#i think the next one i do might be dolores or pepa

[ffb6c1lover]

Why I think the Madrigals believed Bruno to be dead

The adults only speak about him in past tense. "Bruno didn't care about this family". As far as she knows, if he's still alive and not back it means he actively still doesn't care about the family, so why not say that? Félix also speaks in past tense ("You better figure it out, because it was coming for you"). Julieta's "My brother Bruno lost his way in this family" makes sense regardless of whether she thought he'd died or not, but to me it does sound very final. Pepa cannot even hear his name without thundering. With the amount of love she has for him, the thought that he might have made himself a happier life in a town that does not shun him should bring her at least a bit of comfort, but she's inconsolable even after so much time. I'm sure there are more examples of this and if I can think of them, I'll add them in the replies.

The door going dark. Now, we know it stopped being lit because he had decided not to use his power anymore, but it makes far more sense for it to be because he couldn't use his power anymore (because he was dead). Casita, much like Bruno, can tell the future, so she knew he was going to use it again, the vow did not really count for anything. Are you telling me that anytime a family member leaves their room and considers not using their power for a while their door goes black?? It makes a lot more sense for the family to have thought he had died. The same applies for Casita not being able to help inside the room: it sounds like a metaphor for the Madrigals not being able to help Bruno anymore.

The deleted scene. In the "Chores!" deleted scene, Félix talks about a fight Bruno had with the family (possibly even the moment he left the family?). In this scene, Bruno displays actual suicidal tendencies ("I wish I was dead!"), and, when he leaves, his room starts rotting and decaying. This scene was removed in the final movie, because it is clearly too dark for kids, but we have no reason to believe that it is not still canon in the universe, as we can see that his room is actually decaying and falling apart. If a family member tells you they wish they were dead and then disappear leaving no trace, it is not a crazy jump to think they are not still alive, especially considering the next point.

Bruno left behind most of his belongings. We do not know how much stuff Bruno had in the first place, but when he leaves his room after the vision, we do not see him holding a bag (or anything really) and even if it's there, it is definitely not a bag big enough to sustain someone leaving their home for good. The stuff he has in the walls was likely gathered long after his family had stopped searching for him. He also has no money and the social skills of a rat, where was he even going??

The room falling apart. Not entirely sure about this, but I think the characters' rooms reflect somewhat the emotional state of their owners (Isabela's room in What Else Can I Do + if I'm not mistaken, Camilo's room is supposed to change colour based on his mood like a chameleon). This is further demonstrated by the stairs, which had been growing for years before Bruno actually left. This is a bit of a stretch, but I think the family could have seen one of two alarm bells in the decaying room: a) Bruno's room was decaying like him (kinda gruesome, but it makes some semblance of sense); b) it did not change at all for 10 years. I don't think rooms change only when their owner is in them, so Bruno's emotional state supposedly not changing for so long is alarming. But again, this point is the one that convinces me the least.

Dolores. Dolores mentions hearing Bruno in the walls three (3) times, in the movie alone: in We Don't Talk About Bruno, at breakfast ("and the rats talking in the walls") and in All of You. It's been ten years and she still mentions him constantly, so she's probably been talking about it since the very beginning, but no one believed her. So, a child keeps hearing their relative who disappeared without a trace in their family home, without seeing him and with everyone saying it wasn't possible. Logical conclusion? It's a ghost.

The family's reactions to him returning. Alma is the most striking. It takes quite a long time for her shocked face to wear off. Julieta is equally shocked as well, like she'd never expected to see him ever again. It could also be she just didn't expect him to come back. Pepa looks relieved, like she'd been on edge for 10 years and can finally know peace. Why would that be? The fact that he's back does not mean they are going to rekindle their relationship, but it does mean that she gets a new chance to show him she loves him, being the first to run to hug him. Her eyebags also show many a sleepless nights tossing and turning, maybe feeling guilty because she hadn't shown him her love enough and she thought she never could again.

Bonus: "The mountains around the Encanto are pretty tall!" In this scene, after Bruno says this sentence, he makes a weird face, like he's already considered how tall the mountains are and he's trying to understand if Mirabel caught onto that.

#bruno madrigal #encanto #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal

[biographydivider]

I haven't written Encanto fic in a minute, huh? Anyway I banged this out in half an hour to stop me killing my co-workers, enjoy!

One of the girls was passing it around in the back of church. This silly little folded paper star; you picked a number and a colour and it told your fortune. "You'll marry a rich man," Sofia Quintero whispered, to a chorus of giggles. "Pepa; do you want to try?"

Pepa Madrigal tossed her shiny auburn curls over one shoulder. "No thanks," she said haughtily. "I don't need toys to tell me my future. I can see it whenever I like."

"Pleeeeease Bruno!"

Pepa hung on the end of her brother's ruana as he stomped from room to room. "Please let me see. It's important! I can't let Sofia Quintero and her stupid piece of paper win."

Bruno ignored her.

"I'll do your chores for a week?"

He paused; just for a second, but Pepa noticed. Pepa always noticed. To everyone else, her brother was as hard to read as still water; to her, it was nothing at all.

"Please?" she begged. "Please. Please please please please pleeeeee--"

"Alright, alright!" Bruno stamped his foot, sandal slapping on the tile. "Jeez, Pep; what does it matter anyways?"

Pepa's face darkened. "It. Matters. You're a boy; you don't get it."

"Bruno's shoulders slumped. He didn't think it had anything to do with being a boy. But there was no arguing with Pepa when she got like this. "Ugh. Go get Juli. Might as well make it a party."

And a party it was; Juli smuggled snacks up to Bruno's room after bedtime and Pepa brought some blankets and stuffed animals from her room. They hadn't had a sleepover in Bruno's room in years.

"Ooooooooh!" Juli crowed as, in hues of green, an older version of Pepa was dipped by a handsome, dark-skinned man. "Oooooooooooh, Pepa, he's handsome!"

"I know," Pepa simpered; gracious and faux-humble, like she'd won a prestigious award. "I know."

Bruno wrinkled his nose as the man closed the distance between his lips and Older-Pepa's. "D'we have to watch the kiss?"

"YES!"

"Okay, okay, fine."

"Do me next," said Julieta, leaping onto Bruno's back and shaking his shoulders. "Me next, me next! I want to see my true love, Bruno!" She sighed dramamtically, her eyes going wide and dreamy. "I bet he's strong and graceful and a little bit bad. Not bad-bad, but just...bad enough. You know?"

Bruno had no idea.

Sand fell all around them as the vision ended. "Okay, Bruno sighed, handing the tablet to Pepa without even glancing her way. She squealed happily and kissed her future husband's glass cheek in delight. "Gimme one'a those arepas first. Gotta get my strength back. I'm fourteen, yanno. No spring chicken."

"Thank you Brunito."

"You're welcome, Oven Girl. Glad I'm here for you two to - to exploit."

"Bruno!"

"Don't make us feel bad; that's not fair!"

"S'okay, I'll accept payment in baked goods. Lucky for you."

As much as he complained, Bruno relished the time with his sisters. It was a memory he often looked back on fondly as they grew up, especially as the girls started courting and fell in love. It was nice to see their lives unfolding like that; like the end of the story written just under a folded piece of paper, out of sight for everyone else but them.

So when Dolores came to him - nine years old, shyly tugging on the hem of his ruana - and started talking bout one of her little playmates using some fortune telling game in school that day, he chuckled softly under his breath. "Sure, kiddo," he said, hoisting his sobrina onto his shoulders. "C'mon. Let's go see your husband, huh?"

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal

[gamerbearmira]

Ghost seer Mirabel is super cool! I imagine she'd be the golden child of the family instead of Isabela, since she gives Abuela the chance to communicate with Pedro, what do you think her room and outfit would look like? I feel like she'd have a lighter shade of blue with more white and gold, giving her an almost angelic color palette, the people of Encanto would definitely consider her an angel in the same way Isabela is in canon, maybe her room could have similar angelic theming?

RIGHT???? So rad

But I’m. Yes, probably. I’d guess. I mean she can literally talk to Pedro, who is virtually Alma’s whole reason for all this. But hey, at least Isabela isn’t forced to be perfect, and thus not forced to be married to Mariano. So, that means Dolores can get with him. Also, I guess since Isabela isn:t perfect, Dolores isn’t necessarily in her shadow anymore either lmao. Camilo would still probably be close. I also imagine Mirabel went to Bruno a lot (cause he has no reason to leave lmao), cause seeing all those dead people kind freaked her out when it really settled in. And Bruno’s got bout the closest gift to her.

And yeah⁉️ I think when she was younger, she would have a lot more white over gold. Like her dress was made to make her look like she was a little cloud almost. She also only had her gift on her clothing. But as she got older, she had more candle motifs put into her clothes (Julieta and Agustín refused to let Alma put pressure on a small 5 year old girl for being the next candle holder). Mirabel really wanted to embroider her skirt, but Alma heavily suggest (insisted) she do it in gold/pale yellow. Worked for Mirabel.

I??? Don’t know why I chose closed eyes, but yeah. Open eyes kinda freaked me out, so I closed them. Gives it a more gentle, approachable feel. Also, she begged Alma to have pink earrings and pink shoes. Sure, she kept the green glasses (her 5 year old logic was that the blue was for her side of the family, yellow/gold was for Pepa, her green glasses for Bruno, and the pinkish shoes was for her abuela. Alma let it slide 😭)

Also since her gift involves one of the senses, sight, I think her door might have open eyes. You know, like how Dolores’ is hearing, and Bruno’s is also sight? Yeahhhhh sumn like that.

Her room is like. Above the clouds. Imagine an airplane flying above the clouds; that’s basically what it’s like. You might think creepy cemetery vibes with all the dead people, but it’s the opposite. You’d be surprised how calm and relaxed dead people are. Coming from heaven to visit family members vibes.

Y’all, I’m not an architect or an interior designer so. Don’t look too hard. The depth is probs off 👹

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Second part of the Ride the Cyclone AU.

Here’s the first part in case you missed it.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below, especially character death.

~~~~~~

How Can This Be Fair?

Antonio had bounded to the door the second Pico told him that the family had returned.

It was about time.

He was excited and a little impatient. He’d been promised one of the colourful animal balloons; he wondered which one his siblings and cousins had picked for him.

But he was met with the gloomy faces of his parents.

“Mama?” He questioned.

He didn’t get to say the rest. That one word seemingly set his mother off.

She collapsed to her knees in front of him, one hand trying to cover her strangled cries, while the other tried to balance herself. His father stepped forewords without a word, holding Pepa against him as she turned away from Antonio.

Tío Bruno came from the door next, he looked very shaken.

“Sobrino,” he managed, a small smile on his lips. His voice hoarse and gravelly. “Where’s your Abuela?”

“She’s in the dining room. We were having a tea party with all the animals.” Antonio answered.

But Bruno didn’t seem to care. He nodded, giving a silent chuckle, before walking off in that direction. Abuela, presumably having heard Pepa, was already making her way out of the room. Her face racked with confusion and concern.

“What is it? What’s happened? Is Pepa okay?” She asked in a whisper.

Bruno took her hand. “We… we need to talk.”

And they disappeared into another room.

Antonio stood, puzzled, for a moment.

During that time, Tío Agustín and Tía Julieta had made it inside. Casita shutting the door gently behind them, keeping some of the miserable weather out.

Neither of them really looked at him at all. His Tía slowly placed a full basket of food at the door before following after Agustín, who had kept walking and was now upstairs. He knocked at the ordinary door, lacking the usual flare he had when he did.

“Mirabel?” He asked. Not Miraboo. “We need to talk to you. Can we come in?”

Antonio glanced back at the door expectantly. Where was his siblings? His cousins?

It’s dark. They should be back by now.

They can’t have gotten lost, can they?

Agustín came hastily back down the stairs, almost colliding straight into Julieta.

“Mirabel’s not there,” he mumbled, only just loud enough for Antonio to hear.

“She should be back by now.” Julieta reasoned.

“She’s not here.”

“You don’t think she saw…”

They both quickly turned, heading to the exit, quickly grabbing lanterns.

Félix looked up. “Where are you going?”

“Mirabel’s not come back from my parents,” Agustín explained, opening an umbrella. “We think she might have seen or heard the… she’ll have panicked. We’re going out to find her.”

He nodded. Not that he was going to try convince the couple not to go anyways.

Once the door was shut behind them, he returned to soothing Pepa; not sure what else to do.

Antonio wasn’t so dismissive. What about the others that were still lost at the fair? Who was going out to find them?

The boy opened the door, peeking his head out curiously into the night. He had an idea.

“Dolores!” He called. “It’s me, Antonio! You can use my voice to find everyone’s way back to Casita! I’ll keep talking until you come back!”

His father pulled him away.

“Papí!” Antonio whined. “I need to help Dolores, Camilo, Isabela and Luisa get back home!”

“They… they aren’t coming back, Toñito.”

“Sure, they will! They’re just lost. I’ve been lost before and I came back. I’m sure if we shout loud enough, Dolores will hear us and be able to find the way back for everyone—”

“No, Antonio. They’ve gone.”

“Gone? Gone where? They were at the fair.”

His mother weeped, “To see Abuelo Pedro.”

~~~~~~

The children glanced at each other and then back at the strange man curiously. Dolores pulled away from Camilo, stepping forward.

“Play?” She inquired. “What is this? Who are you?”

Without dropping the smile, he said, “Meet Dolores.” A light fell on Dolores and she went weirdly still. Camilo hesitantly poked at her arm, she didn’t react at all. Then suddenly she moved, raising a hand out beside her ear. “Catchphrase…”

“Hm! And I hear you.”

As quickly as it appeared the light went off, Dolores immediately dropped the pose.

She stood in silence, slowly looking back up at the man in complete horror. Her heart racing. “W-what the heck was that?”

“Your catchphrase,” he answered simply.

“No,” she trembled. “I meant me moving against my will?”

“In the interest of the expedition of time, I’ve taken the liberty of choreographing a few of your moves in advance. Don’t bore us, get to the chorus!” He chuckled, clearly amused at himself. Dolores, however, was far from amused. “But I assure you, your will is your own. Let’s play.”

“What is this? Like a game?” She asked.

Something chimed musically and the lights flashed red and gold. Like some of the machines had done at the fair earlier.

“Dolores has selected game mode.” The suited man announced.

“What!?” She squeaked in alarm and confusion.

There was a scoff behind her.

Dolores whirled around to find the others, apparently nowhere near as concerned as she was about all of this. Luisa, in particular, looked pissed at her. Camilo didn’t look pleased either; he had been the one to scoff.

“No! Guys, I didn’t mean—”

Isabela, ever the competitive one, stepped closer; mildly intrigued. “What game?”

“Meet Isabela.” The same fanfare from before repeated itself and Isabela’s body stopped before repositioning itself perfectly. “Catchphrase…”

“Abuela always said to me that ‘ladies do not start fights’. But this lady and her deadly nightshade can sure as fuck finish them!”

Isabela stared at her own hands in disbelief when the feeling returned to her body, covering her mouth before more words could be forced out.

“But to answer your question, this is a game with fabulous prizes!” Was the dramatic reply from the suited man, completely ignoring Isabela’s state of fear. “Like a packet of 19th century cigars!” A trumpet flared and a light briefly fell on each item around the room. “A succulent, uneaten set of obleas! A limited edition homemade shirt still ripe with the pong of the carnie that wore it!”

Dolores turned to him again, agitated. “Look, where are we!?” She demanded.

He gutted at her. “Perhaps you will be interested in the grand prize, Dolores…” A trumpet sounded again and the children found themselves dragged forward under the light, as Dolores has said earlier, moving against their will. “One worthy contestant will be brought back to life to live beyond the Cyclone accident!”

They all turned back to the cart, where just beyond it a pair of velvet curtains had opened to revealing a swirling, golden portal. It shifted and moved like their doors had before they received their gifts. But was echoing the light, sounds and warmth of life, cementing the reality that they were definitely dead.

Beyond that portal, was another day.

And they were all drawn to it. Like moths to a flame.

But, just as they regained control of their bodies and tried to approach it, the curtain was closed abruptly in their faces and they were pulled away.

“The grand prize… to live again.”

“That’s way better than a stack of obleas,” Camilo muttered.

“Meet Camilo.” Just like before the lights changed and Camilo became a puppet, posed dramatically. “Catchphrase…”

“Me constantly shapeshifting into you isn’t usually a sign of mockery or hatred, it’s to disguise the fact that I am a naked child wandering through the wilderness, unsure of what I’m doing.”

Camilo shook himself quickly. “That wasn’t me! I don’t sound like that!”

Isabela and Luisa both had to look away from each other, failing to hide their laughter.

Dolores shook her head, keeping her focus on the strange man. “Why only one of us? Why not all of us? We’re family.”

“Sadly, I have only been bestowed the power to bring one of you back to life.” He admitted.

“Well… what do we have to do to be brought back to life?” She questioned, curious.

“The one who wants to win it the most shall redeem the loser in order to complete the whole.”

Dolores blanked. She turned to the others. Camilo shrugged, cluelessly. Luisa seemed to be busy repeating the phrase to herself. Isabela just a circled a finger around her head before pointing it to the man.

“…That doesn’t make any sense,” Dolores commented.

“I trade mostly in prophecies that don’t make any sense until they actually do.”

“I take it you are the judge?”

A bassoon played a low and depressing note.

The man sighed as he turned to address the others. “It appears that Dolores Madrigal has used up the group’s three questions for this evening.”

Luisa groaned. “Gee, thanks, Dolores. Now we’re never gonna know where we are or who he is or what’s going on.”

“Meet Luisa. Catchphrase…”

“The most depressing thing about all of this is that the donkeys were about to have foals and I was allowed to name one… and now it’s going to be nameless for ever!”

The second Luisa was back in control of her body, the crying instantly stopped and she stood back straighter. The others thought she’d hit the man or something (she was totally strong enough too), but instead she quickly ran off behind them to take cover.

“That was freaky,” she mumbled, to nobody in particular.

“That’s not fair. You didn’t tell us there was only three questions.” Dolores snapped.

“I believe I did.” He said. “After the fact.”

Dolores resisted the urge to smack him. Instead, turning back to the others and taking a few steps to calm down.

“Well… this couldn’t possibly get any weirder.” She assured herself.

The suited man, as though waiting for this exact moment, smiled, “I am under the firm belief that it always can. Allow me to introduce you to the mystery contestant!”

The lights dimmed and the red curtains parted again, this time revealing a girl stood and waiting.

With black lifeless eyes, painted lips and precise brown ringlets. Her face and neck as pale as porcelain, clashing with the colour of her skin. But complimenting that of the pretty, headless doll she held in front of her.

“��Desconocida’ is what the coroner said; they found my body, not my head,” she said, her voice echoing eerily and the pace hauntingly steady. “No parents came. And so, they never learned my name or who I use to be. My life, an unsolved mystery. From ashes I was made and ashes I return. And so, I walk alone and wonder why…”

The curtains fell closed unceremoniously and lights came back on.

A mouse squeaked somewhere.

What the actual fuck was that?

A human child’s body with a fancy doll’s head?

After a nudge from the others, Luisa stepped over to the curtains and grabbed them in her hands. She quietly counted to three before ripping them wide open.

She jolted, Dolores jumped, Isabela clung to her cousins and Camilo gasped. But there was nobody there.

Luisa boldly poked her head in. She looked left, then right, jostled the curtains before one final look either side. Isabela and Camilo also wandered in for a brief check, but found nothing. Luisa pulled the curtains shut again.

And then, walking over and rejoining the group, she swallowed nervously. “Did anyone just pee themselves a little?”

The other three shot her disgusted looks.

“…Me neither!” Luisa said, forcing a laugh.

Something pulled the curtains apart and the girl stumbled towards an unsuspecting but still nervous Luisa with concern, holding out her doll.

“Do you want to brush my dolly’s hair?” She asked.

Luisa turned, only catching a glimpse of the mystery contestant before crying out in panic and backing up. In hindsight, turning her back to the curtain wasn’t the best idea.

“Holy sh— I am really freaked out right now!”

The girl paused, looking up at her. “Do you want to know what really ‘freaks’ me out?”

“No! Not really.. ever… a-at all… really….” Luisa looked to anyone else for help, but nobody moved. The tiny figure stepped closer and held her doll higher for Luisa, as if that was the issue. “Sorry!” She hissed as she pushed the doll back down.

“And finally, meet Desconocida,” the man announced. The girl’s arms dropped instantly and the doll fell to the floor, turning sharply. “Catchphrase…”

“When a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. The lion gets jealous, sometimes so jealous he eats the children. You’d think this would upset the lioness, far from it. They make love again like the children never existed. I find that idea… terrifying.”

The girl’s head twitched and she turned back to Luisa, her arms extended again - apparently not realising the doll was lying on the floor.

The strongest whimpered.

“I’m gonna stand a little further away from you, okay?”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #my writing #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #alma madrigal

[acewithapaintbrush]

@ramblesanddragons made a post about how Bruno would look into the future and see Star Wars and stuff and how he would love the Mars Rover and then I started thinking if he might rant about those things when sick and then this madness happened. It completely got away from me, especially in the end, I'm so sorry. This doubles as a get well soon story for you @ramblesanddragons hope you feel better soon

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"Tio Bruno? Everything alright?" 

Mirabel's question, although uttered silently as to not attract too much attention, has - of course - attracted the attention of the entire family. 

'Because they are busybodies, every single one of them,' Mirabel thinks with fond exasperation, conveniently ignoring the fact that she is just as bad. 

Hence, her question. 

But honestly, Bruno looks… bad. Not 'straight out of the walls malnourished'-bad, but bad enough. He does his best to act like everything is fine, but Mirabel sits next to him at the breakfast table and she can see the sheen of sweat on his brow and the red tint to his cheeks. 

Her tio blinks at her owlishly, a vacant look in his eyes. "Huh?" 

"Are you alright?" Mirabel doesn't bother keeping her voice down. The whole family is more or less openly staring by now. 

Bruno blinks some more and then waves his hand dismissively. "Ah sure, sure. Of course. Just a bit of a headache and I stubbed my toe. The force has forsaken me today." 

Mirabel blinks. Bruno owlishly blinks back. 

"The… the what now?" 

Bruno shrugs and tries to put some butter on his knife, but somehow he can't seem to make it stick. "Miercoles. I wish I had a lightsaber right now. Would cut through this butter like… butter. Heh." 

"Uh-" 

"Luke's lightsaber. I like his color best."

"What are you-?" 

Pepa and Julieta groan and get up from their seats. Julieta gives her brother a quick kiss on the forehead (announcing "yep, a fever" to the gathered crowd) and then hurries to the kitchen to make him some healing soup. Pepa takes the knife out of Bruno's hand and butters his bread for him. 

"Don't worry about it, kids. When your uncle has a fever he sometimes talks about some weird stuff he's seen in the future." 

"It's not weird." Bruno mutters,nibbling his now buttered toast. "It's the war among the stars." He turns to Antonio sitting on his other side and pats his head. "The force is strong in you, young padawan. I can feel it." 

Antonio has no idea what that means, but he beams anyway. "Thanks Tio." 

"Wait wait wait?" Camilo leans forward. "There is gonna be a war among the stars?" 

Pepa tries to shush him, but it's too late. Bruno is already getting to his feet. He wobbles a little but keeps his balance by putting his hand on top of Mirabel's head. The girl is too perplexed to argue. "In a galaxy, far away! It's a period of civil war and the spaceships -" 

"Spaceships???" 

"Enough." Pepa snaps. "It's the fever talking. There is no war in space. And I don't think there will be, it's just your uncle talking nonsense. We can't go up to space." 

"We so will. We will be all over the place." Bruno disagrees. He lights up. "Like Opportunity! Opportunity will be up there." He lifts his head to look at the ceiling and to the horror of all but Pepa, who merely sighs, he starts to cry. "Oh Opportunity! Far away from home, but so brave. Oh, such a brave, little rover. You did good. You did really good. Everyone loved you. Will love you. Will have… Will have been lo-... Will have to have love-?" 

"Okay, he's messing up his tenses. That's our cue to get you to bed." Pepa interrupts his confused ramblings. "Tell Juli to bring the soup to his room." 

She takes her brother's arm to lead him away. Dolores gets up and walks up to them. "Do you need help, Mama? Should I cancel my date with Mariano?" 

Bruno stops and takes Dolores' face between his two hands. 

"No! Don't you dare! That's a good himbo you got there. The best. The perfect blend of hunk, jock and decent man. Don't you let him get away, Queen!" 

Pepa looks so done as she pulls him away. "Come on Bruno, there is some nice soup with your name on it waiting for you." 

They disappear around a corner but the kids can still hear some of their conversation. 

"Aw, that sounds fab af. Shut up and take my money, sis!"

"I have no idea what that means, hermanito." 

The kids all stare at each other in various states of bafflement, worry and confusion. 

"What is a himbo?" Dolores breaks the silence. "Is that… Is that something good?" 

"I'm sure it is." Agustin reassures her. "But maybe don't ask what it means either?" 

"Why?" 

"Well… once during a fever Bruno told me that the women of the future would consider me a dilf. I asked him what that meant and he wouldn't tell me but then Juli kinda forced him to tell her but then she refused to tell me! But every now and then she will look at me and whisper that word and just… giggle."

Felix pats his shoulder with an understanding air around him and all present get the distinct impression that he has a similar story to tell. 

The grandkids all exchange looks and silently agree, there and then, to never ask. 

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #Encanto drabble #I don't even know man #I'm so sorry about that ending but I couldn't NOT! #surely you understand #Sick Bruno Madrigal

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Encantober 2023 Day 23: Roots

Isabela has had a passion for gardening since she was very small. Before her gift ceremony, she would watch her mother and aunt spend their summer days in the backyard growing lots of pretty flowers together, and the then-toddler would ask them if she could help them. Julieta and Pepa would always agree and after they were finished, Isabela would alway pick the prettiest flower in the garden and keep it in a little vase in the nursery.

As she got older, and realized she could grow other types of plants, she wanted to turn Casita’s backyard into a spectacle with many different types of plants that the village could see and admire. Since they spent their years admiring her flowers, she wanted them to admire her other plants too.

Isabela was working on her garden when Dolores walked outside and noticed her. Both of their birthdays were coming up soon, so she might have thought Isabela wanted to grow some extra special plants for both of them. Isabela turned around to see her cousin near the back door of Casita.

“Hola, Dolores! How are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m doing alright, I just wanted to see what you were up to.”

“I’m also doing alright; I was just making a special garden for the two of us since our birthdays were coming up soon. Do you want to see some of the plants I decided to plant this year?”

“Sure, prima; I would love to see them.”

Isabela led Dolores over to what she was working on when she came outside. She showed her a small cactus that she just put in the ground. Dolores kneeled down to look at the cactus she was about to grow. It was still small, but Isabela just made it and put it in the ground.

“I just made this one this morning. I loved it so much that I wanted it to grow naturally, so I decided to keep it in the backyard for it to grow for our birthdays.”

Dolores sat down to examine the cactus. “Did you take the cactus from its roots to plant it here?”

“Not exactly; while I created the plant, I wanted to create its roots too, so that way, it will grow naturally in time for our birthdays.”

Isabela sat next to Dolores to admire the cactus she created. While it was still small since she just created it, she wanted to see how much it was going to change once Dolores’s birthday came around. She planned on showing the rest of the family in the middle of the month when they celebrate both of their birthdays together.

“Do you want to come inside? I think mami’s almost finished with dinner,” Isabela said.

“Sure, I can’t wait to see how the cactus will grow.”

Several weeks have past, and once the day the family celebrated Isabela’s and Dolores’s birthdays came, Isabela looked out the window near Casita’s backyard to see that her cactus grew much more than it did when she first planted it. She did everything she could to make sure her cactus grew naturally throughout the weeks. It looked like it was finally paying off! She could not wait to show it to the rest of the family.

That afternoon, after the family had lunch together, Isabela and Dolores led the family to the backyard. They wanted to make the cactus as much of a surprise as possible, so they made sure none of the family went into the backyard except for the two of them to water the cactus regularly and check up on it.

“Does this have something to do with why you never let us in the backyard for the last few weeks?” Mirabel asked.

“It is, and it’s very special; it’s something that Dolores and I’ve been working on for those few weeks.”

The entire Madrigal family walked into the backyard to see that the tiny little cactus grew into a bigger cactus with beautiful flowers all over it. The rest of the family opened their mouths in awe to notice how much the cactus grew.

“Isabela, did you make this?” Luisa asked.

“I did, but only when it was small a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to show you all that I could grow plants naturally without using my gift, so I decided to create a little cactus and grow it myself. Do you like it?”

“Mi vida, this is one of the best plants I’ve ever seen you grow, and you only used your gift by just creating the small cactus,” Alma explained.

“I also created the roots too. I’ve noticed that none of my plants I ever created had roots because they didn’t have to grow naturally. But since I wanted this one to grow naturally for my and Dolores’s birthday, I decided to do so.”

The family crowded around the cactus in a circle and sat down to admire its growth throughout the weeks. They could not believe that Isabela grew that from scratch. Although Julieta and Pepa expected it, since they used to let Isabela help them with gardening when she was little, the rest of the family was shocked.

“I knew you would one day grow a plant naturally. Even before your gift ceremony, you were such an amazing help to us with our garden,” Julieta explained.

“And we knew you would be able to grow an amazing plant of your own naturally one day,” Pepa added.

“Gracias, Mami, Tia, I worked so hard on this cactus and Dolores got to see it since it was for her birthday too, so I let her help me.”

“Did you think I did a good job too?” Dolores asked.

“You did an amazing job,” Alma replied.

Isabela and Dolores hugged each other, and then their mothers and grandmother for the compliments they got from them. They knew they would have the best birthday ever together this year because they made something they were very proud of.

#encanto #disney #disney encanto #encnatober #disney's encanto #encantober 2023 #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #day 23 #roots #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #encanto fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #la familia madrigal

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what do you imagine antonio grown up

Thank you for the ask! This ended up being a little long so I put it under a cut. Just a quick warning, my ideas of what Antonio is like as an adult might not be everybody's cup o' tea, that's not to say I think he grows up to be a jerk. The exact opposite. I just figure the guy is going to be the least traditional in his family due to the influence of the animals around him.

I like the common headcanon that Antonio grows up to be really tall. I figure he ends up taller than Pepa but still a little shorter than Luisa. Despite his height, Pepa still insists on calling him her baby even once he's a grandfather himself.

I once saw somebody reason that because Antonio hangs out with a carnivore, he gets pretty comfy with the circle of life. That makes a lot of sense to me, but I imagine it's his association with jaguars that makes him such a stalwart advocate for animal rights. Jaguars might eat other animals but they don't put them in tiny little boxes and forget to feed them. The circle of life is a part of nature, cruelty for cruelty's sake is not. So, Antonio goes around to the farms of Encanto and does what he can to ensure that the livestock are all being treated fairly. And considering he's followed everywhere he goes by at least one jaguar, he can do a lot.

In the same vein as him being comfy with the cycle of life and death, I imagine that Antonio learns what sex is basically the first time mating season comes around. He sees one of the birds preparing a nest, asks if this means they’re about to have babies and gets a frank lesson on that bird’s courting rituals. The bird doesn’t see any reason not to explain how new birds are made, and the talk is given so matter of factly that Antonio just thinks of it as a new science fact. One day his parents are reminiscing about when they were young and Antonio asks his Pá if he built Pepa a nest, the adults chuckle and say no, only birds do that. So Antonio asks if sex is also something only birds do. The silence is resounding and would have lasted forever if Camilo hadn’t broken out laughing. When he grows up he's the easiest adult in the family to talk to about puberty and wedding night jitters.

We know the warm color side of the family has game, Dolores had Mariano asking for marriage within one conversation, and despite having a very minor role in the movie Camilo has so many fangirls. Antonio is no exception. The little dude grows up with all the charisma of Félix and all the emotional intelligence of Mirabel, and there��s a roughly 7 year period between Camilo getting married and Dolores’ eldest coming of age where he’s the only single Madrigal of marrying age. Needless to say, he’s super popular with both men and women, but he’s also pretty content to just hang out with the animals all day. Until a girl a couple years younger than him gets caught kissing another girl by her parents. They are furious at her, and plan to force her to marry the first man they find that'll take an unwilling wife. Antonio finds her crying by the river, gets her to tell him what’s wrong, then says he’ll marry her and she can keep seeing her girlfriend. She asks multiple times if he’s sure, and doesn’t he want to fall in love, marry his soulmate? Antonio just shrugs, he’s happy as he is. So she agrees, her parents jump on the chance to marry her off to a Madrigal, and they get hitched.

This next part is the reason I put the warning up at the top, you can interpret it as Antonio and the girlfriends all wanting kids and going for the obvious solution, or you can interpret it as polyamorous Antonio. I sure as hell haven’t made up my mind which it is. But, he has two kids with his wife, then her girlfriend moves into Antonio’s room and they have two kids too. Nobody is sure what to think, but at this point the family is getting pretty big, and both women love cooking so whenever somebody asks Alma what she thinks of the situation she says “Not only can Antonio have as many wives as he wants, but if Isabela has another son, I’m sending Antonio to culinary school with a bag of engagement rings.” Nobody knows whether or not she’s joking, but it’s hard to argue with that. (Side note, I figure each generation has an average of three kids per Madrigal. So, factoring in spouses, by the time the youngest grandkid is having his third child that's roughly 36 mouths to feed. Which leads some people in the village to argue that Alma is serious and rightfully so.)

His kids are close enough in age that people sometimes forget what child came from which woman, and all of the kids call both women Mama and Mami. He’s pretty happy with his small army of offspring, he’s a pretty chill dude and after spending most of his life dealing with wild animals he takes to parenthood like a duck to water. This makes it even harder for anyone to complain about his strange situation, because all of his kids are so happy and well behaved.

He ends up with a pack of domesticated jaguars that follow him around. The one time a dangerous gang got into Encanto, Antonio sent some jaguars after them and that pretty much took care of that.

Even once his own kids are all grown “Tío Nio” can be found with a pile of children on top of him while he calmly reads a medical journal. There are more healers in the family than just Julieta by now, but none of them can completely heal disease, and pregnancy is still a complicated process for all species. So he reads up as much he can in order to help the animals of the village.

He is the best person to go to for relationship advice. There are plenty of people in the family who can tell you the most charming way to behave in a relationship, and Mirabel will tell you the most mature way to behave, but Antonio blends charm and maturity like no other. For example: at one point one of his nieces accidentally rubs salt in the wound that is her husband's bad day, she apologizes but he is still visibly upset. She doesn't know if he's still upset about his bad day, or if she hurt him more than she realized and needed to give a bigger apology, so she turns to her Tio Nio. He tells her to set up a day out they'll both enjoy, that way if she needs to apologize she'll have a whole day of meaningful gestures prepared, and if she doesn't she still gets the chance to spend time with the man she loves.

Thank you again for the ask! Hope you enjoyed some of these.

#Encanto #Antonio Madrigal #Encanto headcanons #Antonio Headcanons #Pepa Madrigal #and just in case there's somebody out there trying to avoid queer Antonio headcanons #queer Antonio #queer Madrigals #do not tag my stuff as q slur

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Mirabel gets injured 3

* Pepa and Felix slowly got up from the bed and went out of the room. She open her door to quiet. On one side she saw Antonio’s still glowing door. So she went to her childrens

* They knock on Camilo’s but there was no answer leading them to knock on Dolores’.

* They heard a soft come in, and right there on Dolores’ bed was Camilo and Antonio, Camilo was patting his back in a rhythm, and Antonio was sleeping on top of him

* Both Pepa and Felix came forward and heard from Dolores that Antonio finally went to sleep after he cried himself out. Pepa moved towards the bed and see Camilo still awake but he wasn’t exactly present, he had a gaze in his eye and the redness around his eyes spoken a thousand words.

* Dolores seems to be one of the few functioning members of the family

* Pepa gently took Antonio and pull him on to her chest, while she sat down and made Camilo get up, Camilo follow helplessly until his head was leaning on his Mami’s shoulder

* Dolores took a deep breath almost as if she was centering herself. Felix put his arms around Dolores’ shoulders and motion her towards Camilo and made her sat down next to Camilo. Dolores lean on Felix’s shoulder

* The family huddle together in silence, to the sounds of Antonio’s deep breathing from crying to hard, the slight sniffles coming from Camilo and the big deep breaths Dolores take to center herself along with a squeak everytime.

* “When Mirabel wakes up everything will be ok” Pepa said but it sound soft didn’t sound as certain as anything else.

* “She will never be left alone again” Camilo spoke for the the first time in a while, his tone deadly serious, “Tonio already said she can’t sleep alone for a while, I agree”

* Felix gave a slight chuckle trying to pull his family out the whole they all pull themselves into. “I can see that happen. I can also see her never leaving Casita for a while too and not without an chaperone” Felix can already see Mirabel helping Julieta at her stand all day just so she won’t leave her sight

* “Si, she can stay in everyone’s room for sleepovers” Pepa following along with Felix’s humor tone

* But the family got silent again, as if all thinking the same thing if she wakes up

* It ended when Dolores spoke softly but powerfully “I’m afraid”

* The family turn towards Dolores, the words they all knew but didn’t say out loud but she continue the panic rising after each syllable “I’m afraid to leave this room, to hear the bad news. I am afraid that I could hear her…” Dolores was in tears her body slightly shaken as she put her hands to her ears and Felix wrapping himself closer to her to give her more support. But it was her final words that made everyone heart skip a beat; “I’m afraid that I’ll hear the end”

* The end, the end…the end… no one could think of that, they didn’t think of how much Dolores gift would affect her , how she could hear what might be Mirabel’s last moments. Pepa and Felix couldn’t help but think of the time lost if that happens, all the time the didn’t spend with Mirabel. From the work for the Encanto and only seeing her in passing. Pepa always in the fields making sure everything is taken care of, Felix in town doing one thing or another and always with Pepa helping her with her emotions, but never with Mirabel.

* Camilo can’t think of that not happening, they shared a room together for the first five years of his life, if anything Mirabel being the same age as him, she was an constant in his life. He can’t picture it, he cannot imaging his sixteenth birthday coming while Mirabel is still fifteen. No.. they would be sixteen together, even if they are three months apart.

* Dolores can’t help but think of the things that would be gone if Mirabel left, her humming, the swishing of her outfit, the rhythm of her feet, her breathing, her voice. Dolores then think of Antonio, and how devastating it would be, he would be getting his gift soon, but it wouldn’t matter if Mirabel wasn’t there

* They heard a moaning as Antonio moved around before getting comfortable, he went back to sleep. Felix spoke softly but firmly, it didn’t matter, they could see the tears that were in his eyes threatening to come out. “She will wake up, and when she does we will spend more time with her, I think of this as a lesson, we should be grateful with the time we have and let’s not waste it”

* Camilo took those words to heart, he made a promise to be there when she wake up, to be that presence, to be there all around just like Mirabel is. To be constant, if they run into each other he will talk to her, he would make sure to get a good look at Mirabel to remember everything, to see if anything has changed since they were kids. He would remember every freckle, and mole on her face.

* Dolores made sure to remember every sound Mirabel makes, her laughter, her snorts, her singing even her heartbeat, because a silent Mirabel would only scare her more. She would hear out for her and make sure she is okay

* Pepa would make sure to spend time she wants to remember every single detail from her shirt down to her skirt. She would want to make sure she can touch Mirabel’s hand and feel the warmth from it:

* Felix would get Agustin to start their magicaless hangouts again. He remembers them from when Mirabel was younger, but only by smell, her favorite flowers and the food she likes. He would make sure they could be close as they were before, this time nothing will distract him from that again

Guess who got an job :D now I’m busy doing real life work ): but don’t worry I am still doing stories it would just take a little more time

Love you all and thank you for sticking around!

#mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal

[mm-so-this-is-love]

Encantober prompt 5 - pranks

December 28, 1934

Bruno crouched low next the wall looking through a butterfly cutout into the kitchen on either side of him a niece stood, no need to crouch, heads barely high enough to see through their own butterflies.

“Wait for it, wait for it,” he breathed, peering into the kitchen.

Agustin was inside, just finishing brewing a pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup and added a generous spoonful of sugar. Raising the cup to his mouth, he blew gingerly before taking a hearty sip.

Then he sprayed the surprisingly salty liquid all over Casita’s counter. She flipped her tiles in disgust.

Bruno and the girls crowed with laughter from their hiding spot. “Inocente!”

The girls scampered upstairs, still giggling, but Bruno, though also still giggling, hurried to the kitchen to help clean up the mess. He tossed Agustin a towel and retrieved the actual sugar from the hiding spot under the sink.

Agustin wiped his face and tie before cleaning the counter. “Honestly Bruno? I thought we might skip dia de los inocentes this year.”

“No way, Gus, as the reigning prank king I cannot skip my favorite holiday!” He grinned at his brother in law. “Don’t worry though, Julieta and Pepa are off limits.”

Julieta, now seven months pregnant and almost as big as she had been full term with Luisa, and Pepa, twice as big as she had ever been with Dolores and due any day, shuffled into the kitchen.

“We had better be, hermanito,” Julieta gave him a rare scowl. “I’m too tired for your shenanigans.”

Agustin quickly offered his hand to guide her into a chair. “You rest, amor, I was just going to check on Luisa, she’ll be waking up any moment.” He passed her a fresh cup of coffee before ducking out of the kitchen to head up to the nursery.

Julieta turned to her brother. “You got him, didn’t you?”

Bruno chuckled, passing a coffee to Pepa where she leaned on the counter. “I got him good! You know he’s my favorite inocente,” he smiled fondly.

Julieta sighed. “Did you really have to get the girls in on it though? They didn’t need to know how to prank someone.”

“Juli, it’s my sacred tio duty to pass on my knowledge to my sobrinas!” Bruno sounded offended that his sister would even suggest otherwise. “How else are they gonna learn?”

Pepa snickered into her coffee cup while Julieta rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Tio Brunito. Help me up, I need the bathroom again.” She held out her hands, and Bruno quickly stepped over to help her out of the chair.

After she left, Pepa sidled up to her brother. “Got any more pranks planned?”

“Not on you, Pep, I want this baby staying put until he or she is ready.” He patted her belly fondly.

She beamed. “This niño is just fine, I’m starting to think he or she has taken up permanent residence in there. But I actually had a proposal for you.”

“I'm intrigued.” Bruno helped Pepa in a chair then sat beside her. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well there’s one person you’ve never been able to prank.”

“Félix?”

Pepa nodded. “What if we teamed up? He doesn’t think I'm playing this year. He won’t see it coming.”

“Dirty pool, sis. I'm in.”

They began their plotting immediately.

After they were all set up, they hid, peering together through the slats of the closet door. Félix would be walking in at any moment.

“I’m impressed with you, Peps,” Bruno whispered.

Pepa wiggled with barely contained delight. “I used to pull pranks with you all the time, I don’t know why you’re so surprised!”

“Just didn’t know you still had it in you.” Her arm bumped him again as she rubbed her swollen belly. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little sore. Been on my feet a lot with all this.”

Even in the darkness of the closet he could see her grimace. “Maybe we should go rest for a bit—”

“Sh, shh! He’s coming!” She clapped her hand at him.

They watched with bated breath as Félix made his way through the room, closer and closer to the set up.

A splash sounded in the silence.

“Pep?” Bruno breathed.

No response.

“Was this an elaborate set up to actually prank me by making me think you’re going into labor?”

No response.

“Pepa? Please say inocente?”

Pepa let out a wail as a contraction hit rather fiercely, Bruno yelped and threw open the closet door.

Félix spun around and absolutely shrieked.

Much later, after Camilo Pedro Castillo de Madrigal made his first appearance in the world, and the celebrations had died down, there was much debate about who exactly was the inocente that day, and what exactly counted as a prank.

#encantober #pranks #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #I’m getting later and later with my submissions ha #my fic

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

I need a fic now based off of when Félix stopped having sex with Pepa and went to go spend time with Dolores. I need to know how that interaction went down lol

Case you guys don't know the context;

With that, let's do it, because its FUNNY.

"That's it mami, such a good fucking girl for me."

Félix fucking loved his wife. They went from having a snack of milk and cookies, to him absolutely plowing that pussy right into her bed. He had no idea what she did to get him here, but damn he wasn't complaining. Not when she laid there, hair sprawled all over the pillows, legs over his shoulders and nails digging into the sheets below.

"Good enough for papi to stuff me full of cum? Mami needs it~"

Félix chuckled against her pretty little ear, taking just the smallest nibble out of it.

"What, so you can have another baby? Is that what you want? mami codiciosa~"

They shared another kiss. Another, another, his tongue tasting her lust tasted spit. She was all grins as she nipped at his bottom lip, and damn did that make his cock twitch inside of her.

"Yeah, I am greedy. You gave me a beautiful baby. I want more. I want to be SO fucking full and pregnant. I want a baby just as great as Dolores. I love her."

"Dios, I love her too. She's beautiful, she's kind, she LOVES her music practice with her papi-"

"Papi needs to knock me up NOW if he keeps going on about how much he loves his family."

He couldn't helo but laugh as he dug his fingers into his hair, giving it just a good enough of a pull to remind her WHO was doing the fucking here.

"Ay, watch that pretty mouth, I might just give you what you want. I'm so happy we can squeeze this in before four."

"Félix, that clock is an hour off."

Wait. Wait, that was right. Their room clock was always off by an hour, and his ass kept forgetting to fix it. That meant he didn't have an hour till practice. He had two minutes.

"HOLY SHIT, IMMA BE LATE-"

He immediately got off of her, quickly putting his pants back on. Pepa stared at him in disbelief, thunder crackling over her own head.

"W-Félix! You were KINDA in the middle of something! You can be a minute late-"

"And make her think I'm unreliable? NO. A man makes a promise to a woman, he KEEPS it."

He scrambled to find his belt, before finding it on the floor and putting it on. He quickly grabbed his tiple from the corner, and ran out of the room, ignoring whatever Pepa was yelling about. He'd make it up to her later, but he'd be CRUSHED if he missed this valuable father and daughter time. He busted through the door just in time, accidentally spooking his daughter, who was up on her stage and waiting for him.

"Papi? Did you. RUN here?"

"Y-yes. I booked it. I didn't...want to keep you waiting. It's rude of a man to keep ANY little lady waiting."

He took a deep breath to recover, before his daughter cocked her head at him.

"What happened to your shirt?"

Félix looked down at himself. No shirt. That was when he kinda figured out what Pepa was yelling at him about. The fact that she was wearing his shirt still. He kind of just assumed she was cussing him out for keeping them both hanging. Though it was probably both. He fumbled for a bit, not knowing how to explain it, before just making something up.

"Your mami was cold, so I let her borrow it."

"Aw? Like how they do it in the books?"

"Yes, exactly. Now, you ready to play?"

"Mhmm!"

Now you might think Félix was ocerreacting. Dolores probably wouldn't care about him being five minutes late, and he most definitely could've finished himself and Pepa pretty quickly. But as he sat there next to her, watching her little fingers pluck the strings and listening to her soft little voice, he couldn't bare the thought of her thinking she was second rate to anything. Dolores was his top priority, and he wanted her to know that. Because he knew, one day, a man would come into her life, and try to do the exact same.

He wanted Dolores to know what to look for in said man. If they didn't care about her like he did, they didn't matter. As he joined her in the song, ever so sweetly, he hated to think about the day where she'd be grown enough to need the comfort of another man. She was growing fast too, she'd be walking down the aisle before he knew it. But for now, she was his baby, small, and all his.

Even if it meant he'd have a weather storm waiting for him after this.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #don't worry pepa got her nut afterwards #she couldn't really be mad because thats such a sweet reason to bail in the middle of a good fucking #Félix is just the classic 'anything for his princess' dad

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For this month’s Encantober!

Encantubre: What It Means to Me

Uno: Caterpillar

Sometimes it feels like Alma has been waiting to become a butterfly all her life. But she can’t move, not really. She sometimes feels like she hasn’t been able to move for fifty years, not since the night when Pedro…not since The Night.

But lying in the darkness of her old house within the new, she remembers what it was like to live, to thrive. She can replay those dreams as often as she needs to, in the hope of teaching her own little ones the way.

This is her chrysalis. But it’s big enough to be their world, and she watches her children spread their eager wings in safety.

It doesn’t matter if she never leaves—not all butterflies make it, after all.

(In the end, the Song of Songs giving itself to her one more time, she wonders how she could have ignored the sunlight for so long.)

* * *

“Pepa, under no circumstances am I making empanadas out of bugs.”

* * *

They’re kind of squishy. Some of them are poisonous and sting you if you try to touch them. It tickles—feels like a little lightning.

And that’s really about the extent of her thought on the matter.

She is the storm incarnate. She is the sunshine, she is the whispering wind. She has enough trouble reminding herself not to be; it only hurts people when she goes too far. But the little critters hide in the woodwork, in the shadows of leaves, on the ground among the grasses. They, of all things, are safe.

And she’ll make sure they stay safe, but it’s for more selfish reasons than you might think.

As a bringer of chaos, as an influencer of micro-meteorology within a very small part of the rainforest—as something beautiful that is crushed all too easily by those who don’t really see that her power doesn’t stop her from being just her—Pepa feels a particular kinship with butterflies.

* * *

Bruno gets…other kinds of visions, sometimes.

Not just the sand. There are times when it feels like he’s just staring into space, and then a part of him will just click into place and suddenly he’ll know something he honestly shouldn’t. Something from the future, although sometimes the future is mere seconds away. Like parts of his brain are reorganizing themselves without his consent. Those are the hardest visions to explain, but oddly enough they’re among the least damaging to him.

He doesn’t bother with it too much. But he takes heed of his mamá’s stories, the songs she half-whispers, half-weeps to them as lullabies. There is a metamorphosis ever-ongoing, and with him it’s just taking a little longer than it should. He really does need a safe spot to change, though; he’s not as quick about it as his sisters have been.

Ten years behind the walls, and Bruno finally gets to romper a crisálida of his own.

* * *

“Um, hermanito, I really wouldn’t touch that if I were you—”

* * *

“Come on, Félix, it’s just a tiny little wormy thing! You should see the size of the bugs back in Bogotá. Besides, is it at all likely to be more dangerous than a bee Félix I can’t feel my fingers.”

* * *

“Ew, no! They eat my plants! And they look like bird droppings! What are they doing here?”

Quite unconsciously, Isabela spends the next seventeen years trying to banish the look her abuela gives her from her mind. Some days, she almost feels like she’s succeeded.

* * *

“Lola? What’s the problem?”

Whimpering, Dolores whispers as loudly as she dares in her papá’s ear.

“Huh. Really?”

“They’ve got so many little feet and they don’t stop moving and they don’t stop eating—”

Papi cuddles her tight.

“Ah, lo sé, conchita. But it’s only so they can grow big and strong, and learn to fly away to where they’re needed.”

“Would it kill them to do it more quietly?” asks Dolores, and she’s not entirely sure why her father bursts out into silent giggles but the rumble is as comforting as Mami’s thunder. (Well, as comforting as it usually is. Which is a lot, surprisingly.)

* * *

“Is this absolutely necessary?” queries Padre Flores, who did just happen to be passing by.

“Yes,” says Dolores in equally absolute seriousness.

Luisa, genuine eagerness her face, holds the two up in her hands—and anyone who saw the seven-year-old pick up a bridge five minutes ago might have been surprised that she could carry two tiny bugs between finger and thumb and keep them whole—and tries hard not to look expectant. (Luisa Does Not Expect Things Of People.)

Padre Flores sighs.

“Oh, alright. Only for you, Luisa.”

She beams.

“Dearly beloved…”

* * *

“Isabela said I could use them however I wanted, so let’s make empanadas!”

“Camilo, mi nieto precioso, I am not making empanadas out of bugs.”

* * *

It’s odd, seeing the memories like this, wrapped in chrysalis mist. But it’s also oddly enlightening.

For Mirabel, her grandmother has always been a rock. She keeps—kept—the encanto together, she didn’t budge or change. It never occurred to her that it was because her abuela really couldn’t change, or felt she couldn’t. Until now. Now, with the crisálida impenetrable rota, standing by a river that washed away bodies but made memories sink into the ground.

And suddenly there’s a lightness in the air. Abuela loves her. Abuela is human. They’re all human, and they’re together, and they’re alive.

All this time, she’s been munching away on leaves in a secret garden, never quite realizing how much more there was to the world. And now, seeing the place she called her home from the outside in more ways than one…

There’s so much more to learn. So much to do.

And they can do it. All of them.

Together.

Doce oruguitas.

* * *

“Her name is Babilonia and you’re not allowed to eat her!”

#fanfic #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto 2021 #tiles on the roof #one shot collection #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #encantober #encantubre

[sorryiwasasleep]

When the World’s at Stake

Dolores Madrigal is fifteen years old and she wakes up to back pains.

She’s been having them for months now, her Mamá and Tía convinced it’s just growing pains. She’s gained some weight too. “Coming into her body” like all the abuela’s say, whatever that’s supposed to mean.

It’s been happening ever since she and Marco…

She shakes away the thought.

Marco was… a lot.

And she’s not even sure how much she’d liked him in the first place before she’d broken things off.

He’d just liked her so much and made her feel good about herself.

But the back pains, they’re sharper today.

Something is… different about them.

Her madre finds her curled up in pain in the morning when she doesn’t come down to breakfast.

Her Tía gives her a special tea that’s supposed to help but, nothing happens.

If anything the pain gets worse.

Sharper.

Closer together.

She can’t do anything but whimper and wait for the pain to pass.

Dolores stays home from school and Pepa stays home from the fields to be with her.

She’s been worried for her daughter these past few months, her mood getting worse and her pains sharper.

The rest of the Madrigals go about their days.

It’s around noon that something new happens.

Pepa is downstairs getting them lunch.

After a particularly bad bout of pain, Dolores feels a gush of something in her lower half and her eyes go wide.

She feels like she peed herself.

It’s not usually how things start when she has her period, but she also normally wakes up bleeding.

Maybe this is normal?

That would explain the pains then.

Even if they’re sharper than normal.

She lifts her skirt, expecting to see her bloomers stained with blood.

Instead, it’s not red.

It worries her more.

Because she knows she didn’t just lose control of her bladder.

And if it isn’t her period either?

Then she doesn’t know what’s going on.

Pepa steps back in the room and Dolores looks at her in fear.

“Mamí…” she doesn’t understand what’s happening to her.

She tells her mother what just happened and a cloud appears and then fades as Pepa comes to the same conclusion Dolores did.

That it was just her period.

The cloud is back in full force with a crack of thunder when Dolores says she isn’t bleeding.

Dolores flinched away from the noise.

Pepa starts pacing and muttering, but Dolores can hear it perfectly.

“That sounds like…” her hands drag down her braid. “But it can’t, she wouldn’t have, she isn’t, she’s only, it can’t be!” With a controlled breath, Pepa turns back to the bed where her daughter sits.

“Dolores. I’m going to ask you something. I need you to tell the truth.” She steps closer. “I won’t be upset whatever the answer, but I need to know to know how to help you.” She perches on the edge of the bed next to her.

Her baby.

She’ll always be a little baby in Pepa’s eyes.

But she isn’t one anymore.

And Pepa needs to accept that.

She takes another leveled breath, trying to control her emotions, control her reaction, brace herself for whatever answer she’s about to get.

She thinks she knows what might be happening.

She’s read books about this.

Women who didn’t know until it literally started.

She’s blunt about it.

“Dolores, have you had sex?”

Dolores eyes go wider.

Whatever she’d been expecting her Mamí to ask, it wasn’t that.

She’s also not sure what is has to do with anything?

“I— what?” She manages to choke out.

“Dolores, please. I want to help you, and I, I might know what’s happening, but I need you to be honest? Have you?” Her madre’s face is so open. So trusting.

She feels the tears well up in her eyes.

Dolores never meant to lie.

It was just, Marco wasn’t anything to her.

She hadn’t seen the point in making their relationship anything more than it was.

A fling.

A distraction.

Practice for when someone she liked just as much as they like her came along.

She nods.

Her mothers eyes slide shut and her face scrunches like she’s pained as she exhales. She nods and Dolores hears the scratch of her braid against her dress.

“And you…” Pepa exhales again, measuring herself. She makes sure to make eye contact. “Were you hurt? Or pressured?” She has to know.

She won’t love her daughter any differently no matter the answer but she has to know if she needs to kill a man today.

Dolores shakes her head.

“No.” She sobs out the word like it hurts. Like she’s ashamed.

Pepa’s heart breaks for her little girl. She brings her in for a hug and Dolores clings on.

And it’s only going to get worse if I’m right.

Pepa rubs her back as she cries.

“Hija, I’m sorry I have to ask this, but…” she does quick maths and her cloud is back.

She doesn’t want to rain.

She can’t.

Dolores doesn’t need that right now.

She takes another controlled breath.

“Was it around your birthday?”

Dolores let’s out a pained noise and it’s the confirmation she needs.

She can’t control the thunder that cracks above them.

Fuck.

Dolores is pregnant.

Scratch that— Dolores is in labor.

Her behavior from last summer is making more sense.

She’d had a boyfriend.

Her behavior from the last few months is making sense too.

Pepa wants to slap herself (and Julieta) for not seeing it before, but they’d just assumed that since Dolores was so young, there was no way.

They hadn’t wanted to think this in any case.

Pepa counts as she inhales, pushing down her own feelings, her own worries.

She has to focus on her daughter.

She pulls back from the hug and cups Dolores’ face.

“Dolores, I think you’re having a baby.”

Dolores can’t help it.

She laughs.

Because it’s insane.

That’s insane.

I can’t be having a baby!

I can’t!

At least… I don’t think I can be.

When her madre doesn’t laugh too, Dolores gets worried.

“Mamí, you can’t be serious. I can’t be having a baby! I’m not pregnant.” She gestured with her hands a rounded stomach, something she very clearly doesn’t have.

Her mothers hand comes to rest on what stomach she does.

It scares Dolores more than anything.

“Right, but— not every pregnant woman looks like that. I’ve read this before, women going into labor never even knowing they were pregnant in the first place. It’s rare, but not unheard of.” Her mothers face is pained, but sincere. “And I think it’s happening to you.”

Dolores just shakes her head.

“No, no, no, I, no, I’m not, no—“ she cuts herself off with a yell as her back spasms return.

Contractions?

No!

No. I’m not! I can’t be!

Her madre holds her until the pain stops.

She brushes Dolores’ curls back from her face. “I have to get your Tía. She’ll be able to tell us for sure. I’ll send your Papí for her, but I need to go tell him, okay?“ Dolores nods and then her next breath out is a sob. She looks at Pepa with terror on her face.

It tears her heart.

“Mamí, what if I am?” She sounds so broken, it breaks Pepa’s heart entirely.

She brushes her hands through her daughters hair again.

“One thing at a time hija okay? I love you.”

She leaves her daughters room and stops in the hall to choke out a sob of her own.

Her baby.

Her fifteen year old.

Might be having a baby of her own.

A drizzle starts coming down and she does nothing to stop it.

When she tells Félix, his first thought was hers and he’s angry. He calms when she says Dolores wasn’t hurt. He cries when the rest of her words sink in.

Back in her room, Dolores screams.

She’s grateful her room is soundproof for her own ears, but soundproof for the world too.

Because she’s shrieking as loud as her lungs will allow as her tears flow.

Because she thinks her madre might be right.

And it scares her.

Because what the fuck is she going to do if she’s having a baby?

She’s still a baby herself.

Fuck.

Her door cracks back open fifteen minutes later.

Her madre’s face is tear stained.

Dolores pretends not to notice, even as it stabs at her heart.

Tía Julieta arrives with her Papí twenty minutes later.

Both of them are wet.

It must be raining outside her room, even as her mother is managing to do a great job to keep her personal clouds at bay.

It’s all very clinical, the checking.

Dolores hates it.

Her padres offer to leave, but Dolores won’t let them.

She can’t find out alone.

She doesn’t want to find out at all.

When Tía gives a sad nod, it’s all Dolores can do not to start screaming again.

Fuck.

The next hours are a blur of pain.

Things progress quickly from there and the next thing she knows the pain is different again.

Tía is telling her to push.

Dolores still can’t believe this is real.

That this is her life.

I can’t do this.

It’s all she can think, even as she proceeds to do it.

Before she knows it, a crying that isn’t her own is filling the air.

A small thing is being hastily wiped off and placed on her chest.

Her vision blurs as she looks at it.

‘Him.’ She notes that tía said.

The baby is small and wrinkled with ten fingers and ten toes and a head full of dark curls.

She smiles at him.

Too soon, the pains in her body are back and Tía tells her she isn’t done yet.

Her mamí takes the baby to clean him off better.

Dolores finishes with the afterbirth and then Tía helps to ladle soup into her mouth.

Dolores is exhausted.

She flops back into her pillows.

As her head rolls to the side and she looks at her parents as they coo over the baby, washing him off.

It looks so right.

He looks so right in their arms.

Lightning sparks in her head.

She knows how to fix this.

She knows how to make sure he’ll be loved the way he should be.

Cared for the way he should be, without any of the shame.

The words are leaving her mouth and she knows.

“Take him. Please.”

The words are quiet, as her words always are.

But her parents hear her anyway based on how their faces change.

She knows this is the right choice.

She knows this is the most mature thing she can do.

The best thing she can do for him.

Her son.

It’s to let him never be that.

To never let him be hers.

Mamí makes sure the baby is secure in Papí’s arms before she whirls around, the wind whipping up with her confusion.

“Dolores, what?”

Dolores rips her eyes away from the little orange blanket.

From the curls that mimic her own.

Her eyes slide shut and she feels the hot tears roll down her cheeks.

“Please. Say he’s yours.” She opens her eyes to the blurred room.

She pleads with the shape of her mother. When it’s close enough to touch, Dolores reaches out and grabs her hand.

“We didn’t know I was gonna have him, we can say you didn’t know either. That you thought it was your changes. Say he’s yours. Only we’ll know he isn’t. Please.” She’s begging now, her voice getting louder. The tears come down in earnest.

“I can’t! I can’t take care of him! I can’t, I’m too young, and he’ll be too much for my gift, and I don’t even know how to take care of myself yet and I didn’t know this was happening and I can’t. Please.” Hands come to cup her cheeks, stroking away the tears.

She leans into the touch even as she stings.

She’d just wanted to feel pretty.

She’d just wanted to feel loved.

She hadn’t expected… this.

“Dolores, look at me.” Her mothers voice is hard, but when she opens her eyes, her expression is soft.

Her thumbs rub against Dolores’ cheeks and her tears continue.

“We will do whatever you want. If you want him to be your brother, he can be your brother. If you want—“ she stops, shutting her eyes and taking a measured breath, the slowly growing cloud above her receding back. “If you want him to be your son, he is. And no matter what, we will help you.”

Dolores just lets out another wail.

She knows what she wants.

And it isn’t to be a mother right now.

But an older sister?

She can do that again.

She’d love to do that again.

She forces herself to open her eyes. To make sure her mother can see the truth in them.

“He’s your son. Please.”

Tears slide down her mothers face too.

But she nods.

“Okay.” She pulls Dolores into her arms. “He’s my son. Your brother.”

Dolores just sobs as she looks over her madre’s shoulders at him.

Her Antonio.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto ao3 #ao3 #archive of our own #encanto au #encanto ff #Dolores Madrigal #Antonio Madrigal #pepa Madrigal #felix madrigal #félix madrigal #dolores Madrigal is Antonio madrigals parent #teen pregnancy #childbirth #encanto alternate universe #encanto pre canon #canon compliant if you squint #what if Dolores was Antonio’s parent #and gave him up to be his sister instead #encanto dolores #dolores Madrigal fanfic #pepa Madrigal fanfic

[queenofthedisneyverse]

"what did...how did you" pamamilo/hermanabel drabble - Angst?

"thank you for coming, as you can see my husband isn't here" the woman named quickly Adella passed around the room

Camilo and Mirabel were invited to her house for something very important, they just didn't know what was that important,

"uh yes um, is there something you need us for?" Mirabel adjusted her glasses

"well yes, you see erm...As you know we have a daughter named Sofia" she pointed over to the 5-month-old on the couch.

"uh yeah, do you need us to watch her?" he questioned

"yes yes we do but um didn't you guys say you would take care of children more personally if needed?"

"yes?" Mirabel wasn't quite sure of the situation but she does know what was about to happen

"look me and my husband didn't plan on having her, so I was thinking maybe you guys could take her in?" Adella put on the best smile she could for the current situation but it was more of a "we don't want this child please take her...please?" smile

Mira and Cami looked at each other in pure shock and confusion. Was she really asking two 14 yr olds to PERSONALLY take care of a child, a BABY?

"Excuse us for one moment" Camilo pulled Mirabel by the arm to the front porch of the house

"is she seriously asking us to take care of her child?" she was so confused, she's a grown woman isn't she? she should be able to take care of her right?

"I guess, we do it all the time" hehe tried to understand but the wires still weren't connecting in his head

"no Camilo she wants us to literally take her child and raise her as our own" Mira cautioned

"Mira we already do this with Antonio what's the prob- ooooh" it hit him, the madrigals are used to having Antonio around what they're not used to is a random child that's always around with no view of their actual parent.

"well if we can hi-" he was cut off by Mira putting her hand over his mouth. She took a note book and pencil out of her orange bag and gave it to Camilo. The only reason they actually have secrets is by writing things down in notebooks. if it weren't for that Dolores would have told alma basically about everything years ago.

"shh" she whispered

Camilo sat down and started writing.

Mira half of the family ignores us anyway we can hide this child and we can do it with casita's help. when it's the end of the day we take a shortcut home where no one sees us and have casita put the baby in my room where she can play while we have dinner.

Mira looked at the paper and smiled, the she took it and wrote

we can do it!

They sat on the porch for a few minutes writing more stuff down, one they were they walked back inside the house.

"yeah sorry Ms. Gomez we can't do that but we'll be happy to babysit" Camilo handed the lady a piece of paper that said-

Ms. Gomez we are happy to be fortunate enough to take care your Sofia, the reason you are reading this is because we can not say these things out loud. Please pack everything she needs so we can be on our way. Thank you!

"oh yes thank you, that'll be just fine!" Adella squealed. She ran upstairs grabbing everything that belonged to Sofia making sure not to forget anything that might be important

"thank you for this!" Adella whispered giving Mirabel toys, blankets, and diapers. Mirabel nodded with a sympathetic smile. After that, she gave Sofia to Camilo

-

Antonio was sitting with his siblings watching clouds go by and an idea popped into his head

<"let's paint casita!"> he thought

So he looked up but remembered that his Hermana and pama left to go to a friend's house. So Instead of Antonio waiting for them, he asked the next "best" grownup. He sat up looked around and saw Pepa talking to some friends. Antonio got off the ground and ran up to her tugging her dress.

"ti-mama can me and my friends paint casita?" he asked shyly

"uh sure whatever you want Antonio" she barely even raised Antonio so why would she listen to him.

"yes!" Antonio whispered to himself

Tonito ran back to his siblings and told them the plan, they weren't quite sure what to do since Camilo and Mirabel told them to stay in the corn fields.

"maybe we should wait for them to come back?" Alejandra asked

"hmm *gasp* It can be a surprise for them!" he bounced happily

-

It was about 5 pm when Camilo and mira went to Ms. Gomez's house. they left for only 10 minutes 10 goshdarn MINUTES. And somehow that was enough time for 30+ children to grab LARGE buckets of paint and nearly paint the whole casita.

"what did...how did you?" Alma was angry, no she furious, no she pissed, no SHE WAS ABOVE ALL THESE WORDS. Casita was covered in various hand prints and brush strokes that varied in color.

"What possessed you to do this?" Alma was pure rage at this point and was about the give Antonio the spanking of his life

"Pepa said we could do it" Antonio spoke in a small tone stepping back.

-

Mirabel and Camilo were confused,

"where did the kids go?" Mirabel stood up on her tippy toes looking into the corn fields hoping that maybe they were just hiding or playing in there.

"we told them to stay here, didn't we?" Camilo looked around twisting and turning his head so fast that he could get whiplash but didn't

before they could do anything else they hear alma shout Pepa's name. They looked back to see a raging Alma pulling an uncomfortable and in pain Antonio. She was gripping his hand too hard. Pepa jumped hearing Alma in that tone,

'y-yes mama?" pepa stuttered.

"Why on earth did you tell him he could paint casita?" she barked

"w-what" Pepa clearly didn't know what she was talking about so Alma grabbed her by the arm and dragged her back to casita.

Cami and Mira knew something was wrong and followed them. And when I tell you they were shocked they were SHOCKED. how was there paint dripping from the ceiling?

Camilo saw the other kids in the house and the fear they had on their faces. this wasn't going to go well

"I didn't tell him to do this" Pepa protested

"yes she did, when...when you were talking with your friends i-i asked you" Antonio tried to get his words out but he was so scared.

"then why don't I remember thi-" Pepa was cut off by Isabela who had followed them as well

"oh my god" Isabela had a look of pure disgust on her face at the sight of the house

<'oh great, here she comes"> Mirabel thought in annoyance.

"This is fine...this is fine all we have to do is clean it up that's all" Camilo tried to assure

"first of all who is "we" "? Isabela asked

"and this is not fine look at this place" Alma seethed

"to be fair Pepa did tell him he could do it" Mirabel chimed in

"No I did not" Pepa yelled

"then why would he say something like that, Antonio doesn't lie" Camilo yelled back

"Enough, Every single one of you will clean this up this instant! and after that, I'm telling all of your parents what you have done" Alma sneered

"what? don't punish them for something they didn't know was wrong. where's the logic in that?" Camilo Protested. in no way, shape, or form were HIS children going to be punished for something they didn't know was wrong.

"Camilo, Mirabel this does not concern you go back into town" Alma snapped back

"no this does concern us, we're not gonna watch you punish them for a stupid reason. If anything you should punish Pepa for letting them do this" oh Mirabel was hot mad, nobody was going to punish her hermanos y hermanas ever.

"Mirabel don't make me repeat myself," Alma said with anger in her toe

"no don't make me repeat MYSELF you are NOT going to punish them In my presence or EVER" Mirabel was about the throw hands any second now with alma in her face.

"Stop stop please I don't want you guys fighting" Antonio ran up to Mirabel clinging to her legs crying.

"Antonio come here NOW" Alma grabbed Antonio to Pepa and handed him to Pepa

"Pepa I trust that you will show him what happens when people lie," she said with pure ice and fury in her voice

"NO" Camilo shouted

"Excuse me" was her grandson really saying no to her and yelling.

"I won't let you" he snatched Antonio back. "if you're going to punish anybody punish me,-" Camilo begged

"or me I wasn't watching them at the moment" Mirabel pleaded walking closer to alma

"who do you think-" Alma was about to say something else but Julieta walked in

"what is going on?" she asked looking around at the painted walls, stairs, floors, and ceiling.

"Julieta you better teach your daughter to behave" alma barked

"what?" she asked

"Alright look, Abuela I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout. We will help clean this up just don't hurt Antonio ok? Mirabel despised these words but she had to say something in order to calm everyone down

-

Bruno in the walls;

"oh this is something you watch from a distance"

-

"hmph, once this is all cleaned I'm going to have a talk with all of you" Alma looked at everyone in anger and disgust then walked upstairs.

"Casita take Sofia up to my room, play with her there" Camilo whispered putting the baby down on the tiles. Casita quietly moved her away so that no one would notice.

while cleaning Antonio stayed near Camilo and Mirabel trying to stay far away from Pepa. Paint is hard to clean especially the kind that dries quickly. So it had to take everybody (not including senorita perfecta because she doesn't deserve to - alma)

"I'm sorry cami, I didn't mean to get everybody in trouble," Antonio said sadly.

"it's ok tonito, I know you didn't mean anything by it" Mirabel whispered back reassuringly

<"maybe if she didn't drink 3 bottles of wine every night she would remember what people say to her"> Camilo thought angrily

time skip

Camilo's room -

"ok, Antonio you can open your eyes now!" Camilo told casita to hide Sofia right before Antonio walked inside so it could be a surprise that Sofia was there.

"oh, hi Sofia! are we having a sleepover? Antonio asked out of confusion

"well yes but she's your in-home sister now," he says putting Sofia down in front of Antonio.

"Really, she can stay with us?" Antonio was so Excited, that he can finally live with one of his siblings.

"yeah, but we have to keep this a secret ok? this only between us three" Mirabel cautioned

"ok, Hi Sofia I want you to know that I'm in-home your big brother now and that I will always be here for you," Antonio said proudly

Sofia clapped her hands in reply.

"Sofia I'm gonna sing to you, feed you, hug you, love, and gonna do everything to make you happy!" Antonio hugged Sofia while she played with his hair

Camilo smiled to himself

<" I'm so proud" > he thought.

For the rest of the night, the Trio played with Sofia until she fell asleep which is also when Antonio fell asleep.

"Camilo what are we gonna do for Sofia's bed?" Mirabel asked

"um you go to sleep first while I watch Sofia then you do the same for me?

"ok" she replied

-

IDK why I was so angry writing this, I guess that helps with writing Anyway hope you guys enjoyed it!

@gamerbearmira I know you'll like this!

#hermanabel au #pamamilo au #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal

[gamerbearmira]

HELLO IT IS I. I'm sorry for being gone so long but I had an issue with my Google docs and everything I had written kinda got deleted.... And I kind of couldn't find where I left off with the whole rebirth of a miracle Au soooo I had no idea what to do next for it but after thinking about it I have decided that won't stop me and I WILL continue it. sorry in advance for any inconsistencies that might be in this.

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Pov Isabela

She doesn't hate her youngest sister. She knows how she acts to her might be telling a different story but she doesn't. She's jealous of her. She can admit that, at least to herself, that she's jealous of her freedom and the fact that she isn't forced into any role (but is that really true? With how she's forced into the background, isn't that a role of some kind?) She knows she shouldn't act the way she does, it's not fair to Mirabel but she can't help it, besides she can make up for it all later. So when she was awoken this morning by her father and not her youngest sister she felt an intense amount of dread pool into her stomach.

Which only got worse when she got to the table to see that, besides her mother and Mirabel, everyone is already there. The feeling of panic starts to build inside of her as she takes her seat. Something happened. She knows that Mirabel would never skip waking them up, it's one of the many little jobs that she's assigned to herself and she has never, not once, been late doing them let alone not doing one of them.

She tries to keep herself calm as she looks around the table at everyone, trying to see if one of them knows what might have happened but all she sees is her own fear and slight panic reflected back at her. Poor Luisa is looking around the entire area, eyes desperately searching, she looks like she's on the verge of tears. Tia Pepa is raining slightly and the wind of her panic is noticeable she's running her hands through her braid and is repeating her mantra over and over again all while her Tio Felix tries to keep her calm, Isabela doesn't think it's working but shes not going to point that out right now. Camilo and Antonio have identical confused and scared expressions on their faces it would be funny in a different circumstance. Dolores just looks.... Confused.... That makes Isabela calm slightly because if Dolores is just confused, then maybe they're all just overreacting, maybe last night was just a bit much for Mirabel and mama is with her to make her feel better.

Yes that has to be it! Her youngest sister isn't gone, she hasn't disappeared, nothing has changed, nothing has happened, she's just in the nursery with Mama. She takes a breath of relief feeling a little silly for thinking that Mirabel would... That's she.... Yes she was being silly.

The sound of abuela clearing her throat snaps her out of her thoughts, everyone's eyes snap to abuela waiting to hear what she has to say. It's when she looks at abuela that the little amount of relief that she gained disappears entirely. The look on Abuela's face is not one she has ever seen on her before (or maybe she has...maybe it's been 10 years since she's seen it and she just doesn't remember) before she can get too lost in her thoughts her abuela speaks

"Buenos dias mi familia." Abuela pauses as they all greet her back before taking a deep breath "As you all can see Mirabel and julieta are not at the table right now, they're in the nursery at the moment because .... sometime during the night Casita decided to.... Turn Mirable into a baby." Chaos erupts as she finishes speaking. Absolute chaos.

The storm is intense and forms immediately, animals are running around screeching and breaking everything they see, Camilo's form changes from changing into all kinds of Mirables. Dolores is sitting at her seat hands on her head over her ears squeaking repeatedly. Luisa is sobbing loudly and with her full body. Plants of any and all kinds erupt all around her, not that she notices.

Because what? What did abuela just say? No, no way. There is no way. Before she even knows it she's running to the nursery barely registering the yell that follows her, kind of sounds like abuela. She can't stop herself, she has to see because there's no way. No way in hell. She can hear feet following her and by the way that the ground shakes she knows immediately who it is, Luisa.

She reaches the nursery door and slams into it with her whole body, putting way too much force behind it, and almost rips the door off the hinges as she accidentally breaks it down, she falls forward landing hard on her front. The sound of a wailing baby reaches her ears and She scrambles to get up.

Sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room right next to the window is her mama. And cradled in her arms is a wailing baby, a frighteningly familiar wailing baby, the memories might be faded but she remembers what her youngest sister looks like as a baby, she'd been one of the first people to meet her, something that she used to tease everyone else with.

No, no please no. This can't be happening. It's a nightmare. It must be. It HAS to be. She wants to wake up now. Please let her wake up now. If she does wake up right now, no matter what time it is she'll go to the REAL Mirable and tell her how sorry she is. For everything. She'll get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness for being such a terrible sister, something she should have done a long time ago. Please please let this not be real.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and jerks away from it taking a step forward towards her Mama and the wailing nightmare baby only for the hand to come back and pull her backwards she turns to see who it is and comes face to face with her papa. He shakes his head at her and mouths 'not yet' pulling her backwards again, pulling her out of the room and into the hallway she struggles against him needing to go to her mama. She sees Luisa in the corner of her eye standing to the side of the doorway looking into the room tears streaming down her face nonstop. That causes her to stop her struggle.

Her papa guides her further down the hallway, grabbing Luisa's arm gently as they pass her to get her to follow him as well. She barely registers any of that her thoughts consumed by one thing.

She'll never be able to make up for what shes done.

IMG HIIII NICE TO SEE YOU <3333 no worries. Google Docs is a writers biggest op sometimes, I get it 💀💀 ALSO I NEED TO RELABEL ALL OF YOUR SNIPPETS SO THEY’RE EASIER TO FIND I KEEP FORGETTING I’M SORRY <\\\\3

Regardless. This is so radical. I mean home girl woke up,and found out bout what? 10 minutes later? That her youngest sister was a baby. AND SHE SAW IT FIRST FOR HERSELF 🫣 But at least she was remorseful?? Took all that but hey, it worked. Baby steps people,baby steps (pun entirely intended).

Thank God Agustín was there, cause with the way Mirabel reacted to Alma, God knows how she woulda reacted to Isabela 🌚

How do react to that 😮‍💨 and never say never‼️‼️‼️ clwarly they were given another chance fora reason, but maybe she’s too in shock to realize that 🤠

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto isabela #encanto julieta #encanto agustin #encanto alma #encanto luisa #rebirth of a miracle au #deaged au #someone needs to remind me #to relabel these mofos #like I am so sorry #I’m not making this easier 💀💀

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For @time-for-a-grandkid-round-up, based on the prompt: “Mirabel becoming the next candleholder after Alma.”

Of course! Here’s my take on this headcanon. This started as a joke because the headcanon robs Mirabel of her character development, but I wanted to write something for this. It gets worse before it gets better.

Comments are always appreciated.

Next part of ITOG.

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Intertwining Threads of Gold I

What is going on?

It had been a question in Mirabel’s mind for some time. Since the town leaders who worked with Abuela spent increasingly more time in Casita - she doesn’t think she’s ever seen her Abuela working so much; the family seem to be very aware of her, constantly staring and talking; and deliveries from Señor Osvaldo Ortiz have became very frequent. And no birthdays are coming up - Papa has just had his and Isabela’s isn’t for another two months.

If it was any comfort, she wasn’t the only one left unaware. Antonio, naturally as the youngest, was usually kept in the dark. Which meant that when he realised this was strange, he began bothering her for answers as the only one who would understand his frustration of not knowing.

Following another visit from the councilmen, all of whom made a point of acknowledging her in the middle of a conversation with Alma - having merely passed her and her cousin in the dining room - and even Abuela hadn’t look disgruntled about her presence being a distraction to their conversation.

However, Antonio wasn’t so dismissive. He yanked hard at her arm with a curious look in his eyes, without a care for the needle that went off centre in the process.

“Why’s everyone being so strange to you?” He asked.

“I know no more than you do, Antonio. But something is happening.”

“What do you mean?” He clambered up on to a chair beside Mirabel, briefly turning his gaze to where Tío Bruno was carrying in more boxes with Luisa and Camilo. The three of them were whispering and giggling like school children. “I mean, yeah, something is happening. But why do you say it like it’s a bad thing?”

“I overheard Dolores telling Mariano that she couldn’t see him tomorrow. Therefore, something is happening. Something serious.” Mirabel observed.

Antonio gapped. His sister never went a day without visiting Mariano or vice versa. The idea of the couple being separate for once since Casita’s rebuild was practically unheard of. He glanced at his animal friends, who seemed just as clueless as he and Mirabel.

“What does that have to do with you though?” Antonio finally questioned.

She sighed, “That’s what I would like to know.”

Antonio pouted, throwing himself back against the chair. “But nobody tells us anything. They all think we’re babies. We’re never going to know what’s going on!”

Frankly, Mirabel wouldn’t have to wait much longer for her answer.

A few hours later found Mirabel sat in her room, working on a new dress for Tía Pepa. She had been pondering over potential ways she might be able to get some information. Her best bet was the extended family, all of whom were terrible at keeping secrets.

Not even the whole truth, just a little hint at something that would hopefully put her mind on ease and she could be a little less on edge.

There’s a quiet squeak from the doorway, where Dolores poked her head round.

“The family is meeting in the dining room. Immediately.” She announced. Then, after a beat, added, “You’d be best to leave the sewing.”

Hesitantly laying down her sewing, Mirabel smoothed over her skirt, adjusts her glasses in the mirror and followed Dolores down the stairs. Though she does want to know what’s happening (and that this sudden meeting is most likely about it), this was definitely not the way she wanted to find out.

When they arrive, Mirabel finds that the rest of the family (minus Antonio, Camilo and Luisa) are sat around the table. The table is lined with glowing candles, one of which looks brand new and waiting to burn. Everyone, besides herself, has a glass - the fancy glasses that haven’t been used since Isabela’s failed proposal - of red wine and beaming at her as she enters behind Dolores.

She can’t tell if this is more unnerving than the disappointed frowns and narrowed eyes she was expecting.

“Come sit with us, mi amor,” invites Julieta. 

Mirabel takes her chair beside Agustín, even more uncomfortable as everyone is still watching her expectantly. She keeps her eyes trained on Dolores as she walks around to her chair, whispering something to Félix that Mirabel doesn’t hear.

There’s an awkward silence as the family nervously glance at each other.

“Will you tell her, Mama?” Julieta asks. 

“No. You’re her mother, mija. You know best how to put these things.”

Julieta tries her best not to look disappointed by the response. She still needs a moment to recollect herself, take a breath and organise her thoughts. Perhaps waiting for someone else to get impatient or to take pity on her and start instead. Although, with each passing second, it’s clear that they are all waiting for her.

“Well, Mirabel, we have some excellent news for you,” her mother says. “You remember the night all the councilmen came to dinner? After you had gone to bed, we stayed up discussing the future of Encanto. It can’t be denied that your Abuela is getting older and she won’t be around forever, and someone needs to take the reins. Be in charge of running our community. Everyone felt it was important that the position stay within our family because of your Abuelo’s sacrifice and all of our family’s efforts.”

Mirabel nods along. It was only natural that one day Abuela would be surpassed and Mama, no doubt alongside Tía Pepa and Tío Bruno as they are triplets, will take on the mantle.

But everyone is still staring at her.

“And,” Julieta declares. “Your Abuela has decided that when she passes, you will inherit her position as town leader.”

The family suddenly cheer and applaud, compliments thrown this way and that. Speaking of throwing, colourful petals and confetti are also flying across the table.

But Mirabel wouldn’t know. She remains as quiet and still as humanly possible, in a twisted mix of shock and bewilderment. She is still trying to process her mother’s words, which leaves her unable to respond in any way.

Inherit.

Meaning, to gain something from a previous holder. In this case, becoming the next leader of Encanto. The next matriarch.

She is going to inherit. She, Mirabel Teresa Rojas Madrigal, the unknown, useless and giftless, jinx, is going to inherit the glorious and honoured position of her Abuela, Alma Madrigal, the woman who single-handedly created and governed a wonderful community, has raised several generations of both Madrigals and townspeople, blessed and bestowed countless miracles…

No. There is no way.

She doesn’t want this. She isn’t the next in line, literally - there’s still her mother, Tía, Tío, Isabela, Dolores, Luisa and Camilo before her. She doesn’t want this. She’s not even an adult, nor has she finished school yet - there are still final exams and qualifications and such. She doesn’t want this. She hasn’t even considered her options for her future - that is something she should be thinking about now, time is pressing, she’s useless. She doesn’t want this. She isn’t gifted.

No. She was what destroyed the miracle and Encanto. She cannot be pulled closer to it.

The Madrigal inheritance is going to be hers.

She looks around at the happy and proud faces of her family, blinking and blank-faced.

This must be a dream. This has to be a dream.

“What?” Is all Mirabel says; she must sound pathetic, and stupid.

Julieta smiles adoringly, “We were just telling you that your Abuela has chosen you as her successor, Mirabel. You will be responsible for looking after this town and continuing its success for the next generations. Your Abuela, your father and I, the council and the rest of our family have all agreed that this was the right decision.”

There’s various voices of agreement and thoughts from the rest of the family, but Mirabel doesn’t really pick up any of it.

“What?” She asks again.

Any moment now she will wake up in her room and this will all be ridiculously nonsensical. She will be snug in her little bed in her room, before hurrying into her morning routine. Perhaps she’ll tell her mother about this nightmare as she helps with breakfast.

Mirabel looks at her mother with as much determination as she can muster, but she’s still too shocked to react, “I can’t be.”

Tío Bruno reaches over to take both her cold, shaky hands, in a gesture of support.

“Kid, you’ve been given a seat on the council. The main seat!” Bruno corrects himself. He is beaming at her. “Didn’t I tell you that you were exactly what this family needed? I didn’t even need future vision to know that. Now you can show everyone what you can really do.”

“But what about Mama? And Tía Pepa? And you?” Mirabel questions, rambling.

“Doesn’t matter. We were all happy enough for the role to pass to you.” Pepa answers instead, her siblings nodding together. “Mama wanted it go to you.”

“But… my sisters? And my cousins? Their claim is as good as mine. Better even?”

This time, nobody bothers to reply. They had just answered that question. Mirabel still glances across to Isabela and Dolores just to be sure, she’s disappointed when she realises it is definitely the same answer as before.

“I can’t be,” Mirabel whispers, turning to her father this time. She braves a glance at the rest of the room. “I can’t.” She can feel tears welling up in her eyes. “I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it.”

“Calm yourself, Mirabel,” calls Abuela, since Mirabel’s parents, alongside everyone else, looks astounded at her lack of enthusiasm and are at a loss for words. “Let me tell you, that you are more than capable of this. I trust that you can do this. As does the rest of our family. Our miracle would have warned me when I came to this decision, if there was any doubt. Isabela?”

Taking her cue, her sister rises from Abuela’s side and picks up the non-lit candle, walking around the table down and setting it in front of Mirabel, where her hands are still joint with Tío Bruno’s. She shifts away.

She had barely batted an eye at the only non-lit candle beside Abuela, she assumed it had accidentally gone off or someone had forgotten. But now that it is close up, she can see the beautiful engravings and details reminiscent of Abuelo and Abuela’s wedding candle: that was lost barely two years ago.

A candle for her is a strange present in itself - she’s definitely not going to get married. And what would that have to do with her governing Encanto as the matriarch—

She is going to be the matriarch for the family too. She is going to be the next candleholder.

It feels like the whole world has stopped.

Everyone is still watching, smiling and nodding at her, a few of them are talking but Mirabel isn’t obtaining any of it.

“The candle is yours, nieta,” Abuela’s voice finally cuts through. She doesn’t even look disappointed or annoyed that Mirabel hadn’t worked it out herself, as she would have done a few years ago. “You will not only be the matriarch of the town, but of the family too. You will be responsible for protecting the miracle and bestowing gifts to the next generation. Once I am gone, my room will be yours.”

Tío Bruno goes to guide her hands towards the candle and Mirabel twists sharply in his hold. She touched Abuela’s candle twice and neither was a good experience. She isn’t going to cradle another candle. She won’t dare to do it again. She would sooner cut her own head off.

Once standing and free from Bruno, she catches her mother’s eye. “Mama,” she cries, and even she will admit she sounds childish as she does. “Tell them I can’t do it, I don’t want it.”

Julieta is up on her feet in an instant. Mirabel almost smiles from the instant relief she feels, even if it’s embarrassing to be saved like a child, as her mother comes around to her side. Her mother will rescue her from this misery. Even if it’s just to the kitchen to make a start on dinner, she doesn’t care, so long as it is anywhere but here.

But then her head is lifted by her mother’s hand caressing her cheek, “Mirabel, mi amor, we would never have arranged anything we didn’t think you weren’t capable of. And I completely understand your concerns, but this is a wonderful opportunity for you. Your father and I are so proud of you, your sisters too. You will make a great matriarch.”

“I can’t, Mama,” Mirabel says. “I can’t be. I don’t want to be.”

“You’re nervous, and it’s making you doubtful. It’s natural. You’ll warm up to the idea.” Her father tries next.

“I am not being doubtful, Pa. I don’t want this,” Mirabel reenforces gently, looking up to where he has joined Julieta’s side with a firm handing on Mirabel’s shoulder.

“You have only just heard the news, primita,” interrupts Dolores. “You need some time to truly think about it. You can’t let these worries hold you back in life. You’re growing up.”

“There are many good reasons for this decision, some you might not realise just yet. But you will, with time. You will start visiting the council with me, so that you can build on your confidence and understand the workings of our community.” Abuela continued.

The elderly woman gestured to Pepa, who unraveled a large scroll and passed it across the table for Mirabel. She didn’t make any attempt to take it. Bruno sets it down in front of her.

Not that Mirabel properly read the document, but from having a quick scan, she could sum up that it was an outline of the training she would undergo to prepare her for this role. Lists of dates, events to attend and people to meet. The word ‘ceremony’ beside her name makes her heartbeat uneasy.

She must be crying now - things are blurry in that familiar way, and her glasses are definitely still on. The family mistake it for joy or gratitude, as they just coo and gush at her.

“Now, let’s put these little doubts to rest, and focus on your bright future,” Alma concludes. “There are a few things we need to finalise with the council about this. I figured that you may want to come and do that yourself, or if not we can discuss them now. This has all been done for your benefit, nieta.” Alma’s eyes tearing up a little, fondly.

“I don’t want this.” Mirabel continues, turning back to her mother. “Mama, I can’t! I can’t do this!”

“Breathe, Mirabel. In and out. This is nothing to get upset about. It’s a good thing,” her mother reassures.

She pulls away from her parents’ hold. “No! I won’t do this - I can’t do this! Not if it’s going to hurt someone!”

“It’s not going to hurt anyone.” Another voice, maybe Tío Félix, cuts in.

“Yes, it will! This miserable future is going to kill me, if not anyone else! I should just do it now and spare you all the trouble.”

“Mirabel, come on, you are working yourself up over nothing. This is a great opportunity for you. Of course, there will be change, that’s natural. You should be happy.” This time it’s several voices talking at once and that is what she manages to pick up.

Mirabel stammered, looking around the room. “Is nobody listening? I don’t want it!”

“You’re shocked right now,” Isabela said. Everyone else is talking, suggesting similar ideas. As if everyone is deaf to Mirabel’s refusal. “Dolores is right, you can take some time to think about this. Maybe talk to someone about it.”

“What is the point of no-one cares? If nobody listens?” She retorts.

“We are listening,” Her father comments.

“And we do care about you.” Her mother finishes.

“Then why don’t I matter?” Mirabel inquires, with tears stinging her eyes.

Mirabel doesn’t give anyone the chance to respond, quickly leaving the room.

The family is in silence once again.

Alma and Bruno turn to each other, gapping and not blinking; Isabela sits back in her chair, sipping at her wine; Dolores excuses herself, deciding to be the one to check on her brothers; Pepa and Félix keep opening their mouths, but can’t think of anything to say.

Julieta turns to her husband from the empty spot Mirabel had left, as silent as everybody else, but looking a little more sullen then simply confused or shocked.

Agustín clicks his tongue, “She took that well.”

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal

[acewithapaintbrush]

Happy Birthday @sokkas-first-fangirl

Ever since I read this line in your story:

“They always work hard,” Mariano added. “You know, one time when we were little, I got terribly lost in the jungle and Dolores found me all by herself!”

I wanted to write a little something for it and what better time than your birthday! I hope you'll like it💜

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"We need to find him! Why would he run away like that?" 

"Mama?" 

"We will find him, please calm down." 

"Oh my poor baby! He's all alone!" 

"Mami, I can-" 

Pepa distractedly smiles down at her  daughter and pats her head. "Not now, Honey. We need to find the Guzman boy." 

"But I can-" 

But her mother is already gone, conversing with Abuela and other villagers to arrange for a search party. Dolores puffs her little cheeks out and stomps her foot. Silently. Everything she does is silent since she got her gift a week ago. 

Her voice has grown softer too. Maybe a side effect of her gift?

Dolores doesn't know. Dolores doesn't care! 

It's so hard being heard ever since she got her gift. If she were older and if she actually knew the meaning of 'irony', that might have amused her. 

She is anything but amused.

She can hear the Guzman boy (Marian? Martin? Something like that).

She can hear him in the jungle, crying his stupid eyes out. But no one will listen to her. They are all running around, frantic, and no one pays little, soft spoken Dolores any mind. They don't know the extent of her gift yet, admittedly. As far as they are concerned, she can only hear really well. Even Dolores didn't know she could hear sounds so far away. Her gift is still new and it fluctuates a little. Sometimes the Guzman boy sounds like he is far away, sometimes it sounds like he is right next to her. 

The constant sound of his sniffles and sobs irritates Dolores like most things do since her ceremony. She is definitely still struggling to accept her gift. Isabela got pretty flowers and what did Dolores get? Super hearing. How lame. How boring. 

How painful.

None of the adults pay her any mind so if she wants the sniffling in her ears to stop, she'll have to take matters into her own hands. 

Dolores stomps her foot once more, despite her ire a little scared to venture into the jungle alone. When none of the adults turn towards her she huffs and disappears into the jungle. 

She'll just have to do it herself.

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She finds him an hour later. The sounds of the jungle have turned her around once or twice, but finally she spots him sitting at the base of a big tree, arms wrapped around his legs and head buried in his knees. 

He is a small, thin child, even smaller than Dolores. She thinks they are the same age, but she is not sure. She hasn't spoken a lot with him until now. Which is why it feels so awkward, trying to get his attention. 

"Hey." she whispers. Dolores clears her throat so she can try again, louder this time, but his head immediately snaps up. She is a little taken aback since she didn't think she was loud enough to be heard. 

His eyes are red and swollen. His cheeks are tearstained. He looks like a mess. 

"Dolores?" 

Dolores shuffles closer. His voice sparked a memory. "Mariano, right? Your mama and papa are looking for you." 

He looks around, worried. "Are they here?" 

"No, I came alone." She taps her ear, a gesture that will become second nature to her soon. "I heard you with my gift." 

He stares at her ears and scrubs the tears away. For a second he looks embarrassed, but then he smiles at her. 

"That is amazing. Gracias!" 

Dolores blinks. Her gift? Amazing? And is this how Isa feels like when people thank her for her flowers? If so, no wonder she runs through the Encanto gifting flowers left and right. 

Mariano's face suddenly crumbles again. "I was so scared!" 

Dolores flounders, stepping from one foot to the other. She has never seen a boy cry like that. So open and vulnerable. The boys she knows all try to act tough and strong. But the sight isn't weird or anything. In fact, she thinks it's alright. She would have been scared too, alone in the jungle. Dolores is a little scared right now, to be completely honest. She hears a lot more than Mariano. Lots of animals breathing and prancing and… and growling. Sticks breaking. Nearby.

"It's okay!" she mutters and hurries to his side. His hand is clammy when she grabs it to pull him to his feet. As soon as he is standing, she pulls him towards the village. "Let's go home." 

He follows her meekly. Their footsteps are loud to Dolores' ears, but not loud enough to drown out all the creepy sounds. They are constant and they seem to get louder and louder. 

Dolores can't ignore or suppress them and she is getting a little panicky. 

"Why did you go into the jungle?" she asks, voice tight. Maybe she can distract herself at least. 

Mariano sniffles once more. "I wanna be a poet, but Papa says that's stupid. He says I need to 'man up'." 

Dolores hums. Adults are so weird sometimes. "What does that mean?" 

"I don't know." 

The sounds are getting louder and louder and they now mix with the voices of the adults who are not just screaming for Mariano now, but for Dolores as well. Seems like they finally noticed that she left. 

"Do you wanna hear one?" 

"What?" 

"A poem?" 

"Oh. Sure." Dolores mumbles. More noise is not exactly what she wants right now, but her Abuela always tells them that they need to be polite to everyone. They are the Madrigals and they have an image to 'uphold'. Whatever that means. Probably something similar to 'man up'. 

Mariano takes a deep breath and Dolores prepares herself for something stupid, a little limerick about a donkey or something, but the second the first verse leaves his mouth, she stops in her tracks and stares back at him out of wide eyes. 

Mariano doesn't seem to notice. He's got his eyes closed and a smile on his face. He recites a poem about the wind and the way it moves through the grass. It is very simple and the language a little clunky at certain points. But it is beautiful. It's got heart and soul. 

His voice and the words drown out all the other sounds. Dolores hears only him and she is entranced. 

When he finishes, Dolores is at peace. 

"Did you like it?" he asks shyly. 

"Yes!" she blurts out, loud, the loudest she has been since her ceremony. Her heart flutters and there is a shine in her eyes and a breathlessness she can't explain. "Yes I did! Do you have more?" 

And they walk home, hand in hand, and Mariano recites all the poems his young mind has come up with until now. There is even a stupid limerick about a donkey, but Dolores doesn't care. Laughs at all the right places, giddy with relief and joy. She can only hear him and the world around her has gotten much smaller and yet it feels bigger somehow. She feels free. 

Dolores doesn't fall in love that day. She is only five years old! Love is still that gross thing that adults always talk about. 

But it's the start of something. It's the start of admiration and respect. It's the start of her actively searching out Mariano's voice when her gift gets to be too much. It's the start of her sitting at her desk, eyes closed, listening to him come up with new poems. 

It's the start of many things. 

#I hc that Mariano was a very small (maybe even sickly) child #And his father didn't approve of his peotry #encanto #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #encanto headcanons