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This marks my 1,000 post.
Thank you to everyone for the likes, reblogs, comments and asks!
In honour, you can have a sketch (at the very end) and a wip from the Reincarnation AU; Mirabel’s death.
Warning, sensitive topics below, especially blood/injury and death.
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Am I Too Late For a Miracle?
“What is going on!?”
At the sound of Abuela’s approaching voice, Mirabel and Isabela stop talking, quickly standing up.
“Abuela, it’s okay,” Mirabel tries gently. “Everything is okay—”
“What are you talking about? Look at our home! Look at your sister!” She gestures sympathetically to Isabela and the surrounding mess. “It wasn’t enough that you ruined her proposal, now you have to do this too—”
“Please, listen, I-I didn’t. Isabela wasn’t happy…”
Mirabel turned to her side, where Isabela no longer was. Her sister had wandered off behind Abuela, towards where their parents and Luisa had appeared.
At the other side of the room, Tía Pepa, Tío Félix, Dolores and Camilo have also walked in on the scene.
All of them staring her down.
“I don’t want to hear another word from you.” Her gaze hardened.
“Abuela, you don’t understand, the vision—”
“You have to stop, Mirabel! The cracks started with you; Bruno left because of you; Luisa’s losing her powers, Isabela’s out of control because of you! I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift, but it is not an excuse to hurt this family!”
Cracks emerged around the pair, though neither seemed to pick up on it in the moment.
Mirabel’s heart broke.
She opens her mouth but is silenced immediately by a hand in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers. “I didn’t want to hurt us—”
“Enough!” Abuela thunders. “You don’t get to cry about what you’ve done. There isn’t a punishment worthy. How dare you speak to me about our miracle! How dare you hurt this family! How dare you break our home! How dare you try to harm our miracle! Let me tell you, young lady, I regret the day you were born. You have brought nothing but misfortune at every opportunity! I never would have kept you here if I’d known what a burden you were going to be! You are a disappointment. You have always been such a disappointment. A pathetic excuse for a Madrigal, a granddaughter, daughter, sister and whatever else is in your never ending list of failures. You don’t deserve to be in this family.”
The floor between them cracks, separating them. Abuela silently gasps in surprise and confusion, eyes glued to the damage; Mirabel flinches back, one hand at her heart and the other covering her mouth to prevent any fearful screams getting out.
“No, no, no!” Pepa suddenly cries.
Félix follows her gaze. “The candle!”
As if on cue, the cracks spread. One in particular splitting the house in half and knocking the candle off its perch, the candle flickers and the building shakes subsequently.
Dolores grabs onto the wall to steady herself and Camilo, firmly held by the ruana in her other hand. Isabela lurches forward to keep Abuela in her feet. Pepa almost falls into Félix. Luisa, barely fazed, secures Julieta and Agustín with either hand.
Mirabel, who had been knocked to the floor, shakes her head and recovers herself, setting her eyes on the candle.
“Casita, help me up there!”
The house tears off a line of railing, flipping it into a makeshift ladder for her.
Meanwhile, Camilo had taken the back staircase and was sprinting along the corridor towards Abuela’s door. Using his shapeshifting abilities to parkour through any suppose obstacles.
Isabela creates herself a vine to swing from and pull herself to the candle. Just as she gets close to the ledge, her door fades. The vine quickly dissipates into nothing.
She screams. Casita uses its beams to catch her, gently dropping her to the floor.
Camilo’s door flickers out next. He was mid-jump as the notably tall Josè and just as his hand goes for the edge of the roof, he shifts back to himself and misses. Casita’s other line of railing bends outwards for him to grasp on, breaking his falls as he lands beside Isabela.
He stares in horror at his own hands, his older cousin looks similar as the plants around them shrivel quickly and die.
Nearby, Antonio is stood frozen, watching as his own door goes out. It is immediately thrown off its hinges as the animals come bursting out, running and flying away into the wilderness.
“Careful! Antonio!” Félix remarks, quickly scooping the boy up. As his door comes crashing down to where he was just standing. With the boy in his arms, Félix makes for the exit. “We have to get out of here!” He throws over his shoulder to Julieta, Agustín and Pepa, who are doing everything but that.
“Mirabel?!” Julieta shouts.
Just as she tries to go after her daughter, Casita ripples it’s tiles in powerful waves forcing them out.
“Mirabel!” She cries again, almost tripping to step over Casita.
“Mirabel! You have to get out!” Agustín yells.
“Mirabel—”
The family is thrown out front door at that point. Luisa manages to break Abuela’s fall, Félix does the same for Antonio.
Bruno races on the inside of the walls that are crumbling and piling with dust, quickly shoving every rat inside his ruana. He retrieves Hernando’s bucket, slams it onto his head and crashes head first through the walls.
He tumbles out into the grass below, lifting the bucket as he eyes everything in disbelief. It’s been so long since he’s seen the outside; who would have thought it would be like this?
“Mirabel?!” Julieta cries in alarm, reaching out over Abuela’s shoulder. Casita hasn’t thrown her out. She’s still there. Struggling on her short legs to reach the candle. “Mirabel! Leave it!”
“Mirabel! The house is going to fall!” Félix hollers up.
Pepa twists anxiously at her braid. “Mirabel! Get out!”
“Mirabel!” Agustín shouts.
Casita shifts its tiles and Mirabel finally grasps the candle, panting in relief. Just as she dusts it over, the walls come crushing down around her.
The roof jolts downwards without warning, sending Mirabel hastily over its edge. She cries out. The stairs rise, sliding her onto the ground.
She sits up, eyes going wide as the building caves in. She closes her eyes, adjusts herself to lean over the candle, cradling it like something fragile in her lap. Various pieces of furniture stack themselves protectively around her, trying to shield her from the incoming attack.
“Thank you, Casita.”
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Dolores wailed in agony outside.
Her gift, unfortunately, seemed to be one of the last to fade.
She gripped her own ears tightly, nails digging into the skin, almost determined to rip them off. Over the top of her own hands were Isabela’s and Luisa’s, both her cousins looking at her with such concern.
Abuela was still stood frozen, Julieta and Agustín hovering beside her. Her father was off to the side comforting Antonio with help from Camilo. Her mother was partially sidetracked by something, no someone, in the distance. Townspeople were starting to gather further behind them all.
“Mirabel?!” Julieta cries in alarm, reaching out over Abuela’s shoulder. “Mirabel! Leave it!”
“Mirabel! The house is going to fall!” Félix hollers up.
Pepa twists anxiously at her braid. “Mirabel! Get out!”
“Mirabel!” Agustín shouts.
And Dolores just had to hear it.
Each item, each beam, each tile hit the floor and shatter, one after the other. Mirabel’s cries of absolute terror. It’s clearly her voice, but it sounds nothing like her. All haunting and broken. Dolores thinks she hears Mirabel calm, both realising Casita has sheltered her, and they whisper, “Thank you, Casita.”
And then there’s the deafening cracks as Bruno’s tower comes loose.
It falls.
And falls.
And takes Mirabel’s head down with it.
Dolores heard her splutter on her own blood and air. Her body coming to a silent and abrupt halt. Wherever it lands, Mirabel’s head is still alive. Her glasses smash on impact and cut into her cheeks. She hears the eyelids flutter open and the lips move, trying to scream, no doubt at the sight of her own headless corpse. But she doesn’t have her vocal cords to do that. The eyes blink again, straining to look away. Then nothing.
Casita breaks.
There’s a ringing in Dolores’ ears, in everyone’s ears, when Casita is completely gone and everything is still.
Two doors that had been sheltering Mirabel’s body fall apart, one squeaks open and shut one final time, as if saying you’re welcome. As if the house didn’t just let Mirabel die.
She covers her mouth and drops to the grass. Isabela being the only thing keeping her upright - Luisa had already walked off to her father.
“Shush, it’s okay, I’ve got you. Lola, I’ve got you,” Isabela whispers, holding her against her.
It’s been ages since she and Isa have been this close.
In spite of herself, Dolores can’t help but take the opportunity and tightens herself around Isabela.
Julieta pushes Abuela aside, running into the building. “Mirabel!” She calls, searching the debris.
“Everyone okay?” Agustín asks around. “Is everyone okay?”
“How could this happen?” Luisa questions nobody in particular.
Félix shakes his head in disbelief. “The Encanto is broken…”
“What do we do now?”
“My powers… they’re gone.” Camilo sulks. “And what about Antonio? What’s he going to do?”
Isabela taps her shoulder. “Dolores? Are you okay? Can you hear me? You aren’t listening to me.”
Dolores looks stunned.
She realises.
“My gift,” she mumbles. “Our gifts. They aren’t gone. I can still…”
She can’t bring herself to finish.
Isabela looks unconvinced, but doesn’t say anything. Though she does wave her hand half-heartedly, only for a cactus to suddenly pop out from the ground beside them.
“Mirabel!” Julieta cries in relief, finally spotting the familiar teal among everything. She races over, checking the girl bottom to top for injuries, as she always does; Dolores didn’t need her hearing for that, her Tía always does that. She tries to imagine what Julieta sees. The embroidery must be snagged and torn, the candle must still be glowing in her hands, she’ll be covered in dust and blood— and then Julieta screams.
Dolores figures she worked it out.
“Julieta, come quick!” Her mother calls in the distance, pointing at Bruno, who is not so-subtly hiding in the grass. “Julieta!”
The healer just collapses in front of the body, shrieking in anguish, reaching out but can’t bring herself to touch Mirabel’s severed neck or anywhere else.
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#encanto#encanto reincarnation au#mirabel madrigal#alma madrigal#dolores madrigal#isabela madrigal#julieta madrigal#bruno madrigal#luisa madrigal#agustín madrigal#pepa madrigal#félix madrigal#antonio madrigal#camilo madrigal#my writing#my art#encanto fanart
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Hello it is I! This is going to be a short one but please enjoy!
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Pov Antonio
He doesn't understand. Everyone is crying and freaking out, abuela is trying to get everyone to calm down but it's not working. Isa and Luisa had run away from the table, tio not too far behind them. His hermano and hermana are both still sitting at the table but camilo keeps changing into different Mirabel's and Dolores is making funny sounds with her hands over her ears, he wants to giggle at them but everything is so scary right so he doesn't. Mami is storming really bad his papi is trying to calm her down unsuccessfully his friends are running around screeching and breaking everything and he can't get his new friends to listen to him and it's all so overwhelming and he doesn't know what to do.
The answer comes to him quickly, Mira, he has to find Mira, she'll know what to do! Mira always knows what to do! While everyone is distracted he gets up from the table as quickly and quietly as he can and sneaks his way to the nursery, making sure to hide when he sees his tio in the hallway walking back to the dining room with Isa and Luisa. His tio has his arms around them both, which is weird Tio loves his primas but he doesn't usually Walk around with them like that. He shakes his head, he has to find Mira, everyone is so weird right now but Mira will fix it he just knows she will. She's Mira.
A weird noise is coming from the nursery, he couldn't hear it from all the way down the hallway with his mama's storm going so hard but as he gets closer he can hear it, the sound of a baby crying, he walks quickly inside the room walking past the broken door which is hanging onto the doorway from the top hinge.
"Antonio, what are you doing here?" The unexpected voice breaks him away from staring at the broken door. He whips around, finally looking at the room which looks different from the night before, but more importantly he gets a look at who is in the room. Instead of his Mira he sees his tia, his tia who is holding a crying baby, confusion fills him as he stares at his tia, where is Mira? Why is tia holding a baby?
"Tia! Where's Mira?! Everyone is acting weird and yelling a lot and I want Mira to make them stop!" He says this all quickly wanting to find Mira fast so that everyone will stop acting so weird. instead of answering his tia has a weird look on her face, kinda like she smelled something bad. "Tia? What's wrong?" She starts to cry.
Antonio doesn't understand, did he say something wrong?
NOOOO HE MUST BE SO CONFUSED ☹️☹️
No but the fact that he was able to just get in without much effort goes to show how chaotic it is 🤕 and then he was just?? Trying to find Mirabel because he believed she could get everyone to chill (which she probs could). Like know Juliet’s probably ain’t wanna cry, but how else was she supposed to react???
Antonio:
#my asks are open#my asks#encanto#encanto au#au#encanto mirabel#encanto alma#encanto isabela#encanto luisa#encanto agustin#rebirth of a miracle#deaged mirabel au#encanto antonio
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Pompeii Part 4: happy birthday
Summary: Carlos goes through more pain with having to continue his life but what if doing so allows him to gain some happiness again?
Genre: Angst and fluff
Notes: Pompeii Part 4! not really proof read so may be grammar mistakes
Warnings: ANGSTY, MENTIONS OF DEATH, YELLING, CRYING
check out Ducky's first parts pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3
As the month dragged by, Carlos wasn't the same anymore. Every night Carlos would cry himself to sleep at the thought of getting older without his triplets. And with the rebuild of Casita, it made him feel even worse. He couldn’t bring himself to go back to the place that killed both of you. So he never helped rebuild Casita; instead, he would go back to the river every day.
Every time he visited he would bring some of your’s and Camilo’s favorite food because he knew how mad you would be at him for not taking care of himself. During his time he would enjoy the peace of the quiet and only imagine what you guys would have been up to by now, maybe you would have confessed to your crush you told him about a year ago. Or imagine how many fights would end up with a cactus in Camilo cause he pissed off Isabela. Maybe you all would have ganged up against your older sister to make fun and park her new boyfriend. Oh right…yall never say that. Damn. You guys had missed so much in life so far, Carlos can't even bring himself to think of what else you guys would as well. By the time the sun set he would trench back to the house that some villagers were letting his family stay in.
He arrived back in time for dinner. Once again he just ate his dinner in silence while everyone else was chatting away. He was about to excuse himself when his abuela said something.
“Family, we are all grateful for the help to rebuild our lovely Casita. Tomorrow we shall finally be able to move back in, so tonight please gather up all your stuff so we are ready to move.”
By the end of dinner Carlos dragged himself back into the room he was staying in. He didn't want to leave yet. Not that he liked this place no, he just didn't want to go back to the same place he lost his meaning to live. The place where the lives of triplets were lost. He didnt even wanna walk near there, let alone live there. But he had no choice, no matter how hard he wanted to avoid this time.
Thankfully he didn't have much to pack anyway, it only took him about an hour. He only had one last thing to pack tho. There he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over y’all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.
He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.
“Hermano wake up, we get to go back to Casita today!” and enthusiastic Antonio squeaked.
Carlos weakly opened his eyes that were glue shut from the tears that poured last night.
“Calmate im getting up”
When he got up body was sore. He had slept all night in the same position clenching onto the photo of you three close to his chest.
Everyone was standing around the path to casita while mirabel was holding a custom doorknob just for her
“I see me..all of me” she said with tears in her eyes
Once she placed the doorknob in magic spread all throughout the house and bringing it back to life, literally.
Everyone started flooding through the doors bringing back the atmosphere of their once beloved home. But Carlos didn't budge. He stood there staring at the house which he dreaded going back into. A pain started to fill every cavity of his chest just remembering that sight he saw of his siblings. When all of a sudden a hand was placed on his shoulder.
“ It hurts me as well, but we both know that they would want us to go in, no matter how much of chickens they would be acting right now,” Dolores said, causing a low chuckle from Carlos.
She reached her hand out for him to grab. Slowly he held on to his big sister's hand as he was about to do one of the most painful things in his life, going back to that dreaded place.
As they both walked through the door side by side he tried hard to stay strong and put on a brave face. Once he stepped in he was flooded by amazing memories he had with you two
“ Hey Stupid what would happen if we started spinning you in the hammock?” an 11 year old Carlos exclaimed to his brother.
“Only one way to find out!” a young and very stupid Camilo agreed.
Flash forward to within 5 minutes with Camilo in a hammock wearing a helmet and holding onto the sides of it for dear life, and on the other side Carlos on the end of the hammock ready to spin him.
“What are you doing now?!” came in young y/n holding an empanada you just got from your tia.
“ About to see what happens to milo if we spin him in the hammock”
“I’ve got a helmet!” he interrupted.
“Yes he has a helmet. So you gonna help us or not”
“Fineeee” young you had said while stuffing the rest of your empanada in your mouth so you could help them.
“ ha remember that time we convinced Camilo to go into the hammock and spin him around” he said to his sister, remembering the memory
“ isn’t it the time he flung out and you guys had tia keep it a secret from mama cause you both knew you’d get in trouble”
“Haha yeah…it was fun”
Dolores had a smile escape from her seeing him laugh and remember the good times they all had together.
It has been a month now since they’ve moved back in. Almost everyone had gotten comfy again and settled back in. All but Carlos. Ever since they came back he hasn't opened his door. He didn’t want his powers back, it would only pain him to remember his matching gift with his triplets. And not seeing your guys' doors near his anymore hurts like hell. So instead he has been sleeping in Antonio’s room since Pepa wont let him sleep on the couch downstairs all by himself.
At dinner tonight something seemed off. Everyone's chatter sort of seemed a bit forced like they were all trying to hold something in. You can clearly tell in Mirabel’s face that she couldn’t keep straight. All of the sudden it seemed like Pepa had gotten the courage to speak.
“Carlos it’s your birthday tomorrow, would you like anything?” she asked with hesitation.
“ …I don't want to celebrate,” he said, holding back his tears. He had lost all track of time that he didn’t even notice it was almost his birthday. His birthday…no. It should have been an our birthday instead. He should have celebrated it alongside both of you. Now that he realizes it it was always you and Milo who made a bigger deal out of your guys birthday. All week he would have heard about it. All planning what gifts you wanted to get or who won the vote of the cake flavor this year. But none of it was gonna happen
With this he excused himself from the table and headed up to his room. While he was there he looked at the photo frame that was faced down on his night stand. With a shaking hand he hesitantly lifted it up to reveal a photo of you three on your thirteenth birthday. All of you laughing together while cake smeared all over you all cause Carlos decided to start a cake fight.
He choked. He remembered all the fun birthdays shared and didn't realize that last year was gonna be the last ever time.
“Happy birthday!” Carlos heard while being licked in the face by Antonio’s jaguar. What an amazing wake up call.
“Alright Alright i’m awake” he said half awake.
After he had gotten up and ready for the day he and Antonio headed down for breakfast.
When they got downstairs you could tell that the atmosphere felt a bit weird.
“Happy Birthday mijo” Felix calmly said to his son while placing a hand on his back.
“Gracias papa”
“ I miss them greatly as well, but we'll get through this together.”
“Carlos glanced over, giving him a slight smile for the kind gesture.
It was now a bit later in the day. Carlos was waiting for his tia to finish making some food for him to take for today.
During his aimless walk around he ended up going up upstairs. Walking along the edge he held his arm out to let his fingers sweep by the railing. He just did many aimless laps around, only moving to not run into plants. Yet during all this he didnt think a thing. His mind was just blank.
During lap who knows what, while he was walking he didn't pay attention and tipped over a small vase.
Doing this made him snap out of his trance. Quickly picking up the mess he made he finally realized where he was. There in front of him was his unopened door. He paused his cleaning and just stared at it.
“We both know you should open it”
A whisper voice appeared out of nowhere, scaring the hell out of him.
“AHHH! DOLORES WHAT DA HELL?!”
“Lo siento hermano”
“...maybe your right”
“ que?”
“ I mean those losers would have wanted me to open it by now right?”
“Agreed”
“Should I…?”
“It’s your decision”
Upon hearing this Carlos closed his eyes and took a deep breath. With fear in his eyes he looked at the doorknob. He took small slow steps towards the door and once he reached it his breathing hitched. Raising his hand upwards to grip the doorknob. When his hand was hovering over it he froze. Is he really gonna do this? How will he live with himself? But it’s what they would want right? But it still wouldn’t be the same? The more questions he wondered the fear was more evident on his face then over. Looking over his shoulder to glance at his sister she gave a resuring headnod that it’s okay. With this he finally lowered his hand and gripped on the doorknob. But nothing happened. The door was still blank. Confusion started to rise
“Did it work?”
“I don't know let me give it a try”
He tried to transform into anyone…but his appearance stayed the same.
“Wh-what’s happening?” a distressed Carlos asked
“I-i don't know!” said an equally confused Dolores
Carlos held up both of his hands, they were shaking crazy. His eyes darted all around trying to unscramble the mess in his brain. He looked up to meet the eyes of his sister, his lip trembling.
“CARLOS YOUR FOOD IS READY!” yelled his tia from the kitchen
“...I have to go”
With this he ran down stairs and swiftly grabbed the basket off the counter and ran. He didn’t know where he was running, he just let his feet guide him.
Finally when his feet stopped he looked up to see where he was. He had ran all the way to your guys’ graves. He hasn’t visited here ever since where you guys were buried, it pained him to come here again. Upon closer look he realized that the ruanas he placed on the grave stones were gone
“ No, no where did they go?!” he yeld while holding back a sob stuck in his throat.
He collapsed to the floor gripping his ruana near his chest. A pain unimaginable was in his heart. How much more could this day pain him? He sat there balling his eyes out. All the pain that had been building up from today was being released.
“ hey loser you don't look good crying” said a familiar voice
Carlos shot his head up to see who was talking. His hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot from the violent sobs. When he looked up he saw a sight he missed all too well.
“Ca-camilo…?”
“Yup! I would say in the flesh but umm yeahhh”
“How are you-where’s y/n?!”
“Over here dumbass”
Carlos shot his head back to see the sight of his sibling standing there. Oh god how much he missed it
“Wait how are you guys-”
“Well, if you would have been smart, I believe you got a new gift. Oh, and we never got the chance to thank you for our ruanas, it was getting cold.” you said.
“Ha your welcome then”
" Now you have to catch us up on everything though"
That was his new gift, being able to talk to the dead. Maybe his gift was still connected to his siblings in the end after all…
#spotify#camilo madrigal#camilo madrigal x reader#camilo x y/n#carlos madrigal#carlos madrigal x reader#carlos madrigal x y/n#angst#triplet au#sorry but i couldn't help myself from writting this#carlos my beloved#encanto carlos#my fic
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Here is my "El Raton Perez" One-shot. For everyone who did not see the post: apparently in Colombia the tooth fairy is a mouse (sometimes a rat!). I saw that, had a desperate need for more cute Bruno and Antonio interaction, and here we are. Enjoy!
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It's happening. It's really happening.
Antonio clutches the blanket tight to his chest. The spot in his mouth where his tooth is missing still aches a little, but that pain was pretty much forgotten the moment he heard the little squeaks coming from under his bed.
When Mirabel had pulled a crying Antonio into her lap and had told him about El Raton Perez, the little boy with one tooth missing had immediately believed her. If there is anything he knows for sure, it's that his favorite prima would never lie to him.
Mirabel is nice. The nicest! She sometimes teases, but only in a funny way. Not like Camilo, who is also nice and funny, but whose jokes sometimes are only funny for himself.
Antonio believes Mirabel, he really does, but a rat that takes your tooth home and gives you money in return also kinda sounds too good to be true.
Well, El Raton Perez will probably bring Antonio candy, since money has long since lost its value here in the Encanto. But even better! The old coins Abuela sometimes gives Antonio so he can play with them are nice to look at and they make funny noises when you shake them in your fist, but Antonio usually gets bored of them rather quickly.
Candy is much better.
"Some think El Raton Perez is a mouse and some think he's a rat." Mirabel had told him just that afternoon. "I think it's a rat here in Encanto. We have a lot of rats, don't you think?"
While Antonio had believed her, he'd thought that she may have been… what does his Papi always call it? Bamboozled. Tricked.
Mira is the best, but she always thinks the best of everyone else as well. If someone had told her a lie about El Raton Perez, she would have believed them. She is not as mature as Antonio, with his four and a half years. That's why he has to look out for her. Like a big boy!
But she was telling the truth! There is definitely a rat under his bed.
The room is dark and he is alone in the nursery. Tia Julieta has forced Mira to have a sleepover with Isabela and Luisa to "strengthen their sisterly bonds.".
Whatever that means, Mira hadn't seemed too happy about it, which is weird. Antonio loves his monthly sleepovers with Camilo. His older brother always declares that they will stay up all night, only to be the first one to fall asleep every time. It's always really funny.
Antonio has no problems sleeping alone from time to time. Casita always watches over them, so there is nothing to be afraid of. But no matter his initial excitement about El Raton Perez, the scratching and squeaking from under his bed are a bit scary in the dark.
He wants to see Senor Perez, but at the same time he kinda wishes the rat would hurry up and leave.
Suddenly there is a weird sound outside his room. Some kind of hissing sound. Antonio bites his lips and pulls the cover higher up so only his eyes peek out. He wonders if he should call out for his Mama, when Casita opens his door a little.
The hissing, which Antonio now realizes hadn't actually been hissing, but a voice going "psst psst psst" immediately stops.
"He's in there, Casita?"
Antonio doesn't recognize the voice, but Casita swings his door a little as if she's nodding. Whoever it is, Casita knows him. Antonio immediately relaxes. Casita loves them a lot. She would never let any harm come to them.
"Miercoles." The voice mutters. After a short pause, someone creeps into the room. It's a man wearing a ruana with the hood up. Antonio can't see his face, only the mouth, which is pressed into a thin, displeased line. The stranger peeks at Mira's bed and then turns to Antonio's side of the room. The little boy closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. After a few seconds, Antonio can hear the man kneel down on the floor. He reopens his eyes into slits and observes the man pressing his cheek against the floor to peer under Antonio's bed. He looks kinda small and scrawny and Casita still doesn't ring any alarms, so he must be okay.
Antonio sits up silently and leans over the side of his bed to get a better look. The man doesn't notice.
"Pssst. Perry." The man whispers. "Bad rat, get out of there! I told you guys a million times that you are not allowed in the kids rooms."
A big, grey rat shimmies out from under Antonio's bed. The man sits up and the rat jumps on his lap. He is frowning down at it and pokes it in the side. Antonio's curious eyes still go unnoticed.
"No cheese for you for a week, young man."
The rat squeaks sadly and Antonio can't take it anymore.
"Oh, please no! He only wanted my tooth."
The man almost jumps out of his skin. He scrambles backwards, still sitting on the floor, limbs flying everywhere. It looks so funny and Antonio can't help but giggle when the man bumps into the dresser and hits his head on it with a quiet "Ay!"
Mama would scold him for laughing, but Mama is not here.
The man clutches his heart and his breathing sounds ragged. "Dios Mio! Don't do that!"
"Sorry."
The hood is still obscuring the face, but Antonio can't help but think that something about the stranger looks familiar.
"Who are you?"
The man freezes. Mira always praises him for his instincts and empathy. Antonio thinks that the man looks scared.
"I… Uhm…"
The rat squeaks again. It had held on to the ruana during the man's mad backwards scramble and is now climbing onto a narrow shoulder. Antonio looks at it, then at the man, then back at the rat.
"Oh! Are you El Raton Perez's helper?" Mira hadn't said anything about a helper, but who else could the man be?
"Am I… Huh?"
"His helper!" Antonio pulls the tooth out from under his pillow and shows it off. "My tooth fell out. El Raton Perez came to get it."
The man slowly stands up. He hunches in on himself and steps closer to Antonio's bed. Maybe Antonio should feel intimidated by a stranger standing over him in the middle of the night, but the man is so careful, so hesitant. He supports the rat very tenderly while he walks and strokes a single finger over its little head. Something about the man makes Antonio trust him immediately.
"Your first tooth already? Time flies, huh?" He sounds wistful and sad as he stares at the tooth in Antonio's palm. Antonio didn't mean to make him sad.
But then the man seems to shake himself out of his sad mood and puts his hands on his hips. "But uhm, yeah! Exactly. I'm El Raton Perez's little helper. Good job figuring that out, Antonio."
The little boy gasps. "You know my name?"
"Oh well, of course. I.. I am his helper. I need to know our clients."
"But why does he need a helper?"
"He is very small. He can't open doors very well on his own. And someone needs to carry the teeth for him."
"Oh…that makes sense." Antonio holds out his own tooth. "Here!"
The man holds up his hands and shakes his head. "Oh no, I can't."
"But that's why you are here."
"I… darn it." He slaps his own forehead. The hood shifts a little and just for a second Antonio can see green, kind eyes, before nervous hands pull it back down again. "I forgot the candy. Sorry."
Antonio lowers his hand. He is a big boy. He is not gonna cry. "So I get no candy?"
"I'm sure you will. Later? Probably?"
He will not cry, he will not cry, he will not cry.
"Hey hey hey." The man sounds like he is about to cry himself, which makes Antonio feel a bit better about his own childish sniffles. He gingerly sits down on Antonio's bed. For a second it looks like he wants to hug the boy, but then he just hugs himself. "Don't cry, Tonito. You'll get your candy. Just later. How about… how about you hold on to that tooth for now and I… I will tell you a story instead. To tide you over?"
Antonio perks up immediately. He loves stories. Almost as much as candy. "You will?"
"Sure kid. A short one, okay?" Perez's helper wrings his hands and looks towards the door. "Casita, you will warn me if someone-" He shoots Antonio a quick look. "You will warn me when it's time to go, right?"
Casita waves soundlessly with the door.
"Alright. Lay back, Tonito. There, that's good. Have you ever heard the story of the princess and the frog?"
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Antonio falls asleep to the sound of a rumbling voice talking about adventure and love. Perez's helper is a very good storyteller. He makes different voices and he uses El Raton Perez himself to act out some scenes. He even allows Antonio to pet the rat.
Just before he's completely asleep, Antonio thinks he feels the man pull up the blanket and tuck him in. Just like Mama and Papa always do.
And then he's gone.
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The next morning his tooth is gone and in its place is a piece of candy. It's nice, but the story was even better.
When he tells his Mama and Papa about Perez's helper, the two of them exchange that weird, grown up look they get sometimes, indulgent and amused. They praise his colorful imagination.
"But my tooth is gone. He must have come back later!"
And again that weird, amused, look. Like they know something he doesn't.
He is in a bad mood, because no one will listen to him, until Dolores finds him in the garden and hugs him tight so she can whisper into his ears.
"Perez's Helper is a secret, hermanito. The adults can't know."
"You know about him too?"
"Sure I do. How did you like the story about the princess and the frog? That was always my favorite."
"I loved it!" Antonio cheers. He grows somber really quick though. "I wanted to hear more. Do you think he will tell me another one when I lose my next tooth?"
"Who knows." For some reason, Dolores looks towards Tio Bruno's tower, the one Antonio is not allowed near. "If we are lucky, you won't even have to wait that long for a new story."
Antonio is not quite sure what she means, but he hopes she is right.
He already misses El Raton Perez and his helper.
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I'll probably upload this to ao3 next week. Will let you know when that happens
#This turned a little angsty#But still 90% fluff and I'm very proud of that#bruno madrigal#encanto#encanto fanfic#bruno my beloved#Bruno madrigal is a good tio#antonio madrigal#Bruno madrigal and Antonio madrigal#dolores madrigal#El raton perez
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Here's something angsty for you (again)
Preemie baby Mirabel dies. She cought a disease and being a preemie and weaker than other children her age poor baby succumbs to the sickness and passed away. She died at maybe 6-7 months old. Bonus angst points if she died in her mothers arms. Yeah...Juli might take a while to recover from that. But hey you are an expert in messing with Julieta's sanity so....what do you think?
.............. I hate you– anyWAY– YOU MADE ME DO IT AND NOW, LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!
you try to stop it tumbling
cw: infant death
Mirabel is a small baby. She is a sickly baby. She is a weak baby that constantly needs her mamá near.
But Mirabel is also a very happy baby. She is the reason there's so much happiness in their Casita. She's the apple of her Abuela's eye, she's her mother's precious light.
Julieta knows her youngest daughter has it hard. She lost count of how many times Mirabel was sick - whether it was just a cold, cough, fever or the flu. She's so young, barely seven months old, not even walking yet, and she has been through more than any of her sisters or cousins at this age.
She's smaller than other babies her age. Her every milestone happens later than Camilo's, and when Julieta compares their development – having in mind they're two months apart, but the thing with Julieta was: she always kept a record of every Madrigal kid's development, something that was a small obsession connected to the nature of her gift, probably – she can't help but worry.
Mirabel hasn't started teething yet. She has just learned how to sit without toppling over, and she's in love with her toys - that is, when she has the energy to play.
That's what worries Julieta the most. The lack of energy, even when her appetite is great - it nearly rivals Camilo's infinite hunger. Yet despite eating so much, she looks more like a 5-month-old and often is very sleepy.
And when Mirabel is sleepy, she's also very clingy and loves to cuddle, so Julieta keeps her close, most of the time. Mirabel loves to nap against her chest, always resting her head full of dark, short curly hair over Julieta's heart, finding its beating calming.
At times like those, Julieta finds it in herself to smile. To bow her head and kiss Mirabel's soft hair, stroke her back, hold her tiny hand and feel like her small fingers clench around her bigger ones.
At times like those, she feels everything would be alright.
All hopes fade away one evening when Julieta is cooking dinner with Mirabel sleeping against her chest, her breathing uneven and raspy because she has a cold again. Bruno bursts into the kitchen, out of breath and panting, and she looks at him in concern.
"Bruno–" she stops when he walks closer and she sees that his face is wet. He's crying, she realises, and her heart starts beating faster. She can't remember the last time she saw him crying. "What happened?"
Bruno's wide hazel eyes flicker to Mirabel resting in her arms, then back to her, and she sees the trembling of his hands. She has a growing suspicion because he's so easy to read sometimes, and she doesn't like what her mind is telling her, but she's waiting for his answer.
A few seconds pass, and Bruno still doesn't say anything. Finally, he reaches with his hands under his ruana and pulls out a glimmering slab of emerald glass. Julieta knows she's shaking her head even before she sees the picture engraved in it.
"Lo siento, Juli," Bruno whispers and lays the glass on the counter. "I didn't mean to– I'm so sorry."
He's babbling but she doesn't listen. She looks down and before her mind can grasp what she's seeing, her arms hug her daughter closer - closer to her body, closer to her beating heart, as if she can keep the girl safe and sound this way.
On the glass, she sees herself. She sees herself crying and screaming, with tears flowing down her face, with a small, limp body in her arms.
She's sobbing, she knows. Bruno's saying something, Mirabel stirs against her and she feels two small fists tightening on her blouse, then there's a sound of thunder, two babies start crying at one, and she feels someone's arms around her but all she can do is staring at the picture of herself with Mirabel's dead body in her arms.
The image haunts her for days.
Every cough, every sneeze, every rejection of food from Mirabel – all these things are fueling her paranoia and her fear.
Members of their family try to reason with her. Bruno hasn't spoken with her since the day he gave her vision, Agustín soothes her that Bruno's visions aren't set in stone, Mamá assures her that her healing food would help Mirabel if something happens, her girls try to make her and Mirabel smile on every occasion and Pepa tries to distract her, though there's a small grey cloud following her ever since she too saw their brother's vision.
Two weeks pass and Julieta finally let herself calm down a little. Mirabel is fine, though she started teething and it makes her feverish and grumpy, but Julieta can deal with that. She managed with her other daughters and she knows the best method that would surely work for Mirabel.
But then, one day, Mirabel's fever goes worse.
Julieta notices it when she wakes up in the morning on her own, instead of being woken up by Mirabel as has been a norm for many weeks now. She walks over to her youngest's bed and reaches out to her, and she almost gasps at how warm Mirabel is.
She immediately rushes to get damp towels to lower the temperature, she takes all steps she needs to make her daughter feel better. Her mamá and sister come into the room not that much later and try to calm her down.
"You had been so miserable when you were teething, mija," mamá says, sending Julieta a fond look. "Feverish, grumpy, less active. I was worried you caught something but it eventually passed. Mirabel must have taken after you."
But Julieta only sniffs, biting back a sob that threatens to escape her throat. She knows there are tears in her eyes but she can't help it, she's worried. She remembers Bruno's vision–
"She doesn't want to eat. She woke up for a few minutes and came back to sleep," she complains, hugging Mirabel closer to her chest. "I don't know what to do."
"Let her rest. She has a fever, she needs it."
"But I need to feed her. She hasn't eaten since around midnight and it's almost ten–"
"Give her another hour or two," Pepa says softly, though her cloud is still hovering over her head - a clear sign she's no less worried than Julieta. "I bet she'll feel better then."
Julieta nods with great reluctance. She doesn't like it at all, but what more she can do?
Two hours pass quickly. Julieta is in the kitchen and Agustín keeps her company when she's preparing dinner. He holds their daughter on his lap. Mirabel is awake but her head rests heavily against her father's chest.
The sight both brings Julieta relief and makes her extremely anxious.
She managed to feed Mirabel a little. She ate for only five minutes but it's better than nothing, and now her youngest's tired brown eyes follow the plushie butterfly's movement as Agustín tries to have her attention to playing.
But Mirabel doesn't make any grabby hands as she always would. She just sits there and stares, coughing weakly once in a while or whimpering when someone brushes their fingers over her forehead that is still too warm to Julieta's liking.
But she ate... It must be good, right? It means she'll get better very soon, won't she? Pepa said so, Agustín said so, her mamá said so - they must be right.
So she returns to cooking, glancing constantly at her daughter and husband, letting calm herself down by the soft tone of voice Agustín has reserved for their daughters. It makes her smile. She loves to watch him with their girls. He's such a good dad.
"Hey, Miraboo," he says quietly. "Fight this fever because you're giving your Mami grey hairs and you know that's a sore subject for her."
Julieta groans and glares at him. But her exasperation quickly melts when she spots the smallest smile on Mirabel's lips. She hopes it's a good sign.
There's a problem.
Julieta has never been a particularly lucky person, and so in the evening, Mirabel's fever gets even worse. She's fallen asleep rejecting any attempts at feeding her, her breathing is raspy and uneven, and no one knows how to help her.
Julieta is barely functioning overcome with worry, and Agustín is no better, though he hides it well. But she knows him, and she knows he's just as scared.
The kids were put to beds, it's almost ten in the evening, and Julieta sits in the living area with Mirabel on her lap pressed against her, and the adults are talking quietly, trying to distract her.
It doesn't work.
Mirabel's breathing unsettles her and she denied putting her in her crib, insisting on holding her tight. There's a dread in the back of her mind. Bruno's vision is there whenever she closes her eyes. It seems the picture is imprinted onto her eyelids and it doesn't want to go away.
She wants to believe Mirabel will get better tomorrow. She might have been born too early, but she is a fighter. She's lived for seven months, developing a little slower but thriving, being of weak health but of a great personality.
"Te amo, mariposita," Julieta bows her head to kiss Mirabel's locks. "Get better for mamá, hm?"
There's no answer and Julieta didn't expect any. She sighs and rests her head on Agustín's shoulder, her hand drawing circles on Mirabel's back.
She's tired. She wants to sleep but she can't, not when her baby is unwell. But she lets herself close her eyes, trusting it would be just enough to rest a little.
But then–
Then Mirabel's breathing becomes louder. It almost sounds like she's about to cough and Julieta sits straight, looking down at her. "Mirabel?" she asks quietly, rubbing her back, then patting it very lightly to help her cough.
But no cough comes out.
Soon the loud breathing turns into wheezing. This sound gives her shivers and she pulls the girl back, supporting her back, her concern growing. Mirabel's little lips are parted, but her eyes are still closed and the breaths she's emitting sound awful. She has never heard something like that.
"Mira?" she touches her chubby cheek, and then rubs her chest. "Mi amor, wake up!"
The conversation in the room stops but Julieta couldn't care less about it. Her focus is on her daughter only, on her weird breathing, on the unsettling sounds she makes, on the uneven movements of her chest and on the fact she's not waking up.
A few wheezes later and Julieta finally realizes that–
"She can't breathe," she croaks out, then her voice becomes a worried shriek. "Mamá, she can't breathe!"
There's a commotion. Agustín stiffens beside her and she feels his arm on her waist, a low thunder rumbles over their heads and mamá hurries over to where they're sitting. She crouches down in front of them and reaches with her hand to Mirabel's back, rubbing it vigorously.
"Breathe, mi vida," she says, and Julieta can say for the first time that Alma sounds terrified. "Ay Mirabel, breathe, niña, por favor."
But it doesn't work.
Rubbing her back, rubbing her chest - it all doesn't work.
Mirabel's lips turn an unhealthy shade of purplish-blue and Julieta feels like she's dying inside. "Corazón, please, breathe. Breathe for mamá. Breathe for mamá!"
Nothing, only weak wheezes.
"She can't breathe, mamá!" Julieta wails, and her hands tremble. "Mamá, help her! Mamá! She can't breathe–"
Alma looks up at her, utterly terrified but Julieta can't see her through the tears that gathered in her eyes. Everything is blurry. Her baby is suffocating in her arms and she's frozen, she doesn't know what to do, she–
"¡Dios mío!" her mamá chokes out, and her voice is raspy, weak. "Mirabel..."
There's silence.
No coughs, no wheezing, no pats on the back. Nothing.
Julieta looks down. Mirabel doesn't make any sound. Her chest doesn't rise nor fall. Her arms, kept on her stomach just a moment before, now fall down by her sides limply.
"No," she says, and her breathing picks up, her ears ringing. "Mirabel. Mi vida. Wake up. Wake up for mamá. Mi amor..."
But she doesn't.
Julieta shakes her small body and rubs her chest, pleading her to wake up, calling her all cute names, touching her small hands, waiting–
But Mirabel doesn't move. Her lips are purple, her body is limp, and when Julieta runs her hand over her small chest, she can't feel her baby's heartbeat.
"No!" she sobs and brings the unmoving body to her arms, hugging her close, rocking them both. "Mi bebé! Mi bebé, mi bebé, mi bebé..."
The heavy rain suddenly falls all over them, Pepa is sobbing as well and Agustín holds them both, crying into her hair.
And Julieta... She's sitting there with her dead baby in her arms, shaking and wailing.
Just like in Bruno's vision.
#wiktoria's fanfiction corner#encanto#encanto fanfic#julieta madrigal#mirabel madrigal#agustin madrigal#alma madrigal#pepa madrigal#bruno madrigal#julieta and mirabel#alma and julieta#julieta and bruno#julieta x agustin#angst#character death#cw child death#dead mirabel madrigal#my fanfic#dead baby mirabel au
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If you are still taking prompts, I would like a story in wich Camilo has a nightmare about Casita's fall in wich Casita didn't save Mirabel and confide in his parents about it, please. Sorry for my English, i'm French.
Sure thing!
Camilo wasn't the only one to have nightmares about it. They all had at one point or another.
That didn't make him feel much better. He wished the stupid nightmares would just go away. Mirabel was fine, Casita saved her. Casita saved all of them.
But for three nights in a row now, Camilo dreamed that Casita hadn't saved Mirabel. In his dreams, she died. First she fell while trying to reach the candle. Then she was crushed. Then she fell through a giant crack in the floor.
He hated it. He woke up shaking every time, unable to get back to sleep.
That was how he knew everyone else had those dreams: he lay there, huddled under the blankets in the church hall, listening to Tia Julieta and Mirabel whispering together. He heard Luisa muffling her sobs and Tio Agustín soothed her; he watched as Tia Julieta and Isabela slipped away to the church's kitchen to talk. They all woke up to poor Antonio screaming.
Camilo saw Tio Bruno wake up gasping and sneak out of the church, slipping back inside minutes or hours later, quiet as a mouse. He saw Dolores tossing and turning, and Abuela quietly checking on Mirabel every night.
He saw Julieta and Agustín cling to each other. He saw his Mamá pace up and down, going through her breathing exercises. He listened to his Papá quietly console her, until his own voice shook and they were both crying.
So he knew. He was quite sure they all knew, one way or another.
Which was partially why he went to his parents the third night it happened. That, and he'd always felt safe with them. Camilo knew he could trust them. Other kids could tease him for being a Mamí's Boy all they wanted, at least Camilo knew that Pepa would always be there for him.
Their family was a mess. Each and every individual was a complete wreck. As wrecked as poor Casita.
And maybe that included Camilo right now.
And maybe, just maybe, Mirabel was right: they could fix it. All of it.
So long as they worked together this time.
Camilo gently shook Pepa awake, exhaustion waying him down.
"Mijo?" She sat up so quickly that Félix jerked awake with a snort, blinking rapidly. "Cami, what's wrong?"
It all came flooding out.
"I keep dreaming of Casita collapsing," he whispered, voice breaking. "I- I keep seeing Mira die, and...And..." He couldn't get the words out. It felt like he was being choked.
Warm arms wrapped around him: Pepa and Félix both. Camilo felt safe enough to finally cry, letting all the fear out.
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Do you mind sharing your interpretation of the rest of the family discovering of the webslingers identity or how it plays out if you mind???
Btw lovee theseee their so interesting and fun❤️
I don’t mind at all, I love these too 😁
So sorry this answer took so long. I’m glad you enjoy them, I enjoy these as well.
Here is the scenario I imagined. Btw, prepare for angst;
Camilo is eighteen when a bad guy from his past had returned, and they wanted to hit The Webslinger where it really hurt.
When Camilo was walking home from a theater audition, his Dad called in a panic. Pepa had been kidnapped from her job at the weather station.
Immediately, the Webslinger rushed into action. Racing after the villain to a secluded warehouse at the edge of town.
It all happened so fast; One moment, Camilo was facing off the villain…. The next thing he knew, the building was collapsing and his mother was still inside.
Camilo raced as fast as he could to save his mother, but he was just a second too late.
After pulling her out of the ruins, Camilo rushed her to the nearest hospital. Pepa had broken bones, a concussion, collapsed lung, etc. By the time the rest of the Madrigals showed up, Pepa had been patched up but was in a deep coma.
With no guarantee of when (or if) she would ever wake up.
Days had passed, the Madrigals were all in shock, they just couldn’t understand how or why this happened.
Meanwhile, Camilo barely left his room, thinking over how if his mother dies, it would be all his fault.
One night, it all hit the fan.
Felix had gone into his son's room to comfort him, only to find Camilo packing all his belongings into a bag. Camilo didn’t stop, not even when his Dad was trying to get answers to where Camilo planned on going.
All Camilo said, without looking his Dad in the eyes, was that he was leaving, for good.
When Camilo tries to storm out, Felix followed him, trying to get him to come back, to sit down, to just talk about it. But Camilo just shakes his head and raced away.
Obviously, this caught the rest of the Madrigals attention, and they followed the quarreling father and son out of the front yard.
Finally, Camilo hits his breaking point. He screams; “None of this would’ve happened if I had never been bitten by that stupid spider! She’d be home right now if I wasn’t so stupid! If I wasn’t the Webslinger!”
Of course, the Madrigals are shocked. At first, they thought it was the grief talking. But one looks in Camilos face, and they knew he was telling the truth
How have they not noticed that one of their own was the infamous spider vigilante?
Finally, Camilo breaks down. He falls to his knees, crying with grief and anger.
There’s silence, until, Abuela steps up to the fallen boy. Camilo thinks she’s mad they hid this from her.
But she says; they’ll figure out a way forward, as a family.
#Anonymous Ask#Answered Ask#Adventures of the Spider-Madrigals#Camilo Madrigal#Pepa Madrigal#Felix Madrigal#The Family Madrigal#Encanto#Encanto AU
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so let me tell y’all what happened lol 😋
okay so quick recap if you remember last time I went it was tuesday and that’s when me and me and camilo got into a fight at mirabel’s birthday party lmao BUT, IT WAS WEDNESDAY, NOW IF YOU REMEMBER CAMILO WANTED THIS TO BE “our day” segun el
so like I woke up to the man himself shaking me awake that was the scariest shit thats ever happened to me it was like a jump scare when I opened my eyes
I sleep like a log sometimes so I didn’t hear him like come in or anything he was saying like “wakeupwakeupwakeup” which is really annoying of him but whatever
so my eyes are now open and my fucking soul let my body for a second then I told him to get his ass out and I started throwing things on my night stand at him so he like ran out and then said sorry when he made it out
so now that I’m alone I’m thinking which encanto dr is this (since yk we have the first one and the other one) but I had to slap my face a few times to test if I was dreaming or not
so I got dressed and all and I went downstairs and said my hellos to everyone and hugged them bc yk I missed my homies
so since it was breakfast I was helping cut strawberries with dolores and luisa, and I like asked them what day it is and then dolores told me it was wednesday and then said “good luck” to me and walked away so now I’m just standing there like 🧍🏻♀️
but then I heard a knock on the door and it’s mariano’s family so now I’m like happy to see them so I wave and stuff but then that didn’t last long because valentina and her family where behind them 👎🏼
now me and camilo, we’re cool yk it’s awkward as hell but like I don’t have anything against him anymore it’s just HER she’s so mean and for what
so I’m continuing to cut the strawberries with luisa and she told me that she didn’t like her either HA but anyways
i don’t care if her and camilo date as long as she keeps her ass far away from the chair that says my name on it BUT NOOOOOO
when me and luisa got done we had the bowls of strawberries in our hands and I WATCHED her sit on my chair
but casita is not one to take this stuff lightly either so next thing I own the tiles under her are moving and casita THROWS her off
SO NOW ALL OF US ARE LIKE 😦
BUT THEN VALENTINA’S MOM LOOKS AT ME AND SHES LIKE “you did that”
like no lol but she got what she deserved
so I’m like telling her no I can’t control what casita does BUT THIS WOMAN DOESNT LISTEN TO ME
and then she goes on about how I always envied her daughter and whatever 😭
but what REALLLYYY caught me by surprise was when she brought up me not having like parents
WHICH IS REALLY FUNNY OUT OF CONTEXT
but she said it like under her breath so the rest of us didn’t hear it but dolores did
so now dolores is mad
and she said something like “qué dijiste”
NOW IM JUST IN SHOCK LIKE I DONT KNOW WHAT HAPPENING
so the rest of us are confused but then pepa asked her what she was talking about but apparently she said “ella no tiene el amor de su madre para que no se porte mal”
and julieta took it more personally then I did I don’t remember exactly what she said but it was like “creo que preferiría no tener una madre que tener una madre como tú”
so now valentina’s mom is angry
but like she didn’t get the chance to say anything because abuela told her to leave
and then casita opened the doors for them ay ay
but I’m just like looking at my baby maria poor girl looked like she was gonna cry :(
but they were taking too long for casitas liking so casita throws them out and is only gentle with their dad and maria
so then casita slams the door and after that it is DEAD silent and everyone was looking at me and I didn’t know what to do 😭
I just walked out of there but I took a strawberry with me because those are really good
I wasn’t like sad or anything I was just overwhelmed and my head hurt
but anyways
slay points
valentina’s mom casita julieta dolores
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Stray AU | An Innocent set of Glasses P4
Bruno stayed hidden in the foliage behind the treeline but despite the loss of his gift, the few second glimpses lingered behind his eyes with a sense of fresh hope but he felt paralyzed to hide than to risk going to Pepa and Julieta now the dust had settled and everyone was accounted for and he could see everyone was safe.
People in town had come up to investigate and Señora Rojas had seated herself next to Julieta; both Luisa and Isabela by their sides though Julieta looked inconsolable between her two daughters. Mirabel stood back from it all, almost awkwardly and uncertainly on what she should do…
Antonio was crying into Camilo’s chest; most likely to the house and loss of their gifts; too young to understand what had happened in regards to his only sister and Tio. Their father tending to Pepa as well and without the clouds raining, it was somewhat odd to see her crying without it.
Things died down as Abuela made arrangements to stay at the church before the family began to move for shelter but he watched as everyone moved past her and onwards… out of sight. Before Abuela let out a shaking breath and plucked something from the wreckage before she carried on with her head held high as usual. His gut didn’t feel right just watching her go alone so he followed along but instead of heading to the church, she just…carried onwards.
The trees made it hard to navigate and he had lost sight of her when passing through the mountain split. Bruno was sure a horse would get him through quicker. He let out a breath of relief to see his mother very well, sitting beside the river like it was a pleasant picnic spot. He couldn’t see her face but he could tell she had been crying with how she gripped her dress skirt and her uneven breaths. Whatever she had was hugged to her chest with how lent-wards she was.
Bruno wanted her to go back into Encanto and rest… he wanted to go get someone to go that but…he found himself unable to move to do so.
His fingers itched for him to knock on wood but doing so would draw the attention to him which was the last thing he truly wanted, but he settled to throw salt first before he decided to hell with it and step forwards from the treeline. Despite everything she had done, she was still his Mama…
Bruno’s steps got a little more hesitant. Should he call out to her or just sit next to her?
“Mama?” His voice felt weak, even to his ears but it carried enough.
Abuela’s posture stiffened and she was quick to wipe her eyes before her guard was right up but she didn’t turn.
“Leave me alone.”
Bruno swallowed but the shake to the authority in her tone was clear enough that Bruno felt leaving would be a bad idea. He pushed himself to move, the grass tickling at his feet around his sandals before he sat at the distant edge of her rock she was on.
“You should come back,” he spoke softly, “They’re mad and…upset but you shouldn’t leave...if that’s what you’re thinking of doing.”
Abuela’s head turned sharply to him in astonishment. “Bruno?”
Of course, that was what she chose to focus on but he gave her a sheepish look, fiddling with the edge of his ruana awkwardly. “Hola, Mama.”
To his surprise she dropped what she was holding and quite suddenly pulled him into a hug. Bruno blinked stiffly before…he found himself hugging her back; a rush of warm of a hug flooding through him... she still smelt the same… why did that surprise him?
“Brunito…” Mama spoke, letting out a sigh of relief. “You came back...” She pulled back, her hands remaining on his shoulders. “You came back.”
Bruno nodded, “I had to…” he wanted to say he never left but that would open the conversation away from her and…this. “I…I’m sorry I left the family…but I had to.”
Abuela’s eyes flickered down to the floor, where he noticed the green tablet; cracked and damaged from the collapse but…very much relevant.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She croaked out softly, breaking the silence that had relapsed between them. “I…I needed to know.”
“I couldn’t… if Pepa and Julieta knew what happened back then, Camilo and Mirabel wouldn’t have been born at term… grief can be dangerous for unborn babies… and if that happened, then the family would have broken far sooner.”
Abuela’s breath held for a moment, “Not after they were born? You…had all the time to say something…anything.”
Bruno let out a bitter laugh, “why didn’t you?”
That wiped the look from his mother’s face quickly, her head turned away back towards the lake and Bruno felt a little bad. But… he didn’t hold onto that for long. He wasn’t going to drag his mother for this but she needed that splash of cold water to see more clearly, but he wasn’t to let her drown in it either. That would do no one any good.
“What…did you think happened? What was your plan? I can’t…understand it because he was a good man…he loved his wife...his daughters. Why wasn’t he enough?” Bruno wanted to continue, because Agustín had been a good soul, someone he could interact well with without any expectation. Bruno knew his memories were sound; he had tried so hard.
Abuela shook her head. “I…thought he had planned to go down to the quietest part of downtown… there’s an area of people that don’t tend to accept magical help. Madrigals don’t venture down there unless we have to. There are…spare rooms there.”
“You still thought he was in Encanto when you lot thought he took Dolores?” Bruno could vaguely remember hearing Abuela’s stuttering at dinner but he wasn’t going to let her know that.
“No.” Abuela shook her head. “I knew… that he had left Encanto if he took Dolores. No one would stay and even the down-town people would sell him out if he tried.”
“Mama, you saw him leave, didn’t you? You knew he didn’t take Dolores.”
“I thought he may have convinced her to leave after him. She was a too-trusting girl” Abuela let out a shaky breath. “I thought he…kidnapped her to spite me. Other people came to the assumption… and I didn’t refute it. Even you told us that much, Bruno.”
“I said they were together and out of Encanto. You lot made your assumptions.” Bruno exhaled out deeply.
Abuela’s head bowed down towards the vision on the river’s edge. “Like that really matters now. I still got them both killed.” Her voice broke on the last word.
Bruno awkwardly sat but patted her shoulder, not really sure if this was right but doing nothing felt worse. “It’ll be dark soon. We should go to the rest of the family.” He hopped to his feet.
“I know.” But she didn’t get up.
“Mama… you know they’re going to worry. Just because they’re mad and raging at you now, it doesn’t mean you should keep your distance like this…or do something stupid. It won’t make things better…they don’t need that guilt either.”
Abuela exhaled deeply before she picked up the vision and rose to her feet. “Lead the way, Bruno.”
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Pepa’s face remained buried into her husband’s chest, lazily dozing and she felt the weight behind her eyes, even when they were closed but she couldn’t sleep.. Even as she had Antonio in her arms, Camilo sprawled beside Felix on their makeshift mattress… She was missing someone and it ached that she’d never get to be here. Her little girl. Gone forever.
Hating Agustín had been easy. It was logical and satisfying to put her grief into something. She had wanted people to hate him as much as she did. To hate the man that stole her child.
But he never had.
Which made her feel worse.
Pepa’s eyes opened to the darkness, turning her gaze towards Julieta’s side of the family. Luisa and Isabela were curled up together, Mirabel looked to be squidged onto her mother’s side beside them, snoring softly though she couldn’t see her sister’s face.
She knew where to start, at least in her own apologies. Julieta deserved that.
Carefully, Pepa slipped from her husband’s hand, slipping Antonio into his grasp when he stirred but didn’t fully wake before he pulled their boy in tighter and she was free, stepping carefully into her sandals and padded over to Julieta.
Julieta’s eyes flickered open, her eyes looked red and puffy and unsurprisingly awake.
“Can…can we talk?” Pepa whispered.
Julieta looked down to Mirabel’s arms around her before nodding and carefully navigated a pillow into the girl’s arms to get her to release her grip and soon enough, Julieta was free and they both padded from the charge out to the cool night with a church lantern Pepa though found Julieta leading them away, up to the wreckage of their home.
Their home that… had started to be cleared out. Talks of rebuilding had started but Pepa hadn’t cared back then; too busy grieving her loss. Her lungs filled with the cool air before Julieta took a seat on what used to be a wall, reduced down to knee height. Pepa followed suit and for a moment, it was just the two of them in the rubble.
How poetic.
“I’m sorry.” Pepa spoke first, “I…blamed Agustín for a lot…I thought he took her. It was…wrong of me to have jumped to that conclusion.”
Julieta twirled the candle softly around its base and said nothing but a soft nod which left Pepa feeling worried about… this. She didn’t know how to handle this now she had said her peace; she had fully expected Julieta to accept her apology and they could become sisters again… did Julieta not want that?
“How…are the girls?”
Julieta swallowed thickly. “Luisa and…Mirabel don’t remember him, one for obvious reasons. Isabela’s…taken it the hardest.” She sniffled softly, wiping her nose on the back of her sleeve. “She…as close to them both.”
Pepa’s eyes closed as that hit a close nerve. Of course… Isabela and Dolores had been together since the start. Only three and a half weeks apart but they had grown up together up until that night. Why hadn’t she…considered that impact? Isabela had been very helpful when Camilo was a baby and as a toddler. Camilo would have been the next child close in age in the house at that point.
“How’s…Camilo?”
Pepa exhaled out, shrugging. “Devastated. He grew up on those stories… it’ll take a while before he’ll adjust to...what actually happened.”
Julieta sighed out. “Antonio?”
“He doesn’t…understand. He’s upset because we’re upset.” It was hard to gage how he understood his lost sister; he grew up on the stories but… that was all they were for him. Stories and a decayed room. How could a child comprehend that? Camilo was been born into their raw loss; their need to keep him close so they wouldn’t lose him too. Antonio had a much looser grip. “He had…questions that have…a lot of emotional impact. I can’t answer them.”
Silence fell between them before Julieta moved from her place on the wall though Pepa watched her quietly as she did so, watching her nudge a few bits of debris before she stopped suddenly.
It was her change in posture that Pepa jumped to her feet, cracking her knee into a broken banister but she stopped too.
Among the mess, there was a lot of sand; no doubt in part of Bruno’s room. She had suspected the rooms collapsed in onto themselves and shrunk to fit the ‘real’ space where their furniture was shoved.
Bruno never had a lot of furniture but the glinting glowing green stood out in the dark, even under the sand.
Pepa wanted to pull Julieta away and get back to bed and there was a huge chance the visions weren’t even important. Bruno had a lot of visions in his life-time before he had hidden away (where, she hadn’t found out yet).
Julieta though set the lantern aside and began to move some of the rubble.
“Juli… we should go back to bed.” Pepa piped up.
“Then go.” Julieta replied stiffly. “I want to check… just in case.”
There was that hope again, despite the odds and evidence. Pepa’s eyes turned back towards the flickering lights of the church before sighing out and starting to help. Leaving Julieta out here alone would end badly. She didn’t want to leave her to do that.
For ten minutes, the two of the three triplets rummaged through, finding a few visions at a time until they had all they could reach and began to properly sort through the visions. Any of the town, she threw off to the side but there were a few of the family still.
Disappointingly, there was none newest but she found herself staring at the vision imprinted of Luisa’s birth, a vision made a week before her middle child was born; her husband at her side getting his hand crushed by her death grip when the contractions hit. Despite that pain, he looked happy.
How could he not, it was the last birth he saw of his daughters. Dead before he even knew about his next baby girl’s mere existence. Julieta’s fingers touched lightly over the vision, over his face sadly as she tried to push the tears away.
#stray au#encanto#encanto au#julieta madrigal#alma madrigal#bruno madrigal#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#dolores madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#mirabel madrigal#agustin madrigal#agustín madrigal
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Y'all be headcanoning Alma as homophobic as if this isn't how it goes every time someone comes out to her
#encanto#alma madrigal#abuela madrigal#camilo is shaking and crying and Abuela is just#'that's lovely and I'll call you whatever name and pronouns you want'#'but we are in the middle of the marketplace mi vida'#she's been experiencing crazy magic shit for 50 years#her son staring at men like he's never had a drink of water in his life is the least of her concerns rn
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Hello! Could you do a small scenario or hcs with camillo with a crush who's known to be kind of a "it" girl in a way (like shes very pretty, shes kind, and shes smart always getting great grades), But one day he sees her crying due to the fact that she gets alot of pressure from her parents to be 'perfect' ¡Gracias y que tenga un buen dia!
Estrella
In which Camilo Madrigal had been crushing on the town's estrella. And you, the town's estrella, is crushing on him. Though being the town's little star wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Sometimes stars flicker.
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‹𝟹 Isabela Madrigal isn’t the only ‘It’ girl in the little town of Encanto, You were one of them, at fifteen years old you have accomplished a lot more than the average kid your age.
‹𝟹 Never without a smile, you always managed to brighten up anyone’s days with just a simple ‘hello’ or ‘hi’
‹𝟹 At the top of the local school’s class on your age division and you were already aiming to be the top of the school in general. Material girl 😌✨💕
‹𝟹 Kindness and beauty go hand in hand and in your case? that cannot be more than true.
‹𝟹 You may as well be blessed by the gods as you, my dear, are beauty and grace but can and will definitely sock someone in the face.
‹𝟹 Suitors were already lining up at your doors, mothers and fathers flocked around you, speaking of their children in a positive light in hopes you'd be interested in them. Camilo was tempted to speak to his Abuela to put in a good word for him before deciding that no, he would make an effort himself!
‹𝟹 To say that you were adored was an understatement. If Isabela was the golden child, you were the town’s estrella, the town’s little star.
‹𝟹 You were also adored by Alma who always invited you to converse or walk with her during her daily walks around Encanto. She would even invite you to dinners.
‹𝟹 “Everything must be perfect, (Name). And you, my little estrella, should always be a good example to the young ones and people your age.” She would say.
‹𝟹 “Sí, Señora Madrigal.” You would say with a perfect practiced smile and she would shake her head. “Ay, mi estrella, call me Abuela.” She would insist. Something tells her you’re going to be calling her that someday, might as well start now.
‹𝟹 Surprisingly, you were Isabela’s friend. She treated you like a little sister would, albeit not quite like how she treats Mirabel. You were like her. And although she cannot lessen the pressure on you, she would be the shoulder you would cry on when everything was too much.
‹𝟹 You were also Mirabel’s best friend. She would see the parts of you that no one else could see and behind that perfection was just someone who wanted to be herself for once without people looking so intensely.
‹𝟹 This meant that you were more or less a face to see when one walks into Casita. You could have practically lived there.
‹𝟹 Long story short you were admired and loved because you were ‘perfect’.
‹𝟹 Though unbeknownst to you, you were more than adored by the villagers as the shapeshifter that was Camilo Madrigal, had also adored you. Maybe even more than that.
‹𝟹 When you would walk pass, he was mesmerized, his eyes following your figure with a stupid expression on his face.
‹𝟹 You had once smiled at him in the streets and murmured a quick ‘hello’ and he had immediately started shifting to the different citizens of Encanto as well as his family members before he had settled into a mismatched version of himself.
‹𝟹 You would blink before giggling which made him even more flustered, muttering a quick ‘Adiós!’ and rushing off, bumping into people clumsily.
‹𝟹 What did Camilo Madrigal see in you, you ask?
‹𝟹 Camilo Madrigal fell in love with your kindness. Although you may not remember it, after a particularly bad run-in with one of his pranks, instead of pointing fingers at him, you had taken the blame instead.
‹𝟹 When a dinner with the Madrigals had occurred, you would ask for seconds and suddenly on his plate there would be a few arepas or empanadas.
‹𝟹 He would look around before looking across the table and seeing you looking away, but not missing how your plate was now empty.
‹𝟹 He would continue to stare until you turn to him with the sweetest smile that had honestly rivaled his mamá’s sunny days. He choked on his arepas, turning into his papá, abuela, Isabela, then back to himself again. Yeah that was a common occurrence.
‹𝟹 Camilo Madrigal was absolutely in love with you.
‹𝟹 And yet he was convinced you didn’t even know him.
‹𝟹 Who was he lying to, of course you did. Though unlike him, it wasn’t love at first sight but rather, jealousy. You envied him to say the least. What must it be like to be free to act and do whatever without consequence? He can goof off, play pranks and tricks but you had to uphold that picture perfect image that your parents wanted you to have.
‹𝟹 But even as you had first felt jealousy when you first saw him, the days you’d bump into him or the dinners you’ve shared with the family, all you can think about was the curly haired boy whose ruana resembled the sun and you felt your cheeks warm up.
‹𝟹 And then you were smitten too. Carelessly tossed to the throes of love. And you convinced yourself that it wasn’t love.. not THAT kind of love. Puppy love maybe? A crush?
‹𝟹 Whatever the case is, you’re two dummies who are so into one another you’re painfully oblivious to each other’s feelings.
‹𝟹 Smart with math but stupid with love. You didn’t get it. You couldn’t get it, somehow.
‹𝟹 Maybe that would change.
‹𝟹 Even stars get a little dim in the night time. And you felt like a star flickering out of shine when you sneaked out of your room after a dinner with your parents who had insisted you needed to do better in your classes. Get extra points. Do whatever it takes to outdo everyone.
‹𝟹 You wanted to have a nice dinner, maybe even relax and not act so ‘perfect’ in your own home but they wouldn’t stop pestering about every little thing.
‹𝟹 Your posture, your hair, the way you would eat, the way you would sit, do this, do this but better and by the end of the dinner you were in no mood to eat anymore.
‹𝟹 You slipped out of your room, freezing and the candle in your hand flickering as you made your way into the peaceful streets of Encanto. You often did this, too many times you have run off in the night only to return in the morning where your parents were still asleep, oblivious as to how you were breaking under the pressure behind closed doors and you would rinse and repeat this routine every day.
‹𝟹 You made your way to the river. The very same one where the Madrigals had acquired their miracle.
‹𝟹 Oblivious to the shapeshifter that followed along after spotting you leaving town from the window of his room.
‹𝟹 Pulling your knees up to your chest as you started sobbing out your grief. The flowing river silenced your cries as you poured your heart out. You shouted your troubles, the pressure that threatened to break you, the things you had to uphold.
‹𝟹 After you were done with your breakdown, your throat was sore, and your eyes bloodshot with dried tear streaks on your cheeks, you gazed at the rushing rivers’ waters. Getting lost in the comforting noise that was the forest.
‹𝟹 You were getting cold however and before you knew it, a familiar ruana was gently placed on your shoulder and a figure sat beside you, gently pulling you into a warm embrace.
��𝟹 You had lifted your head up, eyes meeting Camilo’s who offered you a sheepish smile. And you had leaned into his warmth, shoulders shaking as you tried to explain yourself and he just shook his head.
‹𝟹 “You don’t need to say anything, mi estrella.” And you don’t. You let yourself be held by the boy with the ruena that resembled the sun.
was very tempted into making this a one shot. As you can see I got very carried away. I hope I did well for this request! Thank you for the anon requesting it! ¡Gracias y espero que les guste!
I hope I didn't butcher that, I don't have any translators except for google translate--
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More housebroken <//333
I FINALLY FINISHED IT ❗❗ I kept procrastinating but also. I wasn't feeling real good the other day but I'm fine now 🥱
Anyway just. Isabela finally losing it and then some art. You know. This is also a lot longer than I initially intended, but its fineeee
Also Antonio doesn't have any dialogue but there's a reason. He doesn't really speak English or Spanish. Like he can understand it, read it etc etc he just can't speak it that well cause he's still learning so. He don't got no actual dialogue, none that I wrote out.
Lee get it
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Isabela was awkwardly standing in front of a group of villagers, all of them asking for the same thing; flowers. She loved flowers, hence why her gift was what it was, but she liked other plants too.
Shifting, she yanked on the dress her Abuela had gotten her. Some white and...purple one. Frankly she thought it was ugly and would've rather wore the blue color splattered dress, but Abuela said that it was tattered and old---which was a lie, because Mirabel had given it to her on her 22nd birthday.
She turned her nose up at the grown adults older than her demanding dumb flowers. Her ears flickered under her hat as she stared at them with an unamused expression. A couple muttered, but she heard them loud and clear. How she wasn't 'perfect like she used to be'. When she was a child. When she played into her Abuela's hands.
Looking around she could see her siblings and primos being forced into stuff as well. Several villagers were trying to push Luisa into doing stuff. Dolores was hiding from the gossip groups and Camilo was trying to shake off the parents who were trying to dump their kids on the chameleon.
She huffed. The only ones missing were Mirabel and Antonio. She was sure Antonio was back at Casita, but she hadn't seen Mirabel in a while...
As she was reluctantly handing out flowers (like the ones she used to give out in her childhood), she heard someone calling her name. Turning, she was relieved to see Antonio, maybe he could pull her from this borefest. As he got closer she could see the distress on his face and her relief turned to worry.
He slammed into her legs, and there was tears in his eyes. "Antonio? What's wrong?" She asked in English, having not switched back to what they usually spoke in. Antonio started to explain the situation, and Isabela's anger slowly started to build up. "SHE DID WHAT?!" Isabela suddenly screamed, startling those surrounding her.
She immediately stormed off, Antonio hurrying after her. The other three in town seemed to take notice to the sudden change in her mood and followed after. They hadn't seen Isabela this mad in years. Sure she had gotten irritated, but she had always tried to keep her cool, especially in front of the younger three.
Isabela was fuming. Never, NEVER had she thought that her grandmother would take it this far. But she would draw the line here. She tolerated that senile old woman long enough. She couldn't put up with it anymore.
"ABUELA!" Isabela yelled, throwing open Casita's doors. She marched into the house, looking around for her grandmother. She could hear the others coming into the house, confused. Antonio was crying as Dolores picked him up, explaining what happened. Isabela's head turned towards the nursery, where the door suddenly was thrown open, and an almost hysterical Mirabel was scrambling down the stairs.
"Isa!" She cried, running down Casita's stairs. The houses' tiles rumbled for a moment, and Alma was thrown out of the nursery. She look guilty, and maybe even upset?
Mirabel fell into Isabela's arms, and she was still crying. She was trying to say something but it wasn't working our very well. Isabela brought her to the ground gently, looking at her back. Antonio had been right, and her anger only grew. Mirabel was holding onto her eldest sister with two of her arms while her other two were reaching towards her wings in an attempt to untie them.
Mirabel's large blue butterfly wings had been tied up. They were tucked and stacked, awkwardly jolting whenever Mirabel tried to move them. Their grandmother had tied some kind of fabric around them, which held them down. Looking at it, it look rather tight---it was probably really painful for Mirabel, seeing that it was considerly one of the most sensitive parts of her body.
Luisa and Camilo rushed over, taking Mirabel and beginning to untie the fabric. Isabela stood protectively in front of them. By then, Alma was downstairs, looking rather upset.
"What is wrong with you?!" Isabela screamed, teeth bared as she eyed her grandmother. Alma said nothing, choosing to look away. Isabela only got more angry, did this dilapidated shrew think that of she ignored them she would let it go? That she would just let this slide? "Answer me!"
Alma furrowed her eyebrows before looking down and over at Mirabel, who was still crying and shaking as Luisa and Camilo unraveled the fabric and smoothed out her slightly creased wings. Completely undoing all of her work.
"I simply...hid...the imperfections. It's bad enough she doesn't have a gift," Alma said, looking at Isabela.
"Imperfections? You decided to harm my sister because you don't like the way she looks?!" Isabela said, moving closer. Her were fist balling up as she refrained from just full on attacking Alma.
The other adults seemed to have heard the ruckus because they had come back inside. Seeing a very infuriated Isabela and a defensive looking Alma at a standstill was a sight to behold. Both Julieta and Pepa were already upset at their mother, but now even more so. What had she done this time?
"She caused this anyway! She has no--" Alma was suddenly silenced when Isabela shoved her down, Casita making absolutely no effort to catch her. In fact, the house seemed rather off. Tiles were shaking and rattling and there was the sound of drywall and tile cracking.
"You don't have the right! My sister has been nothing but nice to you and this is how you repay her?! BY TRYING TO BIND HER DOWN?!" Isabela snapping, pupils narrowing to slits as she looked down at the Madrigal matriarch. "Maybe we shoud leave again, because clearly you haven't changed!"
Alma finally stood up, huffing. "Well maybe if she hadn't been such a disgrace all those years ago, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO RESORT TO THAT!" Alma retorted, more than done with Isabela's attitude. Just who did she think she was speaking to her like that? Had she no decorum?
Isabela's eyes widened at the words. Suddenly everything in Casita went quiet. The only sounds was Casita cracking amd break Pepa's thunderstorm and Mirabel and Antonio's crying. The younger woman raised her hand, she was so ready to strike her down.
The parents did nothing. They were stunned into silence---Alma never, ever went as far as to call Mirabel a disgrace. At least, not in front of the family or to her face (which was false, because she had done that several time behind their backs before the kids left). They wanted to tell her off, but Isabela seemed to have gained her anger back again first.
Isabela was so close to bring her clawed hand down, but then she heard someone sob her name. She stopped, turned and saw Mirabel in Luisa's hold.
"Isa...I wanna...I wanna go home," Mirabel spoke so quietly, but Isabela heard her just fine. Completely ignoring Alma, she walked back over to Mirabel, helping her up.
It seemed as soon as Mirabel uttered those words, soldifying the fact that the kids no longer considered this their home, Casita finally broke down. Whatever was holding the miracle together just broke. The house start falling and everyone started making a mad dash for the door. Luisa, being the sweetheart she is, still grabbed Alma who was behind and managed to throw her out the door.
Everyone (including Bruno), had managed to get out. Alma looked at the house, now in ruins. And now the miracle is gone. She couldn't even say anything. She stared for a moment more, then turned when she heard hissing and growling. She saw her grandkids, slowly backing away from the other adults who were trying to talk to them.
To Alma? They looked crazy. To their parents? They looked scared. Really scared. Isabela was crouching protectively in front of Mirabel who was cowering, looking genuinely terrified of her own parents. Luisa was standing at her full height, which was intimidating in and of itself considering her build. Dolores was holding Antonio close, the boy growling while Camilo kept close as well, constantly changing colors and even going invisible at one point.
Alma stood and made her way over, to reprimand them. Someone needed to talk some sense into them, especially after what Mirabel did. Because of her, she cursed the other grandchildren and destroyed Casita and the miracle. And now she couldn't even find Bruno, who, according to Antonio and Camilo, was still in Casita at the time of their arrival. And Alma still needed to talk to him about the vision that had been found.
Alma had gotten close---too close. As soon as Isabela locked eyes, she found herself on the ground, her eldest granddaughter on top of her, growling and hissing like a wild animal. She quite literally looked feral, and for the first time, Alma was scared. She dudn't dare move, in fear that Isabela might actually act on full on attacking her.
Isabela's eyes were cold and critical as she stared at Alma. Alma didn't move. She wouldn't move. Couldn't. She had taken notice to how the other 4 adults hadn't move to help her---not that she could act on it. Isabela finally seemed to let up and deemed Alma safe enough that she could move away.
Isabela walked towards the forest line, turning slightly. She made some noises, something unintelligible, and the other kids went after, with Luisa picking Mirabel up. All of them ran towards the forest, but not before looking back at their parents.
Isabela looked back at Alma and the old woman flinched. She could tell by her eyes alone that she ni longer viewed her as family. All respect was lost. There was nothing there for her. It didn't take long for Isabela to make a break for the forest, following after her younger sisters and cousins.
Julieta and Pepa broke down crying, their husbands holding them, though they were just as upset. Alma watched on for a moment before seeing Bruno scramble out of a bush and look towards where he saw his sobrinas and sobrinos go. His shoulders dropped and he turned towards the remaining family, more specifically at his mama.
Alma could see the sadness, disappointment and anger in his face. She could see her two daughters and their husbands despair at their children leaving them again. Right after they had gotten them back. How they didn't even know if they would come back.
And it was all her fault. For once Alma rethought everything, running the things she once viewed as imperfections and problems and for once she realized that...
She was the problem.
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WHAT ALMA REFLECTS 🤨🤨 She won't admit it though. She's still just a lil bit too into herself. She still gonna argue, but. She will apologize. Just not anytime soon 💀💀
Here's some art <33
OK BYEEEE ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ
#encanto au#encanto#au#encanto mirabel#encanto antonio#encanto isabela#encanto dolores#encanto Luisa#encanto Camilo#encanto alma#encanto julieta#encanto pepa#encanto Bruno#encanto felix#encanto agustín#housebroken au#housebroken#pack it up alma#like miss ma'am
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Camilo Madrigal | You Deserve The World
Request : No
Prompt : None
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : angst, sad Camilo, fluff ending, I would warn that Camilo might be slightly out of character but my boy has six minutes of screen time, not much to go off really
Paring : Camilo Madrigal x GN!reader
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Camilo needs reminding he is special
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I do not know any Spanish so I did use a lot of google translate, so if there's any mistake I apologize, just let me know ill fix it asap
Camilo groaned shifting in his bed. It was well past midnight, he had been asleep for at least four hours, flopping into his bed at nine not even bothering to take his shoes or ruana off. Camilo felt sore, heavy, completely broken. He had been shapeshifting all day, entertaining people, watching over kids, doing chores, catching up on work, doing runs across town, and it was when a bunch of seven-year-olds rushed to him basically begging him to shapeshift for them. And then it felt like Luisa hit him like a tone of bricks, no one wanted to be entertained by Camilo they just wanted his gifts. He didn't even realize he was crying until a sob left his throat making his chest ache. Camilo shoved his face in his pillow trying not to cry, just teetering on a panic attack.
That morning, everyone noticed Camilo was off. Bags dragging his eyes down, a quiet rasped voice, refusing seconds and even taking smaller portions anyway. Pepa and Felix tried questioning him but he softly declined. And the whole house almost yelled when Camilo shifted, letting out a painful groan before pushing himself out of the house, limping out the door.
Camilo walked to the outskirts of town, to the forest the sat on the other side of the river, shifting back to himself noticing you sitting under the tree, waiting for him. Your gaze shifted over to him waving at him with a large smile. Camilo dragged himself to you plopping down in the grass, sighing in content that he didn't have to move anymore. "Hola, Mi Vida," You giggled seeing him sprawled out on the floor. "Camilo are you okay?" You asked running your hands through his curls, noticing he wasn't as happy-go-lucky. Camilo moved to sit on his knees his heartbreaking noticing your face drop. You moved to hold his face running your thumb under his eyes feeling the dark purples circles. "Milo, what happened?" Camilo snapped, falling against your shoulder his body shaking as he sobbed. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him, letting him let go of his emotions. "It's okay Amor, let it out."
Camilo cried, sobbed, for nearly ten minutes, you let him cry, knowing Abuela didn't let Pepa show her emotions, you guessed Camilo bottled it up just the same. "I'm sorry Y/N, I just-"
"Don't apologize Cami," You spoke, stopping him. "You're allowed to cry." Camilo nodded moving to rest more comfortably against you, head on shoulder, hands intertwined as he rested against your chest. "Do you wanna talk?" You asked running your fingers across his knuckles.
Camilo nodded stretching his legs out. "I don't think- I don't think anyone really wants me," Camilo confessed, his voice cracking, lip quivering. "They just want my gift, no one wants me to entertain them, they want just to me shapeshift. And I did it so much yesterday I'm so sore, I could barley walk on the way over here." Now it was your turn for your heart to shatter, hearing Camilo talk so lowly about himself made you ache. The way he said it, so emotionlessly, like it was drilled into him.
You turned Camilo around to face you, slotting him between your legs. You took his face in your palms pulling him close to rest your forehead on his. Camilo moved his arms around and you cringed hearing him wince. "Camilo Madrigal," You said sternly, "your gift is amazing and yes it entertains people, but you are so much more than that. You make people smile no matter how you choose to entertain them. You are talented, funny-no powers needed. My Camilo is adorable, I mean have you seen your cute little face. You're are so sweet to everyone you meet, you treat your family amazingly, especially Pepa. You are a beautiful soul, a stubborn soul who needs to look after himself better, but beautiful no less. Camilo, you are special, a gift to this world, powers or not."
Camilo looked into your eyes, stray tears falling down his cheeks. Camilo smiled knocking his nose against yours, "I don't deserve you."
"You deserve the world," you whispered.
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"You think he hates you?" (Part 1)
This is my first time writing and I'm still learning so I'm sorry if I made any mistakes 😭
Camilo x fem reader
Characters are aged up, Camilo is 20. Takes place 5 years after the rebuild of Casita.
For those who don't know, M/N means mother's name.
Part 2
Past:
"Here, let me help you!" You said as you approached a girl with green glasses, Maybe your age. "Thank you." She said. The both of you bought the planks.
Your body ached, but you were just so excited to help the Madrigals rebuild their home. You wanted to find a way to repay them for all their hard work. "Gracias for helping us, err—" The girl thanked you.
"It's Y/N. And your welcome, this is the only way I can repay the Madrigals." You answered. "My name is Mirabel." You two sat down and got to know eachother, until Mirabel was called back.
She stood up to say, "My hermana needs me, see you later Y/N! You should bring these buckets to Abuela." "See you!" You responded and headed to the buckets.
You were going to Mirabel's Abuela when you bumped into who you recognized as Camilo Madrigal. The two of you had met in town and occasionally talked with eachother. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry." Your hand brushed against his.
"It's fine mi vida. Watch where you're going next time." The boy avertes his eyes from you and went back to working.
"Mi vida?" You asked yourself.
-
You felt your little brother Lucas' hand on your left shoulder. "Come down for dinner."
"Y/N, do you remember the engagement we talked about?" Your mother asked as she gave you your food. "Yes.. Have you and señora Madrigal arranged the marriage?" She smiled at you, "We decided you will be married to Camilo Madrigal in 6 weeks."
You and Camilo have been very good friends with him over the past five years. And ever since your mother and his abuela decided to arrange a marriage for the two of you, he started ignoring you wouldn't even look at your eyes if he did talk to you.
Now you and your brother are up in your room. You closed your eyes. "Maybe he hates me..."
"Well he could just love somebody else right? Why did we even get arranged to this stupid marriage that destroyed our friendship?" Lucas mocks you, saying it dramatically as he poses as if he was crying. "Shut uuppp" You were going to go out when you brother grabbed your wrist.
"If you love him so much why are you even against this marriage?" He asked. "Well, you know Camilo. He's a person of freedom and he definitely didn't agree to this arranged marriage."
"And if you're gonna point out the fact that he calls me mi vida sometimes, you can go back to remembering that he does that to some other girls as well." You added. Lucas only shaked his head. "Did you ever even hear him say that to anybody else?"
Then, you went silent. "W-well.. No?" "Exactly. So be happy and stop worrying." Lucas exited your room and closed the door.
"Ughhh"
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You and your mother knocked the doors of casita, because today was the day Camilo was supposed to propose. "Oh Y/N, there you are." Pepa greeted you. "Hola seno— mama." The lady had insisted you call her mama, because you were going to be wed to her son sooner or later.
"We are soo excited to have the two of you here. My hijo is up in his room getting ready." There was no sight of clouds on her head, meaning that she was truly happy for you to be here. Pepa went back to the kitchen to help her sister.
Your mother nudged your shoulder, "Go on dear. I will meet you later at the dinner table." So you went to find Mirabel, your best friend.
"Y/NNN! You're finally here." Mirabel said as she hugged you. "Hola Y/N." Dolores said. "Hola Mirabel, Dolores."
You and Mirabel talked about sewing materials as Dolores tried to hold her laugh.
Mirabel got a bit annoyed. "What's so funny?" She asked her cousin. The older one whispered something, and the both of them squealed in excitement. "What is it?" You wanted to know as well.
"Oh Y/N, I can hear Milo talking to my papa."
In the other room,
"But what if it goes wrong? What if she's literally hates this marriage." Camilo said pacing around nervously. "Cami you and Y/N have been very close over the years. I doubt she doesn't like you. Just treat her good and she'll love you for sure." Felix tried to calm him down. "Ughhhh just hurry up. The rats said Y/N's already here." Complained Antonio.
"Y/N'S ALREADY HERE?"
"That's what he said?" You asked. "Yep. Exactly what I heard." Dolores replied. "That's what he really really said?" You asked once again, this time blush all around your face. "Oh come on, you think he hates you? He's has had a crush on you for years and this was Abuela and Tia M/N plan to set you two up— oh.. I wasn't supposed to say that."
And that was it. You were freaking out. "HE HAS A WHAT ON ME?" Now that you think about it, before the marriage was announced Camilo had already started acting weird around you.
Sometimes he stared, mesmerized by your beauty, or he would shapeshift randomly when you complimented him. You also realized that the flirting was all real, and he really meant it when he called you mi vida. "Oh boy, tonight is going to be fun." Mirabel said to her cousin.
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even MORE Madrigal family headcanons
Because I want to take over this fandom 😏
also found out apparently??? Encanto takes place around the 50's??? that doesn't seem right at all??
no spoilers
When Pepa is mad she says "Ay! im so heated i can hear the clouds."
Dolores got her name from "Dolores" by Frank Sinatra (1941)
Bruno has really nice hand writing. Julieta... not so much...
Mirabel throws herself into playing multiple instruments to impress her Abuela at a young age. She can play six piano, guitar, accordion, the flute, bongos, and ocarina (and the tambourine if you count that as an instrument)
the guitar she learned how to play on was actually Bruno's He used to hide it in his room but before he left he put it in the nursery because he knew he wouldn't be able to play it in the walls.
Antonio kicks Camilo in the ankles sometimes and acts like its an accident. he gets pretty creative with those excuses.
Isabela doesn't want kids. she plans to have one (1) for the sake of the miracle.
Antonio grows up to be the tallest of his siblings and Camilo was heated.
Julieta can SING. She's got a very rich and soothing voice. Even though they're all grown up now the kids still ask her to sing to them when they can't sleep.
Felix has an old record player with all kinds of tunes.
Pepa can't sing for shit but somehow She can memorize notes just by hearing them once or twice.
Felix sometimes just likes to chill and listen to opera. very loudly. And he dances to it like it's just club music.
luisa listens to ballet tunes whenever she's stressed Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake is a favorite of hers
Antonio doesn't like house cats much. they frustrate him because they don't listen
Camilo and Dolores mock their parents. not in a mean way. its actually kinda cute. they've done sense Camilo could talk in full sentences.
Isabela sleeps in one of her dad's old Sleep shirts even tho she has lots of pretty pj sets. she literally hates pants.
Mirabel is a libra.
Agustin hates black coffee. it has to be FILLED with sugar.
The family calls Dolores, Dolly or Lolita a lot.
if you ask Isabela what her favorite color is she'll be very sarcastic because she makes it obvious. "brown" "really?" "no you fucking idiot its purple."
Camilo is 100% and astrology bitch who has everyone's birth chart memorized.
Abuela It's one of those parents who used to wake their kids up to loud music to clean the house. and it was never music they wanted to hear.
every Christmas Antonio ask Mirabel for a shirt. just a shirt. because he knows if he asks for something big she'll go over the top. so if he asks for something small. she'll be normal.
Abuela doesn't like Horses
Pepa wanted to name Camilo, Pedro but Alma wasn't ready yet and broke down crying when pepa asked. she didn't ask again for Antonio but Alma wished she had.
Isabela doesn't like eating meat.
Dolores has a strong distaste for loud music. it hurts her head. So she can never listen to a record player up close She always has to play it from a few rooms over.
Dolores is a big fan of her Tio Bruno's telenovelas
Abuelo Pedro wrote songs. several books full of them. and Alma kept all of the ones she could save. she sacrificed her favorite Dresses so they would fit even tho he said he didn't need them Because she knew he was lying and that they were important to him. She even almost left her wedding dress but she thought about how sad she would be if one of her two daughters didn't get to wear it one day. (spoiler: it was Julieta)
Bruno can also sing And he has this natural rasp to his voice. like a make your knees shake rasp.
Antonio prefers to listen to jungle noise tapes over music. even before he got his gift. now it just makes more sense.
Abuela (back when she was just mamá) would sing to her children the songs that her husband sang to her when they were young and dating
Antonio taught some bird and other creatures how to perform Abuela's favorite song for her birthday. (She didn't enjoy it but she thanked him and pretended anyway)
Mirabel sings silly songs to the kids in town when she sees they're having a bad day.
Mirabel can't take jello seriously. she snickers everytime she sees it move.
Camilo once wrote an entire one man musical that he forced his family to watch. (It was honestly surprisingly good??)
Agustin gets flustered whenever his wife sings to him.
Bruno can't dance
Camilo and Mirabel did highschool theater.
Isabela went to high school theater productions occasionally to throw flowers aggressively at Mirabel and Camilo through out the performance via magic.
Isabela hates showtunes
Isabela also was in school chorus and played the piano so...
Antonio said fuck once and Pepa lost her shit. It rained for a days every time she looked at Camilo who taught him the word.
Mirabel is an advent journaler of emotions (post canon) She goes through about a journal every month and a half. and she carries it everywhere.
Dolores sings like Cinderella. its very pretty. but very rare.
sometimes Bruno forgets he's not supposed to be in the house while he's in the walls and he'll say bless you when someone sneezes. He did it to Pepa once there was a hurricane for two days because she thought her dead brother was talking to her.
Camilo loves ice cream.
Mirabel tried to get Bruno, Isabella, and Camilo to start a band. (they said no)
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Madrigal Headcannons if they were in 2022
I couldn’t shake the idea of them with Tiktok and social media
Isabela and Camilo do Tiktok dances together. They spend hours doing it and laugh whenever Camilo shape shifts into another family member to do a dance. Cause like… how else would they ever see Tia Juieta twerk??
Mirabel taught Julieta how to do TikToks and she blew up sharing recipes and giving advice. She has similar content to Tabitha Brown. Everyone loves her.
Bruno is always walking around mumbling Tiktok sounds. He spent weeks going “That’s a big word for Elmo”
Isabela listens to Doja Cat. She probably listens to Ariana Grande too.
Luisa’s workout playlist is the best.
Antonio only quotes Tiktoks he hears from his siblings and cousins. Mirabel sometimes posts him on her page giving animal facts.
Luisa likes to vlog. She doesn’t do it every day but she tries to put a video out every week.
Bruno has an old boom box from the 90s to perform his rat rap battles. Camilo keeps trying to tell him to just use his phone but Bruno likes the authenticity of the boom box.
Isabela wanted to shave her head for a while but they were afraid she’d kill Abuela if she did.
Mirabel has the led lights in her room. She changes the color to reflect her mood.
Mirabel sends Abuela Tiktoks just to make her laugh. Abuela only knows how to watch them if Mirabel sends them to her. She thinks it’s sweet that Mirabel only sends her stuff she’ll like.
Isabela and Camilo are both on gay Tiktok.
Everyone knows when Pepa is stuck in a Tiktok rabbit hole because she laughs so hard it rains and sometimes hard enough to stir up some wind.
Isabela and Camilo can’t drive. It’s the rules. They’re gay.
Felix never drives. He’ll ask Pepa to go somewhere with him and then toss her the keys. She complains every time but she’s always happy to be spending time with him.
Everyone loves when Abuela uses her record player. There’s one song she loves just because the record skips every time. (If you know you know)
Antonio likes to watch nature docs all the time.
Camilo and Bruno watch Cocomelon with Luisa to unwind.
Isabela is convinced she invented iced coffee when she was seven. Pepa is the only one to support this theory. It only happened because Pepa was hailing and some of the ice landed in Isabela’s mug.
Luisa and Agustin like to watch animal videos. They cry all the time.
Abuela plays coloring games on her phone. So does Bruno. They bond over sharing pictures they’ve done.
Felix has a secret SoundCloud. Pepa knows but she’s sworn to secrecy…Julieta and Bruno are also sworn to secrecy. Dolores is also sworn to secrecy.
The triplets discovered Snapchat filters and spend hours taking selfies. It’s really cute. Sometimes they get them printed to hang up in their rooms or to go in photo albums.
Isabela’s lockscreen is herself. Queen shit.
Luisa likes to watch cartoons with Antonio and the animals.
Bruno plays Minecraft.
All of the cousins love animal crossing. They trade turnips and stuff all the time.
Sometimes family game nights are on the switch or the bust out the Wii.
Antonio plays Roblox.
The whole family did a murder mystery once. Agustin and Dolores planned the whole thing. Everyone got really into it.
They like to race go karts and are extremely competitive.
Pepa likes Megan Thee Stallion.
Dolores hates that her Mami knows all the words to Wap.
When Bruno was away Julieta used to watch home videos on their birthday. It made her cry every single time. She was afraid to watch them with Pepa because she knew Pepa would get angry just from the hurt she felt.
Mirabel loves YouTube tutorials. So does Agustin.
Luisa is scared of roller coasters but she’ll go on if Mirabel holds her hand.
Isabela definitely dyed her hair with the money pieces in the front. They were pink first then eventually green.
Pepa likes to embarrass Julieta by telling her kids she had an undercut once. Julieta will always deny it.
The triplets have a group chat. It’s called
“PB&J 🥜🧈🍇”
Pepa got called a milf once and asked Isabela what it meant. Dolores was screaming the entire time. Julieta knew what it meant but she wanted to watch it all go down.
Pepa isn’t allowed to watch Titanic.
Antonio ordered a bunch of toys and treats for his animals on Amazon and got his iPad taken away.
Camilo is more of an iPad kid than Antonio.
Luisa writes fanfiction. She’s really popular online.
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