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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Encantober Day 2

Strength

It had started out as a simple wish to help.

Casita had watched, had seen the spark in the girl. She wanted to help, yearned for it even. Being the youngest sibling wasn’t fun for her if she couldn’t follow her sister and mom out into town to help everyone like they did. No, she wanted to help too. That’s what she would tell the home in times of loneliness when the nursery was empty and the adults busy.

“I just don’t understand why I can’t go… I could help mama carry the food maybe? That would be helpful right?” The house squeaked out a noise of agreement, her floorboards tapping excitedly at the idea. Surely Julieta could allow the girl that much to help with.

The bedroom door flapped eagerly, beckoning her from her spot on the bed and causing a little giggle at the same time.

“You like that idea too? Let's go ask!” The girl was on the floor in seconds, trotting her way out the door and down the stairs, the tiles of the home following her in encouragement.

Julieta was an easy source to find, especially in the mornings. It took time to make the amount of food she carted to town each day, and with new homes going up on the far side of the river she was trying to make a little extra to compensate for any accidents that could happen. Her current task included loading her food cart with baskets of fresh, warm handheld foods, easy things for the people to grab and go with if need be. That’s where Luisa found her, taking a step out of the doorway to the courtyard. The young girl waited, her hand still on the arch that led to the kitchen and a nervousness in her eyes.

This wouldn’t do. Casita started with a gentle nudge to the hand that rested against her arch, causing a start in the child. When she still hadn’t moved she gave a nudge with her tiles, causing the back of one shoe to raise as she did so. Still she stood there, still as a statue. Julieta had reentered her kitchen and was about to scoop up another basket, the girl needed to go. Being as careful as possible, the home used it’s only other method, the tiles shifting under the girls feet and carrying her into the kitchen as she squeaked out a protest.

Luisa stumbled a bit as the tiles stopped, her hands reaching out to catch herself and coming into contact with her mother’s skirts.

“Oh. Lulu, are you alright, mi amor?” The girl nods, taking a step back to look up at her mom. After a moment's hesitation her hand reaches up to grasp at the woman’s skirt again.

“Mama, may I come with you today, por favor?” Julieta looks down into pleading eyes and smiles, her hand coming up to caress her daughter's cheek.

“It is very boring, I don’t know if you would have much to do.”

“It’s okay! I want to help! Please mama? I can help with the stand and the food, I promise not to be in the way!” It’s not the first time she’s asked if she could come, and that look is back, the one that begs and pulls at Julieta’s heart every time.

“Alright, I suppose you’re old enough you could help out.” The beaming smile she’s rewarded with makes her laugh. “You have to promise not to overdo it though. Take a break when you need one, okay chica?”

“Si! I promise!” Quickly she grabs one of the baskets that are ready to go and trots out to load it with a grin on her face.

As the cart pulls away, the door waves, excited for her girl and yet... sad that she’s off.

The time that the family is gone is uneventful, boring, and without Luisa around, a little lonely for the home. It was worth it to see the girl in such a happy mood though, her excitement was contagious. She was so excited to help her mother. It brought about a memory of not long ago, a smaller version of Julieta stepping up and taking on her share of responsibilities. She had also wanted nothing more than to help her mother. Luisa was truly her mother’s daughter.

As the day came to an end, the cart came back up the hill, Luisa in the back. Her retreat inside was a hasty one, her form sliding from the cart and rushing up the stairs back to the nursery. As the girl threw herself on the bed Casita welcomed her with a tapping of boards, an inquiring squeak coming from the window sill.

“Hey… Casita? Am I... weak?” The words were mumbled as the girl turned her head to look at the floor. The boards there froze, dropping into place.

Weak? She was not weak. She had a very strong heart full of determination. Her body was still small, that is how all of her people had started out though, they grew as time went on. In terms of size the girl was tall for being 4 and she did her fair share of chores, even if they were just household chores, every day. She was far from weak.

The boards on the floor waved from one side to the other, the home's only way of saying ‘no’. Luisa would know the sign and what it meant. And yet, even after she had given her an answer, the girl still lay there, staring at the floor as if something else would happen if she looked long enough. Finally she sniffled.

“Some boys in town… they said I was too small to be working the stand. They told me girls are weak and can’t do a lot of lifting because they get tired easily.. And then I upset mama…” The tears were starting to brim at the corner of her eyes. “I promised her I would take a break if I got tired and I didn’t. I didn’t want to because of what those dummy heads said. I’m… I don’t want to be weak, I want to help.”

As her tears flowed in earnest, the home did what she could to try to help soothe her girl. Luisa was open with her emotions and the house had a handle on it by now. Her favorite stuffed horse from a shelf, tossed next to her pillow. The large blanket she curled under at night, pulled up from the end by an empty shelf. And ever so gently the floor would rock, back and forth just under the bed, creaking a soft soothing sound much like a rocking chair would give.

The girl pulled the well loved stuffed animal close to her and snuggled under her blanket, letting the soothing movement calm her as her tears turned into sniffles, and her sniffles to silence. It wasn’t uncommon for her to fall asleep after crying, and it didn’t surprise the home when she heard the soft snore that came from the bed. Good, she needed the rest after such a long day.

Had it been a bad idea to encourage her today? She thought it would be good for them, both mother and daughter, but instead she caused a sadness… She was only a home, a place for them to come to at the end of the day, she couldn’t be out there when something of this nature occurred. She could only offer comfort and familiarity when they returned to her. How many more children would walk these floors before she saw that? (The answer is she wouldn’t no matter the number.) She loved her family, of course she wanted what was best for them, what would help them.

Just like Luisa wanted to help.

She would get to. Luisa may have another few months before she opens one of the glowing doors, but when she does Casita will make sure she has something that she can use to help her family, something she will be proud of.

The boys of the town won’t be able to call her weak ever again, of that Casita was sure.

#encantober #encanto #encanto fanfic #luisa madrigal #casita madrigal #julieta madrigal #encantober 2022 #Strength #A little shorter than yesterday #but I am sleepy #have a baby luisa

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spooky-spextre-arts · 2 years

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Nightmares

The late night hours had a tranquility to them that just couldn't be found during the day. Separate from the excited chatter of the crowds, instead came the gentle chirping of the crickets outside, greeted with a warm sense of comfort from loved ones inside.

During her sleeping hours, Mirabel Madrigal lay wrapped in a small cocoon of soft blankets and cold pillows, a pleasant silence emanating throughout the small space of the Nursery.

Well, all except for one small sound.

Right next to her lay another sleeping individual, belonging to little Antonio, where small noises of distress could be heard from his curled up frame.

The noises grew ever so slightly - the young boy trapped in a cage of his own mind, his tiny arms wrapped around a small pillow as his mind continued to torment him.

"Toñito… are you oka-" Mirabel flinched as a sudden "NO!" pierced the air in the small room as the young boy sat up, eyes wide with fear.

"Hey, Toñito, hey…" Mirabel yawned, blinking the remaining haze of sleep away. She reached for her glasses and gently prodded his arm. "Are you alright?"

He blinked a few times, willing to rid the nightmare away before his soft brown eyes focused on her own. Antonio took a couple more shaky breaths before he let the handmade tiger pillow he was holding go and crawled into his elder prima's lap, snuggling close into her.

Before she could ask again, Mirabel felt small hands wrap tightly around her arm and hand, gripping on tight as if his young life depended on it. With his small face buried into her nightie, Mirabel felt his body shake, followed by something warm wetting her upper stomach. She heard the sounds of muffled choking. Sobs.

"Don't go,'" his muffled voice pleaded. "Don't leave me alone."

Mirabel was struck speechless. Where did this come from? And why was it coming from little Antonio of all people?

"Whoa, whoa, I'm not going anywhere." She tried to free her arm from Antonio's embrace but he held on tight.

"Please…" he hiccuped quietly, little hands gripping tighter around her arm. "Don't go away. I still need you, prima."

Giving up, she sighed as she adjusted her body to better support his weight and enveloped him with her free arm, bringing him close against the gentle thrumming of her heart.

"It's okay, it's alright. I'm right here," she whispered into his curls, shushing and rubbing his back until his shaking subsided and panicked breathing evened. "You're safe. It was just a bad dream."

Antonio shook his head, hand still curled around Mirabel's arm. "It wasn't just a bad dream," his faint voice protested quietly.

Wasn't just a bad dream?

With that, Mirabel's lips pursed as he mulled over his words. She looked down at him. "Now, what do you mean by that?"

Antonio didn't respond and instead turned his head away, trying to wriggle away from the inevitable conversation but Mirabel remained persistent.

"Toñito…" she murmured gently but sternly, mimicking that of her Abuela's demeanor.

A few seconds of silence greeted her before Antonio sighed in defeat and turned around, pressing his back against her. He stared down at his hands. "It's not that easy. I can't say it was just a bad dream cause… cause it might come true." Antonio whispered sharply.

Out of the corner of her eye, Mirabel saw her cousin picking at his fingernails, a bad habit she'd noticed in him occurred every now and then. During dinner the night before, after Abuela had addressed the family to express concern surrounding Antonio's upcoming gift ceremony and what to expect, Mirabel had noticed her young cousin picking at his nails from underneath the table. All eyes were on him and while there were collective agreements and warm words about what would typically transpire, she just knew that something else was up.

"Well…" she began softly, pulling his hands away and into her own. "What do you mean by that?" She smirked playfully. "After all, nightmares are just big and mean old dreams." She playfully frowned and growled as she described them, making Antonio giggle and tapped his nose. "They just want to trick you into thinking they're real."

Antonio nodded slowly, his head continuing to bob in sleepiness. Mirabel chuckled softly and was getting up to put him back to bed before he shot up again and shook his head, facing her with wide eyes.

"N-no, not… not this one," Antonio said reluctantly. "I-it was different." He curled into himself as his tiny frame began to shake once more. "I was all alone."

Mirabel shook her head and interlocked her fingers with Antonio's. "Toñito, you won't be alone. You have me and the rest of your familia with you."

"But that was the thing!" Antonio cried out, clutching Mirabel's hand. "Nobody was there!" He picked up the tiger-face pillow and held it close, tracing the button eyes (well, button eye) and soft thread whiskers sewn onto the muzzle. "I mean… yeah, you were there b-but after I touched the door…"

He stopped, sniffling and shook once more.

Mirabel tilted her head to the side. "What do you-"

"It was horrible!" Antonio cried out as his arms wrapped around his small body in an attempted self-comforting hug. "Everyone was gone. Abuela, Mami, Papí, Milo, Lola-" he shook his head a few quick times as if to free himself from the remainder of the terrible dream.

He turned to Mirabel, eyes wet but wide with fear. "Even you weren't there!" he whispered sharply before burying himself further into Mirabel's embrace. "I was all alone."

Mirabel felt the sting of an all-too familiar fear settle inside once more. Being one of the two Madrigal offspring without a gift unfortunately came with their own set of shared concerns. Little Antonio was just four going on five in a couple of days, where he would hopefully receive a gift of his own and serve his community for years to come.

By contrast, Mirabel was fifteen but without a gift of her own. Despite the lack of a clear answer as to why this was, it wasn't easy to forget the lack of importance she was deemed to have as a result by her Abuela and community. But... what could she say? Surely her family wouldn't truly leave little Antonio by himself… but what would happen if history were doomed to repeat itself, and her younger primo were to have his door fade away too?

She didn't know.

No, now's not the time to think about that.

"Hey…" she began gently once more, rubbing small circles on his back. "You've got nothing to worry about," she said, pushing her own anxiety away. She paused and took his tiny hand into her own. Curious eyes peered up at her.

"How could I- or anyone- ever leave this amazing person right here? The only one that I'd consider to be the best person in the entire world?"

Antonio sniffed. "R-really? I'm the best?"

Mirabel nodded and pulled him into her lap, holding him close. "Of course. After all, who would have anyone even remotely as kind as you are." She cracked a small smile. "I almost pity whoever's dumb enough to consider leaving a family where this," she booped his nose, "absolutely incredible, considerate... loving person is every day."

Antonio shrugged but Mirabel could see him fighting a smile. "Y-yeah, I guess they would be pretty dumb to leave."

Mirabel smiled. "You'd be right. But do you see what I'm talking about?"

"I... I think so." Antonio ruminated over her words for a little bit before he cracked a small smile. "You mean that I won't be alone? Even if I don't get a gift?"

She nodded and pulled him closer. "Take it from me when I say that you, Antonio Madrigal, are a gift all on your own. Without you, I wouldn't have the world's best roomie to hang out with."

Antonio nodded quickly and leaned over to grab his tiger-face pillow and held it to his chest. "And-and who would you have to talk about animals to? Definitely not anyone else. They're not as fun." He leaned over and held his index finger to his lips. "But don't tell 'Milo I said that," he whispered. "He gets some of them wrong, but I don't want to hurt his feelings."

Mirabel giggled and placed a small kiss on his forehead. "Okay, that's a deal."

Antonio studied his beloved tiger pillow for a couple of seconds before he looked up at Mirabel. "W-well… if I'm the best person… then you'd be my even-bestest!" Antonio beamed, staring up at her with a huge grin.

Mirabel's eyebrow twitched. "Toñito, I'm not sure about that. I mean... don't you prefer Luisa or even Isa, just the tiniest bit?"

Antonio shook his head and beamed brighter. "No, silly! Yeah, I know you'd be one of the best! Y-you're smart and nice and pretty and and-" he stopped, holding out his tiger pillow. "And you make free pillows! I don't know anyone who wouldn't want that."

Mirabel didn't think it was possible to love her little primo anymore than she already did, but here she was, crushing him in a bear hug and peppering his face with kisses while he giggled with delight.

In their shared joy, a few creakity-creaks coming from the floorboards caught their attention. They carried a small clock, with the small hour hand on 4, while the taller minute hand rested in between the 6 and 7.

"Yes, yes, Casita. We're going to bed." Mirabel wheezed between breaths. "Thank you," she called out as Casita carried the clock away, responding with the squeak squeak of a closet door. (You're welcome, Mirabel.)

Antonio yawned and rubbed his eye, wrapping his arms around her neck. "I'm sleepy…"

Mirabel chuckled softly and kissed his forehead once more before placing him down onto the bed, pulling the covers up and over him. She grabbed his pillow and placed it under his arm. She sneaked beneath the covers herself as Antonio snuggled into the crook of her shoulder, his snoring soft and peaceful. Just before sleep took her too, a faint pressure on her arm jostled her up and she turned on her side.

"Hey, Mira…" Antonio whispered. "I love you."

Mirabel smiled in response. "I love you too. And Antonio…" she waited until he was awake enough to hear.

She rubbed the back of his hand gently. "Just remember this anytime your nightmares try to say otherwise: Gift or no gift, I'll always be here for you, mi hombrecito."

His eyes shined as he held out a pinky. "You promise?"

She smiled and curled her own pinky finger around his. "Of course."

Antonio smiled widely and held her hand but quickly yawned, his eyelids dropping as he snuggled into her, falling into a peaceful sleep.

#encanto #encanto disney #disney encanto #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto fanfiction #casita madrigal #encanto fanfic #Reblogging my old fics

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laynore-x · 2 months

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Another normal day in casita.

#encanto #encanto disney #encanto fanart #encanto movie #casita #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal fanart #mirabel madrigal #mirabel madrigal fanart #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal fanart #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal fanart #la familia madrigal #memes #my art

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years

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I made an Encanto discord server.

https://discord.gg/hPqCC54y

- this server is rated G for general audiences, so please keep it appropriate

- OCs are welcome

- m@dr!g@lce$t shippers/pro shippers DNI ❌

- racism, homophobia, transphobia, ableism, bullying of any sort will NOT be tolerated

#casita madrigal #casita #discord #encanto #encanto disney #discord server #might delete later

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dna2023 · 2 years

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They couldn’t see Pedro, but he was there. - part 2 part 1 __________________ Thanks for all the likes, reblogs and comments. :)

#encanto #pedro madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto casita #Fanart #my art #headcanon

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jacarandaaaas · 27 days

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basically I think it would go something like this if mirabel started arguing with casita💀

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #mirabel encanto #encanto casita #the tiles laughing at her😭#I love the animation tests #they’re so fun #disney’s encanto

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phoenixlionme · 18 days

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Madrigal Family Hugs

#disney #encanto #my posts #favfams #alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #casita #madrigal family #fam parallels

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lovewillthaw-j · 1 year

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Casita's birth and rebirth

#casita madrigal #Encanto #encantoedit #disney encanto #encanto disney #disneyfeverdaily #disneyedit #disneynetwork #disneydaily #disneygifsdaily #fyeahdisney #animated disney gifs #Disneyfilms #filmtvcentral #tvfilmdaily #dailyanimatedgifs #animationsdaily #Filmgifs #Moviegifs

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encantoisawesome · 1 year

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sup guys, encantoisawesome here

i just wanted to wish everyone a happy new year and thank you so so SO much for the love and support you guys gave me from the very start of this blog. honestly cant thank you guys enough for that and i cant tell you enough how much i love you guys

you guys are awesome

i wish all of you a happy new year in 2023

#encanto #i love you guys #casita #casita madrigal #encanto casita #if anyone wants any screenshots of encanto feel free to ask #if anyone has any catrigal art requests feel free to ask #if anyone ever wants to talk i am here #my ask box is always open #once again i love you guys and thank you for your support

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captaintrips9 · 9 months

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Felix, arguing with Pepa: You know what? You're just like your--hold on, Bruno's texting me.

Bruno: do not finish that sentence

Bruno: felix please i love this house i'd like to keep living in it

Felix:

Felix: Pepi, mi amor, light of my life, have I told you lately how much I love you?

#encanto #encanto incorrect quotes #inccorect quotes #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #casita #texting

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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years

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Encantober Day 1

Caterpillar

“Casita! Casita look!”

A curious squeak came from the colorful home, its tiles rising up in welcome as she waved a shutter at the boy who came trotting toward her. He had something in his hands, cupped gently so as not to jostle it too much. The sight made her happy. Antonio was such a gentle child, always careful of the other living creatures around him and ever so eager to learn about them. The fact that he seemed to enjoy showing her the new things he found was something of an entertainment to the home, one that never got old.

“Look! I found a Hanno caterpillar!” The boy carefully held his hands up to display the tiny yellow insect with pride, showing his home as if he had found the greatest treasure in the world. Of course to him it probably felt that way, so of course Casita responded as such.

The house put up a flourish of tiles, the shutters flapping open and shut in a round of applause for the boy and his prize as Antonio giggled at her antics.

“Hey Casita, listen.” As the boy sat down in a little divet in the earth right next to her wall, the home fell silent and still, waiting to hear what he had to share with her today.

“So Mami got me this book that shows me all the different bugs, right? And this was one of them! They’re super hard to find though because they’re so small and they kinda blend in with the plant’s they like to eat, but I found one!” He was beaming from ear to ear as he watched the caterpillar inch its way up his arm.

“Anyway, so these guys turn into the Hanno butterflies and guess what… They’re blue! Isn’t that cool? They go from this pretty yellow color to a blue! And they do that during their met… meta…” The house squeaked out a curious noise as the boy’s brow scrunched up. It took him a few more moments before he was grinning again.

“Metamorphosis! That’s what the book called it. Mami says that they make this shell thing and they sleep for a couple of weeks and when they wake up they have wings. They turn into butterflies! It’s so neat!”

Listening to the boy talk about his little caterpillar made the house happy, not just because he was so excited himself, but because he still chose to share. He was the youngest of the Madrigals after all, the smallest of the family. With no gift to take him to town he was able to spend his days as he wished, and somehow she was lucky enough that he wished to spend them with her.

“Tonito? You out her hombrecito?”

Well, her and her Mirabel. It was a simple thing for the home to shift her tiles, and the girl was so used to it that she was hardly ever surprised by the movement. It took seconds before Mirabel was outside, giggling and smiling and steadying herself as she stepped onto the grass to spy her little cousin.

Mirabel was another sharer. She spent her days a little differently than the youngest member of the family, but still she delighted in offering up her fabrics and thread for Casita to see. Of course these two would be close. They had all the time for their hobbies and so much to say about them and sometimes you needed more than a house to talk to, even if that house happened to be an excellent listener.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” The girl came over to kneel down in the grass, her eyes bright as she looked at the caterpillar the boy had transferred to his opposite hand.

“It’s a Hanno blue! Well… it's the beginning of one anyway.” The two grinned as they continued to watch, Mirabel settling in with a content sigh.

“Hey, are you excited?” The words had the boy confused for only a second before his excitement seemed to drain from him, his smile not nearly as bright as before. Casita didn’t like that.

“Yeah, I guess so…” Now it was Mirabel's turn to offer him the confused look, her brow arching slightly as she leaned forward.

“You just guess?” A nod was the only thing the boy offered as the home squeaked out its own worried sound. He wasn’t excited, he was nervous. She knew that because he shared so much with her. It wasn’t what she was hoping for.

All of her other children had been at least a little bit excited, happy, ecstatic. Except for maybe one… Even Mirabel, as nervous as she was, had been ready to take that plunge. Until it had led her down a different path… But Antonio was afraid.

“You know..” Everything stopped for a moment as Mirabel spoke, even Casita listened intently. “.. It’s okay if you're nervous.” The girl smiled at the boy, soft and reassuring.

“I bet your little Hanno there is nervous, too.” That had Antonio looking at his caterpillar, his eyes widening a bit as he considered that.

“You think so?” The girl gave a nod as she looked into those hopeful eyes of his.

“Yep. He has to go through a whole metamorphosis right? He has to make the cocoon and melt-”

“Wait! He melts!?” That had the boy's attention. Mirabel always did know how to get his attention.

“He sure does! He sits in that pod and he melts into goo, and after he’s done he has to reform himself back into a different bug, only this time with wings!” The little awed look on the boy's face and the whispered ‘wow’ even had Casita fascinated by the information.

“And then, after all that work he still has to push his way out of the shell and spread his new wings to dry before he even gets the chance to fly. BUT he still gets the chance, and so will you, Tonito.”

Antonio has to take a breath, his eyes casting back down at the bug in amazement before the worry moves in again and furrows his brow. Casita can feel him leaning against her wall, his weight pressing against boards she hardly ever uses. She tries now, picking one up to gently nudge at his foot, her shutter offering a forlorn creak.

“What.. what if it doesn’t work…” The boy's voice is hardly a whisper now, his fear keeping his words from reaching anyone’s ears they shouldn't.

This is his worry? That he will not get a gift? Of course he will get one, he is one of her’s, he is a Madrigal, he is her family. Everyone gets a gift. But of course… of course this would be his worry because they still don’t think everyone has a gift. Because they can’t see Mirabel’s gift. Oh if only the home had the words to scream, she would do so right now her frustration is so great.

“Antonio. You don’t have to worry about that.” Mirabel. Mirabel will tell him. She will make this right.

“I know it’s scary to think about, but you don’t have to worry. You have a wonderful amazing family who is gonna love you no matter what happens. You know that, right?” The boy looks up to her, his eyes brimming slightly with tears that he hasn’t let fall.

“You have your Mami and Papi who want nothing but your happiness, you have an older sister who will make sure you stay safe, and a stinky older brother,” She makes a show of pinching her nose and scrunching her face up to get a little giggle from the boy. “ who would do anything to put a smile on your face.” Seeing the little smile she managed to get out of him makes her smile just a little softer. “And you have me. I’m always here if you need me.”

“Promise?” The boy holds up his hand, his pinky raised in an offer.

“Promise.” The two link their fingers, a smile passing between them as they let their hands fall apart once again.

“Besides, Casita won’t let you go without a gift, will you Casita?”

The house gives a single squeak of agreement. Yes. Antonio will get a gift, of that she will make sure. The past gifts have always been something to help her family. They’ve been used in unexpected ways, but they are being used to help as she had always intended, and to a greater scale.

This time though, she does not wish to help. She has put her littlest member through worry and fear, something she never had intended. The elder members can help if they wish, but she wants to give him something for him, this boy who has shared so much of his life with her. She wants to give him friends. He has so few of the two legged youngsters that he plays with, he’s too shy to talk with them, but he talks with nearly every creature of fur and feather, hoof and claw. When he isn’t talking with Casita herself, he is playing and talking with the animals.

That is what she will give him. Everyone deserves to have friends that can talk with you.

“Thanks Mira.. I think I feel a little better.” His voice has already started to strengthen, though he still hasn’t gained his excitement volume yet. “Hey, do you think the Hanno will be in a chrysalis by the time my birthday comes?”

“He should be, maybe we can be here to greet him when he comes out. Then we can see him as his new butterfly self.”

“Yeah! Casita, can you watch him? Could he make his chrysalis here with you?”

This is an easy yes for the house. Her shutter opens carefully and a board beacons him forward. It’s an easy transfer, the little caterpillar inching its way onto the smooth wood of the shutter. As long as Casita remembers it’s there all should be good.

“Thanks Casita, you’re the best.” The warmth of the little body pressing against the outer corner of bricks has the home happily shimmying its foliage and causing a few colorful petals to fall on the children.

“Come on Tonio, let’s go find the snacks before your hermano get’s home. I happen to know there’s some cake stashed away somewhere and I want it.”

The laughter that trails inside is exactly as it should be, happy. No worry, no fear. Just as Casita has always wanted it to be.

#encantober #encanto #caterpillar #casita madrigal #casita #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #I barely made it but heres my submission!!!!

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