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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year

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A Place of Wonder (for all)

The Encanto is a place of wonder. For all. Period. Full stop.

Alma Madrigal won’t tolerate any less.

Alma is awoken by an abrupt banging coming from the front of her house. She shoots up, looking around the room blearily. It’s pitch dark out, the only source of light she can see coming from the miracle candle and the church. Someone was knocking on the door. She slipped her feet into the slippers Casita had waiting and picked up her shawl.

“Casita, who is it?” Alma inquired through a yawn. Casita rattled back that it was the priest, the Gonzales father and son, and Simon Ágular.

Alma felt her eyebrows turn inward. It was an eclectic grouping, one where the only connections she can think of being the two teenage boys, Simon and José. They don’t live near one another, nor near the church, so it’s unlikely all of them just happened to be coming to tell her about the same emergency in a neighborhood. What they could need her for otherwise at this time of night she can hardly imagine.

As she descends the stairs, the banging at the door gets louder and she sends up a quick thanks to Pedro that Casita can selectively soundproof the childrens rooms. They were only seven and if she didn’t need to involve them in this, then she certainly wouldn’t.

She draws her shawl closer to her chest and sucks in a deep breath. She puts on what she hopes is a face of confidence. Which is immediately lost as she opens the door and takes in her night time visitors.

“Hol-AHH, Simon your face!” The fifteen year old is clutching his face with both hands, blood pouring through the cracks in his fingers and coating everywhere else Alma could see. He had a cut right above his left eye and a broken nose. She held up a finger to signal wait and went to run back inside for an emergency healing candy courtesy of Julieta.

Before she could move to do so, Manuel Gonzales shouted out. “ALMA, Stop! This maricón deserves everything that’s been done to him.” He shakes Simons sleeve as he says it and it’s then Alma noticed the vice grips he has on Simon’s collar and Jose’s wrist. Alma had turned halfway and feels ice shoot down her spine. She stops cold.

No.

Not here.

Not now.

Not again.

She won’t let this happen in the Encanto.

With venom in her voice, she calmly says, “Release your grip on those boys and explain.”

Manuel goes on to tell her how he’d gotten up for a glass of water and noticed he couldn’t hear José snoring. When he wasn’t in bed, he went to look for him and found his son behind the bakery with Simon in the middle of an… intimate act. Manuel had started to beat them both, with Simon taking the brunt of it, when the Priest heard the commotion. He’d insisted that violence wasn’t for Manuel to decide upon and that they take this to Alma’s attention.

Alma is grateful that he did. From the state of Simon, Manuel would’ve killed him. From the hate in his eyes and in his words, he would’ve killed them both if given the chance.

Alma gives the man a decisive nod. “I see.” She turns to the Priest, “Padre, Manuel, may I speak with you a moment? Niños, go grab yourselves healing candies from the jar in the kitchen. Casita will show you.” Her tone didn’t leave room for questions.

At the permission to leave, the two teenagers practically sprint their way toward the kitchen, though she notes a limp in Jose’s step.

She turns back to the men before her. Alma is… terrified right now. But she knows she needs to do this. For Simon, for Jose, for herself, and for anyone else in the Encanto that may be like them.

_______

Alma is sixteen years old. She and her best friend Pilar spend almost all their time together.

They’ve been friends since they were eleven and Alma just thinks that Pilar is everything she wishes she was.

Recently, all of their conversations have turned to boys and kissing. Neither have gotten their first kiss yet, but are hoping to be courted soon.

Mostly though, Alma just wants to get her first kiss over with. After all, what if she’s terrible? Shouldn’t she, like, practice?

That idea had been ruminating in her head for months now. That if she could just practice kissing with someone she trusts, it wouldn’t be so scary, and maybe she would even have the courage to talk to some boys .

Except, the problem is there, that I don’t have any boys that I even talk to let alone TRUST enough to be my first kiss. It’d be so much easier if I could just kiss Pilar.

Alma feels electricity race down her skin.

Wait a minute. Why don’t I just kiss Pilar? It’s not like it’d have to mean anything, neither of us are like that, but we could get things out of the way, give one another tips! Yea, I could, I could kiss Pilar!

Once the idea is in her head, she can’t get it out. It’s all she thinks about now every time she’s with Pilar. She can’t help it. Pilar is just so cool and petite and pretty and her hair is so nice and she’s so funny and anyone would be lucky to kiss her. Her lips look so soft.

She can actually feel her heartbeat pound in her throat the day she decides she’s going to say something— for real this time.

“Hey, um, Pilar?” Pilar looks over at her and Alma can feel her knees go weak at her rich chocolate eyes.

“Yea?”

“Do you, um, maybe want to practice kissing? Like, with eachother” Pilar’s eyes widen in shock, disgust? Alma cringes back at the thought and starts trying to backtrack, talking as fast as her mouth will move.

“JusttogetitoveriwthImean, itdoesn’thavetomeananythingandthenwedknowwhattodoandifyoudontwanttooforgetIsaidanythingand—“ Alma was cut off by lips crashing into her own.

Oh.

OH.

I am like that.

She freezes, her face scrunched up in shock. Pilar pulls back after a beat, shame on her face. “Alma, I’m so sorry, I—“

Of their own accord, Alma’s hands come to cup the sides of Pilar’s face, dragging her lips back to her own.

_______

They continue on like that for a while, a few months of happiness, but also a lot of stress, in a young secret romance.

But like all good things in her life, it had to come to an end.

Pilar’s mother came home early from her errands. She caught them in her room kissing. Pilar shoved Alma off and called her a tortillera.

When Alma’s tía, her only family left at that point, heard what happened, she said she’d kill Alma herself if she saw her again. Pilar blamed it all on Alma, said that she’d forced herself on her and that Pilar had been trying to fight back. Alma got the shit kicked out of her by her own blood. She was given ten minutes to pack a bag and said if she was still in the house her aunt was getting the gun.

So she ran.

She ran until her feet were bloody and her clothing falling apart, ran until she had put that whole town, put that heartbreak, put those people she never wanted to think about again behind her.

Except here was a boy almost exactly like her.

Being punished for the way that he loves.

She’s fairly certain the Padre will be on her side. His teachings all have to do with loving your neighbors and helping one another. She can’t imagine he’d condone what Manuel is. It’s the only reason she’s able to get these words out.

“Perdóname Manuel, but I believe there’s been some kind of misunderstanding.” She steps out the door of Casita and shuts it behind her, placing a firm barricade and sturdy defender between him and the boys.

Her looks at her with clear shock and disgust on her face. “Oh, Alma, don’t tell me you sympathize with those freaks? Padre, back me up here!”

The priests eyes dart between the two. “Lo siento, but Alma is right. It is not up to us to judge. That is God’s job, and he loves us all.”

She draws her shoulders up in indignation. “And for the record, those freaks have more love in their hearts than you will ever possess. If this is how you are going to behave, then I do not think it unfair to ask you leave my Encanto.”

Manuel’s jaw drops. “You can’t be serious? You’re kicking me out? For some mamóns?”

Alma can’t contain herself. She rears back her leg and knees him in the crotch.

Manuel crumples. She leans into his face. “Sí, I am. Now you have two days to get yourself sorted and leave. Otherwise, well…” Alma lowers her voice to a whisper. “not many people know this but Julieta can do more than heal.” She releases his shoulder and let’s him go the rest of the way to the ground.

The Padre offers her a blessing after she reassured him that she’ll look after José and Simon tonight.

After all, this is an Encanto, and they have to look out for one another

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto ao3 #ao3 #encanto au #archive of our own #casita #Alma madrigal #young alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #young abuela madrigal #bisexual Alma madrigal #the Encanto is an LGBTQ+ safe haven #this is the reasoning why!!#lgbtq characters #lgbtq fanfic #encanto queer fanfic

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foggyfanfic · 8 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Story Summary: Ever since her gift ceremony, Mirabel hasn't been allowed to do anything by herself. Which is fine, she's fine, she gets it. Mirabel is the miracles back up plan if anything goes wrong, she understands completely why her Abuela is so protective of her. And she's honored, really, to have been chosen for something so important. However. When she overhears her Tio Bruno and his wife talking about secret cracks, and discovers a hidden passage in the walls, Mirabel jumps at the chance to do something without her cousins being roped in to help her. (Can be read as a stand alone, or as a sequel to Love and Fury).

Or: Jared Bush said that things would have been very different if Bruno had had a solid relationship when he had Mirabel's vision. So this is how the movie might have gone if he had a wife and kids.

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Prologue: Mirabel's not Having a Good Brithday

Julieta paced back and forth at the base of Bruno’s tower. There was no way she had the energy to climb all those stairs after the night she’d had, but she was also too antsy to wait in the airy tent Bruno usually held story time in.

She didn’t understand what happened last night. How could Mirabel not get a gift? Even Bruno’s son had gotten a gift and all of Bruno’s kids were adopted.

Not that that made them any less a part of the family, of course, but it did make Mirabel’s lack of gift all the more confusing. There was a horrible part of Julieta that wondered if little Gabriel had somehow stolen the magic meant for her daughter. Unintentionally, of course, she knew her sweet little nephew would never do such a thing on purpose, but…

She sighed, for neither the first nor last time that day.

Even if Gabriel had gotten the magic meant for Mirabel, that still wouldn’t explain why, or how this happened. And he was just as much a part of the family as any of the other kids, he had just as much right to the miracle as the rest of them.

But why didn’t her daughter get a gift?

Faintly, she heard a large door creak open, the groan of heavy wood parting with the stone doorway echoing off the canyon walls.

Julieta looked up at the rope and wood bridge, waiting.

Her Má had of course wanted a vision from Bruno as soon as the party was over. Thankfully, Bruno’s wife, Leandra, had been able to divert Alma’s attention to reassuring the villagers, while Pepa and Félix comforted the other kids. So Bruno had spent the night with Julieta and Agustín, comforting Mirabel or helping to distract the other children as needed.

There was no putting their Má off forever though, and as soon as Bruno had run out of excuses (and Leandra out of distractions) he was ushered up to his tower.

Where he was taking his damn sweet time.

Julieta huffed and shifted her weight from one foot to another, continuing to watch the bridge. Eventually, they walked across it, Leandra holding the vision and Bruno flinging his hands about in his usual way as he spoke.

His words didn’t carry down to Julieta, but the tension in his voice did.

Leandra rushed down the stairs, quickly pulling ahead of Bruno. She gave Julieta a tight smile, but passed her by with the vision in hand.

“Bruno will explain everything,” Leandra said, in a single breath as she all but jogged by. Julieta didn’t get the chance to even open her mouth to protest.

She sighed again and turned back to Bruno.

Who was still taking his damn sweet time.

“Ay, Bruno por favor,” she shouted up at him, “hurry up, my nerves are frayed as it is.”

“Right, right, right,” she heard him say, although not loud enough that she thought he might be saying it to her. It didn’t matter though because he did pick up the pace, soon she could hear his sandals slapping against the stone steps. When he finally got to her he stared at her, wringing his hands.

Julieta looked at him expectantly.

“It’s not Mirabel’s fault,” Bruno blurted.

“Of course not,” Julieta agreed immediately, “what isn’t Mirabel’s fault? Her not getting a gift, or-?”

“Or,” Bruno answered, with a nervous little chuckle.

“Bruno,” she groaned, about to mention again how nervous she already was.

“Right, yes, right, sorry,” Bruno held up his hands, a silent plea for patience she didn’t have, “somethings happening to the miracle, it’s not Mirabel’s fault, but she is at the center of it. I think.”

“Y-you think? What’s happening to the miracle? Why-?”

“I don’t know,” Bruno shook his head, wringing his fingers, “this vision, it was, it was different Juli. There was no one answer, no clear path. Literally all I know for sure is that something is happening to the miracle and Mirabel is probably at the center of it.”

Julieta absorbed this very vague and ominous statement then faintly asked, “Where is Leandra going?”

Bruno flinched, “To uh, to lie to Má about it.”

“What?!”

“Juli, it’s me we’re talking about, people always expect the worst from my visions, a-and if they see the one I just had… we need a plan,” Bruno sighed, at first looking tired, then he stood up straight, an increasingly rare occurrence, “we need to make sure people don’t blame Mirabel for whatever is about to happen.”

Julieta opened her mouth, then closed it, and nodded, “Fine, alright. So, what’s the official story?”

—

“-Bruno wasn’t able to see what exactly is going to happen to the miracle, but he did see this,” Leandra held the vision up to Alma, so that it showed the house in its broken state.

Alma gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

“Wait, watch,” Leandra breathed, then shifted the tablet just a little so the house seemed to repair itself, “whatever’s coming, the miracle is ready to fix itself.”

Alma breathed out a long sigh of relief, “And what is Mirabel’s part in all this?”

Leandra swallowed her guilt, looked Alma in the eye, and said, “She is a backup reservoir for the magic. See, the miracle will need her there in order to fix itself. The miracle didn’t skip her, instead of giving her a gift it stored some of itself in her.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, she tried to reassure herself, in fact it might even be true. It was Bruno’s top theory of what the vision meant. So technically she wasn’t lying to her mother in law, she was just… potentially wrong.

Alma slowly took the tablet from her hands, shifting it back and forth. Leandra watched her, reminding herself over and over that this was for Mirabel. Being married to Bruno had taught Leandra exactly how damning a bad reputation could be, how hard it was to escape such things. It didn’t matter how hard she campaigned for him, what changes he made, or how many children showed up to his weekly story time. He would always be Bad Luck Bruno to half the village.

They couldn’t let the same thing happen to Mirabel.

All the same, she hated (potentially) lying to her mother in law. Leandra looked up to Alma, she admired her, and she felt a great deal of sympathy for everything Alma had faced. And that wasn’t even touching on how grateful Leandra was.

Alma was always one of the most ardent protectors of Leandra’s children, nobody was allowed to so much as imply that Leandra and Bruno’s kids weren’t real Madrigals, not if there was anything Alma could say about it. It was already so hard to reassure Gabriel that he was welcome in the family, if they hadn’t had Alma’s staunch support, Leandra wasn’t sure they would have gotten this far.

And now Leandra was lying to Alma. Through her teeth.

Maybe.

“Of course it's Mirabel,” Alma suddenly chuckled, “that sweet girl could hold the whole world in her heart.”

“She really could,” Leandra agreed, wholeheartedly.

Bruno’s second most likely theory was that Mirabel was going to do something to fix whatever was happening, and Leandra had come up with plenty of half truths that would have convinced Alma of that fact despite how damning the vision looked. And she would have used those half truths, if not for Luisa, Julieta, and Bruno himself.

It was something her, Félix, and Agustín often grumbled about, how much pressure their spouses and children faced from the village. And from Alma.

It was too late to save the others, but not Mirabel.

So, she and Bruno had decided to cast Mirabel in a passive role. It was true she could turn out to be the hero of this piece, but she shouldn’t have to be forced into it. She shouldn’t have to spend her whole life on her toes, devoting her entire existence to one day doing what the village expected.

Mirabel deserved the chance to just… be a kid.

Alma sobered, “So the miracle is in danger?”

“Sí, but we don’t know from what,” Leandra sighed and shook her head, “just that as long as Mirabel is safe, there’s hope of the miracle healing itself.”

Alma nodded, “Good. Now come, sit with me. We need to figure out what we’ll tell the village. The last thing we want is for them to panic.”

—

“Agustín, mi amor,” Tía Julieta greeted her husband with a kiss on the cheek, “how much do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Tío Agustín answered immediately, “why?”

“And what would you do to keep our daughter safe?”

“Anything, why? Juli, what’s happening?”

Tía Julietta sighed, “I can’t tell you everything.”

“What? Why not,” his frown was audible through his tone.

“Because you are terrible at keeping secrets, and that’s exactly what we need to do to keep Mirabel safe,” Tía said.

“Ah. I see. What sort of secret?”

“The official story for last night is that the miracle has stored a piece of itself away in Mirabel’s heart in case it is ever in danger,” there was a pause, “the official story.”

“Right. And I take it there is an unofficial story?”

“Sí, and the fewer people know, the better.”

Tío Agustín sighed very deeply, “Will I get to hear it someday?”

“Sí, we think about ten years from now,” Tía Julietta’s voice was muffled, hands scraped up and down over fabric. They were probably hugging.

“Ten years,” he breathed, then sighed again, “I can wait ten years. For our daughter.”

There was a pause, then Tía Julieta began to sniffle, “Ay, sorry, sorry, I’m just so-. I am so many things right now, one of them being in love with you and another being incredibly grateful my children have you as a father.”

Lips pressed against smooth skin and smacked very quietly, “No need to apologize mi amor, we’re both very tired. And I’m certainly not about to complain about you being in love with me.”

They devolved into gross, cuddly talk after that, so Dolores tuned them out in favor of listening to Tía Leandra help Alma come up with a lie to cover the Official Story, that was also, apparently, covering the Unofficial Story.

If it weren’t involving her family, she would say this was almost as good as one of Tío Bruno’s stories.

#mirabel madrigal #Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Encanto fanfic #Encanto AU #will include both a queer Isabela and a queer Bruno #so just in case anybody has that blacklisted #queer madrigals #I'm going to hurry up and queue the other chapters because I want to brag about the brilliant idea I came up with for Bruno and Isabela

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sesamestreet47 · 2 years

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What I think are the Madrigals’ sexualities, gender identities etc.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!

sorry for inactivity, i’ve had a massive writer’s block plus no time to write

i’m still here and i’m still very much an Encanto fan, but i’m trying not to put so much pressure on myself, i’ll write when i’ll write, some stories are in the making and if it goes well they’ll be finished very soon

for now enjoy some headcannons of my favorite fruity family<3

keep in mind these are all just my opinions, you can disagree, but be kind

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

BRUNO

he’s giving me very aroace vibes

either that or demiromantic asexual

he/him pronouns

PEPA

bisexual (no preference) for sure

she’s the type of woman to have multiple girlfriends in her twenties

biromantic

she/her pronouns

JULIETA

demisexual

bisexual with a preference for men

she/her pronouns

AGUSTÍN

heterosexual

biromantic maybe, i could see that

he/him pronouns mainly, i don’t think he’d mind if you used different pronouns

FÉLIX

pansexual, he just vibes with people

panromantic

he/him pronouns

ISABELA

lesbian

aromantic

she/her pronuons

DOLORES

demisexual

omnisexual with a preference for men

she/her pronouns

LUISA

homosexual

biromantic

demigirl

she/they pronouns, she more than they

CAMILO

pansexual

panromantic

genderfluid, all pronouns, mainly they/them & he/him

MIRABEL

bisexual (canon, i think) with a slight preference for girls

panromantic

she/her pronouns, doesn’t mind they/them

ANTONIO

i feel like he will vibe with everyone in the future, similarly to his father

for now he’s just chilling, you know

he/they pronouns, he more than they

ALMA

heterosexual

heteroromantic, could be biromantic

she/her pronouns

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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Please send me one! 😉

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astriiformes · 1 year

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I want to make it clear that I mean this 100% lovingly and unironically, but the best comment anyone has left on the trans Caleb fic so far is the person saying they're excited to read it because they really enjoyed The Crucible in their literature class.

First because it has immense "If you enjoyed Encanto, have you considered reading One Hundred Years of Solitude?" energy, but in reverse -- If you enjoyed Arthur Miller's classic 1953 play that got him put in front of the House Committee on Un-American Activities, have you considered reading a fanfic interpreting an extremely minor background character in Disney's The Owl House (2020-2023) as transgender? -- which is funny and great, but also because if you prod at all beneath the surface, there is an actual interesting thesis lurking down there about modern (20th vs 21st century) portrayals of the witch trials and the respective contemporary events they are interrogating. Like hm I wonder if perhaps the 1950s work interrogating McCarthyism via Salem and the 2020s one that places its Puritan villain opposite a decidedly queer cast of main characters in a series that very intentionally associates its witches with queerness and acceptance of "weirdos" (in this, the political climate of 2022; I saw Goody Proctor using the wrong restroom, etc etc) are perhaps actually doing something similar vis-à-vis cultural commentary. Even if one of them is on the Disney channel, that doesn't necessarily keep it from saying something about the zeitgeist.

(And like, I have thought vaguely about this before, I wrote a short essay about The Owl House, the irony of TERFs crying out about "witch hunts," & Silvia Federici's extremely political scholarship on the witch trials for a midterm in a cultural studies class last year, but some other gears are amusingly turning in my head now. I love themes and media.)

#f: us weirdos have to stick together

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strangestcase · 11 months

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tw for mentions of child abuse, incest and kidnapping.

god, the Encanto fandom is pissing me off again

I mean most people are fine like "Ok Modern AU where everyone is gay/bi and repressed and live an apartment complex" Or what if it's the same setting but Julieta is trans and her daughters are adopted and Mirabel thinks that's why she doesn't have a gift even thought Luisa and Isabela are adopted too" or "Beauty and the Beast AU where one of the family members is a monster and Mirabel connects with them and they save the magic together" (understandably this is a subgenre of fanfic) "What if one of the grandkids gets kidnapped and then rescued" (this is a subgenre for some reason).

But between the erasure of Latin heritage, misunderstanding of Colombian and Colombian Indigenous culture, colorism and all the incest. The Incest. I....can't

As a person who is writing a trilogy where Bruno has to save first his family and then the world all while being a neurodivergent mess, I take every "what if Bruno was an evil child abuser" AU very personally.

I think it's also because he reminds me of MY uncle who actually is trans and bi and the stereotype of "your creepy gay/bi/trans uncle groomed you and now you're queer too" cuts way too deep for me.

Ough. Sorry to hear that

the Encanto fandom has always been... bad since day one.

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textsfromthefifthbasement · 1 year

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Fanfiction Masterlist

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Marvel Cinematic Universe (Falcon and the Winter Soldier)--Sam/Bucky

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Phantom of the Opera--Gen

Angel of Death

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Phantom of the Opera--Erik/Christine

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Offer Up Your Daughters

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Hellfire

Christine is going through a stressful senior year of high school. When she fails to make it on the school's orchestra, that stress comes to a head and she decides to do something about it. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. T, 2107 words.

Help Me Say Goodbye

Christine's thoughts during the Final Lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #25, to say goodbye. G, 503 words.

In the Morning

The morning after Christine and Erik sleep together goes very differently. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #2, With Relief. G, 597 words.

In Your Skin and Bone and Blood

Ten years after the events in the final lair, Christine is a single mother working as a violinist when people from her past begin to enter her life again. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. G, 1359 words.

Mending

Christine finds Erik after the Final Lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #5, With an Apology. G, 783 words.

Merry Crimes

While waiting on a flight back home for Christmas, Christine joins Sorelli, Meg, and Erika in town. But then, an unfortunate incident with the mayor leads them to take shelter in a mysterious bakery. Takes place between the final chapter and the epilogue of Offer Up Your Daughters. Genderbent Erik. T, 1951 words.

Night Terrors

Gustave wakes up after having a nightmare. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Written for prompt #16, After a Nightmare. G, 319 words.

The Ones She Had Lost and the Ones She Had Found

Ten years after the incident at the opera house, Christine returns for a performance. Written for Lovetober 2022. G, 1355 words.

Red Rope

Erik and Christine experiment with his red rope and shibari. E, 654 words.

The Saints Can’t Help Me Now

For years, no performance was held in the Palais Garner on a full moon. When the new managers change that policy, disaster strikes. The Werewolf AU probably no one was asking for but here it is. Written for Lovetober 2022. T, 1816 words, Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings.

Stray

Christine comes down with the flu and comes up with an idea of how to bond with Ayesha. Originally submitted to @a-partofthenarrative's 13 Nights of Halloween event on tumblr. G, 709 words.

Sweet Music’s Throne

Christine ties Erik to his throne and has her way with him. E, 613 words.

Unspoken Secrets

While staying at Erik's house by the underground lake, Christine stumbles across some of Erik's sketches. G, 1435 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Erik/Christine/Raoul

All This Devotion

After Christine kisses him, Erik spares Raoul. But now the boy is sick, and neither he nor Christine can go anywhere. Written for Whumptober 2022. G, 1218 words.

A New Life

The final lair takes an unexpected turn. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. G, 453 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Erik/Christine/Meg

Fine As We Are but We Want More

When Christine comes to New York, Meg wishes to tell her that she loves her, but is afraid to do so and believes it's too late when she sees Christine kiss Erik. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023 and Multiamory March 2023. G, 1053 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Erik/Meg

Before We Get Too Old

A year after Christine left Coney Island with her husband and son, Meg and Erik are both left still picking up the pieces after her return. T, 1045 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Erik/Raoul

Fear Can Turn to Love

After the final lair, Raoul returns to settle things. Pairing: E/R. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. E, 746 words.

Can’t Let Go

After Erik lets Raoul and Christine go, Raoul can't get him out of his mind. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. G, 100 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Meg/Christine

Quiet Hours

Christine and Meg snuggle in bed. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. G, 145 words.

The Truth You Can’t Hide

A heat wave is rolling through Paris. Meg and Christine go buy ice cream to keep cool. Written for POTO Fluff Week 2022. G, 615 words.

New Ballet Shoes

Meg's feet are sore after getting new en point shoes. Christine tries to help. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. G, 100 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Pharoga

Best Laid Plans

Erik and Nadir's escape from Persia goes horribly wrong. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #18, Because You Are Dying. T, 741 words.

I Don’t Care if You’re Lying

At night, Erik and Nadir spend time together in Nadir's bedroom in Persia. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. E, 503 words.

Loneliness

Nadir cares for Erik after he is injured in Persia. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. G, 211 words.

No Way Out

Nadir is summoned to see the Little Sultana. Written for Whumptober 2022. T, 565 words.

Old Friends

After ten years, Nadir reunites with Erik in the midst of the chaos of the semaine sanglante. Refreshed date to 05/21/2022 for the Paris Commune Week. Written for POTO Queer Week 2022. G, 808 words.

Setting Fire to Our Insides for Fun

Several weeks after Erik lets Christine go, Nadir gets worried and goes to check on Erik. Written for POTO Queer Week 2023. T, 592 words.

Phantom of the Opera--Raoul/Christine

The Child

After the incident at the Palais Garnier, Christine and Raoul disappeared into the forests of the North. But they did not live happily ever after. For POTO Dark Week 2021. T, 899 words, Major Character Death warning.

The Morning After

Christine's thoughts the morning after the final lair. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #14, On a Bruise. G, 311 words.

A New Day

After the chandelier crash, Christine and Raoul get away from the opera house for the evening. Was a submission for Day 4 of Raoulstine Week. G, 410 words.

A Secret Engagement

Several months after the chandelier crash, Christine spends Christmas with the de Chagny family and must come to terms with her emotions towards both Raoul and Erik. Written for Timebird84's 2021 Advent Calendar. G, 773 words.

To the Rooftop

Raoul's thoughts as he follows Christine to the rooftop. Originally written in 2021 as part of the Touch Prompts on tumblr. Based on prompt #8, To Protect. G, 308 words.

Star Wars--Gen

Breaking Out

Star Wars fanfic. After Luke is captured, he has an unexpected rescuer. Written for Whumptober 2022. G, 680 words.

Hiding

Star Wars fanfic. After escaping Zygerria, Anakin starts thinking about what has happened to him. Written for Whumptober 2022. T, 311 words.

Star Wars--Anidala

Stargazing

Star Wars fanfic. Anakin and Padme watch the stars on Naboo. Written for Lovetober 2022. G, 228 words.

Star Wars--Obikin

The Third Option

Star Wars fanfic. Obi-Wan's confrontation of Vader in the season finale goes a bit differently. Written for Whumptober 2022. G, 384 words.

Stranger Things--Eddissy

Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight

Stranger Things fanfic. Chrissy doesn’t want to go home tonight. Instead, she meets Eddie at his trailer. Written for Lovetober 2022. G, 1137 words.

The Witcher--Gen

Undo this Storm

Witcher fanfic. Geralt comforts Ciri after what happen at Kaer Morhen. Written for Lovetober 2022. G, 180 words.

#fanfic masterlist #e/c #pharoga #rerik #megstine #r/c

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the-resurrection-3d · 1 year

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rambling thoughts on the finale now that I've watched it again (spoilers, of course)

Even as I was watching initially on the discord, I was shocked by how quickly things were going by -- Luz gets murked not even 25 minutes in, for instance. I've been thinking over the series's cancellation -- I've seen it argued Dana should have cut more stuff out, but in fairness, it's hard having to make drastic cuts in a short amount of time, especially when cutting out certain characters would have meant redoing plot elements, not to mention skipping over or rewriting entire characters' backstories.

I think about Luca vs Encanto -- Luca had a lot of ideas pulled out, whereas Encanto very obviously tried to cram an entire mini-series into one movie. I like Luca better than Encanto for a bunch of different reasons, but I have to ask, Should you try to tell a simpler story better or a truncated story as best as you can? The answer seems apparent, but there is something to be said about Dana putting as much as she could on the table and all but outright asking fans to enjoy rebuilding her vision in their own. It's one thing when certain characters and ideas can be taken and made their own standalone stories, but not everything can, and given the state of the animation industry, the chances of that new show happening would've been slim, anyway.

A show like The Owl House -- a queer story cut short by a company that funded homophobic politicians while chasing woke brownie points for good publicity -- feels like the best-use case for Jenkins's idea of fanfic as repairing culture, as fans are now left to take this obviously compromised text and show our love by doing the reparative work of trying to fill in the cracks. Even if you don't engage with the fandom much, your perception of the text is still informed by these cuts, so there really isn't a reason not to think of the show as the sum of its canon and your own reparative fandom experience.

I compare TOH to SU a lot in my head, and the reason I'm willing to be so forgiving towards TOH for having a lot of dropped threads and blank spots is because, unlike SU/SUF, I don't feel like the creators wasted their time. Arguably there are episodes in season one that can be cut, but it's nothing like SU, which spent just so many episodes across every season prioritizing Steven's relationships to the humans in Beach City and neglecting its actual main cast, only for SUF to then stand up and admit it was all for fucking nothing.

Speaking of SU, though, the Collector fucking off back "to the stars" at the end gave me similar vibes to Spinel leaving with the Diamonds, though I will give SU the point here. Literally why is the Collector leaving when they've just NOW found a support system and friends? When their powers would be immensely helpful for rebuilding the Boiling Isles? "to the stars" TO SEE WHAT. WHOM. even on my first watch I thought this was fucking lame.

My main issue is that I felt like there was a big Belos-Luz beat missing, especially when their confrontation in the throne room was just him saying "oh you can't beat me." I would have rewritten that line, at least. I needed just a little extra, especially since he ended TTT with telling Luz he's doing this "for the good of [her] soul." I loved the death scene though (he's so mentally ill <3), as well as Arin Hanson's Titansona responding to Luz asking if they're "just as bad" as Belos with "do you smoke crack?"

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straightasacirclestuff · 2 years

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Gays, I think we should work harder

#luisa madrigal #Luisa x reader #lesbian #queer #Luisa madrigal x reader #I need more fanfics #meme #ao3 #encanto

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sleepy-timaeus · 2 years

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the sodafiles art station starts now!!

hi, everyone! im an artíst that hopes to make some rad art friends n post my drawings, ideas, and maybe even fanfics to this blog.

my current fixations are:

encanto

valorant (lore + characters)

the owl house

spiderman

if you are into any of those, feel free to follow me :)

a few things to know about me are:

pronouns are any

i love robo boys (kay/o is my beloved 💙)

i dont bite! i love making new friends :D!!

i have adhd

ive got more ocs than i know what to do with

thank you for reading! i wish everyone a fantastic day/night/evening :3c

#new to tumblr #poc artist #queer artist #artists on tumblr #digital art #fanfic #fanfic writer #valorant #the owl house #encanto #spiderman #spider-man #kay/o #valorant kay/o #adhd #adhd artist

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encantofanto · 2 years

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Isabela and the Mango Trees

Isabela and the Mango Trees , by Sasha Sunday (aka me, Encantofanto)

Isabela was humming to herself, patting the soil as she replanted cacti. There was mud under her nails, her hair was ever so slightly out of place, and she was happy. She did miss her gift, but for the last few months, she no longer felt the desperate drive to be perfect every single second.

She looked up and saw Mirabel directing some men with roof tiles for the new Casita, and she felt thankful to her. Isabela felt like a whole new person because of Mirabel, even if Mirabel couldn’t plant anything in a straight line. Isabela had spent the morning digging up and replanting all the plants Mirabel had planted yesterday so they would sit in straight lines...

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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year

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Isabela and Mirabel have a revealing conversation post-fall.

Snippet from my fic ‘Tradition’ that can stand on its own and I actually really like, so I’m posting here.

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It’s been a few days since Casita fell.

Isabela hasn’t been able to feel anything but a weight on her chest.

She almost lost her little sister.

Almost watched her die.

For a candle.

Because she couldn’t stand up for herself to Abuela.

Because she let Mirabel be blamed and screamed at, all because she was afraid.

Afraid of the truth.

Isabela was sorting through the clothing that’d been loaned to them, putting them in piles according to size when the very sister she’d been thinking of comes up next to her.

Isabela feels a hand on her shoulder.

She turns and sees a face filled with concern.

“Can we talk?”

Isabela nods and puts down the shirt in her hands, letting herself be led to a chair.

I don’t deserve your concern Mirabel. I was terrible to you for so long because I was jealous. I’m so sorry. You’re so brave and interesting and I wish I could be more like you.

Isabela doesn’t say any of that out loud though.

“What’s up?”

Mirabel adjusts her glasses in a mimicry of their father and fixes her with a serious face.

“You haven’t broken it off with Mariano.”

Isabela feels her eyebrows turn in.

She hesitantly nods, unsure what Mirabel is getting at.

It’s Mirabel’s turn to look confused, not understanding Isabela’s own confusion.

“You— you don’t love him. You told me yourself.” Mirabel gesticulates as she speaks, her hands flying wildly. “So… why not?”

Old habits die hard and Isabela’s walls are up.

She scoffs.

“You think I could do that now? Of all times? After everything fell apart?” Mirabel flinches back and Isabela feels guilt stab at her.

Isabela just sadly shakes her head and looks away. “The family needs this now more than ever.”

“Isa, look at me.” She keeps her gaze locked on the ground.

“Please.”

Isabela tilts her head fractionally and looks at Mirabel out of the corner of her eyes.

Mirabel reaches out and grasps Isabela’s hands.

“The family doesn’t need you to be anyone but yourself. No one would want you to marry a man you don’t love. Especially not Abuela. Don’t do this for her.”

Tears spring to Isabela’s eyes.

I just can’t.

How would I even start.

It’s not even just Mariano either, but men and how could I say that.

Without realizing, she’d said those things out loud based on the sharp inhale Mirabel takes in response.

Isabela finds herself wrapped in a hug before she knows what’s happening.

“Oh Isa. Thank you for telling me.”

Isabela blinks and the tears start to go down her face.

She hadn’t meant to tell her sister that, the same way she’d never meant to tell her that she didn’t want to marry Mariano in the first place.

But holy crap does she feel great now that she has.

Mirabel just seemed to drag the truth out of her these days.

“I love you. I’m proud of you. And you don’t have to tell anyone anything you don’t want.” Mirabel draws back and cups Isabela’s cheeks just like Mamá does and wipes away the tears.

“But you do owe Mariano the truth that you don’t love him.”

Isabela closes her eyes at that, letting more tears out, even as she nods.

She knows she does.

She’s known for years that she was being unfair to him.

Trapping him in a loveless marriage as much as she was being trapped herself.

“Also… it might not be the best time to mention but I think Dolores might like him.” Mirabel let’s out the words in a rush and Isabela’s eyes open in surprise.

Mirabel has a shocked look of her own as if she can’t believe she said the words out loud.

“Wh—what?” Isabela whispers.

Mirabel cringes but nods.

No.

Dolores doesn’t—

No.

Isabela claps a hand over her mouth as she cries out, a lot of things being to make sense to her.

I was ruining her life too.

Oh my god.

I was the girl in the vision.

Betrothed to another.

Fuck.

Isabela cries out again, a mix between a sob and a manic laugh.

She has to go find Mariano.

She has to find her prima.

And she has to start being more honest.

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foggyfanfic · 7 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: “-but seriously, you know everything is going to be alright,” Tía Leandra was saying to Tïo Bruno, a pretty normal exchange between the two. One Mirabel had heard a thousand times and was prepared to ignore if not for what Tío Bruno said next.

Prologue Next Masterlist

Slipping Through the...

“Abuela, I found her,” Gabriel called, and Mirabel groaned. She was so close.

Mirabel stood just two feet shy of Antonio’s new door, the quiet sanctuary of Casita’s abandoned courtyard tantalizingly close.

Just over ten years ago, Mirabel had her own gift ceremony, and instead of receiving a gift, she had become the miracle’s back up plan. Which was fine, great even, a huge honor. Sure, it would have been way cooler to shape shift, or make flowers out of thin air, but hey! She was serving a very important role in the family just by existing, and that was… well, it definitely wasn’t nothing.

She was fine, more than fine. Happy, really.

However.

“Oh come on Gabe, I’m fifteen, I don’t need a babysitter,” Mirabel groused, trying to duck around her older cousin.

“I know you don’t,” Gabriel shrugged, blocking her escape efforts despite his words, “but you’re important, especially on nights like this.”

Mirabel rolled her eyes and groaned, “I already did my part, I helped Antonio get to the door, now can I just-.”

Go mope in peace. That’s what she wanted to say. Because yes, she was really glad the miracle had picked her for something so important. And she was proud of herself and the vital role she played in the last three gift ceremonies. But just thinking of all the gifts given since her own ceremony-, Antonio got to talk to animals, Octavia could shape the earth however she wanted, and Mirabel didn’t even know how to describe Amada’s gift other than amazing!

And what did Mirabel get?

The magic equivalent of being a spare tire.

Tío Bruno was always saying how important it was to “let your feelings flow”, and that was exactly what Mirabel wanted to do. She wanted to let her feelings flow so they could flow right out of her.

In private. As in, not at the party.

She might have been a little jealous of Antonio’s awesome gift, but she was also really happy for him, and wanted him to have his night. She didn’t want to steal the attention away from him.

“You did, and you know Abuela is going to want to include you in the toast tonight, it’s basically a part of the tradition,” Gabriel shrugged.

It started with Amada, Bruno and Leandra’s second child. She was a year younger than Mirabel, and had a strict sense of right and wrong. Everything had to be fair, in Amada’s eyes, and Mirabel not getting a cool gift wasn’t fair. So, Amada had tried to refuse her gift until Mirabel got one too.

In hindsight, it was hugely flattering, one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for her. At the time, however, it was just dragging out a painful experience Mirabel had wanted to get over with.

So, she had encouraged Amada to take the gift, even giving her a few (mostly gentle) shoves towards the door. When she finally touched it, Amada’s eyes had glowed and she’d looked at Mirabel then looked around the party, she had taken off her shoe and tossed it, setting off a chain reaction that had resulted in Mirabel holding a plate of her favorite desserts. Nobody was sure exactly what to call Amada’s gift, but she had always described it as being able to see the dominos of the universe.

“Camilo’s right,” Mirabel grumbled in the here and now, “you are such a stick in the mud.”

“Thank you!” Gabriel smiled at her. She glared back at him.

Gabriel was the eldest of Tío Bruno’s kids, and the only one who remembered life before becoming a Madrigal. Granted, what he remembered was pretty vague, since he was four when he joined the family, but it was generally understood that the more vague his memories, the better.

Gabriel’s birth father was not a good man, one of the few to be banished from Encanto for committing a violent crime. Rumor had it that the reason Gabriel’s abuelo brought him and Amada to Encanto was because Gabriel’s birth father killed Amada’s other parents, and would have killed her if Gabriel hadn’t gotten help.

He was just over a year younger than Luisa, and had only been with the family for six months when he turned five. As such, his gift ceremony had come as a surprise to everybody. One minute they were having a very quiet birthday party fit for a shy little boy, the next a door had appeared and Abuela was rushing to grab the candle.

“Look, just, come get me for the toast,” Mirabel laced her fingers together and put them under her chin, “please. I just want a few minutes away from the party.”

Gabriel pressed his lips together, looking over her shoulder, probably at Abuela. It seemed like Abuela always had at least one eye on Mirabel. Because god forbid the miracle’s back up plan got a paper cut.

“How about we both go,” Gabriel eventually said, offering up a compromise that also served as a convenient excuse for him to take a break from the party, “we can take a walk, decompress. You can vent.”

“Tempting, but no,” Mirabel crossed her arms, “the last time I went anywhere with you after dark your fan club showed up and almost crushed me to death trying to get to you.”

Gabriel flinched and Mirabel felt a little bad. Supposedly, Gabriel’s birth father had been a bit of a womanizer, and as such Gabriel was determined to be the opposite. He had regularly declared that he wouldn’t date until he thought he may have found the one. Unfortunately for him, male Madrigals were few and far between, and there were plenty of women in the village for whom the name was a prize worth any battle.

Things were getting a little easier for him ever since Camilo’s growth spurt, but they still weren’t great.

“Come on, I’m fifteen, I think I can handle myself in my own house,” Mirabel insisted, pushing past the guilt, “Casita will have my back, right Casita?”

Casita clattered the floor tiles in an affirmative.

Gabriel pressed his lips together, then sighed, nodding, “If Abuela asks, you told me you were going to the restroom.”

“You got it,” Mirabel flashed him a thumbs up.

“Be back by nine,” Gabriel called after her, “the toast is at fifteen past.”

“Yeah-huh,” she agreed, walking as quickly as she could out of Antonio’s new room.

Casita’s courtyard was empty, the whole village already exploring the newly installed mini rain forest. She took a few deep breaths, letting her shoulders drop a little as she enjoyed a few seconds of self pity.

She was fine, really, just a tiny bit jealous. That’s all. It was normal to be a little jealous, her Má sometimes told Tía Pepa she wished they could trade. Gift envy was a perfectly normal and valid reason for Mirabel to be just the tiniest bit bummed.

She was otherwise completely fine.

Slowly, quietly, looking up at the night sky, Mirabel plodded down the stairs.

It was tempting to hide in the nursery, but everybody would know to look for her there. And Gabriel would know to check Tío Bruno’s story telling tent. Amada and Octavia, both fellow victims of Gabriel’s mollycoddling, had said she could hide in either of their rooms if she wanted, but she didn’t want to have to worry about them finding her and trying to cheer her up.

Ironically, if Antonio’s room wasn’t currently being used for a party, it would be the perfect place to hide out for a few minutes of privacy.

She’d hide out back in the herb garden, she decided. Only her Má or one of her Tías would think to find her there.

Before she got more than two steps away from the stairs, she heard a familiar raspy chuckle and startled, whipping around to find the source. Thankfully, when she found Tío Bruno standing in the kitchen doorway with Tía Leandra, it didn’t look like either had noticed her. She carefully tiptoed under the stairs Casita had made for the party, so she’d be shielded by the shadows.

“-but seriously, you know everything is going to be alright,” Tía Leandra was saying to Tïo Bruno, a pretty normal exchange between the two. One Mirabel had heard a thousand times and was prepared to ignore if not for what Tío Bruno said next.

“I-, mí reina, you know I want to agree with you, but it’s just-. Look, if our fate really was all up to Mirabel I’d be fine, b-but you can’t really be at the center of something unless there’s something to be the center of, right? It’s all that something that worries me,” Tío Bruno paused to sigh as if the weight of the world was dragging him down, shaking his head, “I can’t help but wonder if-, maybe we should have-, I don’t know. Mirabel has grown into such a mature, kind young woman, and she knows how much we love her. I thought that would mean-, I-I thought that would fix things, but it hasn’t. The cracks are spreading.”

“That’s-, we’ll figure it out,” she was clearly doing her best to look optimistic.

“We might not be able to keep them secret for much longer. The other day one got into Luisa’s room.”

“Well, that makes sense, Mirabel looks about the same age as she did in your vision, whatever is happening, it’s probably about to-,” Tía Leandra cut herself off, then said, “we knew this day would come.”

“I was sort of hoping the cracks would be, you know, a metaphor,” he shrugged, “not real.”

“Have you shown them to Octavia? I know we said we wouldn’t draw any of the kids into this, but if everybody is about to find out about them anyways,” she took his hands in hers, “maybe we start pulling in some more back up. Try more solutions. Control the spread of information.”

Tío Bruno gave a sort of half nod to show he was thinking about it, but otherwise didn’t respond. Eventually he sighed through his nose and picked up her hands, kissing the back of first her right, then her left.

“Come on, let’s go check in so Má doesn’t realize we’re avoiding the party,” Tío Bruno said, smiling ruefully, “we can talk about this after Isabela’s engagement tomorrow.”

“Hm, I still think we should say something,” Tía Leandra said, allowing herself to be led up the stairs.

“I talked to Dolores, and Isabela, they’re both determined to stay the course, they don’t want to rock the boat,” he said, “th-that’s actually why I want to wait. I have a new theory about what’s causing the cracks, I want to see if tomorrow does anything.”

“But what about-?”

“We can say something after,” he reassured her, “b-but you know, eventually we gotta trust the kids to take care of themselves.”

“Easier said than done. Especially when they’re being stupid.”

“Tell me about it.”

And then their voices were swallowed up by the low cacophony of the party.

Mirabel stood there in the shadow of the stairs for a really long time, trying to make sense of what she’d just heard.

“Cracks?” she whispered, then frowned down at the tile beneath her feet, “Casita, do you know what they’re talking about.”

Casita didn’t respond, which was as good a confirmation as Mirabel could ask for. If Casita didn’t know what was happening, she would have received a confused clatter.

“Casita?”

Casita sheepishly shuffled the tiles around.

“Show me.”

There was a moment's hesitation.

“Show me,” she insisted sternly.

Casita wiggled first the tiles, then the floorboards on the stairs, one by one to lead her back up to the second story. She was careful while sneaking past the party and kept looking over her shoulder as she followed Casita’s lead.

The trail stopped abruptly under a large painting on the wall, one Mirabel had never paid much mind to. She studied it closely, not seeing any signs of cracks.

Maybe they were under the picture?

She carefully put her hands on one side and tried to move the painting without dislodging it from whatever was used to hang it, but the painting swung out like a door. Instead of finding cracks, she found a gaping hole, leading to a thin passageway disappearing into the dark.

Mirabel gulped and looked around, before carefully climbing through the hole. She closed the painting behind her and waited for her eyes to adjust.

As soon as she could see where she was going she started walking.

The passageway was narrow, and dusty, but Mirabel could see signs that Bruno had been there. There was salt all over the floor, and wild rats cuddled up in little hammocks like the ones Tío Bruno’s pet rats had. Tía Leandra must have been there too, because hanging on the walls every few feet was a bouquet of dried lavender to keep the air from growing stale.

The little touches kept Mirabel’s heart from beating out of her chest. Sure, she may have been wandering alone through a dark, secret, passage in the walls, but it was clearly a dark, secret, passage that Tío Bruno traversed regularly.

Eventually, she even started to enjoy the journey. It was quiet, everything smelled like lavender, and nobody was popping out of the woodwork to tell her to watch her step, or be careful of splinters.

Mirabel kept her eyes on the walls, looking for cracks. She didn’t find any.

However she did find another giant hole, this one was in the ground and seemed to lead down into an endless abyss. She stared at it.

Tío Bruno went running with Luisa every morning, and Luisa was always saying how acrobatic he was. So, presumably, Tío Bruno could probably use those boards there and there to hop across. And Tía Leandra regularly lifted weights with Luisa and Tío Félix (although they couldn’t lift nearly as much as Luisa could), so if Tío Bruno put that ladder over there on those brackets screwed into the wall, Tía Leandra could probably use it like monkey bars to walk herself across.

Mirabel may have been able to use the ladder like monkey bars too, maybe. Unfortunately, the ladder was on the other side of the hole, so she would never know.

She stared down into the misty abyss contemplatively.

How deep could it be? Realistically? Casita may have been a magic house, but it didn’t make sense to assume the whole house was floating over a giant, bottomless, void. This was probably just a sink hole of some kind. So, it was possible that Mirabel could just hop down, walk across, and climb back up the other side.

Although it was entirely possible that Casita, being a magic house, was indeed floating over an endless void.

She tapped her toes, debating whether or not she wanted to risk it.

Glancing up at the ladder, she suddenly had an idea. That was hardly the only ladder in the house. She could grab a ladder, and try putting it in the hole. If it hit ground she would just climb down, then back up the other side. If it didn’t, she could probably use it as a bridge, just as long as she was careful.

Mind made up, she turned and started the journey back the way she came. She had to struggle not to hum a cheerful tune as she went.

It was just, ever since her gift ceremony Mirabel wasn’t allowed to do anything by herself. She couldn’t lift anything over five pounds without Abuela calling for Luisa, she couldn’t wander into town without one of her cousins being sent as a chaperone, she even had to “rescue” then hide her good fabric scissors just so she could use them without getting a lecture about scissor safety for the thousandth time.

It was always, “You didn’t have to strain yourself” and “Why don’t you relax and let somebody else take care of that” and “Be careful Mirabel”. She loved her Abuela, and she loved spending time with her sister and cousins, but for the love of god, she felt like she was fifteen going on five.

But not this time! This time Mirabel was going to climb around in the walls and discover these secret cracks without anyone else’s help.

With that in mind, Mirabel cracked the painting open a smidge and checked for witnesses before crawling out of her newfound secret tunnel. She dusted herself off and looked around, making extra sure nobody had seen her.

Good.

Mirabel happily trotted towards the stairs, but was brought up short when the grandfather clock struck nine.

Oh, right, the toast.

Pressing her lips together, Mirabel strongly considered ignoring the clock and going right back into the hole in the wall. But if Abuela noticed Mirabel was missing, she’d ask Dolores to find her, and if that happened Mirabel would lose this secret adventure just as soon as she’d found it.

With a sigh, Mirabel vowed to grab the ladder just as soon as everybody was in bed. She took a few deep breaths, put on her happy face, and returned to the crowd.

Gabriel found her in minutes, “Doing better?”

“Yep,” she said, “just needed a breather.”

“That’s good, I was a little worried ab-.”

“When are you not,” Camilo interrupted, suddenly appearing on Gabriel’s other side with a plate of food, “hey Mirabel, Abuela was looking for you.”

Mirabel groaned.

“So, because I am wonderful and amazing, I pretended to be you and did a lap around the party,” Camilo smirked.

Mirabel felt her whole face light up.

“Just figured you’d wanna know, you talked to Señora Matisse about the new cake her bakery is selling, you talked to my Tío Felípe about how much funnier than him I am, and you talked to Isabela about that weird face Mariano makes whenever somebody brings up snakes.”

Mirabel frowned again, “So, basically, the only person you actually bothered fooling was Señora Matisse?”

“Meh, it’s not like Tío Felípe or Isa are going to rat me out,” Camilo shrugged, “Abuela saw you chatting with people at the party, that’s what matters, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she admitted.

“So, you owe me one,” he grinned.

Mirabel sighed but couldn’t deny, “Sí, gracias Camilo, I owe you one.”

“I’ll collect on your debt later,” he turned his smirk on Gabriel, who was watching this whole exchange with a slight disapproving frown, “for now the joy of annoying you is the only payment I need.”

“Abuela just wants to keep Mirabel safe,” Gabriel said, always quick to defend their grandmother, “you shouldn’t trick her like that.”

“Alright, then tell her, tell her it was me she saw, not Mirabel,” Camilo responded blithely.

Gabriel frowned at him. Camilo waited, his grin turning knowing as the seconds ticked by and Gabe wasn’t running off to tattle. Gabriel would never purposefully get one of his cousins in trouble, even if he didn’t agree with what they were doing. Eventually Camilo nodded, winked at Mirabel, and walked away, stuffing a cookie into his mouth.

Mirabel couldn’t help but grin at his back.

“I know she’s a little… extreme about it,” Gabriel sighed, “but she’s just trying to keep you and the family safe. We can’t lose our miracle-.”

Mirabel rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to argue.

“-and we definitely can’t lose you,” Gabriel was looking at her with that soft little smile, the one he had inherited from Tío Bruno, “don’t forget, you’re not special because the miracle chose you, the miracle chose you because you’re special.”

All of the fight left her in an instant. Gabriel always managed to do this, he didn’t win arguments by yelling or fighting dirty, he won arguments by refusing to fight. He was the very epitome of the phrase “kill them with kindness”.

Suddenly, Mirabel felt guilty for all the mental complaining she’d done about Abuela, and her cousin. They may have been a bit suffocating, but they were coming from a place of love.

What right did Mirabel have to begrudge them that.

Even worse than feeling guilty, she was suddenly tempted to tell Gabriel about the cracks. To give up her secret adventure for their sakes. She knew if either one found out what she was planning, they’d have a heart attack.

Fortunately, before she could, a ringing sound cut through the party. Abuela was lightly tapping a fork against a glass. It was time for the toast.

“Thank you Gabe,” Mirabel said, even as she allowed herself to be led to Abuela’s side, “I know you guys are coming from a place of love. I just-, I just feel-.”

“Mirabel, come, come,” Abuela called out, ending the conversation, and ushering Mirabel over to stand with Antonio. Antonio grinned up at her, a toucan on his little shoulder, his eyes big and brown and full of love.

Suddenly, everything seemed just a little bit better.

“Hey Tonito,” she greeted him, “are you having a good party?”

“Sí, thank you,” Antonio whispered, wrapping himself around her hand like he had on the way up to his door.

“Always,” Mirabel whispered back. Just loud enough so he could hear her over Abuela’s speech.

She tuned Abuela out as much as she could, and just smiled down at her youngest cousin for a little. He was a sweet kid, and she would kind of miss having him in the nursery with her.

She knew everybody had been sort of expecting Mirabel to help him to his door somehow, but she hadn’t planned to do it. Honestly, she had been tempted to refuse, though she couldn’t quite put why into words.

But Mirabel couldn’t do that to Antonio. If she was honest, she wouldn’t be able to do it to anyone in the family. Not even Isabela. She loved her family too much.

All the same, Mirabel guiding Antonio to his door wasn’t supposed to be a part of the ceremony. Just like Mirabel helping Octavia hobble to her door after she twisted her ankle in her rush to get up the stairs wasn’t supposed to be a part of the ceremony. And her giving Amada permission to accept a gift wasn’t supposed to be a part of the ceremony.

But it was. Something Abuela made sure to mention.

“And let’s not forget, a special thank you to Mirabel, for once again being there for your cousins,” Abuela smiled at her looking proud as ever, “you have once again demonstrated that the gifts our miracle has given come from kindness, sacrifice, and family. You have become a vital part of the ceremony. And who knows, maybe you’ll be leading Isabela’s child to their door next.”

Abuela paused for the village to chuckle as she sent a conspiratorial grin at Señora Guzman. Mirabel couldn’t help but glance at Isabela, expecting to receive a cool, haughty smile that barely masked Isabela’s disdain.

Instead she saw it, her eyes drawn to a subtle motion on the ground. A crack. A singular, spindly crack, forming in the wooden dance floor under Isabela’s feet.

Mirabel looked up at Isabela’s face, but she hadn’t noticed the crack, she was smiling sweetly at Mariano. And he was smiling charmingly back at her. The perfect couple.

Nobody had noticed the crack. Time seemed to slow down as Mirabel searched the faces of the crowd but everybody was smiling, and laughing.

Everybody but Dolores.

Of course! Dolores could probably hear the cracks, and Bruno and Leandra discussing them. So why hadn’t Dolores mentioned any-.

“So!” Abuela called, snapping Mirabel back to attention, “A toast to Mirabel. Thank you Mirabel.”

There were many calls of “Salud” as everybody raised their glasses.

“And of course, happy birthday Antonio! We know you’ll make us proud!”

As one the village shouted and cheered for Antonio and he shrunk ever closer to Mirabel’s side, watching the crowd with wide eyes. Everybody threw their drink back, completing the toast, and the music picked back up.

“Ay, mijo, mí hombrecito,” Tío Pepa called, running to Antonio with Tío Félix on her heels. Only once his mother was close enough for Antonio to latch onto did he let go of Mirabel’s hand. The toucan squawked as its perch was swooped up into Pepa’s arms.

“Gracias Mirabel, not just for guiding him to the door, but for letting him hide behind you,” Tío Félix chuckled quietly, giving her a warm smile and a soft pat on the shoulder before he joined Pepa in hugging their son. Mirabel smiled back, murmuring a platitude that not even she was paying attention to.

With Antonio detached and Abuela busy playing hostess, Mirabel figured she had thirty seconds before Gabriel would find her and start hovering again. So she quickly rushed over to where Isabela had been standing to inspect the crack.

But it was gone.

A/N: Just added the links on Wednesday (09/27) so if somebody wants to test them out, let me know if they don't work. I'm being a little lazy about it.

#Encanto #Encanto AU #Mirabel Madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x female oc #queer Bruno #Encanto fanfic

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