#encanto ff

On the night of Mirabel Madrigal’s fifth birthday, not only does her door disappear, but so does she.

The magic whisks her half a country away, to a different life than the one she should've had.

The Madrigals feel the missing piece of themselves echo in all of their moves and they grow fearful of the magic, of the miracle.

As Antonio's fifth birthday approaches, tensions rise.

And then a... familiar girl arrives in town.

When you had ultimately decided to live in Columbia and leave the states your boyfriend's one request was to bring back some foods he could try so you did! You brought back (well mailed back since airport security would lose their minds over how much you brought) various candies, sodas, and chips.

So to say he was over the moon excited when the package of goodies had finally arrived was an understatement. He was practically bouncing off the walls as he hauled it into the kitchen whilst you took out the empanadas Julieta left for the two of you to eat for lunch, in the oven.

“This is heavy, Qué hay aquí?” he questioned as he sat it atop the tiled countertop. With a mischievous smile, you took a knife letting the sharp part of the blade split through the small opening between the two flaps, and took out the contents.

“Lots of stuff.” You told him as you placed all the items on the countertop whilst casita moved them into storage spaces around the kitchen. Once you got towards the end of what was in it you grabbed the two-liter bottle of root beer and moved to get two cups not saying a word to your boyfriend who was watching in wonder.

After pouring the drink into two cups you made your way to the freezer where the Madrigals kept a tube of Ice cream from the city just out of Encanto just for you.

“What are you doing?” Cam asked as he peeked over your shoulder grimacing a bit as he watched you put the vanilla ice cream into the cup with the soda.

“It’s a root beer float, here try it.” You turned around swiftly pushing the cup into his hands to which he nearly spills on his poncho before taking a whiff of the sugary drink.

“esto huele a mucha diabetes”

You shook your head with a smile watching as he drank the contents of the cup getting a bit of ice cream on his top lip.

“So what’d you think?”

He looks from the cup, up to you, and back down to the cup.

“You Americans have the weirdest stuff.”

this is so stupid lmao 💀 but i was with the idea struck while drinking a rbf, anyways my request are open for encanto!! i write for all characters and will even write for poly relationships with pepa/felix as well as Julieta/Agustin

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My contribution for Encanto Fools Day! Bruno gets his hair dyed by some scheming sobrinos!

Accompanies a fic I wrote a while back:

Bruno Madrigal is a ghost.

It’s not all bad, he doesn’t have to use his gift anymore, doesn’t have to answer to anybody, doesn’t have to eat or sleep really.

Plus, he can still talk to his family in their dreams.

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.

Branching Out

Isabela wants something new and she wants to make it herself.

Her new project? A treehouse for her room.

When things are a little tougher than she’d anticipated, Agustín is asked to help.

Eventually, the whole family gets called to the task and puts their own little touch on Isabela’s treehouse.

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My Encanto Big Bang contribution!!! Shoutout to my lovely artist @notmichealangelo go check out the work they did for this fic!!

On the night of Mirabel Madrigal’s fifth birthday, not only does her door disappear, but so does she.

She's whisked half a country away, to a different life than the one she should've had.

The Madrigals feel the missing piece of themselves echo in all of their moves and they grow fearful of the magic, of the miracle.

As Antonio's fifth birthday approaches, tensions rise.

Patient and Steadfast and Steady

Mirabel left her home a decade ago and is now returning.

She's... terrified.

She doesn't know what to expect, what to think, what to say.

But she's not alone, and things in the Encanto aren't quite as she'd left them.

It might just be time for her to get a miracle of her own.