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Can you write about Isabela and Dolores’s graduation? Everyone was sooo excited about it but their mamas just burst into tears because of how fast their first daughters have grown up. Like yesterday they were just babies, crawling around and talking in baby language but in the blink of an eye they’re adults now.

I just wanna see mommy-daughter moments🥹

Hey. Hey fuck you. Go to hell. This is cute. And technically it's a two for one deal, since you're gonna get two different POV's. You sneaky lil bitch.

Isabela

"Do I look okay, mami?"

Her mom was waiting just outside the nursery door, and once she walked out, she clasped her hands over her mouth, clearly stunned.

"Oh...you look BEAUTIFUL mija! Look at you!"

She cupped her baby's cheeks, giving them a little squish as she attacked her face in kisses. It was her big day, and everyone in the ENTIRE Encanto was excited for her. From her mom, to Osvaldo the candy maker (seriously, the candy basket he brought for her was bigger than her whole body). But she was nervous. Her mom and her siblings got gifts that helped the Encanto, what would she get?

"Juli, is she done? Abuela was-"

Her father was just walking up the stairs carrying a box of something, but the second he saw her, he dropped it, right on his foot. He stood there, tears welling up in his eyes, and her mother just looked at him.

"Are you...crying over our daughter, or your foot?"

"Yes. P-please help me."

Julieta rushed over to get the crate off of his foot, and was about to give him an arepa, when he just sprang from the spot, right to her.

"Look at you! Mi Isabela! You're so beautiful! I am so, so lucky to have a daughter as precious as you."

Her dad was always overly emotional, a bit like her mom. She was about to say thank you, when she was startled by the sudden sound of pouring rain. Pepa and Félix were standing there with Dolores, with Pepa looking like she'd have just the biggest cuteness overload.

"FÉLIX! LOOK AT HER! SHE'S NOT A BABY ANYMORE!"

Agustín used his body to cover herself from the rain, chuckling as Félix comforted his wife.

"Easy Pepi, mi vida, you'll get her wet! We just wanted to see how our angel looked before the big event. Abuela says the face really changes after you get your door. In a good way, obviously. I mean maybe not for your tìo Bruno-"

"I had a vision. Tomorrow I'm smacking you upside the head."

Félix jumped a bit as Bruno popped out of nowhere, hood over his head. Isabela couldn't lie, this was all so much attention and happiness in one room, she wanted to keep it forever.

"Oh that reminds me-we need to get a certain something ready. Bruno, watch the girls for a minute?"

Bruno nodded, and the girls waited till the adults were out of sight, before they both huddled around Bruno.

"Tìo! Did you do it did you do it?!"

Bruno made sure the coast was clear, before kneeling down to their level, and nodding.

"I did, yes. But remember, no telling anyone, okay? I'm technically not supposed to give you any visions. That goes for both of you. Ready?"

The girls nodded eagerly, and Isabela tried not to jump in place as Bruno took her hands in his. Her uncle was so cool, being able to see into the future.

"Okay okay-I'm ready!"

"Good. Now, Isabela. I looked into your future. And the life of your dreams would be promised, and someday be yours. Your power will grow, like the grapes that thrive on the vine."

Did she understand it? Not really, sometimes Bruno's visions were cryptic, but it SOUNDED cool! Dolores seemed to think so too, lightly shaking her cousin's shoulder.

"Your gift is going to be so COOL, Isa!"

"Not as cool as YOURS is gonna be!"

Isa grinned as she traded places, holding onto Bruno's hands.

"You ready, mi little búho?"

"Yes yes yes!"

"In your future...I see the man of your dreams,"

Dolores squealed loud enough to make tìo Bruno wince. She might be younger than Isabela, but she already REALLY liked the idea of romance and gooshy stuff.

"Betrothed to another. Just out of reach."

They looked at him, confused.

"What does 'betrothed' mean?"

"It...means someone who's already engaged."

Isa immediately saw her face drop. It was confusion at first, then sadness. Isabela wanted to comfort her, only to find herself standing up straight upon seeing everyone come back, this time with Abuela.

"Are you ready, mija?"

"Si, Abuela."

"Good. We'll be waiting for you by your door."

Isabela watched them as she walked down, catching Pepa scolding Bruno for what was no doubt the sadness of Dolores. But her prima faked a smile in support, waving her down the stairs. Isabela waited at the end, lightly wincing as the blinding light shown upon her. Everyone was clapping and excited, and it made her heart pound in her chest. Once the 'red carpet' appeared before her, she took a deep breath, and walked.

"One step over the other. Slowly."

She reminded herself. Abuela taught her exactly how to walk, and she hoped desperately that she was doing right. She glanced at the people waiting in the crowd. Tìo Bruno was leaning against Félix, obviously being the only thing keeping Pepa from killing him. Pepa was proud of her, and everyone, Dolores included, was giving her a thumbs up. She made it up the stairs, glancing briefly towards her parents. They looked so proud of her, her dad trying not to cry, and her mother trying to steady her breathing. Then there was Abuela.

The one that gave her this opportunity. The one that loved her like any grandmother could. And the candle. It shone brighter than any star you've ever seen. It was so distracting, she sort of tuned out Abuela's words to the crowd. She didn't even really recall she was there until Abuela knelt down to her level, smiling fondly at her.

"Ready, mija?"

"Si."

"Good. Now, will you serve this community, and strengthen our home?"

She nodded. Abuela let her hold the candle, and she felt warmth. It felt like fresh arepas, it smelled oddly of tobacco, but not as bad? She couldn't understand it. It was taken away from her before she could try, with Abuela taking a step aside to let her be face to face with her door. It glittered with gold, it tempted her. She was so excited, she could jump and touch the moon. The second she realized she could walk, she dove for it, hand right on her new doorknob. The door AND the candle shone brightly, nearly blinding her. When the light dyed down, she looked at the door, then her hands. Nothing. She looked at Abuela, who just chuckled.

"Give it a minute. You'll be blessed."

"Maybe it's because the door isn't...pretty enough? I just think it could use flowers right...here!"

She pointed to the top of the doorframe, and suddenly a bunch of roses, fresh as could be, grew from the wood. She looked at her hands in wonder, before turning to her parents. She pointed at her dad, and a beautiful purple flower was suddenly on his jacket.

"I. Have. FLOWERS!!!!"

Abuela looked aghast at her sudden screaming, but she couldn't HELP it! She turned to the anxiously waiting people, and suddenly flowers took over the entire Casita. Purple and pink and all things pretty littered the roofs, the balconies, the windows, the floors. The crowd gasped as a tidal wave of petals seemed to fall over them. Isabela grinned, and immediately looked towards her door. An image of herself, engraved into the wood. She was standing above a giant flower, she was older, and so...pretty. Oh she was going to look like THAT in the future?! Without a moments hesitation, she opened the door, and gasped.

Even MORE flowers! Flowers made up the floor, flowers made up gazebos and gardens and furniture and statues of just the prettiest swans. She didn't know what it was. But she took off her shoes, and RAN. The flowers felt so good under her little feet. She immediately dove into her bed, that was EASILY ten times her size. She looked up at the ceiling, realizing that behind the flowery curtain, her bed could go up to who knows where. Abuela tried to approach her, probably trying to tell her to behave a bit more given that they were in company, but she couldn't focus.

She jumped out of bed, laughing as she ran across flowers, letting her pigtails fly behind her as she jumped towards her flower garden. She had millions of petals in her hair, and she LOVED it! She was about to get up before Dolores ran into her, the force of her hug sending her back down. They laughed, as little girls did, with Dolores grinning like hell.

"YOU HAVE FLOWER POWER!"

"I HAVE FLOWER POWER!"

She pointed towards her, and her twin buns were decorated in orange, red, and yellow roses. She gasped loudly.

"YOU CAN DO DIFFERENT COLORS?!"

"I CAN DO DIFFERENT COLORS!"

They both sat up, and watched as Isabela pointed at anything and everything, attacking her friends with flowers, decorating family with flowers she never knew existed. She only stopped once she heard her father.

"Isa! Mija! Baila con tu papa!"

She grinned at her cousin as she ran back to the crowd, right into her dad's arms. He spun her around, clearly full of joy, before looking at her, chuckling.

"Look at you, mija. You're so HAPPY!"

"And you're so PRETTY!"

She giggled, decorating his face in just a mess of pretty flowers. He couldn't see for a minute, needing Julieta to keep him steady as she brushed hair out of his face. She couldn't believe that her gift in this room made everyone so, so so happy.

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Isabela grinned at her little sister. The room had gotten quiet after the party, and Isabela was just about ready to head to bed in her new room, just as soon as her parents came back to get her little sister, who she kept doing little tricks for. She was talking her ear off, but given how she giggled, she didn't mind.

"It sucks that you were napping during the whole thing- you should've SEEN it, Lulu! It was INCREDIBLE! I can make flowers anytime I want! And I'll make you a flower everyday so you can be pretty like a princess!"

Luisa grinned as she seemed to catch onto her sister's excitement, arms flailing wildly on the spot. Isa made her another flower, and this seemed to make her curious, and she tried to eat it. Probably would've gotten away with it, had it not been for mami.

"Woah, hold on! Okay, Isa, no eating the flowers, understand?"

"Si mami. What did you went to get?"

She sat down on her bed, keeping Luisa on her lap as she handed her one of her stuffies to keep her occupied.

"Well. I wanted to share something with you. You remember how me and your papi met?"

"Yeah. He'd get hurt a lot, and he'd come to you to feel better."

"That's right. And everytime, he'd bring me flowers as an apology. There was something so...sweet, about him seeing me past my powers, that made me fall in love with him. And the first ever flower he gave me was just the snallest little daisy, no bigger than my pinky."

She watched as her mom pulled a box out of her little pocket. She opened it, and inside it was a necklace, with a little tiny flower inside. Julieta smiled as she explained.

"I had it put it resin, to keep it from dying. I barely wear it, since I'm scared it'll fall into my food. But, I want you to have it, because you are the most BEAUTIFUL flower he's ever given me."

Julieta was about to help her put it on, when Luisa tried to grab it. Julieta slapped her hand (honestly a feather would be more disciplinary than that 'slap'), slightly shaking her head. Luisa looked as though her mother just smacked her across the face, and CRIED. Julieta sighed.

"Three...two...one..."

"Where is she? Why is she crying?"

Agustín walked in just in time. Didn't matter WHERE Luisa was, Agustín always heard her crying. Luisa did her little 'up up' hands, immediately being embraced by her father.

"She's mad because I won't let her eat everything she sees."

"Oh, mi poor bebé! It's okay! Papi will make you dinner! Then, he'll read you a story! Which one would you like? The Hercules one? I KNOW you like that one! Yes you do! Yes!!! I KNOW you like it when papi does the voices!"

Agustín blew little raspberries into her tummy, making her giggle like a mad woman. He gave Isabela a quick smooch on her nose, muttering a congratulations, before motioning for Julieta to follow. She was about to, when Isabela jumped up a bit to grab her finger.

"Mami? Can. Can you spend the night with me? Just tonight?"

She looked like she'd say no, when Agustín gave her a light bump with his hip.

"Hey, you said the first night alone was scariest for you. Stay with her, I got Luisa for tonight."

They shared a bit of a kiss, before Agustín left, using Luisa's hand to wave goodbye. Once she was sure he left, she finally put the necklace on her, and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, mija. You are so special, and so wonderful, and beautiful and kind and smart-!"

The list seemed to go on and on and she squished her little cheeks, and kissed her face all over. It made little flowers pop over their heads, and Isa immediately fell into the hug given to her by her mami.

"Okay okay! Enough talking about YOURSELF, mami!"

Oh that made her LAUGH. Julieta squuezed her in her arms, and covered her in her blanket.

"You are such a wonderful little girl, Isabela. I love you."

"I love you too. I'll grow flowers every single day to show you!"

With the way her mami smiled, the way she smelled like her famous bananos calados...she knew that was a promise she had to keep.

Dolores

"Hold on, almost done, mija."

"But I'm EXCITED, Papi!"

Félix grinned as he finished the bow on her hair. Her mom did her hair just fine, but her papi always did it MUCH faster, and she couldn't wait! Félix held the mirror for her, and she LOVED her new hairstyle. Instead of duel buns, her hair was done sky high, and it made her look taller. Félix grinned.

"So, you like it?"

"Yes! It's so pretty! Thank you, Papi!"

She rushed in to hug her, and he gave her a big squeeze.

"Of course, mija! Now. Are you sure you can handle this?"

Dolores looked up at her dad curiously, still in the hug.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying, if this scares you, you could always-"

"Félix Madrigal."

He went stiff as Pepa stood in the doorway, the cloud on her head showing she wasn't too pleased.

"I was just-"

"Mija. Go talk to your cousin, she wants to see you."

She walked out, lightly jumping as the door slammed shut behind her. Her parents argued a lot, and she always wanted to know just WHAT made mami angry. She hated being a little kid, constantly not being told stuff. She wanted to try to listen in on them, when she was suddenly picked up by tìo Bruno, who immediately put her on her shoulders.

"Well look who I found! It's the birthday girl!"

Dolores grinned as she hugged his head. Her tìa, tìo, and her cousin were standing there, clearly just as excited. Julieta kissed the top of her head, holding onto her cheeks fondly.

"Oh, I can't WAIT to see your big gift, mija. I bet it's going to be wonderful. Have you put some thought into what you think it is?"

"I'm hoping for lazer eyes."

Agustín chuckled, clearly amused.

"With eyes like yours, I could see it h-"

"Oh! Could you still play piano after? Pretty please?!"

Dolores LOVED hearing her tìo play the piano. He was so talented, and she loved having something to dance with Isabela to. He nodded, giving her a light pat on her bun.

"Of course. Whatever song you want, I'll play for you."

Just then, Pepa and Félix walked out of the room, with Pepa having that smile that dad described as 'happy, but not happy'. She plucked her off of Bruno, holding her in her arms.

"Are you ready, mi-"

Dolores cupped her mother's face, pouting.

"Hey, no. Rainbow first, mami!"

The demand made her mother smile. A real, genuine smile that made rainbows decorate her face. She squeezed her face against hers firmly, making Dolores giggle.

"Oh I've been blessed with such a sweet daughter! I bet your gift is going to make everything you touch turn into candy! That's how sweet you are! I hope that includes chocolate. I REALLY want chocolate right now."

Bruno rolled his eyes something fierce.

"And you wonder where your son gets his appetite from."

"My what?"

"Er- nothing! Look, Abuela's here!"

Bruno seemed relieved to have someone interrupt them, hiding behind Abuela, as he tended to do. Abuela softly sighed, before smiling at Dolores.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

Pepa put her down, gave her a quick million kisses, before standing up and letting Félix hold onto her waist.

"We'll be waiting by your door. Try not to run up the stairs, I'd hate for you to trip."

"You got this!"

They both gave her a thumbs up, and she gave them a thumbs up back. Isabela waited till they made their way down the stairs, before she grew a flower in her hand, and putting it in her hair.

"It's a peony. It's good luck. You're gonna do GREAT, cuz!"

They had one good hug, before Isabela, ever a bit of a show off, let her vines carry her down the steps. Before she knew it, Dolores was at the bottom of the steps, with the lights bringing attention to her. Not fully, because there were quite a few still congratulating Isa on her gift, but she didn't mind. It was like having a birthday on a holiday, it happens. She walked forward, smiling and nodding at everyone's glances. She felt like a princess, and it was nice, feeling like the bell of the ball. She made her way up the stairs, stopping just short of Abuela.

And this was the boring part. Abuela's rant. Yes, she knew it was important, but it was like sitting through sermon at church. She met her eyes of her parents, and made a look as if she was falling asleep, much to the amusement of her parents.

"Dolores."

"Hmm? What?"

"Will you serve this community, and strengthen our home?"

Dolores looked at the candle. She could hear the crackle of the wick and flame, and she swore she could smell of cinnamon. She nodded, and held it in her hands. It was so soft, like the feeling of velvet. Abuela stepped away, and Dolores was now face to face with a door. HER door. She nodded, and grabbed the handle. The light was blinding, yet welcomed simultaneously, like looking into the sun. She waited till the light died down, before she sat there, waiting.

"Papi?"

Félix looked confused, as did Pepa, and Abuela.

"Yes, mija?"

"What's 'silent but deadly' mean?"

Clearly that question was weird. Félix looked at Pepa, before raising a brow back at her.

"Why do you ask?"

"That guy right there said his was 'silent but deadly'. His what?"

She pointed to the guy in the crowd, who looked incredibly sheepish as one of the spotlights quite literally shone on him in shame. The people around him took a few steps away from him, clearly disgusted. Thankfully, attention was somewhat taken away from him as her door took shape. She looked older, her eyes were so big and she looked so...pretty. Her hands were by her ears, and the sound of MANY heartbeats flooded her ears.

"Oh my god. Pepa, our kid has super hearing."

Dolores grinned as she opened her door. It was so bizarre, hearing the sound of the wood and hearing so many collective breaths. She watched as her room formed in front of her eyes. Thousands of velvet seats lined the walls, stopping short of just the most beautiful center stage. The room was silent, but as soon as the room flooded with footsteps, the sound seemed to be AMPLIFIED. She clasped her hands over her ears, trying to focus on her room instead.

Only, it was hard. The breathing, the muttering. Even if their steps were softened by the cushy floors. Her head hurt. She found herself curled up on the floor, wishing everyone would stop, just for a second. She felt herself picked up off the floor, and brought to a room. The room was small, but it was a bit dark. Most importantly, it was silent. She looked up at her rescuer, and saw her mommy, covered in snow. She could hear the flakes fall, but it was nowhere near as loud as everything else.

"Mija? You okay?"

"Y-yes. Everything was just...so loud. I'm sorry-"

"No no no, mija. I understand what it's like, to have an overwhelming gift."

"Should I go outside still? I don't want to disappoint-"

Pepa held onto her face, shaking her head.

"No. Your papi has the crowd covered. He told me to take you to a quiet place so you could relax. He said to take as long as you need."

"Like when you have bad weather?"

"Exactly. We're very lucky to have your papi, mija."

Dolores immediately dove into her mother's arms, resting her face into her mother's chest. She could hear her heart. It was like the beating of a steady drum, and while it was definitely not quiet, it was...safe.

"I'm lucky to have you too, mami."

She squeezed her as she pulled her into a hug, nice and snug.

"You're wonderful, Dolores. I'm sorry your gift is a bit much. In the morning, we'll take a look around your new room, okay?"

"Okay, mami. Can...can I still open my presents?"

"I can give you one. One that me and your papi got for you."

Pepa reached into her pocket, and pulled out a set of earrings. Golden and red, shaped like hearts. Dolores looked at it in awe, and held them up to her mom.

"Help me put them on? Please?"

Pepa smiled as she did so, before giving her a big old kiss on her forehead.

"He found them at the store a while ago. He said the hearts are exactly what he sees whenever he looks at you."

Dolores smiled at her mom, before going back for another squeeze.

"I see the most beautiful mami ever when I look at you."

The snow quickly turned to rain, and the sound of it falling on the tarp above her head was loud. Loud, but simultaneously so soothing. Her mother was a sympathy of beautiful, tender sounds. As she closed her eyes, feeling warm in her arms, she could only hope to be half as pretty as her.

#asks #encanto #not transformers #we love the moms supporting their daughters #and the fathers obviously #and Bruno being just that cool uncle

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