#pregnant mirabel madrigal

[sorryiwasasleep]

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.

(Written for the best girls birthday, tho I didn’t get it out in time. A runaway and returning Mirabel fic!)

[igetthedisneybox]

Extended Encanto Family Trees

I made families for Alma, Pedro, Augustín, Félix, and Mariano from some background characters and concept art. Based on @hannahhook7744's version, here

Pedro's Family:

These are Pedro's parents, Josefa "Mariposa" Madrigal, and Jorge Bravo.

Mariposa was nicknamed for her lighthearted attitude, colorful hair, and graceful body language. She was also incredibly free-spirited, and wanted to walk her own path. She believed heavily in magic and miracles, as well as the belief that good things happen to good people.

Jorge was a bit of a coward, who disliked conflict. He was also incredibly superstitious, and spent the rest of his life as a paranoid shut-in after Pedro's birth.

Jorge was a handy man, who specialized in construction work, while Mariposa was an orphan, who worked for the church that raised her. Pedro was born out of wedlock, which was a huge no-no back then. Mariposa and Jorge were both freshly adults, and spent a passionate night together, which resulted in Pedro. Jorge fled not only Mariposa, but the whole village when he found out that she was pregnant.

Due to the circumstances of his conception, and to avoid tarnishing her reputation, Mariposa raised Pedro in the church with the help of the nuns, in secret. The story was that Pedro was an orphan, and Mariposa was helping to take care of him.

Despite this, Mariposa loved Pedro unconditionally, and imparted an important belief onto him: Love is magic, which is how the Miracle happens later: from love.

She ends up dying when Pedro is just thirteen years old, from an unspecified illness.

Luckily, at that time, Pedro had learned enough skills to support himself, and his "aunts" the nuns, helped him along as well, until he met Alma, when he was nineteen.

Jorge lived a lot longer, only dying a few years before Mirabel was born, from a heart attack. He fled to the city, and spent the rest of his life as a shut in, never leaving his house, for fear that he would be crushed for his sins.

Pepa gets both her looks, and her name from her Abuela (Pepa is a short form of Josefa).

Alma's Family:

Alma's family is rather large, so I split it up into four parts. First are her parents, Avila Romero and Hernando Cadenza, her twin brother, Raimi, and Raimi's wife, Rosa Peña.

Avila and Hernando had lived in the village their entire lives, and had been planning to get married even when they were children. They both were very traditional, and raised Raimi and Alma to be so as well. They were extremely strict and no-nonsense, especially to Alma, because as a girl, she would be expected to behave differently than Raimi.

Despite this strictness, the twins never felt unloved or unwanted. Hernando had a soft spot for Alma especially, and would let her get away with "un-ladylike" things when Avila was out.

(Side tangent: This is partially why Alma acts the way she does in the film. She always just assumed her family knew she loved them, even when she was being awful to them, because she knew her own parents loved her when they were being strict/unfair. She really needed to learn to communicate her love to her family better, since her behavior towards them was far more egregious than her own parents' was.)

Hernando died when Alma and Raimi were sixteen, when he got into an altercation with a man who would eventually become one of the raiders later on.

Avila died only a few months later, from "a broken heart", really just a bout of depression leading to her dying of malnutrition from not eating.

After their parent's deaths, the twins needed to earn a living for themselves. Raimi joined a group of men traveling to the city for work, where he met Rosa Peña and her family (who I will get back to,) and started working at their inn, sending the majority of his earnings back home to Alma.

Alma meanwhile, did domestic jobs around the village as supplemental income, and at age eighteen, met and fell for Pedro, getting married and having the triplets when she was nineteen.

Raimi and Alma sent each other letters religiously for three years after their separation, but they started to drift apart as they grew their own families, which is why Alma never tried to contact the city after the Encanto was born. She figured Raimi would be better off without her.

The last letter Raimi ever got from his sister was the announcement of her pregnancy. Then, he heard about the attack on the village, and the thousands of people who went missing, including his twin and her husband.

He mourned, but had to move on, for the sake of his wife and sons.

Alma's family part two, mainly focusing on Raimi and the Peñas.

So, the Peña family has a bit of an issue: they're cursed with luck. Both good, and bad.

There are two Peña children born each generation. One is blessed with extreme good luck, and the other, extreme bad luck.

Rosa, Raimi's wife, is the good luck child. She's had fifteen near death experiences, but has always come out unscathed. Her baby brother Benito on the other hand...he's the bad luck one. Nothing ever goes right for this poor guy. (more on him later)

Rosa and Raimi married when he was eighteen and she was twenty, and their son, Erasmo, was born soon after. Erasmo is the good luck child, and is jovial, kind, and kinda quirky.

Five years later, Enrique, their second son, was born. He's the bad luck child, and is shy, withdrawn, and...still quirky, honestly. He and Bruno get along very well when they meet.

Erasmo fell in love with and married resident daredevil Carolina "fuck gender norms" De La Cruz (no relation to Coco), and they had their own kids, Matteo (good luck) and Yésica (bad luck).

Matteo grew up completely spoiled and somehow ended up as kind of a dick. Yésica on the other hand is kind, but stern. She knows accidents can happen to even the luckiest, and takes every day with optimistic caution.

Matteo met and married Reina Estrada, the spoiled heiress of a dress making company getting big quick. Their marige is strained by arguments and disagreements, because of how similar they were.

They had three daughters: Inés, the good luck child, and Juno and Julia, bad luck twins. Because they're twins, the bad luck is shared between them, so Juno and Julia don't feel the affects of it too bad.

Inés is the perfect golden child. She is beautiful, spoiled, and a typical "mean girl." She's incredibly jelous of the Madrigals and their gifts.

Juno and Julia are troublemakers, even outside of their inherit bad luck. They enjoy causing mischief, and so get along with the younger Madrigal cousins.

Benito meanwhile, never married or had any children, until he found an abandonded baby on the roof of the inn one day. He named her Faustina, and hoped that she would inherit the good luck gene. She did not, but she also doesn't really care? She's cheerful, despite her bad luck, and always looks on the sunny side.

Augustín's Family:

Here are Augustín's parents, Valentína Huerta and Wilmar Rojas.

Valentína is soft and sweet, and loves her family very much. (Mirabel is her favorite, don't @ her.) She finds strength in kindness and understanding, and takes forgiveness very seriously.

Wilmar on the other hand is a brick wall. He's fast and hard in his decisions, and it's near impossible to change his mind. He's opinionated, and while he loves and protects his family fiercely, he can be offputting at times. (He's basically your average republican grandpa)

Valentína and Wilmar came to the village from the city on the day of the attack. They barely stepped foot in the village before it was being evacuated.

At first, not a lot of people from the village trusted them, but Wilmar proved their worth by helping make all of the houses for the villagers.

Wilmar's passion was sport hunting, and so he has many dead stuffed creatures on display in his home, which were brought to life many years later by his granddaughter, Zoe.

Félix's Family:

These are Félix's parents, Maura Montoya and Fernando Castillo, and his much younger brother, Gabriel.

Maura is from the Caribbean, and is a calm and patient woman (she has to be, with sons like the ones she has), but isn't afraid to stand up for her own morals and desires.

Fernando is an upstanding guy, who is prone to turn everything into a joke. He has a taste for the finer things in life, and has a small jewelry collection.

Fernando lived in the village his whole life, and Maura moved in a few years before the raid. They got married and had Félix two years before.

Gabriel was born almost sixteen years after Félix, and is very curious about everything. He likes to push the limits of the rules (and Maura's patience) just for fun, and wants to adventure outside of the Encanto.

Mariano's Family:

In a tweet, Jarred Bush said that Mariano was meant to have a large family, and each member was to be a foil of a Madrigal cousin (except Mirabel, who would be represented by a goat). I took that idea and ran with it.

I named his mother Abigaíl. She and her husband were among the Encanto's founders, and thought they couldn't have children, which is why Abigaíl is so much older than the triplets, who have children of a similar age. Mariano's father wasn't the best man, and emotionally--then physically--abused Abigaíl and her nieces and nephews. Once she got pregnant and found the courage to leave him, he was imprisioned for the crime of abuse, before he took his own life.

Abigaíl is also responsible for her brother's children. Her brother and his wife both died climbing the mountains, trying to leave the Encanto. Her nieces are Isidora, Débora, and Lucía. Her nephews are Camino and Angelino. Camino is also married to a woman named Marcela.

Isidora is the opposite of Isabela: level headed, traditional, romantic, basically Isa's "señorita perfecta" persona, but as an actual person.

Débora is the opposite of Dolores: loud, opinionated, unromantic, stubborn, unobservant, etc etc.

Lucía is the opposite of Luisa: lazy, uncaring, selfish, vain, etc etc.

Camino is the opposite of Camilo: serious, hardworking, stern, etc etc.

Angelino is the opposite of Antonio: older, kind of mean, scared of animals, etc etc.

Marcela is also there. She and Camino have twins, Adelmo and Adela, who like to play in Pepa's clouds.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Self-indulgent AU time: Encanto Theatre AU!

The Madrigals are essentially a family theatre group, who travel and perform all over Colombia for the most part.

Mainly fluff and happiness!

Backstory:

Alma and Pedro met in Bogotá while working in their local production of La Maestra and soon fell in love. Post-marriage, they bought a small, rundown theatre and planned to run a theatre group there themselves, but the idea was side-tracked when Alma realised she was pregnant. Instead, they opened the space for other acts and groups alike over those first nine ish months.

While she was at home and recovering from the birth of the triplets, Pedro and the latest group to use the space were setting up the scenery and props for the new show. Unfortunately, something went wrong and he was seriously injured internally. However, he said nothing, mot realising how bad it was and not wanting to ruin the opening night for the cast/not wanting Alma to worry in her condition.

He became increasingly sick over the last few days, but it was then too late for anyone to do anything. He ultimately passed away.

Alma was forced to sell the theatre a couple months later, unable to fully tend and run it herself, while also caring for three babies alone. She moved out of the city to somewhere more affordable and raised her children there.

The triplets would, however, catch the same theatre-loving bug their parents had. She would take them to see a show, some pantomime or musical, around Christmas time each year. As they got older and were able to work, they would later join their local theatre group or help out in the theatre in some way. Alma reconsidered the old dream of her (and Pedro’s) own theatre group.

They ultimately did. The group had more numbers in its early days and was less of a family-only thing, given that there was only four Madrigals at the time. (Many of the named background character in Encanto were part of it). Félix and Agustín would join later down the line, also becoming Madrigals themselves after marrying Pepa and Julieta respectively.

The group began picking up traction across Colombia and began touring. Albeit, the two couples weren’t always part of the shows - given the pregnancies and birth of Isabela, Dolores, Luisa, Camilo and Mirabel - over the next few years. The same could be said for other cast members. Some stayed, some left over time to pursue other things, etc.

By the time Camilo and Mirabel were five and curious about work, the question came about using the children. It had never really been considered before - though it should be noted that kids have had minor roles in their shows, including Isabela and Luisa. But they had never made it official or intentional to have a child notably starring in everything they did. Granted, not everything they did required a child role. Everything was pre-written years ago. It was around this time though that Bruno decided to try his own hand at play writing.

…Which pretty much takes us up to present day.

The Madrigals are very well known, not just locally and then nationally as before, thanks to the growth of social media and the children creating a name for themselves there. A few of the close family-friends are still involved with the shows, but at this point it is majorly just the Madrigals themselves.

Feel free to send in questions!

[yellowcry]

Luisa Headcanons

Luisa Valeria (Prudence, Ladder, Purple Child, Isa II, Master of merging with the floor, Giant) Rojas Madrigal. Born 14th of November 1930

Childhood

Was a really big baby. To the point people assumed Julieta was pregnant with twins/saying consolations when she said she got only one child.

Refused to accept help while walking

Daddy's girl + Félix's favourite niece.

Was very excited to be a big sister back in the time. Partly because of how often Isabela teased her. It was such a delight not to be the baby sister anymore!

She and Pepa have an ongoing competition of the biggest black coffee drinker in the world. And it doesn't seem to ever stop.

Luisa was very physically active even prior her ceremony. Probably did all the types of exercises

Loved Mirabel a bit way too much. She didn't want to stop hugging her no matter what. The only way Julieta and Agustín could convince her to let go was the fact that Mirabel needed time to eat and sleep to be full of energy to match Luisa.

There was no chance in the world anyone (aside from Isabela after getting messy and Pepa) could match her energy.

She probably did some chores in the village even prior her ceremony. Nothing too hard, usually she helped only to people who actually were weak to carry their things themselves.

Just like with Isabela, Luisa would fall into overworking at some point even without Mirabel's failed ceremony. It had really just speeded it up

Adult years pre-movie

Had a lot of muscle pains from overworking.

Grew really distant with almost the entire family. She loved them, but didn't exactly had time to squeeze relationship into her schedule.

A natural protector of the family. Luisa often felt anxious of what would happen if she failed to defend her family

Had helped with preparing for sport competitions when she was in school. Probably also was a judge several times. She was forbidden to competete herself because of her gift.

Enjoys dancing, one of the best in her family.

Vents to the donkeys from time to time 

Doesn't really like physical violence and feels guilty if she lets agression slip, but she will kill anyone who dare to harm people she cares about without a second thought.

Takes a lot of snacks whenever she helps Julieta. (Or technically only one snack which is a whole plate swallowed in a minute). But she doesn't really get distracted to eat otherwise.

Eats the most in the family, taking her size and amount of physical work.

Post-movie

 

In the first month or so during rebuilding of the Casita Luisa was getting more injuries than the rest of the family combined. Including her dad. The reason behind it is because her gift made her forget of what normal human limits are.

She still tends to forget about it to be honest. Camilo once asked to help him train to gain muscle mass to impress boys. Luisa gave him workout that professional athletes would find hard, and then was surprised when Camilo fell flat from exhaustion.

The fact that Isabela stepped on protective ground too helped Luisa with anxiety way more than they both realize. As now Luisa feels that even if she fails to protect her family, somebody else will back her up.

Gets a turn into construction. She helps both with hard physical tacks and projecting or choosing the spot where it would stand without leaning anywhere. 

Sometimes Luisa forgets about breaks and healthy schedule too. It's a matter of habit that won't break in one moment. So there were ocassions when Luisa unintentionally slipped into overworking, but it bever lasted longer than two days.

Still prefers simple and practical clothes, but allows more embodery/small trims on it. Especially in days when she's not doing hard manual labor.

The family (Mainly the rest of grandkids) has sort of a competition game where they try to bribe Luisa to let them use shower in her room. (Mirabel was banned because of favouritism)

Relationship:

Alma: Luisa is probably the most comfortable around her Abuela out of her sisters in the beginning. As a huge part of her trauma came from the town rather than from Abuela herself like it happened with Isabela and Mirabel. Not to say it was perfect. Luisa was getting mentally ready each time Alma called her for something, as it used to be only to give her some chores before. But out of the cold sisters she's definitely the easiest one to get close to Alma and forgive her.

Pepa: They actually have way more of close traits that people tend to take into account. Both are extremely physically active and can't rest for ten minutes, very loud and tend to quickly snap and then feel bad for it right after. Pepa enjoys having someone with whom she can let her weather loose without being afraid to cause any serious harm. And Luisa loves challenge that her Tía's weather can provide.

Bruno: Strange. They weren't very close prior his leaving, but Luisa didn't have any ill feelings about her uncle. She just finds it strange to meet him after ten years of separation. (Fiveteen if you count when he started to isolate himself)

Julieta: Julieta puts an eye on Luisa to make sure she doesn't overwork herself again, she sometimes would leave to get Luisa to eat her lunch when her daughter is too excited to stop herself.

Agustín: They both are trying to make up for the years when Luisa couldn't spend much time with her dad. I imagine both of them having Father-Daughter day every once in a while where they just help eachother with work and show cool stuff.

Félix: Pretty close. They find it ironic of how close their birthdays are, believe me, they will jome about it all the time. Félix admires Luisa's loyalty and how hardworking and determibed she is. Luisa loves her always cheerful and optimistic uncle. Félix also tells Luisa some rips that help Pepa to deal with anxiety.

Dolores: They aren't really getting along well. Luisa is an antonym to the word quiet, and Dolores dislikes physical work. So they aren't close for the most of the time. Not to say they hate eachother. But both would prefer to spend time with literally anybody else

Camilo: Two theatre kids. Just like with Pepa, Luisa tends to be a bit competetive with him, they will race down the stairs together and llay football. Camilo probably sees her as a cool big sister. After all, if the oldest and youngest kids are close, why shouldn't be the middles?

Mirabel: Luisa adores her sister. Literally. Bow that she doesn't have to work this much anymore, they can return to their roots of toddler Luisa refusing to let her Mamá to hold Mirabel. They also relair their relationship easier that Isabela and Mirabel. Noth because they weren't arguing amd because they were closer prior Mirabel's ceremony.

Antonio: Just like Isabela, Luisa had probably barely interacted with Antonio because of her age and how busy she was. But two animal lovers are bound to get along.

[gamerbearmira]

I had a dream and it was so random I just had to share it lmao. I guess it would be an Encanto Au, kinda? (Also anything in parentheses is commentary from me.)

So it started with both Julieta & Agustín and Pepa & Félix were having trouble having children (any pregnancy conceived would end in either miscarriage or stillborn). Bruno tried to have visions about whether or not his sisters could have children, but each time he tried, the only thing he saw were glowing butterflies.

Alma felt that it was Agustín and Félix’s faults, but aside from a few snide comments nothing came of it.

In a bout of desperation, Julieta and Pepa went to the candle and begged for a miracle. Stating that they would give up their own gifts. The candle responded and the flame glowed brightly for a brief moment before going back to normal. (They did lost their gifts for a few days, but they had them back by the time the babies were born).

And just like that Pepa and Julieta were pregnant. (And unlike what I was expecting Mirabel & Antonio were the first to be born not Isabela & Dolores)

(There was like a time skip I guess, I wasn’t really dreaming it was just blank.) But Mirabel was born around 18 minutes before Antonio, and she cried until they were put together. Once they were, soft lights began to spawn before glowing white butterflies began to appear. (Bruno’s visions began to make a lot more sense.)

Two of the butterflies were different, they were both slightly bigger than the rest. One glowed yellow (was around with Antonio) and the other teal (was mainly around Mirabel). It was hard to tell that there were separate swarms of butterflies since they were always together. (They seemed to be able to talk to each other without actually speaking so maybe telepathy or something?)

The Madrigals referred to the two as their miracles, and they were incredibly spoiled. They got away with everything and got anything they want. Mirabel & Antonio were both incredibly sweet, they were the town’s little prince and princess. The twin miracles.

Around 2 years passed before a new butterfly appeared around Antonio. It was also little bigger than the others and glowed orange. Everyone but the twins were confused (the two weren’t telling them anything) until Pepa began to show signs of pregnancy. And boom Camilo was born (Antonio named him). The twins always seemed to know if the new baby needed anything (I think it was the butterfly telling them, but not 100% sure)

Same thing happened 3 years later a blue butterfly began to glow around Mirabel. Julieta was pregnant and gave birth to Luisa (Mirabel named her) and they always knew when something was wrong. Then again 2 years later, a red butterfly showed up around Antonio while a purple one was with Mirabel. Already knowing what to expect the Madrigals began to prepare for the new babies. Mirabel & Antonio once again named their respective sibling. And had an innate sense to knowing when something was wrong.

It was clear that the parents favored their first born children, however none of the children minded since they always had each other. And while the youngest ones could be a bit bratty at times their older sister and brother would always be there to remind them to be kind!

(Another time skipped happens I think) By this point Mirabel & Antonio are 13, Camilo is 11, Luisa is 8, and Dolores & Isabela are 6. Mirabel had made butterfly clips for them all (or at least I think they were butterflies, I just know that they were their respective colors.) And all of them had little butterflies made of light following them around!

And that’s where I woke up. Honestly kinda disappointed, because I wanted to see what happened next😭😭

That's honestly so real tho 😭 you know how many dreams I've had and they just ended. Like I can't fathom how interesting they are and then they'll just end.

ANYWAYYYYYYY This sounds interesting❗❗ Makes you wonder, like what was the root idea for stuff like this 😭😭 AYYY BUT AT LEAST THEY'RE ALL COOL WITH EACH OTHER 🌚🌚 (Alma L tho. Like what kind of logic is that 🥸)

[hannahhook7744]

Where Are You Now? (Cause I'm Thinking Of You);

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Summary: The family wakes up thirteen years after Bruno returned to the family to find him gone yet again. They naturally freak out. Trigger Warnings: disappearances, premature labor, near death experiences, mention of homelessness, overworking of a pregnant woman, minor violence, guilt, fear for a loved one, etc. Encantober 2024: Return. Co-written with @igetthedisneybox .

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Bruno was gone—gone without a note. 

Again.

“Oje. Has anybody seen Bruno?” Alma asked a small handful of the family. The others were out in town, but according to Dolores, she hadn’t heard him out there either.

Everyone present either shook their heads, or couldn’t hear her over the chattering of the family. Casita was getting awfully crowded these days.

Squeak. 

Alma looked to her left and saw one of Dolores’ four-year-old twins, Elmira, standing there, looking wide-eyed. She definitely took after her mother.

Her and her twin’s skin was lighter than their mother's, but darker than their grandmother's and just a shade darker than their father’s. But where Princesa had teal eyes and blonde hair, Elmira had her mother’s dark brown eyes and curly light brown hair. 

“Chiquita,” Alma called. “Do you know where Tío Abuelo Bruno is?”

She looked down at her feet guiltily, before quietly answering—always the more mindful twin when it came to her mother’s hearing—“No.”

Alma saddled over to the four year old. Her bones creaked with each step, and she muttered curses under her breath, glad that Elmira didn’t have any superhearing like Dolores. 

“Elli, If you know something about Tío Abuelo Bruno, can you tell me please?” She looked at her great-granddaughter kindly.

“He saids he'd be back.”

“Did he say where he was going?” Panic spiked in Alma’s heart. She couldn’t lose her Brunito again.

Elmira shook her head. “He saws somethin’ bad.”

Alma felt her hands begin to shake, but she clenched them into fists. Elmira didn’t need to see her panic like this. “Thank you for telling me, Elmira.”

“De nada, abuela.” Elmira fidgeted with her skirt, looking over at her mother. “Mamá, I'm hungry.” 

Dolores had heard her from the other side of the room, of course, and came over to pick her daughter up. “I think Tío will be fine, Abuela.” She whispered to her.

“I hope you're right, Nieta.” Alma sighed. 

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Word got around the Encanto fast that the Madrigal’s beloved seer was once again missing and, before an hour was even up, the entire family was back at the Casita.

Panicking. 

The exact opposite of what Alma wanted. 

“My padres, Félix’s Papá, and the Guzmáns are keeping an eye out for him as we speak.” Agustín said, trying to soothe a crying Julieta. 

“Mi vida, your hermanito will be fine, I promise.” Félix claimed, circling around a pacing Pepa who was murmuring ‘clear skies’ for the first time in eleven years. 

Luisa was also having a hard time staying calm, gently cradling one of her own twins—Emilia and Tito—while her husband, Ryder, held the other and tried to comfort her. 

“You don’t th-think he left the Encanto for good, do you?” She asked, addressing the elephant in the room; the question no one wanted to ask.

“What? No, of course not. Tío Bruno wouldn't do that—he loves the family.” Mirabel protested immediately. “Elmira said he saw something right?” 

“He also saw something when he left the first time.” Camilo mentioned. His own wife, Yanamaria, was standing several feet away from him, sipping on a drink. Camilo had adopted her twin daughters, Amelia and Sofia, after marrying her three months ago when the pair were only two months old. 

Alma wasn't sure she liked the young lady. But maybe her judgment was being clouded by his past two lackluster relationships and the fact that she privately thought Camilo’s best friend, Mina, would be a much better (and kinder) wife  for him.  Not that she would ever voice these thoughts to him. She had learned her lesson after Agustín, thank you very much. 

Dolores elbowed Camilo, hissing. “Camilo.”

“What? I can't tell the truth? He did!”

“What I'm saying is that he probably just ran off to prevent whatever he saw from happening and once he does that, he'll be back. Because he knows he can trust us now.” Mirabel continued looking very confidently, wrangling her hands together, acting as if she hadn't heard her 'mellizo’. 

Isabela nodded along. “Mira’s right. We need to trust Tío Bruno. It’s the least we can do.”

“And besides, Señor Bruno promised Elmira he'd walk her to her door. He wouldn't break his promise.” Bubo chimed in from the doorway, startling everyone because he and Miguel had left with Antonio to watch the rest of the children before the conversation had started. 

Julieta sniffed and whipped at her eyes. “Dios mío, look at me. Sitting here crying like a bebé. You all are right.”

“That’s the spirit, Mi esposa.” Agustín hummed, resting a hand on her shoulder; Alma couldn’t help but be surprised by how much calmer he was being than the rest of them. That wasn't to say that he didn't care, however, because she could still see the nervousness in his eyes—unlike with Yanamaria, who seemed like she couldn't care less. At least Raimi and Rosa were acting serious, for once.

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“Mamá!” Arlo whined, immediately reaching out to her the moment Isabela stepped into the room. 

Zoey was snoring in the crib next to him and Miguel Jr—who they'd named after Mirabel’s husband, Miguel Rivera, after he'd delivered them when he and Isabela had gotten lost in a storm while out in the forest—was laughing at something. 

Isabela hadn't been thrilled to have triplets at first. Far from it in fact, but the older they got the more the florist grew to love them. Arlo especially.

“Hey, nene. Mamá’s here.” She scooped her baby into her arms, gently brushing his black hair from his forehead. He had his father's nose but everyone could already tell that he was going to grow up to be a mama’s boy. 

“Missed you.” Arlo declared, resting his tiny head on her shoulder. His tiny fist clenched tightly around the flower plushie Mirabel had made for Zoey. Somehow, the bear plushie Mirabel had made for him and the one she'd made for Zoey kept getting mixed up—no matter how many times they'd switched them back. 

If she didn't know better, Isabela would almost say that they were doing it on purpose. The fact that Migeul Jr’s wolf plushie never got mixed up with them only made her more sure of her suspicions. But it wasn't as if she could get confirmation from her children—they didn't even speak in full coherent sentences yet. 

“I missed you too, mi flor. And your hermanos, obviously.”

Zoey snored louder. Chubby hands squeezing the colorful bear plushie that she was chewing on. 

And Miguel Jr laughed innocently once again, clapping. Completely oblivious to the mild panic his tías, primos, and padres were feeling over his favorite great uncle’s second disappearance. 

Isabela could only hope that Mirabel's suspicions over why it had happened were correct. She didn't know if she could handle losing her uncle for another decade.

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Mariano was not fond of discourse.

But when one joins a familia like the Madrigals, bad things happen sometimes.

As of now, Mariano could only hold his wife and children close, and hope that everything would turn out okay.

Oscar seemed to be able to tell that something was going on and was crying quietly—which had been very concerning in the first couple of months after he was born a year ago before it had been confirmed that he was for sure healthy. 

Princesa was oblivious and looking at herself in her madre’s favorite golden hand held mirror that Mariano had gifted Dolores on their first date. Striking a pose she had seen her favorite character on the strange box that Auradon called a television do numerous times. 

Elmira, on the other hand, was sitting quietly in his arms. Looking thoughtful.

Dolores had dozed off at some point. 

“Oscar, are you alright?” Mariano asked his son softly.

The bebé shook his head, causing his brown curls to fall into his eyes. Causing him to frown as he clung to his madre (who thankfully had her earplugs in). “Mamá sad.” 

Oscar had definitely inherited Mariano’s big heart. “I know, mijo. But she will get better, I promise.”

In truth, Mariano had no idea if Bruno would come back.

He was the head of a small ensemble of men and women who’d decided to watch over the town’s entrance, and make sure that there were no civil disputes between its citizens. Handling the few crimes that came up every now and then in whatever capacity he could. He probably should have noticed Bruno leaving, but he’d been trying to settle an argument turned physical between Abraham Cerebro de Burro and his very own brother-in-law, Ryder Nattura, over the donkey farmer’s new fence and lock. Or lack therefore of. 

Which had been very hard to handle considering that an hour into the argument, Mariano had been about ready to throttle the man himself. Señora Alma had demanded a hundred times that he replace the damn lock on his estúpido fence but the cheap bastardo still refused to replace it—even when his own children pleaded with him to do it. 

Mariano had lost count of just how many times Luisa had had to chase after the man’s donkeys because of the farmer’s stinginess. 

The man was lucky that Luisa was even still willing to help him chase after the donkeys after the stress he had caused her during her pregnancy. Luisa and Ryder’s twins weren't even supposed to be born yet but had been anyway the last time the donkeys had got out a month ago. After which the farmer had promised he'd really replace the lock that was older than Mariano was for real this time. 

Or maybe the fool was just lucky because of how apologetic his children were whenever Luisa had to fix his mess. 

He was starting to get angry again just remembering the encounters, but Elmira snuggled against him, which jerked him back to the present.

“Papá?” 

He pulled his full attention to his daughter. “Si, mi corazón?”

“Lo lamento...” She bit her lip, eyes welling up. 

“What? Elli, you have nothing to be sorry for!” Mariano pulled her even closer, gently running his hands through her curls.

“But I saws Tío Bruno go.” The brunette sniffled. “Ands Abuela Pepa cryin’.” 

“That wasn’t your fault.” He stated firmly, well aware of the fact that it was something his younger Prima-en-ley had needed to hear twenty three years ago but never had: the last time señor Bruno had left. 

“¿Promesa?” Her big brown eyes met his own as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. A nervous habit they hadn't gotten her to shake yet. 

“Promesa.” Mariano kissed her on the forehead.

“I'm tired.” She yawned quietly, resting her head on his chest. 

“Then why don’t we all go and take a siesta? Maybe Tío will be back when we wake up.” He got up from his chair, still holding Elmira. 

Princesa didn't pay either of them any mind. 

“Okay papa.”

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“Any word on Bruno?” Ryder asked his cuñado, worrying his lip as he replaced the ice pack he'd been holding to his black eye. 

His suegra had offered to cook him something to heal up his injuries that morning when she saw him (after she had found out where and why he'd gotten them) but the reindeer herder had refused. If she healed his minor injuries, then the donkey farmer would find out and demand she heal his minor injuries which could very well spiral into the town once again taking advantage of Julieta's kindness. Something Ryder refused to allow to happen.

And no, it wasn't just because he wanted the donkey farmer to suffer for as long as possible for harassing his wife into doing the very job that could have cost them their children. 

….

Okay maybe part of his reasoning did have to do with that. But given the situation Ryder thought he was allowed to be petty.

“Socorro thought she saw him…but it turned out to be a homeless guy.” Miguel Sr sighed as he plucked on the strings of his guitar.

“Honeymaren hasn't seen anything either but Kristoff said that if Bruno isn't back soon, he'd be willing to ask Grand Pabbie for help.” Ryder offered, uncharacteristically frustrated.

He hated seeing his wife cry—she’d been stressed enough with the early arrival of the twins and the more…stubborn and selfish… townspeople (the number of which had thankfully dwindled over the years) who still asked her for help with every little thing. She hadn't needed this. 

Miguel rolled his eyes. “You mean the pile of rocks?”

“The trolls, yes.” Ryder didn't blame Miguel for his reaction—he didn't trust Kristoff's family very much either. 

Miguel wasn’t in the mood to poke Ryder further, so he let the subject of the ‘trolls’ drop. “Anyway, how far do you think Bruno could have gotten? He’s what, pushing sixty?”

“He’s closer to pushing seventy.” Ryder snorted. “And I honestly don't have a clue. I don't think he's ever left the Encanto alone before—and well, the Madrigal family genes are crazy. I mean his bisabuela is still alive.” 

Despite falling off a cliff on her wedding day, getting near drowned by an octopus, being bitten by a venomous snake, getting electrocuted after sticking a fork in the socket, and having her parachute fail after going skydiving. 

Pedro and Benito's mother sure was something.

“True.” Miguel huffed and placed his guitar away, unable to focus. He was worried about the familia, especially his Mirabel. She claimed she was fine, but he could see right through her.

“All we can hope is that he'll return safely and that our in-laws don't kill him when he does.” Ryder couldn't help but smile at the thought, though he knew it wasn't exactly an appropriate thought to have at the moment.

It was true though, Bruno would be lucky if he made it past Pepa and Isabela alive.

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“Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies.” Antonio muttered to himself as he anxiously paced, two nervous habits he'd picked up from his mother and was trying to shake. 

It wasn't often the wild child got stressed out enough to use the mantra or pace but considering the situation, the eighteen year old wasn't sure anyone would be able to blame him for it. Tío Bruno was missing again and no one knew where he'd gone. 

He wasn't in the walls. 

Antonio had checked six times and Casita said he wasn't. 

No one in the Encanto other than his little violín had seen him go. 

“Clear skies, clear skies, clear sk—”

“You okay, Tonito?” Camilo had been walking by, when Casita had gotten his attention, and showed him Antonio, about to have a panic attack.

Antonio nearly leapt across the room, not having heard his brother approaching. Which, at any other time, might have been amusing. But given the situation, it was only all the more worrying. “‘Milo, ay dios mío, don't scare me like that!” 

“You better watch your mouth, or Mamá’s gonna zap you.” The barest hint of a smile crossed Camilo’s face.

The animal whisperer rolled his eyes, waving him off—heart still racing. “Don't be a Soplón.”

“I won’t…for a price.” His eyes glinted with familiar mischief.

“Oye! Blackmail? After all I've done for you? I should let Parce eat you.” He wouldn't. He knew it and Camilo knew that it was an empty threat, but it was still a fun one to use. 

Camilo snorted. “I’d love to see Parce try.” His smile vanished. “But seriously, hermanito. Are you okay?”

Antonio thought about it for a moment. Thought about whether or not the little thing he had noticed was enough to worry his brother about. Then, he remembered what Mirabel had always told him ‘If it's big enough to worry or upset you, then say something.’ He bit his lip to give him courage and looked around before biting the bullet and answering. “I can't find Tío Bruno's rats.”

Camilo raised an eyebrow. “Did Parce finally eat them?”

“No, I asked around. Nobody is fessing up and I haven't seen them since he left.” He wrangled his hands, trying to reduce some of his panic. 

“So, you think Tío brought them with him?”

“Sí.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But I don't understand why he'd take them if his leaving is temporary.”

At Camilo's silence, Antonio’s nerves only grew. “I know, I know. It's a pequeño thing but it's just—it’s big enough for me to worry about whether Mirabel is right or not.”

“She’s right. When has Miraboo ever been wrong?” Camilo placed a comforting hand on his brother’s shoulder. “And look, whatever reason Tío had to bring the rats, I’m sure it’s a good one. Está bien?”

“Está bien.” Antonio let out a shaky breath. “Gracias, hermano.”

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Mirabel had said what she’d said. And she believed it.

Sort of.

She could lie to her family, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She was worried about Tío Bruno. Very afraid, in fact.

There was a tug on her skirt. 

She looked down, and saw Dolores’ oldest, Princesa. “Hey, ‘Cesa. What’s up?”

“No sad.” The little blonde glared, clutching something behind her back. Something that looked very familiar.

“I’m not sad.” Mirabel immediately deflected. Then she remembered she was talking to a four year old. “Whatcha got there?”

“¡Mentir!” The four year old wasn't fooled and was not amused as she held out one of Bruno's vision tablets. Just where had she gotten that?

She grabs the vision from Princesa. “Wha–where did you find this?!”

“Da Wall. Tío Parce showed me.”

“You went into the walls without adult supervision? Miércoles, Dolores is gonna kill me!”

Princesa shook her head, stubbornly. “No, Tío Parce is a adult. And he went in da wall.”

“Parce is a jaguar!” Mirabel stopped herself before she could argue semantics with a toddler. “Nevermind.” 

She looked at the vision tablet, and immediately blanched at the sight: there was a little girl, around Princesa and Elmira’s age, cowering in a closet filled with crosses on one side in one part of the vision.

On another, there was a little boy standing in front of a younger girl and a baby as a giant of a man towered over them. 

In a third, there was a boy covering his eyes and�� screaming as an older boy tried to calm him. 

And in the last part of the vision, there was a boy bruised and bloody holding a rosary. 

So, in short, it was a horrifying vision that a four year old should not have been able to get her hands on. 

“Mierda.” She whispered. “Princesa, go find your Mamí. I need to talk to your Bisabuela right now.” Tucking the vision tablet under her arm, Mirabel tapped her foot on the tile floor. Casita responded, and moved her downstairs to Abuela Alma, who was with Julieta, Pepa, and their husbands.

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“Abuela!” 

Alma looked up from where she was comforting Julieta, and saw Mirabel speeding towards them with the help of Casita. “Mirabel, what–”

“Princesa found the vision that caused Bruno to leave.” Mirabel held the vision in question close to her chest with one arm, clutching her skirt in the other—it didn't look much different from the one she made shortly before Bruno came back. It was a similar teal color with the family’s different symbols on it, but symbols representing the new spouses and children had been added as well. 

There was a reindeer to represent Luisa’s husband, Ryder Nattura, and a skeletal guitar to represent Mirabel’s own husband, Miguel Rivera. There was a bear costume to represent Isabela’s husband, Bubo. There was a mamabear with a baby bear to represent Camilo's wife and a quill to represent Dolores’ husband, Mariano. There was a violin to represent Elmira and A mirror to represent Princesa, and she had the names of all the ones who were too little to show any clear personality traits sewn into the skirt too. 

Just another not so little detail that showed just how much Mirabel loved their family. 

“What?” Alma stood up. “Let me see.”

“Clear skies clear skies clear skies CLEAR SKIES!”

Thunder rumbled.

Mirabel handed the glass tablet over. 

“Dios mio…” Was all Alma could say when she saw the vision.

“Who are those poor ninos?” Julieta had her hand held over her mouth as she took in the grisly sight.

Augustín pointed. “They’re wherever Bruno is now, I’m sure of it.”

“You think he went to find them?” Félix was clutching Pepa, who was starting to hyperventilate.

Alma let out a shaky sigh. “Knowing my Brunito…most likely.”

“Tío Bruno will likely return when he gets them somewhere safe.” Mirabel would have smiled or sighed in relief at the not quite confirmation that she was right about Bruno not being gone permanently if the vision wasn't so horrifying.

“You think he’ll run into trouble?!” Pepa squeaked. “That man in the vision…Brunito can’t fight! He is too skinny!”

“I don't know.” The seamstress could only hope that her Tío wouldn't do anything too risky….but, seeing how often everyone compared the two of them, she knew that that hope was a fruitless effort. 

Que Dios tenga misericordia de él.

Félix tried to calm Pepa down again. “Bruno is smarter than he seems, eh? He’ll stay out of trouble, especially when there’s children involved.”

Pepa kept taking deep breaths, as Julieta chimed in. “Félix is right. Bruno…he wouldn’t risk the children.”

“What do we tell the others?”

Alma cleared her throat. “We tell them that Bruno is off doing a heroic act. That he is saving children. But, ah—let’s not mention the state of the children.”

“That's probably for the best.”

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“Tío Bruno’s back!” Antonio whooped as ran back into the Casita, a couple of his animals on his shoulders. 

“What?” Everyone in the sitting room leapt to their feet.

“Cecila said she saw him enter not that long ago! She says he got’s a few people with him.”

Alma and her daughters looked at each other. More people?

“Anyone my son brings into the Encanto is most welcome.” Alma said, albeit hesitantly.

“But what do these people have to do with the children?” Mariano asked, tilting his head. Oscar, in his lap, mimicked him.

“Children?” Antonio looked at his cousins, their partners, his Padres, his tíos, and just basically everyone older than him in confusion before something clicked. “Wait is this about that vision Bruno had that you all refused to show me?”

“Sí.” Alma nodded. “And we did not show you because its contents were much too disturbing for a young man like yourself.”

Antonio did not pout. He did not. But he did shoot Mirabel a betrayal look because honestly, he would have thought his favorite prima would know better than to still treat him as a bebé by now—before Pace tugged on his pants’ leg. Trying to drag him outside, to remind him why he came rushing back to Casita in the first place. 

“Is he close, Tonito?” Camilo asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. He’ll admit, he missed his Tío and his telanovas.

Antonio looked at Parce questioningly, getting a growl in return. “Si. He's outside.”

Alma rushed the door. She needed to see her son.

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Alma stared. 

And stared.

And stared.

And the rest of the family stared with her. None of them quite sure whether or not what they were seeing was real. 

"A little help would be nice." Bruno chuckled awkwardly, a blonde haired toddler in one arm and an even blonder baby in the other. A little red toddler covered in rats clinging to one of his legs anxiously and a grumpy boy with black hair who couldn’t be any older than four or five on the other. 

A teenager and two boys not much younger behind him—arms full of pugs and bags and one boy—one with horrible burns around his milky white, pupiless eyes—even had a frog in his pocket. 

It was quite the sight. 

And that wasn't even covering the fact that the baby was wearing a bag as a diaper and the littlest of the children burlap sacks (or a box, in the boy's case), as clothing. 

“...Bruno Pedro Madrigal Botero where THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?! ” Was the first thing out of Alma’s mouth.

“...Uh, well, you see—remember that place the Auradon folk tried to send me before you set ‘em straight?” Bruno smiled nervously, well aware of the fact all of the kids were cowering behind him. 

“Si?” She shifted nervously, as she continued to take in the state of the children.

“Imayormaynothavebeenthere.”

“YOU WHAT?!”

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 20: Vision

*trigger warning for pregnancy mentions and brief description*

Voices floated through the kitchen.

“Ay, I can feel her kicking.” Pepa laughed.

What? Bruno didn’t understand what was going on. Usually he tried not to eavesdrop (he said tried; he didn’t always succeed), but he had to know what was going on here. Shifting his position, he was able to peer through the small crack in the wall.

Pepa was in the kitchen with Félix, her hands resting on…her belly? Was she pregnant again? Now Bruno didn’t claim to be an expert in math, but if they were still the same age, and he was pretty sure they were, wouldn’t that be impossible?

“How do you know it’s a girl?” Félix teased, wrapping his arms around Pepa from behind.

“A mother can tell,” Pepa said smugly.

“Well what if it’s a boy?”

Pepa scoffed. “There’s no way the baby is a boy.”

“You know this for sure?”

Pepa glared at him. “I can’t know for sure. Not the way we did with Lola and Milo. But…I have a feeling she’s a girl.”

Félix held up his hands in defeat. “If you say so, mi vida.”

“I do say so.” Pepa bustled around the kitchen, putting away groceries. She must not be very far along, Bruno observed. She’d gotten huge with the other two. In fact, Bruno had actually wondered if she was having twins when she had Camilo. Looking back, he deserved that slap.

His cheek smarted from the memory. As much as it had hurt, at least he was still part of the family then. Almost five years had passed since his…unceremonious departure…and not a day went by that he didn’t miss them.

“I know it might be a bit early to think about this, but do you have any ideas about names?” Félix had caught Pepa in his arms, swaying her from side to side.

She hummed contentedly. “I have a few. But my favorite is- what about Antonia? After your mother?”

Félix beamed. “I love it. And I’m sure mamá would be honored.”

Pepa smiled at him brightly. “All right, I’ll be right back. Your daughter is playing fútbol with my internal organs.”

Félix chuckled. “Bet she’ll be a hell of a player one day.”

“She better be, with all the practice she’s getting!”

Their voices petered off as they left the kitchen, still basking in the glow of their happiness.

Bruno sat there, stunned. He couldn’t believe it. Pepa was having another baby- he’d have another niece or nephew! -and he wasn’t around for it. When she’d been pregnant with Dolores and Camilo, Pepa had consulted him for a vision to learn the sex of the baby, so she could pick out a proper name. Aside from his sisters, Bruno refused to have this kind of vision for anyone else. Four nieces and a nephew later, and babies still freaked him out. But he loved his family.

The thoughts plagued him for the rest of the afternoon. Pepa had been so sure she was having a girl. Was she right? In Bruno’s experience, her predictions were as good as the weather forecast: only right about half the time. So was he getting a fifth niece? Or would there finally be another Madrigal boy?

He couldn’t help it. He must have been focusing too hard on the question. His eyes flew open, glowing green, as he froze, watching the vision unfold before him.

There was a little boy. He looked about five, Bruno would guess. He had dark skin and eyes, and a mess of curls sticking out all over his head. Was this Félix as a kid? Why would he see that in a vision? No, that wasn’t quite right…his eyes were big, and they sparkled like Pepa’s when he smiled. And he smiled a lot. He was standing…in front of their casita, playing with…if Bruno didn’t know any better, he’d say it was a teenaged Julieta. But Julieta didn’t wear glasses. It had to be Mirabel, who even at five had been the spitting image of her mother.

She looked so beautiful and grown up. Bruno almost choked up seeing it. So if that was Mirabel, this had to be the new baby.

Bruno let out a laugh. Ha. He knew it wasn’t a girl. Pepa only said that because she didn’t want to deal with another baby boy. She’d always said that girls were easier to raise, pointing out their nieces and Dolores. But Bruno wasn’t sure if that was true. Camilo just had a lot of energy and hadn’t learned how to channel it yet. This new kid seemed…calmer somehow.

Suddenly, the vision changed. Cracks appeared on casita, spreading the way they had in that fateful vision that led to his banishment. To Bruno’s surprise, the kid transformed into a toucan, taking flight. Mirabel clung to his feet as he flew around the house. Wherever they passed, the cracks were mended. Finally, he set Mirabel down and landed, instantly turning into a jaguar. Jaguar-kid stalked proudly in front of casita with Mirabel on his back.

The image dissolved into a blur. Bruno blinked repeatedly, shaking his head rapidly. That had been…bizarre, to say the least. His question had been answered- Pepa would be having a boy. But so many new questions sprang up in his head. What was that whole bit where the kid turned into animals and took Mirabel for a ride? And the cracks on the house…was this vision somehow connected to the last one he’d had as a rightful inhabitant of la casa Madrigal?

Bruno shook his head, nonplussed. He guessed this was the kid’s gift. Pepa’s third kid would be able to turn into animals. Sure. Why not? Pepa already had one shapeshifting kid. What was another? Aside from an enormous headache for Pepa, that is. It was bad enough keeping track of a kid that could look like anyone. Imagine having another that could look like anything.

Well, he thought with a pang, that would be Pepa’s problem, not his. Since he hadn’t had any visions predicting his triumphant return from disgraceful exile, he figured he’d be in the walls for the rest of his life; watching his family go through life without him.

Pepa would be so crushed to find out she was wrong. But, on the bright side, Antonio would also be a great name.

[madrigaljail]

Encantober 4: Mystery

The Madrigal matriarch was not an easy woman to alarm, this was very well known, but then it was not every day she was approached by a pair of distressed parents informing her that their daughter was pregnant, and that her son was the father. 

She did her best to maintain her composure as discussion with the parents and the young couple confirmed this to be the truth, and she spoke of her family’s commitment to doing the right thing, and offering assurances that the child would be accepted and that of course there would be a wedding should that be what everyone truly wanted.

Things got as smoothed over as they possibly could be, and when a moment of quiet finally came she turned to Bruno and shook her head. “I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

“Me?” he said, face scrunched in confusion. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s exactly it!” Mirabel flailed her arms and continued her pacing across the patio. “You didn’t think this was worth a little warning? Some sort of…’hey kid, your son’s going to knock up a tourist, keep an eye on him’ would’ve been helpful.”

Bruno blew a raspberry and waved her off, settling back in his big wicker chair. The sun glinted off hair which was definitely more silver than brown, and she had to look away because it made her think of Abuela. 

“You know I don’t look into the family’s future on purpose, Mira,” he remarked, shrugging. “The glimpses I get these days are…oh look, more kids, wonder who they belong to. Some things are meant to be solved and some should just be simply a mystery.”

Mirabel stopped her restless pacing, folded her arms, and sighed. Out on the lawn her spouse was playing with their youngest, distracting them from the tension in the household. Behind her she could hear the radio playing and a clatter in the kitchen, her mother laughing and admonishing her father to be more careful. If she looked to the front walk she could probably catch the other children coming home from school, and if she turned and glanced up she suspected she could find her eldest brooding in a corner under Casita’s eaves.

“And she’s not a tourist,” Bruno went on as he offered a treat to one of his rats. “The Deckers have been here a couple of years, I think that- her name is Erica?”

“Yes, Erica.”

“Right, I think that Erica and Pedro and the baby are going to be fine.”

She wanted to believe that, and considering the source she was willing to do so. Even without it being a proper prophecy, she trusted Bruno’s opinion on such matters.

“Hey, kid, with all of this, you know what you should be worried about?” 

Mirabel turned to him, frowning. “What?”

He gave her an apologetic smile and lifted his eyebrows. “Your prima.”

“Huh? Why would Dolor-” She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands. “I’m going to be an abuela before she is.”

“Yep.”

“And she has to already kno- oh God she’s going to kill me.”

“Maybe. I mean, she might go after your son first but-”

“I really, really hope you’re happy with yourself!”

“Again, I didn’t do anything!”

Later, Mirabel would decide that it would be a good idea to gently encourage the young couple to name their firstborn, should it be a boy, after Bruno. They were open to the idea, and followed through accordingly.

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(NOTES: Yes, Mirabel's eldest son is named Pedro, his is a bit of a disaster human, I have no idea what his gift is. Yes, the baby in question has a cameo in the A Prophet In His Own Land epilogue. Dolores does not in fact kill anyone. I am turning into one of those authors who has plans and ideas for the next gen of kids, send help.)

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Encantober 2023 Day 16: Grief

The end of January was always a hard time of the year for Julieta and Agustin. January twenty-sixth was the original due date for the child they were supposed to have when Luisa was two years old. Julieta and Agustin were so excited that they were having another child together, but their lives would come crashing down that spring. She got several tests done at the hospital and it was confirmed that she miscarried.

The months after the announcement were the most devastating months for Julieta and Agustin. They saw the door disappear slowly before getting a confirmation from the doctor, which made them anxious. That was when they went to the hospital to get the confirmation. The entire family grieved the loss of their potential new child, sibling, cousin, grandchild, and nibling, but Julieta carrying the child made her the most traumatized.

Now, every year on January twenty-sixth, the Madrigal family hosts a private memorial service to remember the life the child could have had with them. Alma would tell the story of the would-be Madrigal to Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio and have a yearly candle ceremony by the lake. While they also celebrated the life the child could have had, Julieta and Agustin could not get themselves to even try to celebrate their child’s potential life.

When the child’s would-have-been eighteenth birthday approached, Alma decided to hold a ceremony at Casita and have Julieta make a cake for them. As much as she did not want to, she agreed anyway because they would still be an important part of the family, and it would have been her child, after all.

While she was baking the cake, Mirabel came into the kitchen to see her mother clearly upset while baking. She could not help but walk in to see her mother crying and see how she was doing.

“Hola, mami; I couldn’t help but notice you still crying while baking. Are you still upset about the miscarriage?”

“Si, Mirabel; I really hope you never have to deal with this when you get to my age. It’s one of the most devastating things any mother could go through. That’s why we always say how you were our miracle baby, because we didn’t think we would be able to have any more children after that.”

Mirabel sat at the kitchen island while Julieta continued gathering ingredients. “I hope you don’t mind, mami, but could you tell me about your pregnancy a little bit? I know it didn’t last long, but I wanted to know how it felt.”

Julieta signaled Mirabel to come near her. “I was so excited about having a third child. Your tia was visibly upset and jealous since she was trying so hard to conceive and knowing I was able to do so twice after her made her visibly upset. But she still supported me and was just as upset when I announced the miscarriage.”

Mirabel hugged her mother once she told that part of the story. She wanted to learn more about the older sibling she could have had, but she also knew there was not much information to be revealed since her pregnancy did not last very long.

“You also have no idea how excited your papi and I were when I was pregnant with you two years later. It was also why I got so emotional when you were born. It also made me worried because of the last pregnancy. So I was kind of overprotective of you when you were born. I didn’t even let your tia Pepa or tio Bruno hold you for a couple weeks because I was too scared of losing you.”

Mirabel began helping her mother with the cake by taking out some flour and sugar from the cabinet. “Do you remember how you felt after the miscarriage was announced?”

“It was the most devastating news your papa and I got. We went to the hospital that day because we saw the door fade and we needed to do some tests at the hospital to see if we didn’t miscarry. Once we did the test, they diagnosed the miscarriage and that was when we and the rest of the family got the news.”

Julieta put a bowl on the counter and Mirabel started to scoop flour into it. Julieta got the milk and the butter from the refrigerator and put it on the counter. “Do you still sometimes wonder what kind of gift they would have had if they were born?”

“We sometimes do; we wonder a lot of things about the child if we ended up having them. Like, what their interests would have been, or which one of the adults they would have been the most attached to. Bruno liked to joke about how they would have been the most attached to him just to tease me, since Isabela was the most attached to you abuela and Luisa was the most attached to your papi.”

Julieta took two cups of water and put it in the bowl of flour. Isabela and Luisa came into the kitchen to see their mother and sister working on the cake. “Hola, Mami and Mirabel, we just wanted to see how the cake was doing,” Isabela mentioned.

“The cake is getting done. I just needed to give Mami some motivation to make it,” Mirabel replied.

“What’s been going on?” Luisa asked.

“I’ve just been thinking about the child I would have had, like I always do when we have these ceremonies,” Julieta explained.

“Mami, I know that this is the hardest day of the year for you and papi, and you’re not wrong for still grieving for their potential life. But you still understand why Abuela holds these ceremonies every year, right?” Isabela explained.

“Si, because the life they would have had would still be special and to teach us that even the potential life is precious.”

Julieta’s daughters hugged her excitedly once she mentioned the reason. “So you still understand the meaning of these ceremonies,” Mirabel mentioned.

“And besides, you still have three amazing daughters that fill your life with joy everyday,” said Isabela.

“And you still call Mirabel your miracle baby and express how grateful you are that she’s here, alive, and healthy,” Luisa added.

Julieta hugged her daughters back. “Do you want to help me with the cake? Mirabel offered and we would need this done in a couple hours.”

“Si, mami, we would love to,” Luisa replied.

The cool-colored sisters gathered more ingredients for the cake and helped Julieta finish making the cake. They put it in the oven after gathering the ingredients and helping Julieta mix them in the batter. After a half hour, Julieta took the cake out of the oven and Mirabel got the icing out of the refrigerator, and all three girls iced the cake. Each daughter then decided to be in charge of one decorating process for the cake and it was done within another half hour. The four women looked at the cake in awe to see how great it looked.

“I’m sure it’s going to taste as great as it looks,” Mirabel pointed out.

“And it’s all because I got my three amazing daughters to help me out,” Julieta added.

Alma came into the kitchen to see her elder daughter and her three cool-colored granddaughters finishing up with the cake.

“Is the cake almost finished? You have been in here for several hours,” Alma pointed out.

“Lo siento, mama, I was just thinking about the grief this miscarriage has given me and was telling Mirabel about my pregnancy at the time. I understand that I’ve been dreading this day every year for eighteen years, and I’m still going to in the future, but I’m starting to find some more positives on this day too,” Julieta explained.

Alma smiled and gave Julieta a hug. “I knew you would one day see the good in these ceremonies. You know that we celebrate all the Madrigals in this house, even the ones we lost and never got a chance at life.”

“I understand now, mama. And now, even Mirabel understands too.”

[robindrake93]

While My Guitar Gently Weeps (6763 words) by robindrake93 Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Camilo Madrigal, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Mariano Guzmán, Luisa Madrigal, Madrigal Family (Disney), Residents of Encanto Village (Disney), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Future Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Drama & Romance, Explicit Sexual Content, Recreational Drug Use, Angst with a Happy Ending, Conditioning, Childhood Trauma, Incest, Madrigalcest | Madrigal Family Incest (Disney), Bruno Madrigal Has Visions, Awkward Bruno Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal Has Tattoos, Camilo Madrigal has Baby Fever, Camilo Madrigal Needs a Hug, Supportive Madrigal Family (Disney), Pregnancy, Shapeshifting, identity theft, Sneaking Around, False Identity, Matriarch Mirabel Madrigal, Family Secrets, Colombian Inaccuracies, Sexism, Morally Ambiguous Character(s), Missing Persons, Deception, Manipulation, Fertility Issues, Desperation, POV Third Person, Insecurity, Fluff Summary: For as long as Camilo Madrigal can remember, Abuela Alma has always placed higher value on her daughters and granddaughters than on her son and grandsons due to the girls ability to guarantee that their children are Madrigals by blood. Camilo is twenty-five and desperately trying to get pregnant so that he can strengthen and grow the family and make them proud of him for once. But getting pregnant isn’t easy; and forces Camilo into unconventional situations, potentially ruining lives forever.

[patheticbatman]

Part Four

I'm very proud of these dolls, and I'm also leaving them at my parents' house, so I did a little photoshoot with some books as background so I can have nice pictures of them. This set of pictures is exclusively dolls that I painted, so I’m very pleased to show them off.

This is the fourth and final post, so check out the first for more info!

First up is Sisu, with The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. I swear that I did not rip the cover. I think that copy is like 50 years old, and I swear I had the ripped of part until recently. I’m very sad about losing it. But in any case, I feel like Sisu would relate heavily with being the only one of her species left for a long while, about how human vice affected her status as an endling, about spending time in a body that isn’t really hers to survive, and the whole quest really. Hell, in the book, Schmendrick and Molly end up together, and we all know that’s going to happen to Raya and Namari eventually lol.

Second is Mirabel with In the Tike of the Butterflies, by Julia Alvarez. I feel like Mirabel would be the most invested in her family in keeping up with the outside, in magical world, as both a breather from all her family’s guilt and drama, and as a future head of the household later on. In her life. I also know that the Latin world paid a lot of attention to the struggle and loss of the Mirabal sisters (The Butterflies) and what with the book being told by Dede (the non-revolutionary sister, the only survivor) and being about a 4 sisters, Mirabel would empathize with this a lot. She’s one out of 3 sisters + a close girl cousin, and is the only one who’s not involved with what made her family famous. Encanto takes place in about the 1950s, maybe 60s, so Mirabel would definitely be interested in this book, because she would have definitely been interested in the real life events that occurred when she was young (the events of the book and the real life murders of the Mirabal sisters occurred form the 40s to 1960, but this book was published in the 90s)

Third is Dolores with Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. I feel like she is a more overlooked member of the Madrigals, and she probably is a BIG Romantic at heart, though I bet she keeps it secret. as such, I gave her one of the most Romantic books I have as a background.

Fourth is Isabela with The Giver, by Lois Lowry. I think she would find the themes of huge responsibility and the focus on perfection by society to be quite pertinent to her lot in life at the beginning of Encanto.

Fifth is Luisa with Jacob I have Loved, by Katherine Paterson. The title is a reference to the Bible saying, “Jacob I have loved, but Esau I have hated.”. I DID think about giving this one to Mirabel, but ultimately chose Luisa because I feel like Mirabel never felt she had a chance to live up to Isabela, while Luisa probably felt like she had a chance to under all that *pressure* (lol), like Sarah Louise (the Esau) with her twin sister Caroline (the Jacob). I think the themes of small town life (SL in the book moves from a small coastal island to a mountain town, and the Madrigals live in the mountains) would also speak to Luisa.

I couldn’t decide for Shuri and also wanted to show her off more, so she gets two books! The first is my copy of the collected Infinity War comics, because she appears in it, and the second is The Deep by Rivers Solomon. Shuri gets The Deep because it’s about a mermaid whose people were the magically-transformed fetuses of pregnant African people who were thrown overboard while being transported to the Americas for enslavement. As Shuri’s movie is both about a strong African nation and about a people pushed underwater by colonialism and racism, I just felt that it was fitting. If you look in her hands, one has a heart shaped herb and the other has the bracelet from Namor.

As a romantic and a girl obsessed with the surface, I believe Ariel would love The Princess Bride, full stop. I also think the framing premise would tickle her.

Last but not least, Asha! Her movie ofc hints at her becoming the fairy godmother and crossing over with fairy/Disney tales, so I gave her The Sisters Grimm!

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[toaverse]

Au where Pepa was infertile and the kids were Julieta's and Bruno's (Bruno with Dolores, Mirabel and Antonio and Julieta with Isabela, Luisa and Camilo)

Okay!

@cartoon-lovers-world here it is!

Pepa didn’t like to admit it, but she was jealous, really jealous.

Seeing how happy her sister and brother were with their kids, seeing Julieta’s and Ozma’s stomaches while they were pregnant. Knowing that she couldn’t have that joy of having a child, sharing that with Félix… it made her mad…

She always wanted children, and showed it by how she interacted with Isabela and Dolores, but as hard as she and Félix tried and tried, it didn’t seem to work…

Pepa’s jealousy grew, and started to lash out at Mirabel because of it. Though she stopped and apologized to her niece after Bruno called her out on her behavior.

As the years passed, Pepa accepted the fact that; no, she and Félix couldn’t have children, biologically at least. So, the couple focused on serving the village, as well as babysitting their nieces and nephews when Julieta, Agustín, Bruno or Ozma needed a break.

But one day, when Pepa was 45, the tragic news broke that three separate babies were orphaned.

There was baby Juancho, who was abandoned by his parents who didn’t want children. Baby Alejandra, who’s mother passed away during childbirth without a father in the picture. And baby Cecilia, who’’s mother left the Encanto and her father suddenly became I’ll and tragically passed…

Hearing the news, the Madrigals were shocked, and devastated for the babies.

Alma immediately asked the town who would willingly raise the children.

But Pepa interfered.

“Félix and I will raise them.” She said with clear determent. She didn’t want those three kids to grow up with parents who felt forced to take care of them. She wanted to offer them a home.

“Are you sure, Pepa?” Alma asked. She wasn’t complaining, but she wanted to make sure her daughter knew what she was doing.

“Yes, Mamá.” Pepa said, Félix nodding as well.

So, it was decided. Alejandra, Cecilia and Juancho would be raised by the warm couple.

And three doors appeared.

Pepa and Félix raised the three kids, with love and care.

They adopted them around the time when Antonio was born, so the townspeople and some of the Madrigals called the four kids “the quadruplets”.

When the kids turned 5, gift ceremonies arrived. Antonio got the gift of speaking to animals, Juancho got super-speed, Cecilia could communicate and control insects, and Alejandra had flight.

Pepa and Félix couldn’t be happier for their kids.

Finally, they had their family😊

[igetthedisneybox]

Fuega Madrigal

Inspired by @hannahhook7744's Encanto AU, and her own character headcanons.

Third image made using https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1558575

Fourth image made using https://www.dolldivine.com/la-colombiana

Fifth image made in Disney Dreamlight Valley

Fuega’s full name is Fuega Maria Madrigal.

Her first name means “fire” and her middle name means “beloved”. Her middle name is her birth mother’s name.

She is the second adopted daughter of Isabela Madrigal.

She has brown skin, curly red hair, and brown eyes.

She is sixteen years old.

She has an older sister by two years, Princesa, and a younger sister by four years, Mariana.

She likes both boys and girls, and has a crush on a girl, Felicidad.

Her gift is pyrokinesis, the ability to control and create fire. She hates her abilities, as they are controlled by her emotional state. The fact that she has some anger issues makes the problem worse, and makes the Encanto fear her and her anger.

Her door portrays her with her arms pulled up to her middle, cradling a flame, and her hair, dress, and legs are on fire. Her expression is angry.

Her room is fireproof, and therefore, full of things that Fuega would usually burn, like a thick, plush, purple carpet for a floor, and a slightly fuzzy purple striped wall. She has a training dummy she chucks fire at when she’s angry, and gossamer purple curtains around her bed. There are a ridiculous amount of stuffed animals of all shapes and sizes taking up most of the available space.

Her symbol is a single flame.

As much as she loves Isabela, she can’t help but be bitter over being adopted by the Madrigals, due to her gift.

Her birth mother, Maria, was abandoned by her boyfriend after getting pregnant. She didn’t want to keep the baby, so her good friend Isabela decided to take her in. Fuega and Maria used to get along, until Fuega learned that her birth father had anger issues too. She started avoiding Maria after that. 

She despises Princesa, both for her attitude, and jealousy over her “perfect” gift.

She gets along with Mariana okay, but her jealousy does still get in the way of being closer to her.

She hangs out with the other “outcast” cousins: Sofía, Andrés, Zoe, Hugo, and Óscar.

She gets along best with Julieta, Luisa, and Andrés.

She likes to bake and cook with Julieta, which is something her gift helps her with, because she’s also fire and heat proof.

She gets overheated and sweaty really easily, so she always carries a handkerchief with her.

Since Isabela is her mother, she loves flowers and gardening. Especially herbs and spices for cooking.

She collects stuffed animals, but only touches the ones Casita made fireproof for her.

Since all of her clothes are fireproof, with Mirabel’s help, she uses the clothing that no longer fits to make and sell oven mitts.

Her favorite colors are purple, red, orange, and indigo.

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Sequel to But When? And Why? And How?

About Dolores and Mirabel; and the aftermath of the things they heard. Set in the Miracles Plus AU.

Because an anon wanted to know how the family reacted.

Warning, very sensitive topics below.

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A Restless and Unanswered Night

Dolores walks Mirabel back to Casita.

It’s a silent affair. One of Mirabel’s weak arms draped around her shoulders as she guides the girl along the path.

The medication bounces roughly against Dolores’ leg in her pocket. Mirabel hadn’t taken it when the midwife offered it to her. It’s going to leave a bruise.

The first thing that happens when they get back is Mirabel whispering that she feels sick.

Dolores doesn’t want to deal with the faff of the shared bathroom, so allows Mirabel to use the one in her room.

Rubbing her back and holding her hair (and glasses) aside, while Mirabel heaves until there’s nothing left. Dolores doesn’t blame her.

When it finally ends, she just curls up on the bathmat, sobbing with fresh tears. Wailing in terror. Screaming in distress. And Dolores doesn’t blame her.

That’s when Dolores goes to find the family.

Or, well, Mirabel’s immediate family. (Dolores will tell the rest of the adults later).

“I have to talk to you,” Dolores informs, entering the kitchen, with Isabela and Luisa tagging along behind her.

Julieta and Agustín look just as confused as their daughters, but they seem more willing to stop what they are doing and hear her out.

They are sat around the dining table and Dolores taps her glass anxiously, searching for the words.

“Mirabel is pregnant.”

None of them connect the dots.

Luisa spits out her coffee. Julieta blinks. Agustín still looks confused.

Isabela scoffs, and then laughs, “What were the chances of immaculate conception in the family Madrigal?” As soon as the joke leaves her mouth, she realises.

“Someone…” Julieta can’t bring herself to finish the question. Dolores nods.

Luisa’s mug shatters in her hand.

“Who?” Agustín asks.

“We… we don’t know.” Dolores answers. “I heard the heartbeat ages ago, but I didn’t want to say anything at first. I confronted her about it and she had no idea. I took her to a midwife… she’s almost seven months along. She doesn’t know how or when it happened.”

“Drugged.” Isabela piped up. “It’s the only way she wouldn’t have known.”

Nobody said anything.

“Where is she?” Julieta inquires, shakily.

“My room. Bathroom.”

Julieta is already out of her chair, almost knocking the thing onto the floor in her haste to get to her baby.

Another chair scratches back against the tiled floor.

“I’m going out. To fucking kill every fucking bastard with a cock in town,” Luisa seethes.

“Absolutely not. That’s completely insane, Luisa.” Dolores snapped.

Luisa is already gone though.

While Dolores tries to manage Luisa, chasing after her cousin, who wandered off in search of the cooking knives, Agustín breaks down crying at the table.

Isabela gets up and hugs him, not knowing what else to do.

They stay like that for an hour.

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Having since left Dolores’ room, they were now in Mirabel’s own.

As Mirabel had washed and changed, Julieta made herself useful in cleaning Dolores’ bathroom. It wasn’t necessary, it was just something to do.

Mirabel’s skin, neck downwards, was a-blazing red and sensitive from where she’d clearly very aggressively scrubbed herself clean. Julieta decided to forgo the lecture for now, she’d be too stubborn to listen anyways.

Mirabel now lay in bed, much less hysterical, but by no means calm. While Julieta sat beside her.

They can’t do anything. There’s no way of tracking down a culprit. It’s too late now.

All they can do is prepare in the remaining months for the baby.

“When you were born,” Julieta says, brushing her fingers through Mirabel’s curls. “We didn’t think you had survived. Your Tío Félix had to pinch you to get some noise. You were always so quiet. Every time you slept, I would have a heart attack because I thought something bad had happened. You were so little; I always wanted to cuddle you. You didn’t care for my smothering.”

Mirabel didn’t say anything.

“Luisa was completely obsessed with you. She use to refer to you as her baby and would hit us for trying to separate you two.” She chuckled slightly then. “Not much has changed. She was definitely your favourite too. You knew what you meant when you said ‘purple’ - the colour, but it was also Luisa. My clever, little girl.”

A pause.

She set her hand against Mirabel’s stomach.

“This is your baby, Mirabel. Not anyone else’s. And you are going to love them, just as much as I loved you and your sisters.”

Another pause.

“¿Mirabel? ¿Qué estás pensando, mi amor?”

Mirabel looked up then.

“No quiero este parásito. No quiero esta sanguijuela. Quiero recuperar mi cuerpo.” She tightened her grip on her pillow. “Quiero morir.”

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English translation:

“Mirabel? What are you thinking, my love?”

Mirabel looked up then.

“I don't want this parasite. I don't want this leech. I want my body back.” She tightened her grip on her pillow. “I want to die.”

[yellowcry]

So, a bit of cracked next gen. Three oldest of them if speak honestly. Because I've got some basic info for them only

Kelley: Like mother like daughter. The eldest out of generation, the daughter of Isabela Madrigal. Even tho she looks a lot like her papa, you'd really call her Isabela's copy. She's graceful, polite, athletic, perfect in any way. But she's also very cold and sarcastic. The golden child of the family in almost literal sense as her gift makes her able to create gold and generally manipulate metal

Gael: Dolores' son (who ended up in an arranged marriage as well) He's very kind and gentle. Pretty much emotional. As he got his gift that made him able to feel everyone's emotions he started to realize that there was something wrong in the family. As he kept growing, this realisation was getting stronger and stronger. In one day, he just knew that he can't ignore it anymore.

Leisha: Again, Isabela's child. She isn't viemed very highly. Isabela almost died in labour, surviving only because of Julieta's food. But she's smart enough and knows when it was better to hide into the shadow to avoid troubles and when she can get something. Her gift of controlling the light helps her a lot with this. Still, she's pretty much jealous of her big sister and wants to be loved like she is. Their relationships somehow resemble Isabela and Mirabel's in their teens/early adulthood tho it's better since they both have gifts and usually don't go into direct conflicts. Don't tell to anyone but Isabela's secretly grateful that she can't get pregnant anymore

[artastickk]

Day 5!

Karina’s 30’s ❤️ (she’s 39 in the pic I drew, but it still counts 😅)

Heads up there will be some mention of death. Also I’m sorry this is so long my brain is a bit fried from work today 😅💚

Up until Mirabel’s ceremony, Karina and Bruno’s life was pretty quiet and happy. Other than battling the constant disappointment from Alma and the aggressive rumor mill of the village. Alma makes it known not long into their marriage she doesn’t exactly approve of her son’s choice in a wife, but she makes the best of the situation.

The day before Mirabel’s gift ceremony Karina realized that she is pregnant. After so many years of marriage and no “slip-ups” her and Bruno became content with the fact they may never have children. She was ecstatic. She chose to wait until the day after Mirabel got her gift to tell the good news, it wanting to take any attention away and figuring everyone would be in a good mood by then. That is until the day actually came and Mirabel didn’t get her gift nor did anyone know where Bruno was.

Karina was devastated when Bruno disappeared. Alma and his sisters were also heartbroken at first until Alma decided that there would be no more talk about Bruno and that him leaving was a disgrace to the family. Julieta and Pepa were easily influenced by what Alma said and thought in the situation.

Things got pretty hostile a couple of months after Bruno had gone. Karina refused to stop looking for him and the Madrigal’s saw her as a walking reminder of their biggest shame. So, Karina had to make the choice to leave Casita and hope for a better life for her and her baby somewhere else.

The first place she went for help was her parent’s. They knew of what had happened from what Alma was willing to divulge to the other elders in town. Instead of supporting their daughter, they took Alma’s side. Staying if she just told them where Bruno was everything could go back to how it was. When she continued to beg them to listen to the truth, they refused and said that their child that would never help tear a family apart the way she did. She never saw them again after this day.

From then on she determinedly worked a handful of jobs around town. Waitressing, working a local farm during the harvest season, and being an assistant to an elderly seamstress, Bastía Sosa. She came to the Encanto with her husband, leaving her adult children and other close family behind for a safer life. In exchange for room and board, Karina would help her meet deadlines for certain commissions she had. After several months they became quite close. Just before Karina gave birth to her daughter, Bastía passed away after falling in her shop and hitting her head on a corner shelf. With no living relatives in the Encanto, nobody fought Karina for the inheritance of the store.

October of that year was an awful month for her. She lost her only friend and confidante. Shockingly found herself the owner of a loft and a whole storefront. Bruno’s first birthday since he left rolled around and she didn’t bother getting out of bed that week. Two weeks later she goes into labor, but sadly her little girl did not make it passed her first breath. The midwife called it an “fluke tragedy”. Karina never fully recovers from that day. She thought she was shattered before and yet her heart still breaks anew from this.

💚 Bastía Amora Vergera Madrigal- 1st born October 29th, 1940 💚

@encanto-extended-edition

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