Encanto Oneshots

Leaving the Family (Bruno)

You want to see into the future do you? Want to know how you die, want to answer everyone's questions about what happens tomorrow? What will the weather be for the next sixty years?

Yeah, no you don't. Because I can. And it's terrible.

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Everyone was so proud of little Mirabel, excited for her to get her Gift. Camilo was bouncing on the spot, Luisa's eyes were bright, Agustín and Julieta proud.

But I could sense something in the air, something... bad. I didn't know what it was, but I knew something: it had something to do with Mirabel.

Mirabel touching the candle, face alight with wonder. Mirabel taking the doorknob into her palm. Mirabel's door fading away.

The crowd was already silent, but in that moment, the quiet was so deep it dug into your skull. Even Dolores couldn't sense anything speaking, moving, breathing.

The little girl standing next to an empty wall. Confused. Scared. Angry. Her bottom lip trembled, her hands shook.

The giftless girl. The family Madrigal's first giftless girl. The cursed child.

Talk arose, all at once, and random phrases jumped out louder than others.

"No gift-" "-doomed-"

"-she broken?" "What's going-"

"-fading magic?"

Mama, who was staring in shock at the wall, finally regained herself.

"Everything is fine!" She shouted over the tumult. "We will figure this out! The Madrigal's are powerful! Please, everyone, return to your homes."

Muttering, the villagers dispersed. The door shut with a boom and...

Silence.

"Go to bed, all of you," Mama ordered into the stillness.

"But where will I-" Mirabel started.

"The nursery."

Her eyes welled up with tears, but she didn't let them fall or blink them away. She merely stood there, staring everywhere but nowhere, pleading silently for help, for an explanation.

"Now," commanded Mama.

Camilo walked quickly up the stairs and gave his cousin a hug, Isabela close behind him.

Isa scooped her up into her arms and whispered something to her. The little girl nodded into her shoulder. Isabela walked out of the pavilion (A/N is it a pavilion??), Mirabel safely in her grasp.

Slowly, everyone else dispersed. I was last to leave, taking a moment to mentally prepare myself for the unholy amount of stairs in my tower. I wish I could sleep in the nursery. I turned and began to walk, when Mama stopped me.

"I need to talk to you. Walk with me."

Neither of us said anything while we walked. I was a little frightened, sure she would me look into the future.

"I," she said finally, when she stopped and placed the sacred candle onto a surface, "am worried. I fear that something is wrong with our familia, with our encanto."

I nodded, chewing on my lip.

"And I need..." Mama's voice trailed off.

I took a deep breath. "You need me to have a vision and find out what it means." I finished.

She nodded, confirming my worst fears.

Sighing and resigned to the worst, I headed to my tower and prepared for my last vision of ten years - though I did not know it at the time.

What I saw confused me beyond anything I could have imagined. A teenage female figure, an older Mirabel I deduced, standing in front of the casita, cracks all through it. If I moved my head though, the casita was whole again. It was as if her future was... undecided, like she would either make or break this family.

I ended the vision. The tablet in my hands was just like it: moving between broken and repaired, Mirabel standing in the midst of it all.

I knew what I had to do. If I told the family, Mirabel would become a hated member, an outcast, just like me. And I didn't want that to happen to a kid. I'd experienced what being an outcast is like from an early age, and it's no treat. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Tears filled my eyes as I thought about my family, how I would probably never see them again.

Well, I thought, there's no point waiting around and seeing any of them again. They'll just ask me about the vision.

I dropped the tablet and I heard it smash to pieces, but I was already halfway to the door. As I left my tower, I turned and saw the glow begin to fade. The house knew I was ending my career as a seer.

I willed the tears not to come but they did. I covered my face with my hands, which were instantly soaked with my own salty eye liquid, but I kept them pressed there. I didn't know where I was going, but the house seemed to know for me. It formed a path around my mindless running, ending in a portrait.

I took a shaky breath, opened my eyes, and touched the portrait gently. It nudged open, and behind it, inside the wall, was a hole big enough for a person.

To ward off the bad luck that comes with my Gift, I went through it backwards, holding my breath.

My feet hit floor. I could see the house moving, could feel parts of it forming above me even as I stood there, paralysed.

I'm living inside the walls now.

This is my new home.

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A/N
Will I make a part two of this? Who knows, I just go where the dopamine leads me. Anywho

Have a gay day!!
-BJ