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ginnyweatherby · 2 years

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I was thinking about how after Casita fell, we got to see Julieta's fear when Mirabel disappeared, and her relief when she comes back, including their sweet hug... That being said, she's Agustín's kid too, and I wanted to see his reaction to his baby's reappearance. This is that scene.

Dedicated to @magicalmadrigals who keeps us so well fed with fluff, and I thought deserved some in return.

Word Count: 1400 and some change.

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Agustín couldn't remember the last time he had one of his daughters in his bed. The older they became, the less they sought the comfort of their parents' room.

Isabela was always too fussy about her pillows, and Luisa needed her special double-length bed to even begin to be comfortable, so he supposed it was just a matter of growing up.

But now that the family was crammed into his small family home, Mirabel being in bed beside him was less about a little kid wanting their parents, and more out of necessity, since there wasn't another room.

Still… after the day they'd had, Agustín was more than thrilled to have her close by and in sight.

He glanced to his right, peering over the rims of his glasses to see Mirabel snuggled into the pillows, nose buried deeply in a book she'd found on his old shelf.

It was surreal, being in his childhood bedroom again. It had been nearly twenty five years since he'd left it, and he never thought he'd return - much less with his entire family in tow.

Unfortunately, now that Casita was more a pile of rubble, rather than a house, they would have to make do. For awhile, at least.

"I read that book a lot when I was your age," Agustín said offhandedly, picking at a small hole in the quilt.

"Yeah?" Mirabel licked her finger and turned the page, clearly more interested in the words in front of her than holding a conversation.

Still, Agustín wanted to hear her voice.

"Mhm. I'm almost surprised it's still in one piece, I read it so many times."

Mirabel didn't respond, her eyes flitting across the page in rapid fashion, she was devouring the novel in record time.

Agustín stared ahead, looking around the room. Not much had changed since he was her age… the same books on the shelves, the same drawings tacked to the walls. Had the wallpaper always been that ugly?

He didn't know where Julieta had wandered off to, but he was getting tired and hoped she'd be back soon so they could blow the candles out and go to sleep.

The day had been unbelievably long, spending every waking moment (and there were many of them - they'd barely slept a wink the night before) hunting high and low for Mirabel.

Now that she was found, safe and sound beside him, he knew he'd sleep like the dead and wouldn't wake even if a train crashed through the window.

He twiddled his thumbs, trying to find something to keep his mind occupied until his wife returned, and Mirabel finally tore her eyes away from the novel, lowering it into her lap.

"Are you alright, Papi?"

"Wonderful," he said. "Why do you ask?"

"You're acting funny," Mirabel said. "Very… fidgety."

"I'm always acting funny," he said, with a wink. "Just ask your mother."

Mirabel chewed on the inside of her cheek, a horrible habit she'd had since she was a toddler. She didn't look convinced.

"Why, are you okay?"

Mirabel closed the book and laid it on the nightstand opposite of where he sat. "I'm sorry, Pa."

Well that wasn't what he'd expected to hear.

"Sorry?"

Before he knew what was happening, Mirabel threw herself into his arms, wrapping her own tightly around his neck. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Mirabel, you didn't do anything wrong. Nothing that happened was your fau-"

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Agustín let out a breathy laugh. "Well, that you did do." He squeezed her, while she clamored into his lap. "Scared me a lot, actually."

"I know," Mirabel nuzzled her face further into his shoulder. "I didn't mean to, I promise… I was just so upset."

"Shh, I know," Agustín ran a gentle hand up and down her back. He could hear a tightness in her voice, and he hated when his children cried. There had been far too many tears shed in the last few days.

The last few weeks, really. Even before Antonio's birthday, tensions had been high.

"It's alright, amor. Everything is okay now."

Mirabel moved her head, although he wasn't sure if she was nodding, or using his shirt as a tissue. He supposed it didn't matter.

They sat there for awhile, just clinging to each other, processing the emotions the last couple of days had brought forward.

He hadn't mentioned it to anyone - not even Julieta - but for a brief time, when they couldn't find Mirabel, he wondered if he'd ever get to hug her like this again.

It was a horrible thought, but one that made him press a hand to the back of her head as he snuggled her closer against his chest.

"You know," Agustín began slowly, continuing to rub her back as he spoke. "Even though you scared the absolute hell out of me-"

He smiled when he heard Mirabel giggle at that. He didn't curse often in front of the kids, but he knew it always amused them when he did. "Even though you scared me, I'm still very, very proud of you."

Mirabel pulled back and looked at him through watery eyes, her glasses slightly foggy. "Really?"

"Extremely." He removed the glasses from her face and wiped them with his shirt, before placing them gently back on her nose. "You stood up for yourself. It was overdue, honestly."

Mirabel wiped her eye with a knuckle, leaning back on her knees. "I don't like fighting with Abuela but…"

Agustín sighed. "It was a long time coming. I lost my temper with her too."

Mirabel stared at him. "You're the most patient person I know!"

"Even the most patient people have their limits," Agustín pressed a kiss to her forehead, a sad smile on his face. "I think we've all reached our limits this week."

Mirabel nodded.

"That being said, while I am extremely, extremely proud of you," Agustín leaned back against the pillows, Mirabel curling into his side like she had when she was much smaller. "Please never scare me like that again. My hair is gray enough, thank you very much." He accentuated his point by running a hand through it, making it stick out on one side.

Mirabel snorted. "Got it."

They quieted again, and for a time all that was heard was the sound of Mirabel's sisters snoring through the wall.

"It will all work out, I promise," Agustín said, a firm hand on her shoulder. "It'll take time, but everything will settle down eventually. We'll rebuild the house, finally get you your own room-"

"Ooh, can I pick the color?" Mirabel perked up at the thought, a brightness to her eyes that had been lacking lately.

Agustín chuckled. "Any color of the rainbow, amor." He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "But I'm serious. Soon enough, no one will even remember any of this."

Mirabel laughed. "I have a hard time believing that… but I will say, it'll be nice not to have to listen to Isa and Lu snore all night."

"I'll have you know, you snore too." Agustín brushed his nose against his daughter's, eliciting a small giggle.

Just then, the door pushed open to reveal Julieta, with a tray and three steaming mugs on it.

"What's so funny?" She asked, sidling up to the bed and sitting on the edge.

"Papi says I snore," Mirabel said.

"He's right," Julieta agreed. "But you get it from him."

Agustín threw his hand over his heart, aghast. "I would never."

"Why do you think I drink so much coffee in the morning?" Julieta teased, handing each of them a mug of warm tea. "It's impossible to sleep with you in the room. Now with both of you in my bed, it's going to be doubly impossible."

Mirabel laughed again, blowing on the cup. She settled comfortably between them, nestled deeply in the pillows against the headboard.

They stayed up just long enough to finish their tea, chatting about what color Mirabel was going to paint her new bedroom.

(It seemed she was taking up his offer to paint it any color of the rainbow… and was choosing all of them.)

But it wasn't long before Agustín was blowing out the candle on his nightstand, looking over at his wife and daughter, both sound asleep beside him.

Yes, he thought as he pulled the blankets higher over their shoulders. He might not have remembered the last time one of his children shared his bed, but he certainly wouldn't forget this one any time soon.

#this sort of parent fluff is right in my wheelhouse #disney #encanto #encanto fanfiction #mirabel madrigal #agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto fan fiction #otp: ay agustín #weatherby writes #random ramblings

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wikluk · 2 years

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FANFIC IDEA: After her failed gift ceremony, little Mirabel thinks she isn’t allowed to sleep in the nursery anymore because she had her fifth birthday and that’s when the kids leave this room. Since there’s no other (her own) room for her, she thinks she needs to leave Casita then, so she packs her things and tries to do so but she’s caught by Julieta/Agustin/both of them.

#encanto #fanfiction ideas #mirabel madrigal #little mirabel #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #pre canon #hurt/comfort #angst #kids being kids?#smol confused bean mirabel #gimme some good parents juli and agustin

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breannasfluff · 1 year

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Parents: Encantober 29

To Agustín’s surprise, being a ghost isn’t half bad. Sure, he’s dead and the rest of the family is alive, but there was little chance he was dying from something other than bees. Of course, running into a bee’s nest and tripping off a cliff seemed a little…clumsy, even for him.

Being a ghost has advantages. He can float, he glowed if he tried hard enough, and Mirabel could still see and hear him. There were other ghosts, too, so Agustín soon found himself part of the undead community. Then he was leading a book club, although Mirabel had to participate and turn pages for him to read aloud.

Agustín got to watch his daughters grow up, even if Isabela and Luisa couldn’t hear him. He picked up the habit of throwing out idle comments—usually with Mirabel repeating them.

“You’d look better in the navy paired with the maroon,” Mirabel passes on to Julieta once.

She froze, hand stroking over the navy dress in her closet. “This was always one of your papá’s favorites.”

“I know.” Mirabel rolls her eyes because Agustín spends half his free time waxing on the beauty of his wife. “You’re lucky he can’t kiss you or I’d never have any peace.”

“Mi vida?” Julieta stares at Mirabel and Agustín makes a cut gesture.

Mirabel, unfortunately, has given up on explaining her papá’s presence. After the fifth time Julieta presses healing food on her, for your head, she gives up on convincing her.

Now, she rolls her eyes again. “Just being loca, Mamá. You know how my head is.”

“I know what your sass is like, that’s for sure.” But Julieta wears the navy dress and pairs it with a maroon headband. Agustín drools over her for the rest of the day, much to Mirabel’s disgust.

“Bruno needs to leave his tower more often.” Agustín drifts behind Mirabel as she climbs the stairs to Bruno’s room.

“I think he does it just to piss off Abuela,” she huffs. “He’s got plenty of friends in town, now.”

“Ay, why won’t those two talk?”

“Because they’re as stubborn as two donkeys?”

Agustín opens his mouth to berate her, then gives up. It’s true. There’s a silent war between the two that’s been running since Casita was built. Honestly, they might find more comfort in being at odds than on the same side.

Alma increased their salt order without a fuss when Julieta quietly brought up how fast it was disappearing. Alma also pointed out how Bruno was dirtying her floors every time he threw it.

“If I could,” Agustín continues, floating half over the staircase Mirabel’s still climbing, “I’d knock their heads together until they saw sense.”

Mirabel stops, leaning on the stone wall. “Papá, you had six months you could have knocked their heads together with real hands.”

He sniffs. “I know. I wasn’t ready. I wanted to, uh, give them time to do it on their own.”

She gives him a flat stare. “Abuela scares you.”

“Well—yeah.” He gives up on the bravado, rubbing his head. “Trying to win Alma over to marry your Mamá…it wasn’t easy. I think she finally gave up because I kept showing up injured all the time.”

Mirabel starts for the stairs again. “Didn’t you break your wrist climbing a tree once?”

“Mi amor wanted an apple,” he defends.

“What about the time you sprained your ankle getting out of bed?”

“I…the floor was slippery.”

“And the time when—”

“Okay, I’m clumsy, I get it!”

Mirabel’s laughing, though, so Agustín grins as well. They’ve spent more time together now that he’s a ghost than they have alive. It’s—refreshing to see a side of Mirabel he hadn’t before. It’s nice to give sole focus to her from time to time, as well.

Mirabel’s at the top of the stairs, so Agustín hangs back to let her talk to Bruno alone. “Remember, I need some new books for the ghost book club!”

Mirabel throws him a thumbs-up. “Got it, Papá. But this time, I’m picking something I want to read, too.”

He grins, happy she’s willing to carry out his request. He wouldn’t force her to participate if she didn’t want to, but she seems to enjoy the reading time. She can’t see the other ghosts, but Agustín relays their questions and tells her who’s coming and going.

Being a ghost isn’t Agustín’s first choice, but he doesn’t regret his demise. Time with Mirabel is an unexpected bonus.

And, really, his book club is very good.

AO3 Here

#encantober #parents #agustin madrigal #mirabel madrigal #fluff #encanto #encanto fanfic

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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An Isabela prompt for her birthday: her and her parents bonding and them getting to know her real passions and wants and aspirations after she spent so many years being not on bad terms with them, but probably a little distant; closer to Alma, busy with her duties, growing up too fast and hiding her true self. I think they could use a catch-up and some wholesome character exploration. After all, she’s still their little girl to them.

Ooh, yes! 💐

Sometimes, it frightened Julieta just how good Isabela was at hiding her true feelings. Thank God, they were all getting better at expressing themselves and Isabela (in her own words) no longer gave a damn.

Julieta knew a thing or two about suppressing her own wants and needs. She knew how commanding her mother could be. But to think that Isabela nearly married a man she didn't love, "for the family," that she completely hid what she really wanted and felt, to make everyone else happy...

It scared her. It broke her heart.

"Isa, mi amor," Julieta told her after Casita's collapse. "I would never be happy if you weren't. And I am so, so sorry if I ever made you feel like you couldn't be yourself."

"We love you," Agustín said, holding Isabela tightly. "We love you no matter what. You don't have to pretend, Isa."

Isabela looked like she was about to cry. That perfect, doll-like smile was gone. The perfect, beautiful princess was gone. In her place was a frightened, angry young woman, tentatively testing her new freedom.

Julieta couldn't remember Isabela being shy a day in her life, but when the magic returned, Isabela certainly seemed shy as she showed her parents what she could do. She'd been boisterous and loud during the party, growing whatever sprang to mind.

Now, afterwards, when it was just the family, Isa smiled shyly and asked Julieta and Agustín if she'd like to see what she could do.

Happily, they agreed. Of course they wanted to see it. They wanted to see everything.

They didn't want perfection. They didn't want a dress-up doll, Senorita Perfecta. They just wanted Isabela.

They just wanted to know their daughter.

#answers #asks #prompts #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #best parents julieta and agustin #isabela can go a little feral #as a treat #isabela my beloved #la familia madrigal #the madrigal family #encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto prompts #my writing #snippets

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16magnolias · 2 years

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Encantober Day 6: Hugs

Mirabel sniffed and lifted her head from where it rested on her knees, her arms wrapped around them, hugging herself. Her tangled little cross-stitch had been tossed a few feet away, frustrated and angry after poking herself with the needle one too many times.

Agustín entered the nursery, making a soft sound of surprise. “Miraboo, what’s wrong?”

Mirabel held up her pricked finger. “I hurt my finger.”

Agustín kissed his six-year-old’s indicated injury and passed her a homemade honey-lemon drop from a handkerchief in his vest pocket. Mirabel sucked on it dejectedly, and the throbbing in her fingertips subsided as her mama’s gift took effect.

“Is there something else?” Agustín asked gently.

Mirabel rested her cheek on her knees again and gave a half-hearted shrug.

Agustín sat down beside her, folding his long legs and arms carefully so as not to accidentally hurt her – or himself – or anything else in her room.

After a moment, Mirabel sighed. “I just - I can’t do it Papá. It’s too – I’m not - good enough - ” her words came out choppy and squished together.

His heart constricted painfully in his chest.

“Mirabel, mi amor, look at me.”

Mirabel lifted her head from her knees and looked up at her padre. He took her hands in his and rubbed his thumb gently over their backs. They still had the sweet, chubby uniformity of a child’s hands, but he knew all too soon she would grow and leave this stage behind. He would do everything he could to help her leave the notion that she was ‘not good enough’ behind as well.

“Mirabel. You are good enough. You are perfect, just the way you are. You are – how old are you now?” He tilted his head and peered at her over his glasses. “Four?”

Mirabel giggled and wriggled away, crossing her arms. “Papá, I’m six!”

“Six! No, no no,” he shook his head. “I distinctly remember you were a baby yesterday. You could maybe possibly be four. But six?!”

“I’m six!” She insisted with narrowed eyes and a smirk on her face that let him know she was onto him.

“Okay, okay, six – I suppose it could be true.” He winked at her, and she smiled a little, happy smile. “Well, you are six. And you are doing an exceptional job. It takes practice to become good at sewing, good at embroidering.” Agustín leaned forward, imparting a secret. “It took me two years to thread a needle without stabbing myself silly.”

“Two years?” Mirabel asked in awe, wrinkling her nose at the thought of all those finger pricks.

“Two years,” Agustín confirmed with a serious nod. “And I’m still learning different things, you know. Skill takes time, mi amor. Keep practicing, and you’ll get better. Lo prometo.”

Mirabel thought for a moment and then nodded as she reached for her discarded project.

He placed a hand on her arm to still her and she looked up at him, a determined fierceness in her eyes he recognized all too well.

“But even – you know – even if you never get better, even if – sewing is not your thing, you’re still good enough, mariposa. Just the way you are. You know that, right?”

He swallowed. He wasn’t just talking about the sewing, anymore, but – not getting a gift was still a sensitive topic of conversation for his youngest daughter.

She stared at the cross stitch, turning it over and over in her hands, her head down.

In less than a minute, she lifted her head again to grin at him. “I know. But!” She continued, fingers playing with the frayed thread, working it out of its tangles slowly but surely – “but if it’s not sewing, maybe it’s painting! Or woodcarving. Or playing the accordion. Or – or - ” she paused. “There’s – gotta be something I’m good at, right?”

His heart turned over once again. “You are already good at so many things, Miraboo.”

“Like what?” She smiled up at him, trusting him entirely to keep her dreams aflight with his reassuring words.

“You are good at hide and seek. You are good at playing with your sisters and primos – at making sure they play and have fun, with you. You are good at coloring. You are good at imagining so many fun and beautiful things. And,” he added, “you are good at loving your family, Mirabel, and you have such a – kind and generous heart, and – a – courageous, fearless spirit, and - ”

He stopped, emotion coating his throat and making it work harder to get the words out.

“I do love my family,” she said with all the confidence and matter-of-factness of her age.

“And we love you,” he said, matching her tone to the best of his ability. “We all love you, so much.”

She nodded and went back to working on untangling her thread. He watched her for a moment, and then patted her on the shoulder and slowly stood.

Mirabel stopped as he did and then suddenly, her arms were around his legs, giving him the biggest hug she could manage. “Gracias, Papá,” she whispered. “You are so very welcome, my Mirabel.” Agustín hugged her back with equal fierceness. ��And I am so, so very proud of you and everything you do.”

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Thanks for reading!

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#encantober #hugs #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #good parent agustin

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Lost at Sea

(SNEAK PEEK)

What was supposed to be a fun day at the beach, turns into Julieta and Agustín Madrigal's worst nightmare.

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"As a Parent, what was a scenario that still terrifies you to this day?"

Losing a small child on the beach.

This happened to Agustín and Julieta Madrigal years ago, and to this day, it still shakes them to their core.

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July, 1996

Little Mirabel Madrigal loves the beach. She loves the sand between her toes, the warm sun on her back, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. The salty smell of the ocean air.

But what Mirabel loves most about the beach is going with her family.

Her papá was the first person to take her into the water. Her older sisters, Isabela and Luisa, and her prima, Dolores, taught her how to jump waves. (Mamá or papá had to hold her because she's 'too little'.)

Her primo Camilo is always entertaining. He tortured the poor seagulls one too many times; they finally got back at him. Just as he was about to take a bite of his sandwich, one swooped down and snatched it from him. He ran after the bird screaming and crying.

Mirabel felt kind of bad for laughing.

But there's one thing little Mirabel loves to do more than anything at the beach. Collecting seashells with her mamá. Mirabel loves when her mamá holds her hand, as they walk along the wet sand to find the shells. They have so many different shapes and colors! There's round ones, flat ones, spiky ones, pointy ones, flat ones! The ones that spiral are her favorites! If you press it to your ear, you can hear the ocean! Mirabel also loves looking for sand dollars! They're so pretty, but so hard to find!

So yes, Mirabel Madrigal loves the beach and collecting seashells with her mamá. But there was one problem: when Mirabel became interested in something, she became as quiet as a mouse. If someone turned their back on her, she could easily walk away without anyone knowing. She didn't mean to do it!

But that's exactly what happened one sunny summer day in July of 1996.

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achitka · 1 year

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Herding Cats

Chapter 29: Herding Cats

Summary:

You can love your family and still want to throttle them...just sayin

Bruno wondered how long it would take for his mother to appear. There was no doubt in his mind that she would. He looked up at the ceiling and saw there were branches running along the corners of the room. He hadn’t noticed that before. Casita really had done a full reset of his room. He remembered with a touch of regret that they were one of the first things to fade as his mother’s opinion of him started to change.

What did Mirabel see in him that his own mother had not? It made him wonder how or even if that would affect his Gift. The fact that he didn’t feel the least bit nervous about having another ‘sponty’ as he referred to those visions was foreign to him. He watched Pepa fuss with the cuff of her robe, in the past they would all have been drenched by now. She and Juli were talking like he hadn’t just announced they were potentially the bane of his existence and that made him realize that he was not sad. Content maybe? Bruno smiled when Pepa said, “She needs something to do besides killing her grandkids with kindness, anyway.”

“But we don’t want to worry her unnecessarily,” Julieta said.

“Bruno wouldn’t be having this type of vision if it wasn’t something we needed to know now.” Pepa said flatly.

“Tell us everything you remember Bruno, maybe there was something you missed,” Félix said.

“Yes, see if you can focus on the one you say looks like Alma,” Agustín offered.

They all seemed to be waiting for him to do something so he picked a knothole in the branch above his head and stared at it. The recording finished and Bruno tried to focus on what he’d seen earlier. Lots of trees, mist, people…one turned and seemed to look directly at him, and everything went green…

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Agustín was off his chair and next to Bruno before he could hit the floor. “Juli! Pepa!” Both women turned and Juli immediately went out the door, Pepa knelt near him and held his head in her hands. “Bruno, can you hear me hermano? Bruno, can you hear me? Please wake up.” Bruno remained as he was, eyes glowing green and Pepa saw him mouth was moving slightly and thought maybe he was speaking to someone unseen. The drizzle that had started when she knelt stopped abruptly as she thought, that’s new. Bruno gasped and came back to himself. The glow faded from his eyes, he blinked, and he looked at Pepa and he had the barest of smiles.

Juli dropped the teacup and spoon upon seeing Bruno awake making Pepa start and let go of his head. It dropped all the way to the floor with a small thud. “What happened?” Juli asked.

Pepa realized she just dropped her brother’s head and said, “Sorry, hermano,” He really was smiling and Pepa growled and gave his face a gentle shake. “This better not be one of your sorry jokes, Bruno Madrigal. Dios Mios, I think my heart will beat out of my chest,” she said as she took a few deep breaths. When she sat back, Félix was, of course, right where she needed him to be. She let her fear evaporate like the cloud above her head.

Julieta had picked up the pieces of the teacup and the spoon and was no longer in the room. Bruno got off the floor with Agustín’s help and sat slowly, if a bit shakily, into the high-backed red velvet chair. He was looking at the still open door. Pepa turned and saw Isa and Dolores there looking nervous and confused. Guess the cat’s out of the bag now. Félix helped her up, she waved the girls in and she and Félix returned to their spots on the sofa.

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Juli returned and handed Bruno another cup of her tea. She sat at the end of the sofa next to Agustín’s chair, leaving enough room on the sofa for Isa and Dolores who sat down both craning their necks to take in his room. Bruno took a sip of the tea and his hands, again, immediately stopped shaking. It tasted better this time too. Bruno took a longer drink of the tea and watched his still open door. The vision he’d just had was not about the lady in the forest, it was of this moment. Best get on with it then. He set down the cup, got up and went over to the door. They were all watching him, but Bruno moved forward, knowing full well there was something he needed to do. Something he’d been avoiding for a long time.

Standing in the doorway, he put a hand on the door frame and tapped it five times with his fingertip. She was out there, just beyond the light of his room. She seemed hesitant to move forward, waiting for something. Bruno realized what that something was and it was something only he could give her. But he needed something first, was it still there? He found it more easily than he would have thought possible. Right where he left it all those years ago… still there, not lost. That place in his heart that held all the love he ever had for her. In that moment the wall he’d created to protect himself from her started to crack for there can be no forgiveness without love. He believed it now, she was not who she was before the breaking, and neither was he. Time for something different.

“Please come in Mamá,” Bruno said gently, holding out his hand.

She stepped forward hesitantly and took it and asked, “Are you alright, Bruno?”

“Yes, thank you,” he said.

She stepped in and looked for all the world like she was about to cry at the site of his ‘new’ room. She was one of the few that had ever seen it like this. Bruno guided her to the chair he’d just got up from she looked at all the assembled faces and she said to him, “I’m sure you know why I’m here, Bruno. What do you think we should do?”

That was not what he was expecting her to say. He reminded himself again, she’s not who she was and said, “Well, I can tell you or I can show you. It’s up to you Mamá.”

Alma did not hesitate, “Show me.”

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Alma sat back in the chair and waited and watched as Bruno set about collecting the 'things' he thought he was going to need. When Juli and Pepa realized what he was about they both got up.

"Bruno, what are you doing?" Pepa asked, storm cloud forming, even though she knew full well what he was doing.

"I'm doing what Mamá asked me to," he said and turned around and said to Agustín, "You might want to go sit with Mirabel. This might, no it will wake her up," he said this in his matter-of-fact way and that caused Julieta's face go pale.

"What are you going to do Bruno?" she asked.

Isa was off the sofa and said to her parents, "I'll go Pá, Doli can tell you if I need help with Mira."

Dolores nodded, and Isabela was out the door.

"Answer my question, Bruno," Julieta voice was now tinged with anger as Bruno continued his gathering.

Pepa answered with a note of fear in her voice, "He's going to do that," her cloud got noticeably darker.

"No discussion? Just like that?"

Agustín and Félix had their heads together were speaking in low tones. Dolores, still sitting on the sofa was hugging herself and her knee was bouncing in an attempt to calm her nerves.

Alma got up from the chair and put a hand on both Julieta and Pepa. Both turned to her and she said, "Don't worry, mis hijas, I do not believe we will see anything imminently troubling. Bruno, will you really need all that?"

Bruno looked at the small pile of things he'd set on a small table near an alcove and shrugged. "I just want to be prepared."

"Maybe you should rely more on your own strength and not the things…"

"What are you saying Mamá?"

Alma smiled and said "Perhaps, given the current state of the magic, you should begin again."

Bruno at first did not appear to understand what she was getting at, but something caught his eye and he raised an eyebrow and nodded as he said, "Alright, I'll try it your way."

"Santa Maria," Pepa said threw her hands up in the air, a blast of hot wind made Alma and Bruno turn toward her and Julieta. "Were you two even going to bother to ask if we wanted to have any part of this?"

Julieta nodded in agreement and she said, "Bruno, you still haven't answered my question. Why this?"

"Because, like you've always said, we are strongest together."

Julieta's eyes narrowed and she growled at him. Pepa put a hand on Juli's shoulder and said, "That's bullshit and you know it, Bruno."

Dolores let out a squeak and the husbands were staring, mouths open and Alma just sighed and said to herself, "Ay, no." She had forgotten how volatile Bruno could be, especially when he was dealing with his sisters.

Bruno paused and seemed to remember something and said "Fine, will the pair of you please assist with this vision. I'll try not to let happen what happened the last time." Julieta's growl deepened and Pepa, arms crossed, teeth clenched let loose a lightning bolt that hit the carpeted floor right in front of Bruno. "Let me rephrase that," Bruno said rubbing his arm while looking at the still smoldering spot on the carpet, "I won't let that happen again?"

Julieta spoke first, "No, no, and just no. I've had enough. Good night, Bruno," and she stalked out the door. Agustín got up and gave Bruno an apologetic shrug then followed his wife. Pepa looked over to Félix and he too rose from his seat and followed his wife out the door. Dolores, forgotten and alone on the sofa, eyes wide, got up and said, "I guess I'll go get Isa," and disappeared into the hallway.

Bruno instantly relaxed, went to the door and closed it. He turned back to his mother and said with a wry smile, "Well that was easier than expected."

"You know Bruno, you could have just asked them to go."

"Maybe. But it would not have been nearly as fun. Besides they've been babying me all day."

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Isabela stopped in front of her sister's door and carefully examined the jacarandas there. They looked different than when she had grown them earlier. The colors were deeper, and the flowers shone in the pale light of the hall. Isa had tried to imitate the design of Mira's name her sister had embroidered on her favorite mochila bag and had to admit it looked pretty good.

Isa quietly opened the door and went inside. Expecting to see Mira's room as it had existed before, her breath caught as she closed the door behind her. Isa pulled a blanket from the drawer that opened nearby then sat on the sofa. Looking around at all the spaces Casita had created for Mira, it made her wonder what Gift her sister would have gotten if that door had opened for her. How lucky for her it did not. Mirabel had developed so many other talents in her quest to gain acceptance that Isa felt that old twinge of jealousy that had fueled her previous interactions with her. But the animosity she used to feel was gone, instead all that remained was the love.

The door opened again, and Isa was surprised to see Dolores waving to her. Isa got up and went into the hallway.

"What happened?" Isa whispered.

"Nothing." Dolores shrugged.

"Nothing?"

"Tío was just trying to get everyone out of his room," she said and started toward her room. "I wonder what he did that got that reaction from our mothers."

"Clearly nothing they'd care to repeat," Isa snorted as she walked next to her.

"Well, our moms have been hovering around him all day, like he might break," Dolores said rolling her eyes.

"We should just go to bed, parents are exhausting," Isa said, and Dolores nodded.

#encantober 2022 #encantober parents #encanto fanfic #madrigal triplets #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #dolores madrigal #julieta madrigal

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Stray AU | An Innocent Set Of Glasses P1

Mirabel knew she shouldn’t have gone this far out but a part of her just needed the sense of escape from the overwhelming reminder of what she didn’t have for a little while. Not to mention, a part of her figured she was still in Dolores’s range but with the music blaring, it was no surprise if she couldn’t,

It which did make her feel better as she sat back on the large rock she had been sitting at for the last half an hour, watching the sun get a little bit lower in the sky. Just… enjoying this moment away from home. From the magic.

She knew she should be happy.

Antonio was still getting used to his new and amazing gift and she was so happy for him. He didn’t need to fear about not being good enough for the family. Antonio was truly part of the family; to shine.

But… now that left her with being the odd one out. Always the Giftless Madrigal. A curse that Abuela had claimed her father had ensured before he left the family. A part of her didn’t want to think it was true but she had nothing else to contradict the statement. Tio Felix had said he was kind, yet why was she the only Madrigal without a gift? Abuela did have the logic; he had left them before her mami found out she was pregnant, by a day. Abuela and Tio Felix had said he had been acting odd for the day before he left and Mirabel had a hunch Papi must have known Mami was pregnant.

If he was kind, why would he leave his pregnant wife after two kids?

There was something that just didn’t feel right. But Mirabel knew not to dwell on it either. She wasn’t allow to talk or ask about him without upsetting her mother but… she was curious.

Her head turned as she noticed a familiar bird land next to her, sighing softly at it.

Antonio’s toucan. Pico.

“Are you here to retrieve me, make sure I’m okay or just here for the sake of it?”

Pico jumped around the little space with squawks before facing back the way she had come, jutting his beak out. Clearly an indication she was to go back; definitely here on Abuela’s request.

Mirabel nodded, “Let them know I’m on my way back. It’s a long walk.”

Pico chirped before taking off, her eyes following the toucan before she rose to her feet. But something in the corner of her eye glittered in the sun that pulled her attention before it was lost. Her eyes flickered about, turning to its vague direction.

What was that?

Mirabel knew very little tended to shine without reason in the wilderness… maybe it was trick of the light?

The glittering returned as she shifted on the spot, frowning as she pinpointed it in a shadowed part under some roots of a tree. Curiously, she peered down to look then knelt before using a small stick to prod away any scorpions that may be there first before she reached in and pulled it out.

Aside from a hunk of mud; it looked to be metal frames. Her fingers dug into it, pulling the mud away and exposed… a set of damaged glasses. Dirt encrusted the lenses so thickly that a long soak would be the only thing making them useable again, but one of it’s leg was badly bent like it had been almost sliced through.

Mirabel hummed softly, tossing it onto her side bag; she could clean them later. Now she had to get back before she’d worry the family. It certainly would be interesting to looking them, maybe able to identify the owner? She could do with a good distraction. It did beg the question…who’d leave glasses that far out from Encanto?

“Pico said you went far this time,” Mami spoke softly as Mirabel helped wash up after dinner.

Dinner had been a somewhat quiet affair. Mirabel hadn’t said much as Isabela and Abuela discussed the upcoming engagement party now her dear sister was finally engaged. Mirabel was already sick of hearing about it and she knew she should be happy but… she just wasn’t.

But that was only a her problem. No one else’s.

“I just wanted a walk, Mama,” Mirabel answered, gently wiping dry her Tia’s plate and set it down, casita’s tile’s shifting it down the surface. “It’s nice to get away for a little bit.”

“Please don’t go that far again… I don’t want you to get lost.”

Mirabel didn’t meet her eye but her shoulders deflated a little at her tone, the tired softness that was underlined. “Sorry, Mama.”

Her mother’s hands touched at her arm, pulling her in for a side hug, her semi-dry hand coming to her cheek, heat of the water lingering in her touch. “I don’t want to lose you, Amor… I already lost your father and your Tio Bruno. You’re too precious to lose too.”

Mirabel sucked a soft breath in; her heart panging softly but the words left her before she realised it “Is Papi why I didn’t get a gift?”

Her mother’s body stiffened a little before Mirabel slowly met her gaze before shrinking away at the tears in her mother’s face, seeing how she bit her lip and the hidden ach hidden in her mother’s face.

“No.” Mami tightened her grip. “He was so happy when Isabela got her gift, and would have been for Luisa too….” ‘If he had been there’ echoed silently in the missing half of that between them.

“Why did he leave us?”

Her mother’s hands didn’t leave her but there was no answer; not that Mirabel really expected one. Mami didn’t know. No one truly knew. She knew the story, Abuela had told her he packed up and walked off during the night and that was that. No searched found him and nothing since.

He had vanished.

Mirabel was curious to wonder what had happened to someone after they left Encanto. If he found sanctuary. Did her Papi find new love? Did she perhaps have any more siblings if he got remarried? If he wasn’t, would Mami even take him back after what he did? Those were bubbling in the back of her mind.

Mirabel did liked to think so; the idea of their family being whole again if Mami wanted him…that would be great. Maybe then they’d know the truth of why he left; there had to be a good reason aside from… well her.

Mirabel kissed her Mami’s cheek and finished the drying before she bid a quick good night and headed up for the night.

At her desk was a little bowl of water where she had set the glasses to soak overnight. Getting dressed, she found herself drawn to it as she dressed before she gently plucked them out, the dirt lifted easily with soft circular rubs of cloth. The frames were still a little rusty but now she could see the golden frame it used to be, the right lens was wobbly, so she took more care but the left lens had a surprising crack down the side, like a nail had been clawed down it’s surface but not enough to crack it into pieces.

Her fingers traced the line until she touched the frame before she noted the same scratch at the rim too at both top and bottom. Her fingers traced down the side, to the bent side but there were three same diverts down it’s side, bending it slightly in three places; not fully snapped but the rust was most prominent at the broken edges. What had broken these had clearly been sharp; no accidental drops from the looks of it.

It only heightened her curiosity.

After Breakfast, Mirabel was quick to leave and head down to the optician and waited until it opened, smiling softly at Senor Castro as he opened the door.

“Mirabel, Buenos dias.”

“Buenos días,” she waved. “You’re not too busy this morning, are you?”

Senor Castro shook his head “not yet. Do you need a spare set made?” gesturing to her green frames as he welcomed her in.

Mirabel shook her head, looking at the different empty frames on display, ready to be chosen and fitted for lenses. At the far side were the testers, the screen down and empty and the desk surface of lens choices were nearly stacked like coins. It had been a while since she had last been here but… it looked the same.

“I found a set of glasses, I was hoping to return them to the owner. You’re the only one that sells them so I thought…you’d have records.”

Senor Castro paused though seemed intrigued before he picked out what looked to be a heavy book from the counter.

“Show me.”

Mirabel carefully handed over the damaged frames, wrapped in a simple cloth but let Senor Castro do the honours.

Senor Castro’s face turned into a slight frown as he looked over the damage, pulling a lamp close to inspect through the lenses in a sharper light before grabbing a magnifying glass.

“Interesting…” He set the glasses down, switching the book for one far older.

Mirabel lent forwards curiously as he thumbed through it. “What’s interesting?”

“I haven’t made this style in 16 years in this colour. I switched to stainless steel and bronze colourings over gold… much cheaper to make and easier too. I’m surprised there’s corrosion…” he mused.

“Do you know whose they are?”

Senor Castro paused though an almost conflicted look crossed his face before he smiled. “I think so but let me check the serial numbers.”

Mirabel waited, as he looked through more pages, going further back what she felt were decades.

“Ah, here we go.” He stopped the book. “Agustín Rojas, 1926 was his last purchase under this name.”

Her eyes scanned the pages though she was surprised at how often his name appeared. “Frequent buyer?”

Senor Castro nodded, “He often broke them when he fell. His parents bought them in three sets at a time to spare the trips.”

Mirabel chuckled softly. Her Mami did that too but she had gotten better at not breaking them now. She still had her last set in her chest of draws.

“Is he still around?”

Senor Castro shook his head though the cautious look appeared on his face for a moment, “No, not any more but his parents live a few houses down from here.”

Mirabel nodded before her gaze returned to the glasses. “Do you know what could have damaged these?”

“Can I ask where you found them?”

“They were under some tree roots. A few miles from Encanto.” Mirabel didn’t look to see the man’s face clear of colour or how his eyes widened before he composed his expression quickly.

“I see.” His voice turned up a few pitches before he coughed. “Well, by the looks it could have…been some sort of rock that it was scraped across, or an animal may have found it.”

Mirabel frowned though she was perplexed at how he looked a little flustered as he slammed the book shut and back onto the shelf.

“Is everything aright, Senor Castro?”

The man nodded, “Si, si… just, a little unexpected.” He smiled tightly. “I’m sure Senora Rojas and her husband would be happy to accept her son’s glasses. Five doors down, red shutters and the green door.”

Mirabel sensed the sharp dismissal before she collected and wrapped the frames and padded from the shop, though watched as Senor Castro turned the shop sign from open to close quickly. Leaving her standing her mildy confused before she headed down, counting the doors until she was standing infront of a tailor’s shop, with huge red shutters that were closed and a green door.

La Familiar Rojas.

Sastrería desde 1901

Her eyes lingered on it for a moment before she plucked up the courage and knocked lightly.

The door opened to an elderly woman with lots of dark silver hair, quite tall and sharp eyes that made Mirabel feel a little cautious that she had picked the right house.

“Hola…sorry to disturbed you. My name’s Mirabel. I think I found something that belongs to your son?”

The look the woman gave only turned stonier as she spoke before Mirabel noted a sharp inhale at the mention of the last bit.

“Mi Amour?” A male voice behind echoed before a man’s head poked over her shoulder, like his wife, he was tall and dressed in a neat three piece suit and his grey hair slicked back with a round set of glasses. Mirabel smiled, a little awkwardly.

“Why don’t you come in?” Senora Rojas spoke, nudging her husband out the way who looked a little confused but he seemed to comply. Mirabel hesitated but decided to go with it; Dolores would no doubt be listening if there was any trouble.

“Would you like anything to drink, Mirabel?” Senora Rojas asked. “Coffee, Water, Lulo juice, Mango pineapple?”

“No, but thank you.” Mirabel declined softly though Senora Rojas poured herself a mug of coffee and gestured to the kitchen table’s chair. Mirabel sat, though watched as Senora Rojas looked far less confident than before, careful and…if a little sad.

“So, last night I went for a walk a little out of Encanto.” Mirabel decided to start, “I found these. I cleaned them up this morning. Senor Castro pointed me to you.” She set the wrapped glasses down at the table top, sitting back. “He said they belonged to Agustín Rojas.”

Senora Rojas placed her cup down before she reached forwards and pulled them towards her, taking a moment to unwrap it until the glasses laid innocently in the centre, the morning sun highlighting the cracks in its glass, glinting off the frame.

Senora Rojas’s breath held before she closed her eyes,

Senor Rojas’s hand came to his wife’s shoulder. “Aye, it’s his” His voice dropped though he was more hesitant in his next question, “Where did you find them?”

“A few miles out from Encanto, down past the downtown home and livestock, there’s a break in the treeline.”

Senor Rojas nodded though headed off.

Mirabel watched him for a moment than looked back to Senora Rojas who hadn’t let go of the delicate frames, tracing over the damage with a soft sadness but… there was acceptance in her face.

“Are you okay, Senora Rojas?”

Her head bobbed numbly, “We knew he was gone. Suspected he…” she paused, “This is…want we needed to know. We don’t have to wonder any longer.” She sniffed carefully, reaching into her smart dress for a delicate handkerchief. “Thank you, Mirabel.”

The realisation came swiftly. A dead son. Her throat tightened a little in a sense of bittersweet. She knew the idea of unknown; a parent not knowing their son’s fate was no doubt every parents fear as her mother had expresses last night. Had…she brought them proof that he was gone? Evidence to bring them some peace to bury his memory.

A moment later, the silence was broken by Senor Rojas’s return this time unfolding a hand-drawn map of Encanto.

“If you don’t mind, can you generalise where you found them?”

Mirabel blinked as the map was placed in front of her. She eyed him for a moment then sighed softly, letting her eyes run over the map’s details before a pencil was pushed into her hands. Only slightly outdated, it looked surprisingly detailed in foraging trails and pathways that could lead out.

“About...here, it’s not shown but there’s a break in an area of trees.” Mirabel spoke, circling a board circle to a least detailed second of the map “a small foundation of rocks. According to Antonio, used to be a den before bad weather caved in over a decade ago.” Antonio hadn’t said much when she had returned last night, it had been Parce when Pico had mentioned where she was.

Senora Rojas shook her head, “Of course… why am I not surprised.” There was a mild hint of frustration in her voice, taking a heavy gulp of her coffee.

“Carry on.” Senor Rojas pressed. “Is it a clear pathway?”

“Yeah. A little steep but a pleasant walk.” She traced the route the best she could, then placed the pencil down softly.

Senora Rojas nodded softly, tugging the map from in front of her. “Thank you, Mirabel.” He looked more preoccupied but Mirabel knew not to question it; the couple here clearly needed time to process this.

“I can leave you to it, I see I’ve opened up an old wound.” Mirabel rose to her feet.

“No, you gave us closure.” Senora Rojas spoke, “and we are grateful,” but to Mirabel’s surprise, Senora Rojas wrapped the glasses back up and held them out, “We would like these back but… could you show these to your mother first? I think she may find it…enlightening.”

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philtatosbuck · 2 years

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anyway. can’t sleep watched an animated movie for comfort as one does and. i have to wonder where the idea that pepa and felix are these parents who stand up to alma when she goes too far and julieta and agustin aren’t came from?

i mean. julieta and agustin are the only ones we actually saw defending mirabel to alma, even at the risk of her anger. julieta may not have yelled at her, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t defend her daughter. agustin especially, too. i don’t doubt pepa and felix are good parents but i do think it’s. especially exaggerated in comparison to how people write julieta and agustin as. lesser parents? when for all intents and purposes, they do have good relationships with their daughters. alma is the one who has strained relationships with the girls.

#it's Weird after a certain point #especially fics where pepa or bruno decide to take in mirabel #bruno was a hermit for ten years and the most we saw of pepa she got irritated with mirabel #(although she had a good bond w isabela from what we saw)#what is this idea that julieta and agustin are Bad parents.#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #you could go on and say it's canon context #which is when people bring in the 'pepa's kids are more adjusted' argument #but. an original plot point for camilo #is that he doesn't know who he is (like isa)#antonio's FIVE.#and dolores has been listening to a man living in the walls #for years #in addition to thinking she would never get a chance with the guy she liked #'well adjusted' just means they didn't get enough screen time #to go over their issues #i DON'T think pepa and felix are bad parents #but i certainly don't think julieta and agustin are #don't know where the idea that pepa and bruno #are so much closer to each other than julieta #came from either??? she seems closer to them both than they are to each other #but eh

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row-boats3 · 2 years

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I chose to rewrite this work, as I felt I could show much better writing. I’m far happier with this version and will be continuing it :)

Summary: He hadn’t recognized the significance it held. Truly, Camilo wouldn’t fully grasp the true impact of that moment until weeks, months, maybe even years later. Crossing Tiber those mountains, he didn’t think anything would change. He would still be Camilo, the impossible combination of dramatic theater kid and insecure teenager that somehow managed to screw everything up. In his new village, Camilo keeps meeting new people, and splashes of yellow have caught his eye. They seem to notice him too, confusing the teen beyond sense. How can practical strangers make him feel more at home that his own family?

This is inspired by the amazing @scarletfire100 and their work “Searching for Somewhere to belong” which is a finished work of the same concept, please go read it!

#encanto #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #warm color family #abuela alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #adoptive parents #adoptive family #neglect #angst.#gaslighting

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jacarandaaaas · 3 months

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I remember seeing something in your tags where you said you had a few ideas for episodes for the Encanto series. Do you mind sharing them with me? if you want of course. (I've already written the basic premise for seasons 1-4 but I'm happy to hear any ideas you got)

ooh of course! these are just some brainstormed thoughts nothing substantial but

- mirabel gets her new room (because we didn’t see it in the movie)

- julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise

- bruno goes out into the town with his sisters and they talk to the townspeople about everything

- mirabels having nightmares/flashbacks of casita falling on her and starts thinking there’s cracks everywhere

- antonio and Dolores doing literally anything I love them

- alma falls back into old habits but the family’s there to steer her in the right direction

- luisa gets a fun part in her room! (Based on the concept art)

- the husbands + bruno have a boys night out !

- isa and Dolores have a heart to heart when they plan to spend the day together

- camilo and Bruno put on a play for the whole community and the whole family helps!

- pepa brings bruno around to try new things since he’s missed so much

- madrigal grandkids have a sleepover

- triplets flashback to when they first get their gifts and it’s the first week of absolute CHAOS in the encanto

- day of little candles themed ep where alma and the family go to the river and alma tells them all about pedro (maybe a flashback to life before dos oruguitas)

- isabela adjusting to her new identity and the villagers still subconsciously think of her as her “perfect” version

- someones birthday and the family throw the best party ever

- mirabel and bruno reflect on what’s changed and how the future can be scary

- this one’s entirely self indulgent but mirabel goes to the local seamstress to get advice and ends up being taken on board as an assistant

- camilo and Marco get all the town kids to partake in the ultimate encanto football match

- luisa having a day off where the family do everything for her (she deserves it)

- christmas ep because why not!

- flashback to grandkids as younger for some preteen Dolores and isa moments

- antonio starts school and is super nervous and struggles a bit but he has his family for support

- mirabel not being used to having attention on her all the time and feeling like she has to live up to new expectations because she’s “the miracle” (this isn’t her being a leader or anything this is literally just her brain assuming they expect stuff from her)

- triplets bday!! (Can be from any time)

- mirabel and Antonio have a picnic

- Dolores and Mariano get a date set up for them by camilo

- madrigal sisters talk about their feelings from when mirabel went missing

- agustin and julieta have an anniversary coming up so agustin wants to make it the most special ever (shenanigans insue)

- pepa and felix go out for the night and pepa is insanely talented on the dance floor

- all the parents go away and Bruno is left to babysit

- isabela wants to make some friends after not having many due to her wanting to keep up appearances

- Dolores wants a new outfit and goes to mirabel for help

- luisa stands up to the donkey man

- julieta and alma moments

I cant think of more on the spot so if anyone wants to leave suggestions in comments!

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miracles-and-butterflies · 3 months

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Ok, so, what if all the madrigal kids were put on the "golden child" pedestal? Even Mirabel (she can have a gift or no gift, it's your choice).

Isabela = The perfect girl who can create flowers. She's agile, sweet, and beautiful. If you had a bad day she can give you a few flowers to make you feel better. She can also help with birthdays, funerals, weddings, etc.

Dolores = The girl who can hear if anyone is in trouble or just someone to spill the tea with. She can also help if any person or child is going through abuse of some kind.

Luisa = Has the strength to protect anyone in the family and just help around with heavy things. She's also just as agile and almost never smudges her clothes when she's out doing chores.

Mirabel = ?

Camilo = the perfect gentleman and sweetheart of the family. Always willing to help mothers or parents have a break. Or just willing to make you laugh or smile.

Antonio = The second sweetest boy of the family. Always willing to give a hug or help around. Especially with his new gift, he can easily speak to the animals of Encanto for anything the villagers need. (And to tell the bee's Agustin isn't a threat)

(I'm already writing an au like this, but I just wanted to see what your version of the au would be like. In my version Mirabel got the gift of creating diamonds (jewelry), crystals, and pearls. You can choose if she gets a gift or not tho)

To be honest, I wouldn’t want to do an AU too similar to that of someone else’s, if that makes sense? It isn’t that I dislike the idea though.

Anyway, here are my thoughts on this:

Having all of them be the “golden child” at once kind of renders the trope pointless. If they are all perfect, they are all equal; so there wouldn’t really be a pedestal or favouritism. In addition, having so much may also make it quite messy.

But it is a very intriguing idea to play around with what each child would be like in the role.

Isabela is already the favourite in canon. I don’t have anything to add here.

Dolores is definitely an interesting case. Her gift is one of the ones usually regarded as a curse or associated with negative connotations. Which it isn’t, it is arguably one of the more helpful gifts. Combined with her passion and intelligence, she would make a very capable golden child and definitely achieve that ideal of a perfect, young lady that we see Abuela going for with Isabela in canon.

Luisa is one of the more likely to be a golden child for me. If Abuela valued more hard work than reputation, as Luisa could easily be argued as the one who does the most to benefit the community alongside her mother. At the same time, she is also this figure of bravery and protection, which easily adds to the possible idolisation of her character to the town.

Camilo is similar to Luisa. Given his optimistic spirit and the desire to bring smiles or laughter to all, he is definitely one of the more friendly and social members of the family - it is easy to imagine him being the favourite of the town because of how his work brings him so close to their lives. He’d fall into a similar trap to Isabela, hiding his more mischievous and chaotic nature, in favour of a more gentlemen persona to please Abuela.

Mirabel is not usually handled well in AUs where she’s swapped to be the favourite. She gets wildly out of character and just becomes another Señorita Perfecta Isabela or idolised for being more vulnerable (which… why? You’d have to have the same feelings to the entire town). Mirabel is the brains of her sisters (Luisa = brawn, Isabela = beauty). There is so much potential behind a mind or logic based gift and the subsequent pressures Mirabel might face as “the most intelligent girl in town”. And I will never get why nobody takes advantage of it.

Antonio is another one to see being an easy charmer. The youngest favouritism is rather common and how could you say anything bad about a sweet, little boy who can talk to animals? I haven’t seen anyone experiment with him as the favourite before, so it would be very exciting to see what someone comes up with.

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto au #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal

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gamerbearmira · 7 months

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Giant mermaid au

Yo...For the giant mermaid au can we pls see more of Antonio with his human buddies, maybe they're like giving him a piggy back ride lol and trying to feed him without him biting.

I hope it's not too much but can we also see giant mermaid isa, agustine and Bruno haven't seen them yet lol

Questions

So Agustin being the one to talk to humans, is he sorta the expert on them is he asked questions about them?

What do the sirens do? What's their routine, guppies sometimes go to the groto daycare and most adults go hunting or defending the area. I'm just curious how the community runs or just what it's like lol. What do the madrigals family do everyday?

Do Mirabel and Isa still have beef?

Tiny madrigals au

High fives 🥹

Heh quite alot, hopefully not too much of a bother I love your stories and your drawings 😎

OF COURSE‼️‼️‼️

Also I never explained or said it but. Antonio, along with other guppies, really only like one human from the ship they encounter. You know Milo, from Atlantis. Yeah, the human is basically like that dude, a linguist. He can understand the guppies, to an extent, so they like him. The guppies simply tolerate the other humans. They can’t get close or. They will get bit 💀💀

And yes. I have yet to draw the other siren Madrigals shhhhhh

Agustín isn’t an expert, but he definitely knows a whole lot more than the others in the community. He often will debunk the things that just straight up aren’t true. He is bombarded by guppies and younger sirens on a daily basis. They’re always asking him questions about human, but he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s funny how interested they are, seeing that he in no major way, is he against humans entirely.

As for the sirens???? I guess it depends on the family. Guppies do go to the daycare though. They actually sleep in there most of the time, they rarely are in their family cave to sleep, because of how small they are compared to grown sirens. They’re picked up n the morning, go back in the afternoon, then they can free roam, and then their parents usually drop them off at night. Hence why there are always the caretakers at the Grotto.

The adults, most of the time, are hunting for some kind of food. Defending surprisingly isn’t a major priority. That job is typically left to jellyfish, you know like box jellyfish, considering how close jellyfish and giant sirens have been for decades. Some adults are farming, but it’s not for like sea animals; it’s for those giant shells that are used for guppies. They’re cultured and selectively breaded specifically so they can be used for guppies. And it’s not just like clams, it’s oysters, mussels, any kind of shell like that. Humans actually try and find these farm, because sometimes, though it’s rare, giant pearls can form within the shells. Pearls mean nothing to giant sirens, they hold no particular value, so they’re kind of just put into the family’s treasury and they move on with their lives.

Madrigals is very similar to what they do in canon. Just going around helping whoever needs it. Gifts??? I never really decided if they were a thing, but I’m leaning towards no??? Honestly them helping around is enough, and since they’re underwater, a lot of the gifts serve no real useful purposes to giant sirens. They!re very capable, and have no need for anything special.

And no! They don’t have beef. It’s more like a friendly sibling rivalry. You know, play fighting, talking smack, stuff like that. Alma doesn’t really play favorites in this AU. So nothing driving them apart. Isabela was actually the one who carried Luisa and Mirabel around in their shells when they were little, so she’s quite close with Mirabel.

Tiny Madrigals, but it’s just these two

AND I’M GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF‼️‼️ I LOVE MAKING IT 👹👹👹

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 months

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Encanto au discussion

Ok, I've started to realize that people are forgetting/ don’t really know what AU’s are. I’m speaking to the Encanto fandom specifically. So, yes, I know AU’s where Alma, the blue couple, yellow couple, and/or Isabela are evil/mean to Mirabel are not liked.

Mamabel au’s aren’t liked because these types of au’s usually bash Felix and Pepa for being bad parents (which they aren’t). Au’s where Alma is just an evil person or Isabela is a b*tch to Mirabel aren’t liked because everyone knows Alma and Isabela as characters are complex people who had issues of their own.

But I think people fail to understand that these fics/ideas have AU attached to them. ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. The characters are literally changed to fit a new story to the writer's liking. I’m sure every Encanto writer understands that the madrigals (the gifted ones specifically) are complex people.

Alma lost her husband to a brutal death and the miracle came about right after. It’s obvious she thought the magic had to be earned in order for it to stay. She just took the idea too far and pressured her children a little too much.

Everybody understands that Pepa and Felix would NEVER leave a newborn baby to a ten year old. The very idea would seem absurd to them. Mirabel obviously is like an older sister than a mother to Antonio. Julieta and Agustin would never neglect their daughters nor would Pepa and Felix neglect their children.

Isabela NEVER bullied/abused Mirabel in any sense of those words. It’s just their relationship dwindled over the years. But you can obviously see they had a loving sister dynamic, even if they didn’t like each other at the moment.

But these characters…are characters. They aren’t real. They are 3D MODEL RIGS given a personality to fit a role in a movie! If someone wants to change them to write a new story they certainly have the right to.

But I am NOT talking to proshippers, all of you can f*ck off, die, and live in the fiery pits of hell for an eternity.

So please, don’t get butt hurt when your favorite character is changed in an au/fanfiction. It’s just writing, it’s not gonna hurt you whatsoever, just scroll on. And certainly, don’t leave comments on the fics saying that (insert Madrigal here) isn’t like that, or “they would never do that”, etc.

We KNOW Mirabel isn’t a teenage mother, we KNOW Alma/Isabela isn’t a monster, we KNOW the blue and yellow couple are good parents. But you do understand that terrible family members do exist in real life…correct?

There are real life stories where teenagers were forced to raise their siblings. Multiple stories where parents/grandparents are really f*cked up people. Multiple stories where siblings weren’t the best people.

Don’t you think people who had f*cked up family members read these fics and feel a little represented when they read that kind of au?

Exhibit A:

(This comment was on my pequeno soldado fic)

So, just because an au doesn't speak to YOU personally doesn't mean it doesn't speak to others. Don't hate on it either, just scroll on.

Thanks for reading ted talk/rant!

#encanto 2021 #encanto au #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal

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