#tio agustin

[lawlessmadrigals]

Chapter 1: "Una visita inesperada", part 1

What is his niece doing here?

#long time no see tio #encanto #disney #los sin ley madrigal #los sin ley #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio marigal #luisa madrigal #lawless madrigals #lawless encanto

[achitka]

Well that was actually kinda fun

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #dolores madrigal #casita #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #tio bruno #luisa magridal #isabela madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #tio felix #pepa madrigal

[defnotasimp2]

*29 days ago* Me: I think I’ll draw this quote after school! *Fast forward to today* Me: I didn’t say how long after school :)

Also quote from @incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes

#encanto #agustín madrigal #encanto agustin #tio agustín #encanto julieta #bruno madrigal #encanto felix #encanto pepa #tia julieta #encanto bruno #tio felix #felix madrigal #encanto quotes #encanto fanart #fanart

[aurelia11fan]

Tío Can Heal, Too

(Agustín is a great tío, y’all)

It was 11:30 at night when Dolores jerked awake from a dead sleep. Cramps were tearing through her and her eyes watered at the painful sensations that only seemed to get worse with every movement. For the millionth time in her life, she wished someone could hear her and come to her rescue. She groaned when she realized she had bled through her nightgown, but the pain was too bad in the moment and she decided against changing. She took her robe from the hook next to her bed and pulled it on, desperately hoping to get to the bathroom for some relief.

Stepping out of her room, she paused suddenly in the hallway, the glow of her door reflecting off of her face. Tilting her head down, she made out sounds from the kitchen. Tia was still awake! Julieta had a raspberry tea blend that she always brewed special for her niece, sister, and daughters hidden carefully in her pantry for only these occasions. Dolores could have cried in relief at the realization. Tia Julieta would help. She only had to get herself downstairs.

The house rattled gently in an offer.

“No, Casita. Your tiles will wake someone. I’m okay.”

The house seemed to murmur a reply. If you change your mind, let me know.

Dolores’ bare feet were quiet against the floors of the house as she made her way downstairs, cringing as more blood emerged. She hadn’t expected it so soon and was more unprepared than she normally was. Hopefully her robe would be spared until she could get her rags. Embarrassment be damned, it was only tía Juli and she’d understand. Maybe she’d have an emergency stash in her apron. Turning the corner, Dolores made her way into the bright kitchen, ready to cry into Julieta’s arms, when she suddenly froze.

“Tío?!”

Agustín was at the sink, washing the remainder of the wine glasses from dinner. He jumped slightly, but mercifully didn’t drop anything.

“Dolores? You’re still awake?”

“Where’s tía?” Dolores asked with a hint of desperation. Her voice sounded needier than she wanted. Hopefully Tío Agustín wouldn’t be offended that she had asked for Julieta instead. Another cramp was coming on and she held her abdomen in preparation. Her pain always seemed to be the worst of the family, sometimes landing her in bed for a few days.

“Oh, I finally sent her to bed,” Agustín replied with a smile even though concern lined his face as he looked at his sobrina. “She had been up since 4:30 in the morning and I insisted on finishing the dishes. So far, nothing’s broken.”

“That…that’s good,” Dolores nodded. Craning her ear, she could faintly make out hear her Tia’s deep, easy breaths as she slept. She wanted to cry. Julieta had a calmness that even Pepa didn’t have and even though the young woman loved her mother, she needed a calm and reliable mood when she felt unwell and in pain. “Okay, thanks. Uh, and…um…buenes noches, tio.”

“Hey, hold on now,” Agustín said, his brows coming together in a worried frown. He dropped the towel on the counter and walked forward to place a practiced hand on Dolores’ forehead and then her shoulder. “You came down for a reason, didn’t you? And you seemed surprised to see me instead of Juli. I know your super hearing tends to dim a bit when you don’t feel well. Are you sick, pequeño buho?”

Dolores gave a weak smile at her Tios childhood nickname for her. He had called her “little owl” due to her large, beautiful, and dark eyes before her gift ceremony and then it was cemented afterwards when he told her that owls had some of the best hearing of any bird in the world. Agustín had presented her with a stuffed owl he had sewn together for her sixth birthday, and it remained one of her most treasured possessions.

“Well…um…”

Dolores hesitated slightly, not quite knowing what to say. Agustín had always made her feel safe, but she struggled somehow to talk to him about the truth.

“Is it something I can help with?”

“Uh…”

Agustíns eyes continued to regard her face with worry until they drifted to his nieces hands clutching her lower abdomen. A look of understanding—no doubt from raising three daughters— passed over his face.

“Ahh. I see.”

Dolores didn’t have much time for embarrassment. Her eyes watered as another strong cramp came on and she whimpered and flinched. Apparently it would be one of those months where things were especially nasty. Agustín motioned towards a chair and helped her sit, gently rubbing her back. Dolores struggled not to cry. Agustín handed her a bowl, (just in case, given that Isa got nauseous on her cycle) and then reached underneath the sink and pulled out a hot water bottle that Julieta kept for her sore muscles and filled it. He handed it to his niece, who took it with a grateful smile.

“Here. And…maybe try a deep breath or two.”

“I’ll try,” Dolores responded with some amusement. People said the same to her mother during her anxiety attacks. Sometimes breathing didn’t come as easily as people assumed it did, but as the heat from the bottle spread through her, relief slowly started coming and she relaxed into her chair, praying that more blood wouldn’t come. Agustín handed her a towel (“If you need it for…you know”) and she took it. For a moment, uncle and niece sat quietly, if a bit awkwardly, together. For as much time as they spent together in the house, this was a new situation for them. Agustín started cleaning his glasses on his vest when Dolores finally spoke.

“Tía…has a tea.”

Agustín smiled at her and refit the glasses on his face . “Do you know which one?”

“Not the exact one. I think it’s one of her specialty blends. It’s pink…and she has chocolate too, somewhere.”

“Hmm,” Agustín hummed as he opened the cabinets. “Let’s take a look. The chocolate at least…I think I know where she keeps it.”

“You don’t “think you know”, tío. I know you steal tía’s chocolate,” Dolores said with a smile. The heat was helping quite a bit and she was feeling more comfortable.

Agustín laughed and turned back towards his niece. “It’s really no use lying to you is it?”

“Last month she ran out early just before Alejandra Sanchez’s birthday. I heard her check the cupboards six times and she was not happy. She muttered something about you a few times and tried to find you, but you were hiding in the library.”

“Thanks for protecting me on that one. I felt so guilty until the next batch came in. Although when it did, I didn’t feel too badly to not sample a bit more.”

“I heard that too! Right as she turned her back, too. You’re terrible, tío Gus! One of these days…”

“You’ll rat me out? You’d do that to me?” Agustín asked in mock offense, clutching his chest.

Dolores giggled, rolled her eyes, and adjusted the water bottle. “Ay, tío...”

Agustín closed the tea cabinet after searching for a few minutes with an apologetic look.

“Dolores, I’m afraid your tía lets me in the kitchen so infrequently that I don’t have a good grasp on the types of her teas. There are about six or seven pink blends here, but I’m not sure how to tell which one you need. I can, however, do you one better. How about a chocolate santafereño?”

“Oh!…” Dolores paused.

Now that did sound wonderful and Agustín’s skills at making the beverage were not a secret in the family. The drink was very popular in Bogotá, where he had been born. All the Madrigal children had begged him to make it for them at least everyday when they were younger and he would oblige and tell them stories of the modern and sophisticated city where he had lived as a young child. Dolores never tired of hearing them and now that her appetite was back, she could feel her stomach growl. However, it was late and she didn’t want her tío missing his own rest on her account, so she continues “It’s late, and you just finished so get some rest Tío Gus. I’ll be fine, really.”

“Sorry,” Agustín replied, pulling out a pot from the drawer where Julieta kept them. “I saw your eyes light up at the mention of my famously amazing hot chocolate, so I’m afraid I need to make you one. It’s in the tío rule book.”

Dolores grinned at her doofus of an uncle. “Well, if it’s in the book…sounds great.”

“You got it,” Agustín replied. He found the chocolate stash with ease, of course, and began chopping away. “I made this for your mamá on her wedding day, you know.”

“You did? When?”

“After the downpour. We were all soaked and came back her before the reception to dry off a bit. The town was quite a sight and in addition to being soaked to the skin, I figured it would help your mamá’s mood so any surviving trees that were left in town weren’t uprooted with another storm.”

“And it worked?”

“I like to think it helped, but your papa was the main source of her joy that day. I had never seen her more happy. Once the ceremony was over, everything dried up pretty fast. Your tía was soaked to the skin and her hair had come undone. When the sun came out, she left it down and it dried into the most beautiful mass of curls I’d ever seen. Your mamá was a radiant bride, but she was still the second prettiest one that day.”

Dolores smiled at the obvious loving way he spoke of Julieta. “What was your wedding like, tío?”

“Which one?”

“Huh?”

“Which of my wedding days are you asking about?”

“Wh—you’ve had more than one?”

“Well,” Agustín replied , whisking the chopped chocolate into the milk and cinnamon mixture. “The first was when I was eight and then the second was almost 20 years later. Same girl.”

Dolores’ eyes widened in delight. She knew her tío and tía had met as children, but had never known for sure how old they had been. She had always assumed they were in their early teens.

“What was the first one like?”

Her usually accident-prone tío began to ladle the chocolate concoction into a mug as he spoke. “That was a Tuesday after school. I had asked Juli if she’d marry me that morning when I passed her stand in the village square. I gave her a flower and she tucked it into her apron and said she would…I made her promise three times.” He smiled at the memory. “Your papá did the ceremony. Now careful, it’s hot.” He handed the mug to her and she began to blow to cool it off.

“Thank you so much.”

“Of course.”

“Now this story sounds kinda familiar, have I heard this before?”

“Your mamá had to water the fields on his family farm that afternoon, so we held the ceremony there. We tied two sticks together to make a cross. I told your tía that I loved her and that I was going to marry her and love her forever and she said the same thing. Then your ten year old papá pronounced us married. I didn’t have a ring, but I did have a piece of thread on me from mamá’s sewing kit and I wrapped it too tightly around Juli’s finger and it started turning blue, so we had to cut it off. The string, not her finger, obviously. I saw her the next day, she had replaced it with a flower stem. I wish I’d thought of that instead. She wore it until it fell off three days later. I made it up to her much later by giving her a proper ring. And we had it sized correctly.”

Whether from the hormones or the story, Dolores sniffed a bit from the tears in her eyes. She slowly continued sipping the hot liquid and a divine taste filled her mouth. No one made hot chocolate quite like her tío did.

“How are you feeling now?” Agustín asked. He had shamelessly taken another piece of Julieta’s chocolate and was eating it as he cleaned.

“Better,” Dolores said, smiling. “And the story made me tear up a bit. It was so sweet.”

Her tío smiled again. “Im glad. All my memories of being with your tía are sweet. Even when they weren’t.”

“Tía was lucky to marry you. Actually, we’re all lucky that she did. The whole family.”

Momentarily startled at that comment, Agustín’s eyes widened at his niece who gave him a warm smile. He hadn’t been expecting it and it warmed his heart immensely.

“Gracias, pequeño buho.”

“De nada.”

As she closed her eyes and sipped her drink, Dolores’ warm smile gave way as a faint sound reached her ears. The rustling of paper wrapping. Around a yet another piece of her tía’s special chocolate. A stolen piece.

In Agustín’s pocket.

“Tío! Honestly!”

Amid Agustín’s protests, she only shook her head and insisted that whether it was her special hearing or something else, Julieta was going to find out one of these days and he’d be in trouble. She couldn’t cover for him forever, you know. Her cramps had faded to a manageable level and the warmth from the drink, the hot water bottle, and her loving dork of a tío had soothed her. A peaceful, pain free sleep would finally come for her that night.

Maybe tía Julieta wasn’t the only one with healing powers.

☕️

@hectic-hector @enigmaticdoctorscully @lizzywrites1 @historysquib @wikluk @magicalmadrigals @wifeofbean @adoptedmadrigal

#agustin madrigal #encanto fandom #encanto #dolores madrigal #uncle and niece bonding #period fic #normalize periods #Agustín is the best tio #hot chocolate #comfort #fluff #Dolores and Agustín #madrigal family #madrigal women and periods

[iwannabecamiloshovel]

Pepa: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes for 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Julieta: No, that's not how you make cookies.

Bruno: FLOOR IT!!

Pepa: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Julieta: YOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Pepa: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Bruno: DO IT!

Julieta: NO-

#encanto x y/n #encanto x reader #julieta x agustin #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto julieta #julieta my beloved #pepa x reader #pepa my beloved #pepa madrigal x reader #pepa madrigal #tia pepa #pepa imagine #bruno simp #bruno my beloved #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #tio bruno #bruno imagine

[foreveranevilregal]

My Encanto Fics Masterpost!

Hey everyone! I realized that having my writing scattered across tumblr and ao3 makes it harder for people to find my work, so here is a compilation of my current Encanto works. The list will be updated with new pieces as written. Don’t worry, prompts are still open; I just figured this would be more useful to people.

AO3: appleturnoversandstrudel

Multichapter Fics:

- double rainbow (Félix/Pepa smut) (rated E)

- Clear Skies Forever (Pepa centric, trigger warning for suicide, suicidal ideation and attempt)

Tumblr Prompts:

- Pepa comforts Félix

- Félix protects Pepa on their wedding day

- 2000s AU triplets + “Just trust me”

- Félix/Pepa teasing + “I still remember the way you taste” (suggestive)

- Triplets + “It’s three in the morning”

-  Félix/Pepa + “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?” (smut, kinky)

-  Félix/Pepa angst AU + “Do you regret it?”

- Pepa protects Antonio from danger

-  Félix/Pepa smut + “We have to be quiet”

-  Félix/Pepa panic attack + “Was that supposed to hurt?” + “You’re trembling.”

-  Félix/Pepa rough smut

-  Félix reassures Pepa he wants to be with her

-  Félix finds out Pepa is bisexual

- Isabela talks to Pepa because she’s questioning her sexuality (follow-up to bi!Pepa)

-  Félix/Pepa rough smut where she needs an arepa for the marks

- Mirabel catches drunk Félix/Pepa in the nursery (suggestive)

- Mirabel comforts drunk Pepa

- Triplets +  Félix + “You’re in love with her”

-  Félix/Pepa angst + “I thought you were dead.”

-  Félix/Pepa outside someone’s bedroom after Pepa has a nightmare

-  Félix comforts insecure Pepa about her appearance (suggestive)

-  Pepa goes down to breakfast wearing Félix’s shirt (suggestive/brief smut)

-  Félix/Pepa smut + “I’ve missed this” (kinky, super dirty)

- Mirabel and Pepa bonding

- Little Dolores and Camilo fight for Pepa’s attention

- 6-year-old Camilo asks Pepa for a puppy

- Félix/Pepa keep getting caught being handsy in the kitchen (smut)

- Drunk Pepa on her 18th birthday (side of Félix/Pepa)

- Dolores and Isabela blackmail Camilo with Dolores’ gift

- Bruno and Julieta comment on Pepa’s “new perfume” (side of Félix/Pepa)

- Someone (Dolores or Isabela) is taking Julieta’s birth control

- Pepa in a bar fight

- chaotic Bruno and Pepa (side of Félix/Pepa and Agustín/Julieta)

- Félix wakes up with sleeping Pepa’s hand in his briefs (smut)

- Pepa planning Félix’s birthday

- Camilo walks in on Pepa and Félix (smut)

- Pepa comforts a crying Dolores

- Triplet cuddle pile

- triplets, Bruno comes home late at night hurt

- Pepa and Félix get married again for Camilo

- Félix/Pepa + “People are staring” (strangers in a bar roleplay, smut)

- Félix/Pepa + “Close the door” (light smut)

-Félix/Pepa + “I want an answer goddamit!” (smut)

- Camilo shrinking and scaring his family

- Pepa’s insomnia and how it affects Félix

- Pepa watering the fields after Bruno disappears

- Félix/Pepa “and there was only one bed”

- Antonio wanders off with his animals and the whole family goes to find him

Other:

- Casita moves Félix and Pepa apart during breakfast due to their touching

Encantober:

- Day 1: Sunset

- Day 2: Siblings

- Day 3: Reunion

- Day 4: Mystery

- Day 5: Cold

- Day 6: Heart

- Day 7: Storm

- Day 8: Question

- Day 9: Time

- Day 10: Help

- Day 11: Liminal

- Day 12: Nerves

- Day 13: Fear

- Day 14: Safety

- Day 15: Midnight

- Day 16: Grief

- Day 17: Home

- Day 18: Sleep

- Day 19: Clock

- Day 20: Vision

- Day 21: Age

- Day 22: Reflection

- Day 23: Roots

- Day 24: Memory

- Day 25: Quiet

- Day 26: Lost

- Day 27: Grave

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #tia pepa #tio felix #masterpost #writing masterpost #foreveranevilregal writes #pinned post

[yellowcry]

Broken, healed

Luisa desided to have a work out in her day off. She overdid it and accidentally pulled a muscle in her shoulder

Good thing is that her family would be here to make sure she let herself healing.

Autor's note:

So, just to clarify it, I never had a sprain, so I don't really know how it feels or supposed to be healed.

ao3 link:

Rebuilding Casita actually was fun. Even tho they didn't have a house almost for a week now, Luisa felt like she was at home more then ever before. Of course, she missed her power, she missed being worthly.

No. It wasn't the right type of thinking. She wasn't a good person because of gift. Maribel don't had any powers, and she was great. Dad and tío Felix are normal people and they were wonderful.

"I'm good enough. With or without gift." Luisa whispered to herself. It's not like she actually believed in that, but people were saying that if you said something a hundred times, you would start believing it too.

Becides, Luisa still was stronger than most of the people. Even if it was very weak compared to her normal condition. Because even small stones were heavier than a whole churche when Luisa was still strong.

Luisa looked at the bulding far away. Then suddenly giggled as she thought of how lucky she was that she didn't lose her gift at the moment of carrying the whole building

Wait. Right. Luisa knew herself that the more heavy things you carrying, the easier it would be to carry them. Which means... If she would try a bit harder, she could return her power. Then everybody would stop thinking that she weak and...

She took a deep breath to get distracted from cycle of bad thoughts. She got enough breakdowns for the last week, she totally didn't need one more. But it only determined Luisa the way stronger. Lifting things always was the way she was dealing with problems. Or, rather, the way she escaped problems. Getting herself tired to the point she barely could stood up on her feet. So her head would be too heavy to thinking about anything.

Luisa looked around to make sure she was alone. Mirabel wouldn't like if she found out that her hermana was working out in theur day off. But! Luisa never took day off back then, she didn't need one!

She looked around again, this time to found something that she could use as a dumbbell. Luisa couldn't help her confident smile as she saw a fallen tree. Probably not the best thing she could find, but it might be a good start.

Luisa slowly came closer. It's been a while since she had a proper work out. Maybe it could be a good start. Even if it wasn't even like a thousand part of her lost gift. She bent down and put her hands between the ground and the tree to embrace it. Then Luisa slowly straightened her back. Damn, this tree was really heavy. Way heavier than Luisa expected. Wait. Okay, maybe she should've choose a tree that wasn't like a four sized of her. But Luisa was Madrigal, and they never gave up.

Her hands were shaking as she lift wood to her chect level. Okay, now Luisa had to raise it over her head, maybe fifty times would be good for the first time. Her right shoulder was in pain, Lyisa ignored it. Afterall, pain was something that normal people could feel. Once she tore her knee after falling while she was carrying bricks. It was bad, but hey! She was fine less than in hour! So why would it be any different? Becides, pain meant that Luisa's muscles strained, so work out probably had a good impact on them

Luisa felt like a a strand of hair that has fallen out of her bun stuck to the face that was wet with sweat. She kept unfolding her arms over her head. Just a little bit more...

Something clicked.

Luisa hissed throught her teeths as she dropped the log on the groung, because it felt like she wasn't able to control her shoulder throught the pain. It was the way worse then when she was bitten or hit with something. Her shoulder was numb, and even putting her hand down felt paintful but Luisa still tried to reach down for the fallen tree. But she coudnt even grab it, because every movement of the right shoulder felt like it was toring apart. So really? She was going to give up because of stupid pain?

"Breath in.." Luisa closed her eyes to ignore both pain and dark thoughts that were jumping in her head. "I'm fine. I'm great."

Lie, but whatever.

Okay, maybe she really was so pathetic weak that she wasn't able to carry a small weight. She had to try something smaller the next time. But what the point of training if you won't give yourself a proper exercise stress? And when she would be able to training? Luisa totally won't take time off when she had to work on Casita. The only reason why she wasn't working today is becaise Mirabel and Isabella had a working day to make sure their giant sister would have a proper rest. And here she was. Working when everybody wanted her to rest. Great, how would her sister react if they find out? On other hand, why they prefer working instead of spending time with Luisa? Maybe they just didn't want her around.

"Shut up, we just can't be all resting at the same time." Luisa hissed to herself as she put her left hand on her opposite shoulder. "They love me." She groaned, then squeezed her hand too hard so pain in the shoulder became even worse.

It was alright. Luisa would felt like nothing happened by the time she came home.

-------

Luisa had to admit that she was wrong. The pain in her shoulder didn't stop throbbing even in the next day. She barely could move her right hand without grimacing from pain. Good thing that she could use both of her hands in the same way, so Luisa could just wait use other one until she felt better.

She realized flaws in this plan as she came to the broken Casita. Building new home was kind of activity that takes all your physical strenght. And being not able to move half of your hands probably supposed to be a problem. Oh, well. Maybe Luisa just needed some pressure. Becides, those bricks wasn't so heavy. It should be okay.

Luisa pursed her lips trying to hold back the cry that was coming from her throat. Then inhaled sharply when something in her shoulder clicked again and pain blew again. A heavy cargo fell out of her hands, but even if it didn't, Luisa felt like she wasn't able to move her hand at all.

"What's wrong?" Mirabel screamed worriedly as she ran to her hermana.

"Nothing's wrong!" Luisa put an anxious smile on her face. She was fine, just act normal, it's just a small bruise, nothing to worry about.

Mirabel crossed her arms on her chest. "Last time you've said that, you end up singing the whole vent song."

Luisa giggled lifting her shoulders, then winced in pain. "Just hit myself, nothing to worry about!" She let out a sigh as she put her hand on her aching shoulder.

"It don't seem like a just hit to me." Mirabel looked worried. Great, she made her sister feel bad. "Maybe you should go to mom."

"Mom can't heal us with magic anymore." Luisa put out as she tried to reach for forgotten brick. "Everybody gets a small wounds sometimes." Yes. People were saying that everybody got a bit injuries sometimes (unless you are Invulnerable). It was normal part of life, she wouldn't die from it.

"Please, Luisa." Mirabel let out a sigh. "You acting like it something worse."

*****

Luisa looked away awkwardly tapping her foot on the floor as her mother looked at her shoulder. Even so, she could see how her mother frowned looking at the big purple bruise.

"Could you move your hand?" Julieta asked gently.

Luisa raised her hand up but it stopped at the middle. Her paintfull hiss muted the click from her shoulder.

"Oh, dear!" Julieta cried out worriedly, as she stopped Luisa to predict herself from making it worse. "I think it could be sprain or broken bone."

"Uhhh." Luisa raised her eyebrows. "What does it means?" She squinted a little.

"Sprain means that your joint is torn." Mother let out a harsh sigh. "Broken bone means... Broken bone."

Luisa giggled weakly. "Okay, so can I go back to work?" She felt a bit of feeling of worthlessness rooting under her skin. Luisa didn't even wanted to came here. Mirabel just grabbed her.

Julieta eyes widened. "What? No! Working would make in worse"

Luisa looked down to her mother. Even when she was sitting on the chair, she still towered over her mamá. "But Camilo still was working after he got that big bruise from falling off the tree." She paused for a bit to take a deep breath. "And I also got some damage but it was okay. It just would stop a few hours after."

"Hija, it's different." Julieta took a deep breath, Luisa moved nervously in her chair. "It can't be healed by itsself." Luisa pursed her lips into a thin line, intending to say something, but Jullietta started to talk again. "Atleast, not right."

Luisa arched her eyebrow. "Why only right shoulder couldn't be healed by itsself?"

Julieta smiled softly. "No, I mean it might be healed wrong."

"But.." Luisa tried to protest but her mother interrupted her.

"It was way more paitfull than normal trauma, right?"

This question got Luisa consered. She didn't really pay attention to her body's well-being. After all, pain was something that normal people could feel, right? Yes, most injuries this week were not as painful as this one, on other hand, Luisa didn't felt pain since she got her gift and... Well, until she lost it. That's probably was the reason, why Luisa managed to hurt herself so many times since Casita fall apart. She was pretty sure that at this week she was injured more times than anybody else, except for her father.

She didn't awswer as she shrugged awkwardly with her healthy shoulder.

"The more pain you feel, the more serios trawma happening to you." Julieta let out a sigh, as she closed her eyes. Luisa was impressed with how calm her mom acted as she was explaining thing that probably being known by kids to her adult daughter.

"So how long I had to..." Luisa cut herself at rhe middle of sentence. «Being useless» twisted on the tip of her tongue.

Julieta give her a guilty expression. "I don't know. I always healed everyone with magic."

"It's okay." Luisa smiled as she put her palm on her mom's shoulder. "I will be fine."

"No." Julieta let out a harsh sigh. "I should have learn more about illness. I just relied on my magic so much, so I never thought about what might happened if I lose it."

This feeling of doing not enough was something Luisa could relate too much.

She shuddered as Julieta wrapped her arms around her genly ignoring the injured shoulder.

"I'll try to find something about healing this in library." Julieta whispered in her ear. "Try to not move your shoulder, okay?"

"On it!" Luisa hugged Julieta close to her chest.

***

Apparently, Luisa found out that she had to wait a couple of weeks to return to work in the best case scenario. Which was awkwardly stupid! Luisa got her muscle torn apart, but her muscles were big, and strong... Or atleast she thought so. What if even her natural power dissapeared? Was she just a balloon filled with air?

No, she coudn't rest while everyone else had to tear their backs.

It was about a midnight, and Luisa felt her heart beating like crazy. She carefully climbed out of the sleeping bag trying to be as quiet as she can. Yes, Dolores wasn't able to hear everything anymore, but Luisa actually felt like everybody got a super hearing, and floor in here was so creaky...

But everything was fine. Luisa make sure she went far enough before she started to run. As well, as she could return home before anybody's wake up.

It continiued for a couple of nights. Luisa didn't carry things that were too heavy, because she still needed to keep her right shoulder not moving. Well, if her mom wouldn't have watched him so carefully, Luisa probably would ignore it. She wasn't an invalid. Or she was, compared to her condition before losing Casita.

Luisa also tried not to work too much, as much as she hated it, she couldn't have done too much, without being caught. So she worked about two hours and then headed home. The amount of work done was ridiculous, thanks to not being able to use half of Luisa's hands.

It was fifth night when she was stopped by gentle cough right after she walked out of the church.

"Going somewhere?" Tío Bruno smiled to her from the doorway.

Luisa shuddered, then put on her face a shaky smile. "I just want some fresh air. I wasn't able to fall asleep."

Bruno eyes shone. "Really? Me too! Guess I would walk with you!" Before Luisa could even come up with an answer, Bruno knocked on the wood and ran to her.

Great, tonight was missed. Wait, no, she not supposed to feel something like that to her tío. He just wanted some company, after all, he was all alone for ten years. Obviosly he would like someone around. As long as he didn't know it would be fine.

"Fun fact." Bruno's awkwardly speech brought Luise back from her thoughts. "I used to fall asleep really late. In fact, I never managed to fall asleep before 2 AM ever since we've ended up in this place."

Luisa stopped for a second, then startled in fright after realisation came to her then hissed because she lifted her sore shoulder too high.

"Are you okay?!" Tío Bruno ran up to her worriedly.

"Y- yeah." Luisa partly closed her eyes, trying not to look to her tio.

"So, why are you doing this?" Bruno let out a sigh, reaching to his sobrina arm as he understood that she realized what he meaned.

"I just like walking in the night." Luisa smiled nervously, trying too look anywhere but her tio.

"I spied on you last night."

Luisa took a deep breath, feeling how her body was shaking. "So what was I doing?" Okay, maybe tío was just messing with her. Maybe he wanted Luisa to give him awswer herself.

"You know." Bruno smiled patting Louise on her back. "When my hermana said that you can't work because you got a sprain I'm pretty sure she wasn't meaning that you wanted to work secretly when everyone else was asleep."

Luise froze feeling her heart beating too loud. Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

"I wanted to be useful." Luisa whispered words stuck in her throat. Great, she was so stupid that she couldn't listen to her mother's simple request, and now she made tio Bruno worry. Becaus, of course, she HAD to prove that she is still worth of something.... Who did she prove it to anyway? Nobody knew, or, rather, nobody supposed to know that she was working too.

"You don't have to." Bruno let out a sigh, as he sat down on the bench and patted the seat next to him, inviting her to sit down. "Kiddo, you health is way more important."

Luisa couldn't stop giggling, the she cleared her throat and explained to Bruno who raised his eyebrows. "Sorry, nobody called me a «kiddo» for years."

"You've grown so much since I left." Her tio sighed dreamily. "It seems like I holded my third baby sobrina in my arms just yesterday." He leaned back on the bench.

Luisa shrunked awkwardly, then looked up to the shiny stars. She remembered how tio and she used to watch the stars before her ceremony.

Bruno looked at her, then softly closed his eyes. "But, we were talking about your current condition, right?"

Even if Luisa would have something to say, she couldn't make a sound. Instead she kept peer into the warm blackness of the sky.

"I remeber how useless I felt." Luisa shuddered and finally looked at her tío. He clasped his hands together and put them on his knees looking at the asphalt. "I felt like my gift was completly useless. And everybody would be more happy if I would never use it but it would let mamà down."

"Your gift has nothing to do with being useful!" Luisa screamed a she turned Bruno's head towards her. "Mom and tia Peppa will love you no matter what!"

Bruno frendly squinted his greenish eyes. "And we all love you." His voice was so caring. Luisa felt like her eyes started to go wet. "You have nothing to prove, being useful is not a thing. You are wonder, because you are you."

"Bu-" Luisa's voice cracked. "You all are working so hard while I just slacking off!" She blinked a few times to brush away tears that appeared in her eyes.

"You are not slacking off, you are taking care of yourself." Tío Bruno wiped away her tears with his sleeve. "Just try to let it go, okay?"

Luise pursed her lips together and looked down. "It's not fair to everyone else." They were working to the bone, and Luisa felt sick just from thoughts that she would use their kindness.

Bruno jumped off the bench. "It's fair to you." He faintly giggled under his sobrina surprised look. "If it would make you easier, you alone probably made more than we all together. So how about a well-deserved vacation?"

Luisa still was unsure moving her right foot across the floor. "I'm strong, I had to doing my job." It's how things have been, always have been. Luisa was strong she has to take care of the others, not the other way around.

"You don't." Tío Bruno argued then he bent down. "Rats tonight are pretty quiet."

"Uhh" Luisa got lost from her tío sudden change in topic of conversation. "Is it good or bad?"

"It just happens." He shrugged looking at Luisa upside down.

"You surely love rats." Luisa pressed her head aganist the bench back for a second. "I remember how you gave me one."

Bruno scratched the back of his head then said exidetly. "Rico? Oh, I remember him, how he's been?"

"He was cute boy!" Luisa chuckled. "Always climbed in my bed when it was time to go to sleep. Can you imagine how I was crying after finding his dead body?" Rico was the last reminding about her tío when he left them. Luisa felt like she lose her tío again at the day when Rico died.

"Want another one?" Bruno chuckled covering his mouth with his hand. "I have a full collection!"

"Right now I would prefer a house." Luisa put out as she got up from the bench.

Bruno froaned, it seemed like remembered what they were talking about. He took a few steps to Luisa and took her left hand looking to her down up with only his pupils, not moving the head.

"Please, don't work right now." His lips were shaking as he stopped to inhale. "I can't stop you. But I'm asking you to take care of yourself."

"I'll.." Luisa hesitated feeling like her throat was getting dry. "I'll try."

****

Luisa could tell that her shoulder was getting better. She actually stopped secretly working after that night. Mostly because she was worried that tío Bruno would catch her again. Well, atleast it seemed like he had not tell anyone about this midnight secret. Still, Luisa couldn't help this guity feeling that was twisting her insides.

Okay, take a deep breath, everything's fine. Magic's... well, they lost their magic. And Luisa probably wasn't really fine eighter. But well, if Luisa understanded something in the last month, it was the fact that everyone in this family were not fine, so whatever, she could handle it, it's not a big deal.

Luisa was interrupt by piano sound.

She squeaked as she stood up. Music came from the outside. And there was only one person in this family who knew how to play the piano.

The front door creaked when Luisa pushed it. On the small church veranda Agustin skillfully moved his fingers and music jumped and flied with them. Agustin stopped for a second as he heard the door's crack moving his head to see what's going on. "Oh, Luisa, what do you want?"

Luisa shrugged with her healtly shoulder as she leaned against the door. "Just wanted to see what you're doing. Are you on break today?"

Agustin chuckled and started to play again. "Not really, I just dropped a rock on my foot. And how is your arm?"

"Oh, it's better." Luisa smiled as she started drumming on a wooden door. "I'll return to work very soon." Mom said that her shoulder could be healed in a week. So Luisa could stop being useless sitting inside the whole day. Even if she would be even weaker than before. Julieta said that her shoulder would be weak even after it's healed. So if Luisa would return to work with all her power, she could get hurt again.

"That's nice to hear." Augustin winked. "We all are missed you!"

Luisa gigged. "We sleep in the same room." She put out. Luisa had a feeling that she saw her family more often than before they lose magic. Because before she usually was the one who leaved first, barely eating a breakfast, and she often was returning home at the end of dinner.

"Town people also asked about you." Agustin said focusing on the piano keys. Luisa raised an eyebrow in surprise. Okay, she really didn't expect that. She pursed her lips and clenched her hands into fists. Then realized that she haven't work almost for a month now. Of course they missed her. She's got so many job to do and she was just spending her time for nothing. "Seems like they really love you." Agustin's voice returned Luisa back to earth. "Well, it's not surprising considering how much work you was doing back then." Agustin finally stopped playing and jumped off the chair, then grimaced as he stepped on the bad leg.

"Are you okay?" Luisa ran to him worriedly. She reached out her hand to help her padre lean. "Be careful."

Agustin looked in her eyes through his glasses. Then he pressed his hand to her cheek. "You are just like your mother." He smiled softly squinting his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Luisa asked as she leaned towards her papá.

"You both are caring about everyone else so much until you burned." He sighed.

Luisa giggled weakly as she put her father back on the chair. "I just love to help other people." It was true. No matter how tired Luisa was, this grateful glances always costed it. She liked when her name was spread throughout the town like a queen greetings. Even if Luisa was as opposite to queen as possible.

"That's my hija." Agustin sighed proudly. "Strong, kind and beautiful! How come boys wasn't confessing to you?" He pinched Luisa on her cheek.

"Daad!" She groaned embarrassed.

"Remember how we used to play on the piano together?" Agustin asked with a smile.

"You want to...?" Luisa asked unurely. Then looked at her big chubby fingers. "I think I'm way too big."

"Don't worry. The main thing is that it supposed to be fun." Father put out. Luisa awkwardly pressed her left hand to the piano and pressed one af the keys. Or, maybe, two.

They stayed here until the sunset letting music to jump under their fingers

#encanto #luisa madrigal #fanfic #ao3 author #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #tio bruno #agustin madrigal #sprain

[justheweirdo]

She takes a moment to look, or rather to enjoy his presence, his ‘staying here’ before she moves him gently to wake him up, “Oye, Bruno!” she calls softly and Bruno wakes up startled, letting out a yelp. Julieta giggles at his reaction, “Some things never change, mh?” she says and smiles fondly.

“Oh ehm, buenos días…” he says as he wipes the sweat from his forehead a little bit embarrassed, “I woke up earlier today, hehe!” he continues, trying to use all his acting skills to be not suspicious because he can’t bring problems once again.

“What should I even say? ‘I can’t sleep because of my gift?! Because I’m still scared of it?! Because that fucking bastard talks no stop and I’m afraid of a stupid voice in my head?! Because I don’t want to have nightmares like this ever again?! C’mon, it sounds too childish and I am not a kid anymore, I’m fifty…” he thinks and doesn’t dare to say it out loud.

“Let me guess,” Julieta says amused, “You didn’t sleep at all,” she turns to meet his oh-so-tired eyes, “Am I right?” she teases.

⸻

Things are going to be just fine, Bruno will be all right!

#Encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno my beloved #bruno needs a hug #Tio Bruno #we talk about bruno

[xexyromero]

xexy, agora URGE um hc do cast em FESTA BRASILEIRA. Agustin, fran e pipe botando ate shortinho pra dançar funk e passando mal de tanto comer churrasco. Enzo acho que só ficaria olhando e kuku ia arriscar no forró

wn: preciso dançar forró coladinha com esteban ou a vida não vai mais valer a pena... (eu pensei em uma festa brasileira tipo churrascão de comemoração de aniversário daquele seu primo mais galera)

meninos do cast x festa brasileira

fem!reader headcanon

tw: +18!! menção de drogas lícitas, ilícitas, baderna, confusão e caos brasileiro. hehehe

enzo:

ele não é da festa, isso a gente já sabe. se possível, vai fazer de tudo pra evitar. mas não vai conseguir evitar festa de família ou festa de amiga que você insistiu por mais de uma semana pra ele ir, então o jeito foi ir mesmo.

enche a cara da bebida mais fina que tiver (provavelmente um whisky da mais baixa qualidade que o tio mais velho de alguém esqueceu) pra conseguir sustentar melhor a situação.

o enzo bêbado fica só um pouquinho mais solto e simpático que o enzo original. isso significa que ele vai, sim, olhar na direção da pista de dança. e pronto.

bate palma, canta as músicas que sabe, ri horrores com o espanhol torto do pessoal quando toca shakira.

mas não vai dançar, de jeito nenhum.

agustín:

é o rei da festa. de verdade.

animado ao extremo, vai terminar a noite com todo mundo pedindo que ele seja figurinha carimbada em todas as festas dali pra frente.

some tal hora pra dar uma voltinha no fumódromo e volta de olho vermelho e a cintura mais solta que antes.

inclusive, um mago na pista de dança: vai descer até o chão, te animar e animar todas as pessoas ao seu redor pra fazer o mesmo. e cantar todas as músicas! mesmo que ele não tenha noção do que está dizendo!

se tiver piscina, vai pular de roupa e tudo.

fran:

ele a-d-o-r-a festas! ainda mais festas brasileiras - diz que sabem se animar como ninguém.

no começo fica um pouquinho retraído, mas na medida que o álcool vai entrando e as divas pop entrando na playlist ele vai se soltando.

dá um show ao som de arregaçada da banda uó que ficou gravada na memória de todo mundo como melhor performance da noite. quiçá do ano.

fica indo na mesa dos docinhos e salgadinhos com frequência pra enfiar na boca de todo mundo que está bebendo, inclusive na sua.

leva o dresscode à sério. e por sério ele quer dizer o mais curto que conseguir sem dar muita pinta (ele dá muita pinta mesmo assim e não é por conta do short, mas por conta do gritinho fino que ele solta no primeiro mashup de funk que toca).

matí:

vai beber mais que um opala e você vai encontrar ele no final da noite junto dos tiozões fumando um cigarro e fazendo uma defesa muito séria de algo com o pior portunhol do mundo.

ele vai dançar, vai. com muita dificuldade e com muita vergonha, mas o álcool e os "por favor, gringo!" de todo mundo convencem ele.

rebola bem bonitinho, tá?

o cigarro ele pegou com aquela sua tia fumante que virou grande amiga dele e compartilharam isqueiros a noite toda.

atacou os brigadeiros, faltou tirar doce da boca de criança e engoliu o bolo bem dizer sozinho.

kuku:

vibe tiozão tímido, retraído mas com um sorriso gigantesco que conveceu todo mundo. foi de óculos de grau.

portunhol quebradíssimo, mas tentou conversar e socializar com todo mundo pelo menos um pouquinho.

ficou perto do churrasqueiro dando uma força no manejo e tempero das carnes. essa parte culinária o interessa muito - pra além de se sentir responsável de garantir que todo mundo vai comer direitinho.

principalmente os bêbados.

ah! bebeu várias cervejinhas, arriscou um forró dois-pra-lá-dois-pra-cá e ficou muito feliz com o rolê como um todo.

pipe:

se tiver jogo passando, ficou do lado dos héteros com camisa de futebol acompanhando mesmo que fosse num time rival do river. quase que não dava pra perceber que ele era argentino.

é fantástico no churrasco e se ofereceu pra assar as carnes no momento que chegou.

depois de algumas muitas cervejinhas long neck e bebidinhas coloridas com alto teor de álcool, saiu da churrasqueira e dos papos de hétero top pra pista de dança.

diga-se de passagem, aprendeu todas as coreografias. desengonçado? todo esquisito e torto? sim. mas aprendeu todas.

vai chegar em casa dançando desenrola, bate, joga de ladinho. e vai ficar dançando por pelo menos uma semana.

#enzo vogrincic x reader #enzo vogrincic #agustin pardella x reader #agustin pardella #matias recalt x reader #matias recalt #esteban kukuriczka x reader #esteban kukuriczka #fran romero x reader #fran romero #pipe otaño x reader #pipe otaño #lsdln cast #lsdln #hc

[groupieaesthetic]

Os rapazes tendo um crush em você, enquanto trabalham juntos.

Atenção: Como ainda não conheço muitos trabalhos deles, vou usar A Sociedade da Neve como fundo para a história.

Enzo: A primeira vez que te viu, foi ensaiando com o Pipe. Ele jura que nunca viu alguém atuar tão bem assim. Ver alguém se entregar tanto ao papel.

Depois que vocês terminam seus ensaios ele vai bem de mansinho falar com você. Percebe que tava com calor e oferece a xuxinha de cabelo pra você prender o seu. Pergunta a quanto tempo você atua.

Pra fechar com chave de ouro, no final do dia quando vocês estão gravando a sua primeira cena, recebe uma notificação no seu Instagram.

Enzo havia começado a te seguir.

Tirou uma foto sua e mandou para você com a legenda:

"Belissima💕"

Esteban: Vocês se viram apenas no final do dia de gravações. Você tava sentada no chão em uma chamada de vídeo com alguns amigos.

O idioma diferente mais não impossível de se entender, e as risadas gostosas que você dava chamaram a atenção dele.

Você estava em uma camarim conjunto. Assim que viu Esteban entrando e sentando no sofá a sua frente começou a se despedir do seus amigos.

"Desculpa te atrapalhar viu" Ele disse sorrindo envergonhado

"Ta tudo bem. Se eu não desligasse, eles iam ficar falando até amanhã"

Vocês se olharam e sorriram.

Pronto. Apaixonou.

Esteban foi até Enzo e Matías perguntar se eles sabiam algo sobre você. Sabiam o básico. Idade, que é brasileira, instagram e afins.

No próximo dia ele andava tal qual criança perdida no mercado procurando pela mãe. Mas quem ele queria, era você!

Te encontrou se arrumando no camarim. As maquiadoras riam com você contando sobre sua festa de 6 aninhos do Mickey Mouse, que acabou com seu tio bêbado dormindo antes do parabéns de tanto beber Kaiser.

Assim que elas saíram, ele entrou e se sentou na cadeira ao lado com a desculpa que também precisava se arrumar.

"Sabe, a gente bem que podia sair um dia pra você me ensinar português né?"

Esteban ficou mais que feliz quando você respondeu um tímido 'claro' e deu um beijo na bochecha dele, saindo logo em seguida.

Matías: Foi no ensaio fotográfico para anunciar o elenco que seus olhos se cruzaram pela primeira vez.

Você estava entre Kuku e Agustin tirando algumas fotos.

"Quem é ela?" Perguntou para Francisco sem nem tirar os olhos de você

" (seu nome) "

Matías repetia seu nome na mente.

Você sorria e ele acompanhava. Pronto, o coração dele foi domado por você.

Se passaram dois dias e vocês teriam uma gravação feita a noite.

O frio tomava conta do local. Você tremia e se encolhia em sua cadeira, torcendo para que o diretor te liberasse logo.

"Aqui, ouvi você falar pro Enzo que não gosta de café, peguei um chocolate quente"

Olhou para o lado e viu Matías caracterizado segurando um copinho com chocolate quente nas mãos.

"E aproveita. Porque logo começa a dieta" Ele sorriu e você acompanhou.

Ela me acha engraçado...

Matías pulava contente intermente.

Assim que foi chamado para gravar depositou um beijo em sua testa e saiu.

Simon: Estava escondida no camarim chorando.

Que se foda se alguém te chamasse de anti-profissional. Como não chorar quando você está entre os atores que interpretam uma história tão bonita e emocionante?

Se olhou no espelho e tentou arrumar o pequeno estrago, que a pequena quantidade de rimel causou.

"Ta tudo bem?" Simon perguntou entrando tímido no camarim

"Ta sim. Só que li de novo a cena da primeira noite, e meu Deus..."

Ele não sabia explicar porque, mas te ver assim tão sentida, com os olhinhos brilhando pelas lágrimas e o narizinho vermelho, causavam uma dor no peito dele.

"Vem aqui"

Te abraçou ainda de pé e você sentada na cadeira (que por sorte era alta, não deixa o abraço estranho).

Fez carinho na sua cabeça. De verdade, Símon não entendia porque, mas queria ficar ali no teu abraço o resto do dia.

Falou algumas coisas que te fizeram sorrir e isso iluminou a alma dele.

"Melhor nena?" Fez um rápido aceno com a cabeça e agradeceu ele.

Pelo resto do dia era Simon te olhando. Certificando que você estava feliz.

Quando faziam alguma pausa para descansar, ele ia puxar papo com você.

Se algum dos rapazes conversava contigo, ele tentava escutar o assunto e torcia para que alguém o chamasse pra fazer parte do assunto.

Quase no final do dia, quando você ainda estava no set e ele já havia indo embora, recebeu uma notificação no seu WhatsApp.

#simon hempe #matias recalt #enzo vogrincic #esteban kukuriczka #headcanon

[gamerbearmira]

I'm not sure if you know much about Steven Universe but...Diamond au?

Alma is basically white diamond (The supreme Diamond basically), or should I say, Magenta diamond?

Pepa is obviously yellow diamond, Julieta is blue diamond, and Bruno is green diamond.

The grandkids are kind of...young diamonds? (I know in the show it's canon that Diamonds and crystal gems don't age but I'm switching things around for fun.)

So, young Diamonds are typically minded from underground places and it's extremely rare to find one and even rarer to find six.

(So, in the ground they're technically like babies in stone. There's no certain way of knowing when a Diamond will be born so you kinda just have to...wait.)

Isabela was born first, then Dolores. 2000 years later, Luisa was born. 4000 years later, came Camilo and then Mirabel. 10,000 years later, came Antonio.

Like in your Giant siren au, the diamond madrigal adults & teens are huge with Antonio being the smallest. But he's just as tall as the average adult.

Roles -

Magenta (Alma) is the leader and in charge of establishing Gemkind's identity. Yellow, Green, and Blue, holding second-tier status, oversee Home world's military and culture respectively. The grandkids are charge of throwing celebrations for the achievements of the other Diamonds.

In this au the adults aren't addressed as mama/Tia/Tio/Abuela they are just addressed as their colors. Same for the grandchildren-

Isabela = Violet

Dolores = Red

Luisa = Purple

Camilo = Gold

Mirabel = Teal

Antonio = Bronze, cider, Mikado, or apricot (I'm not sure which one to choose from.)

The husbands in this Au are pearls. And yes, they still love their big wives.

Pedro = Sandstone (color) pearl

Agustin = Oxford blue pearl

Felix = Honey Pearl

Are the grand-diamonds spoiled? Yes, they were cute as diamond-lings so how could the older diamonds not spoil them? Are the grand-diamonds still sweet? Also, yes.

That's all I've got for now.

I think the way the “children" are determined by like?? Which couple digs up the lil Diamond. Dunno 🤓

Pedro might be cracked???

Gave them actual diamond cuts 🤭 if you have more go ahead and hand it over (even tho I know nothing abt su)

ALSO!!! I LOVE WHEN THE MADRIGALS ARE BIG AND ARE BIG OB SMALLER MADRIGALS❗❗❗🤓 My favs, one of my favorite aspects about Giant Siren <33

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto antonio #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto Luisa #encanto camilo #encanto julieta #encanto agustin #encanto felix #encanto Pepa #encanto Bruno #steven universe #su #steven universe au #diamond au

[achitka]

Doors (Chapter 47) Meanwhile

Hello.

So as the title of this chapter says... meanwhile...

Just needed to catch up with a few folks I've lost track of... Anyway, Alma is tired. Bruno is just being Bruno. Mira just can't seem to shut out her intrusive thoughts. Bubo's Tío is not at all sure he's making the right decision and Isabela is a bit miffed, being the oldest is such a pain sometimes.

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Meanwhile...

Alma was now sitting by herself as Rodrigo was speaking with José a few meters away. Julieta’s handling of the newcomers had been just about flawless. When she told her about Doris’s reaction to being unknowingly magically healed, Alma agreed with her daughter’s assessment that the Doctor should be there. Spending the entire day in the plaza handing out pieces of herself was something Alma never appreciated how wearing it was for her daughter. Though she doubted Julieta would ever deny anyone healing, it was a good thing that she was learning to better assess whether people truly needed her magical help.

Casita clattered some floor tiles near Julieta, and Alma looked toward her daughter. The house just said that Tuli had fainted and could she please come to Luisa’s room. Her daughter looked up toward the balcony as she put the photos she was holding back on the table, and she and Agustín headed toward the stairs. Tuli, Alma noted, had been very withdrawn during dinner. Hardly eating and barely taking her eyes off her Tío. Pepa was gone and Bruno had finished looking at the pictures and was now back in the chair he vacated earlier.

Bruno pulled his chair closer as he watched his sister leave and asked her quietly, “Something happen?”

Alma leaned closer and said, “Tuli has fainted, and Juli is going to check on her.”

Bruno nodded and said, “Then she’s in good hands. Ummm, Mamá there’s a photo over there… ”

Alma thought she knew which one he was talking about and asked gently, “The one of the little boy?”

Bruno nodded and Alma said, “It is a picture of my hermanito. He unfortunately passed during an outbreak of cholera when he was almost two. He was the only boy, and my mother wanted at least one picture of him.”

Bruno sat back for a moment then nodded. Alma realized she’d never shared with her children why they were named the way they were. Because they had been forced to flee the night they were born, Alma had relied on the conversations she and Pedro had had before they were born to decide what she would call them. She noticed Bruno was pulling at the sleeve of his ruana. He obviously hadn’t quite gotten over his overuse of his Gift earlier in the day. He looked over at Rodrigo and José and asked, “So, did they say how long they will be in town?”

“Rodrigo said he plans to stay for several weeks. He wants to interview people about what he called the thousand-day war. I am not sure about José, though. Probably a few weeks at best.”

“You think he’ll let Tuli stay here. I don’t think she’d do well any place else.”

“I agree, however, he is her guardian, so we have to respect his decision.”

“I know, I’m just worried she’ll try something desperate.”

Alma nodded and looked past him when Agustín returned. He went over and spoke briefly with José. Rodrigo said something and took the photos José was holding, and left with Agustín in the direction of the stairs. Camilo’s door opened and he and Mirabel came out of his room. Alma got up as Pepa returned and Rodrigo came over as well. He handed the photos to Pepa, thanked them for dinner, then asked them to let José know he would wait for news about Tuli back at the camp. Rodrigo’s non-reaction to this made Alma think this was something that had happened more than once in the past. She noticed Luisa came out of her room at a normal speed, so was probably headed for the kitchen to fetch something for Julieta. Alma headed for the stairs and Pepa caught up after putting away the other photos and grabbing the box. Bruno had already gone somewhere else, that made Alma think that he was trying to ward off a vision, or maybe he just went to the kitchen.

Reaching the top, Alma felt exhausted and gripped the wall for support.

Pepa was now right next to her and asked, “You alright, Mamá? You look a little pale.”

Alma nodded, paused and then shook her head. “I am feeling a bit tired, Pepita.”

Since her illness, Alma was learning she needed to take the Doctor’s warnings about her health very seriously. She took the arm that her daughter offered, and after a moment, they headed toward Luisa’s room. Mirabel and Camilo were lingering there, so Pepa shooed them further down the hall as Luisa returned with a basin and some towels. She came out and joined them as the front door opened. Isa and Bubo came in and headed directly toward the back stairs. Luisa met them and had Bubo go into her room, then once Isabela joined them, they all went to Mirabel’s room to wait for Julieta. Some tiles shifted nearby, and Mirabel said, “The Doctor’s here.”

Dolores appeared in Mira’s room shortly after that, and went to the window where Isabela was standing. Alma hoped her nieta’s date went well, since she’d been so looking forward to it. Bubo Márquez was probably the furthest sort of person Alma would have thought Isa would be interested in, but Alma had to admit, she liked the young man. Isa leaned into Dolores and asked her prima a question, and Dolores replied something very softly. When Isa asked her another question, Dolores nodded, and Isa frowned before giving her prima’s arm a squeeze, then turned and plopped onto the sofa nearby. Dolores remained at the window and sat on the bench watching something outside. Probably Mariano. Alma had concluded that Dolores knew that neither Mariano nor Isabela had wanted the relationship she’d pushed them into, but was unable to say anything. The signs had been there, but Alma had been blind to the obvious for too long. 

Luisa picked up a book off a shelf and draped herself over the arms of the overstuffed chair and started reading. Pepa left with Camilo to get the tray in his room and make a snack for Tuli. Pepa mentioned that she’d noticed Tuli had hardly touched her food and thought that could be a part of what had caused Tuli to faint. Mirabel was lingering near the door and Alma indicated she should come with her toward her room, and Mira reluctantly followed.

“This will only take a moment,” Alma said, “I just wanted to let you know that you are doing a wonderful job of looking after Tuli. I can see it was the right decision to put her in your care.” Mirabel’s worried expression faded, and she smiled. Alma gave Mirabel a hug as she added, “I’m going to bed now. I’m sure Tuli is alright, your Tía mentioned she thought Tuli was not eating enough, so she went to make her a snack. Did studying with Camilo go well?”

“Oh yeah, we got through all of it. So, he should do well for his testing tomorrow.”

“That is good news. Good night, Mirabel.”

“Good night, Abuela. So, you want the door shut?”

Alma nodded, so Mirabel left and closed the door behind her. Alma sat on her bed. She’d already decided whatever it was that was bothering her nieta was tied to the breaking, so when Valentina commented on that as she was measuring her for the new clothes, Alma paid attention. She told Alma about how Mira was blindly stacking cookies in her kitchen and was so focused on that task that she was oblivious to everything around her. Valentina was of the mind that after living with their nieta for almost a year, she did not think Mira had come to terms with Casita dying the way that it did. It wasn’t guilt that it had happened, though that was a small part of it, but more the guilt that she’d so ‘easily’ set aside that sorrow to help her family. Fear that it could happen again if she wasn’t hyper-vigilant. This was what was making Mirabel anxious and Casita somewhat unpredictable. Julieta had mentioned that Mira’s sleepwalking was always tied to her anxiety, and Alma could see that anxiety was very tied to herself. Her relationship with Julieta’s youngest child, since the breaking, she thought had been improving. But appearances could be deceiving, and Mirabel seemed reluctant to tell anyone what was bothering her.

Alma realized that Mira was dealing with her loss in a way not unlike what she had done. She’d pushed Pedro’s loss so far down that there was barely enough of her old self left to raise her three babies. She understood how hard it could be to control those parts of yourself. She’d only just gotten settled into her own routines when her children were given their Gifts. This, once again, threw her world into chaos. Alma realized she should have been more willing to ask for help dealing with that new reality, but instead she doubled down. Wanting, no needing, to control everything to keep her babies from harm. Valentina also told Alma in no uncertain terms that she needed to give Mira time and maybe help her find a way to grieve for the loss of her best friend. She was concerned for Mirabel and admonished Alma to not overwhelm the girl with petty day-to-day things.

Alma changed into her bed clothes and Casita turned down the lights as she sat with a blanket in the rocking chair near the window. She was still tired but knew she would not be able to sleep yet, so she looked out over the town as she rubbed the locket she was holding. She did not open it, doing so would only lead to that remembered sadness. Alma paused and thought, perhaps this was what people had been trying to tell her… she looked down at her hands and popped open the latch. Valentina was a very perceptive woman and also added that Alma, too, needed to deal with her own loss if she was going to be able to help Mirabel with hers. She stared at Pedro’s beautiful face and said, “Tomorrow, I will take our children through that yellow door and share the joy you gave me on that day.” In her mind, she saw her husband smile, and this made Alma smile too.

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Mirabel closed her Abuela’s door and quickly went back to her own to see if anything was happening outside of Luisa’s room. She did not want to impose on Dolores just because she was curious. She was still getting used to being ‘in charge’ of anything and knew her prima would tell her if she’d heard something she really needed to know. Isa looked worried as she stared out the window. When they were washing dishes, her sister had said that she and Tuli had a good talk while they were working in the fields. Tuli, it seemed, wanted to learn French because she planned to go to France one day to learn ballet. Isa had offered to teach her what she knew since she learned some French from Abuela when she was younger. Mirabel had learned what Isa knew by lurking in the background during her lessons. Sometimes being invisible had its little perks.

Casita shuffled a tile nearby and Mirabel stepped further back into her room and then heard Luisa’s door open. The Doctor, her mother and Tuli’s Tío came into the hall. The door closed, so Bubo must still be in there. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but what no one knew, except possibly Dolores, was that when Mirabel put a hand on any flat surface, Casita could and would talk to her. It was really just a series of thumps, and Mira always had to really concentrate to understand any of it. Tuli’s Tío, aside from looking mildly irritated, was listening closely to what the Doctor was telling him.

While Casita relayed what was being said, Mirabel knew this was totally eavesdropping, but she just had to know. When she’d given Tuli the Rosary earlier, she felt that disturbing wave of hopelessness she’d noticed before. Tuli needed something and Mirabel was very worried about her honorary hermanita. She needed to think of a way to help her, but she didn’t have a clue as to how she should go about that. She looked over at Luisa, who was watching her from over her book. Mirabel smiled, and her sister cocked an eyebrow at her. Luisa noticed so much more than anyone gave her credit for. She was a lot like their Mamá in that way.

The conversation in the hall had ended, and Dolores moved away from the window and pulled at Luisa’s sleeve. Her sister got up and followed their prima into the hall. As they passed her, Luisa gave her a look that told Mira she knew she was up to something. Mirabel watched them and saw her mother waving to her, so Mira came out of her room to join her sister. Dolores was headed back toward her room and smiled at Mira as she passed her. Mirabel reached her mother and sister and her Mamá said, “Mira, Tuli will be spending tonight in Luisa’s room, so can you head up to the tower and find a nightgown and some clothes for tomorrow?”

Mira nodded and started for the tower stairs. As she neared the top, she realized a light was already on and thought, that's weird. She came into the room to find her Tío Bruno perched atop a mess of once neatly folded clothes, holding a small bundle. He had his eyes closed but did not have his hood up, so probably not a sponty, but she was curious as to what he was doing there. Mirabel couldn’t see everything he had, but it all appeared to be folded neatly. Her Tío had been acting a bit odd since before supper, but maybe he would explain, so she asked tentatively, “Tío?”

Bruno’s eyes popped open, and he said, “Mira! Just the sobrina I was hoping to run into!” His tone sounded unusually restless.

“Okay… ”

He waved for her to come closer, so Mirabel did, and she asked, “You okay Tío?”

“Never better,” he said as if he were not sitting atop a table with clothing piled up beneath him. The silence stretched and Mira said, “Tío, I’m supposed to… ” she pointed to the clothes her uncle was sitting on, and he responded, “I know,” and held out the bundle.

Mirabel took it and asked, “What’s this?”

“Clothes… nightgown… Antonio picked them out,” his said earnestly.

Well, that was why she’d come up there, still… “Isn’t Antonio in bed?” Mirabel asked.

“Yes.”

He said nothing else, and it was still not an answer. Mirabel noticed his hands were twitching a bit as he pulled at the cuffs of his new ruana. He’d already pulled a few threads loose, and Mira resisted the urge to find a pair of scissors.

“Thanks, Tío,” Mirabel said as she started to turn but stopped and looked at him again and asked, “You're sure you’re doing okay?”

He didn’t move for a moment, just stared through her, then abruptly nodded. Mirabel tilted her head and was met with silence, so she headed toward the stairs. As she reached the bottom, she pulled up short to keep from running into her Papá who was carrying a somewhat large box.

“I see your mother has you running errands too, Corazón," he said as she fell into step with him.

Mirabel nodded and said, “Just went to get Tuli some clothes for tomorrow.” Mirabel was somewhat concerned for her Tío and said, "Ummm Pá … Tío Bruno was… ummm… you know, never mind.”

Her Father nodded, but it was clear he was curious. They reached Luisa’s room and Mira knocked, and waited until Casita opened the door for them. Her father looked around, and her mother shrugged at his unspoken question. He set the box inside the door, then left the room, closing the door behind him. Mira noticed then that only her mother, Tuli and Luisa were here, and Mira wondered where Isa, Bubo and his Tío went. She put down her bundle and leaned back into the door with her hands behind her. Casita started telling her something that caused Mirabel to involuntarily let out a bark of laughter. Everyone was now looking at her, so Mira quickly scrunched her hands in front of herself and smiled weakly. Luisa was again looking at her with suspicion, her mother just rolled her eyes, while Tuli just looked confused.

Her mother waved her over, and Mira retrieved the bundle as she stepped away from the door. Tuli got off the bed and Mira handed Tuli the package and said, “There’s a nightgown and some fresh clothes for tomorrow. Luisa usually gets up pretty early, so heads up for that.”

Her mother gave her a look and Mirabel resisted the urge to run into the hall, but her mother then turned to Tuli and said, “Get some rest, and we’ll see how you're feeling in the morning. The school will be reopening tomorrow and since you’ll be staying for a while, Mira will be going with you to get you registered.”

“Will Antonio be going?”

“Yes, but he is in a lower grade.”

“Oh,” Tuli replied and nodded.

“Get some sleep, you’ve had an exciting day, and tomorrow will be too,” her mother said, and to Luisa her mother added, “There are some extra pillows and blankets in the box.”

Luisa nodded and said, “Thanks, Mamá.”

Her mother nodded as she handed Luisa a small bottle, giving her instructions on how it should be used. She said goodnight, then gave them both a hug saying, “Buenas noches, dulces sueños, hijas.”

Tuli was clutching her stuffed rat and had a curious smile, as if she was remembering something pleasant. Mirabel started when her mother tugged at her shirt, and Mira left with her. She looked over the rail and saw Isa sitting in the courtyard with their father. He had his arms crossed and Isa was mirroring his position in the chair across from him. Her mother looked down at the pair and sighed. She turned to Mira, saying, “I think it’s time you headed for bed as well, Mira. We’ll discuss what’s needed to get Tuli registered tomorrow.” Mirabel reluctantly looked away and back at her mother, who added, “I am also going to ask you to not listen in on private conversations, Mira, however tempting it may be.”

Mirabel shrunk in on herself a little and nodded in reply. How did she know that? Mira thought. Her mother noticed her chagrin as she took Mira’s face in her hands and said after she kissed the top of her head, “I know you don’t mean any harm, Corazón. Good night, Mira. Dulces sueños.”

“Good night, Mamá,” Mirabel replied, then headed to her room. She’d been found out already. Though she wondered how her mother knew, she figured it was probably something the prior Casita was capable of. Which made her wonder if perhaps her mother had used that as well. She did tend to turn up at the most random times… usually when Mirabel and Camilo were planning something prankish. Well, she supposed, it really was just eavesdropping and being nosey would surely lead to trouble. Mirabel changed into her nightgown and pulled on her robe. Casita turned down the lights as she sat on the window seat and looked out at the town. For so many years, she’d been an outsider in her own community. Now she was smack in the middle of everything.

There was always the underlying feeling she just shouldn’t be in charge of anything. Mirabel really had forgiven her abuela for a lot of what happened after discovering the underlying cause of it all, and she just couldn’t find it within herself to hold a grudge. She was genuinely happy to see her family back together, with actual hope for their futures.

She pulled her robe tighter when an errant breeze blew in. She felt unusually calm, so decided it was probably for the best that Camilo had managed to get her to admit she was still having problems with the breaking. He let her ramble and blubber for a little bit, then had her laughing about the ways Casita would often aide and abet them with their shenanigans. She thought about what she wanted to do tomorrow. Breakfast, then getting Tuli ready to start school, go to her abuelos shop and help with the sewing, go see the twins, and thank them for their work on the costumes… there was something else she was forgetting. She concentrated on that, but it was not coming back to her, so she let her thoughts wander as she watched the lights in town going out one by one.

Mirabel’s eyes drifted up… she could just see the edge of the tower from here, and she thought about the doors up there. It was for certain that they were all tied to her abuela, none had existed prior to her going up there that first day. Maybe they were remnants of the first Casita and Mira thought, it would be wonderful if they were. A lot of the materials used to build this house came from the old, though, her Casita still insisted they did not know where they originated. When she thought about it, that made sense, since there were lots of things about her own mother she didn’t know, nor had she bothered to ask.

She watched some fireflies as they flitted in and out of sight. Mira decided she was going to need to figure out exactly how she and Tuli were related. She was curious what her Abuela’s sister was like. Bubo’s Tío called Rodrigo primo, but she was not sure if that was by marriage or what. She was going to need to talk to Bubo, or maybe she could get Isa to ask. She was also curious as to how Antonio had picked out Tuli’s clothes. She was pretty sure Antonio had been in bed the entire time Tuli had been with Luisa.

She smiled as she thought of Antonio’s enthusiasm to learn how to speak to the bugs of the Encanto. Bubo had shown him and Tuli the best way to catch them, and Antonio was a little disappointed he wasn’t able to understand them. He still wanted to talk to them but said it was just too hard. Mira wasn’t sure if that was because he hadn’t figured it out or if it was because he would need to practice… a lot. He commented that Tuli was a bit of a scaredy-cat but was getting braver all the time. That said a lot coming from her primo. He was quiet but tended to be a bit blunt.

“Casita?” The tiles near the window shuffled and Mira asked, “Do you think Tuli’s going to be okay? I’m really worried about her. Sometimes... I can feel a hopelessness, and I know her Tío said she can stay… I just hope nothing happens that would change his mind.” The house tiles moved again, and Mira sighed and added, “No, it wouldn’t be right, so please don’t do that.” More tiles moved and Mira said a little more forcefully, “Seriously, Casita, don’t do that. Promise?” there was a short silence, then another shift. “Thanks.”

Mirabel was tapping the sill and feeling really wide awake. She was tired earlier, but now… not so much. She looked back at her door. It glowed softly in the darkened room. She’d always dreamed of having a door like the rest of her family, and still did to a certain extent, but this door was different. It was a tangible connection between Casita, her Abuela and herself. The shimmering oak depicted made her think of that oak tree Isa had created earlier. Mira was fairly certain it was in the same area as the one she used to climb when she was a kid, and leaned out to get a better look. It really was too dark to see, but the outline was there. Mirabel stepped up onto the window seat, then climbed out onto the windowsill. She let her feet dangle for a few moments before she eased herself onto the roof.

Casita clattered a tile nearby and Mirabel responded, “I’ll be careful, and don’t go telling everyone what I’m up to.” There was another louder burst and Mirabel hissed, “Chitón, you’ll wake everybody up.” Casita waggled one of the shutters and Mira sighed and said, “Sorry, I don’t mean to snap, but I can take care of myself and if Mamá or Pá finds out, I’ll get yelled at.” Mira patted the sill again and said as she pulled her robe tight, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Mirabel headed along the roof tiles toward a trellis that was at the side of the house. She ducked as she passed the windows along the way. Hopefully, everyone was asleep but why chance it? She quickly climbed down and ran toward the great tree that Isa had said named itself Anselmo.

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Rodrigo Iguarán was writing quickly when the tip of his pencil snapped. He glared at the small hole the pencil created and sat back as he tried to remember where in his pack he’d put his pocketknife. He was absently tapping on his notebook but looked up when the tent flap opened, and José stepped in. José’s face held a deep frown as he sat down on the only chair and let out something akin to a growl.

“Something wrong, Gabi?”

“No.” His answer was abrupt, and after a moment added, “Maybe… ” he growled again then shook his head and said “No.” He took off his shoes, then carefully positioned them under his cot. Rodrigo watched him go about moving all the items in the tent that were not quite where he thought they should be. Something was bothering his primo enough that he was adjusting everything in eye shot. This was a habit he’d gotten from his Abuelo. Whenever his Abuela regaled them of the magical, and his Abuelo was there, he too would begin adjusting the physical world to suit himself. 

“How is Tuli?” Rodrigo asked.

“Tuli is fine. The Doctor said they need to eat more and rest.”

“Well, that’s good news,” Rodrigo said cheerfully. José only grunted in reply, so Rodrigo asked, “For how long?”

José looked at his hands then said, “A minimum of six weeks, possibly longer.”

“Ooof, so will you be staying or were you planning to take Tuli and go anyway?”

José didn’t answer right away. Instead, he was busy adjusting a stack of clothing that he’d taken from his pack. Rodrigo watched as he matched up all the corners and thought he’s definitely not happy with this development. José moved back to the chair and said as he rubbed his knees, “I’ve agreed that Tuli can remain here as long as he stays with the Madrigals, so he’ll be staying when I leave.”

Rodrigo was taken aback, while it was true, they were all related, it was out of character that José would allow for something like this. He knew part of the problem was he still saw Bubo as a child. As Bubo said, he’d not been one for some time and even if he tended to be impulsive, he was not a fool. The other part was if he did leave Tuli behind, he would have failed in his purpose for this journey. If the Doctor was saying Tuli should stay, his primo would have to take that into his decision making. All during their journey, José had said that when (he never said ‘if’) they found Tuli, they would head back to Bogotá as soon as possible. José must have caught his look because he asked, “You think leaving Tuli a mistake?”

“Honestly?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

His cousin appeared to be hoping for a different answer because he frowned and asked, “Then you agree that Bubo would be a better guardian?”

Rodrigo took a deep breath before he replied cautiously, “In this instance… probably?”

“Probably?”

There was a hint of anger in his voice that made Rodrigo add, “Gabi, if you’ve suddenly changed your mind, or you’re looking for someone to shout at, then fine, shout away. But at least don’t lie to yourself. If you leave with Tuli, you’ll end up in the same cycle of nonsense that created the situation that caused her to run in the first place. I know it, Bubo knows it, and you know it too.”

“You said ‘her’.”

Rodrigo clenched his teeth and said sharply, “Quit saying that, I know what I said, Gabi, and so what? I know that it’s your decision, but perhaps you should be willing to see if he will do better than they have in the past. You must see how incredibly blessed you are that Tuli found their way to this place alive. I don’t even want to think about what that smuggler did to them.”

José deflated some as he let out a sigh and said, “I know. I’m sorry.”

Rodrigo took a deep breath, he was determined not to be angry, so asked, “What did the Doctor say?”

“He said, for the most part, Tuli’s physically alright but only just. Too thin and probably not sleeping. Fragile was the word he used.” José laid back on the cot, covering his eyes with his arm. He was quiet for a time, then added, “I’m not sure why I was under the delusion that Tuli…” he stopped as he uncovered his eyes and stared at his hands. “Maria’s been haunting my dreams of late. Telling me what a fool I’ve been and how could I have let this happen to her. Sometimes it feels like…” he trailed off as Rodrigo finished his primo’s thought in his head; Your sister guided Tuli here and away from you. Still, Rodrigo resisted the urge to mention he’d called Tuli ‘her’. Little by little, his primo was learning to accept Tuli’s reality, he just hadn’t realized it yet.

It was probably for the best. José’s own fiancé, Mercedes, had told Rodrigo privately that her husband-to-be should find a way to send Tuli back to their abuelos or ask another of his married brothers to take her in. Tuli was clearly withering in his care, and his refusal to see those effects was not helping. This included his not using Tuli’s given name, which she said was nothing more than him being spiteful. He needed to learn he couldn’t control everything, try though he may.

Rodrigo looked away and reached into his pack to locate his pocketknife. His thoughts turned to his own fiancé. Juana had admonished him to not stay away for too long chasing his stories. The lure of so many folks that had survived the thousand-day war was going to be difficult to resist, and he did need to get back to Cartagena. He wondered then where Bubo was, so asked, “Bubo back at the Aguilars?”

“Yes, we stopped there, and he showed me the tiny storeroom he’s been living in. Very spartan.”

“Tiny? Is he living in a closet?”

“No… actually, for one person, it’s not too bad.”

“You sound almost disappointed.”

“I would have thought he’d have his own place by now. He’s been here almost a year.”

“You did say he was patrolling the outskirts of the village for the past few months.”

“Yes, I suppose it wouldn’t have mattered.”

“You know, if I didn’t know better, Gabi, I would think you were looking for an excuse.”

“Excuse?”

“Yes, to justify taking Tuli when you go.”

“Tuli’s going to be staying with the Madrigals.” Rodrigo sighed, but his cousin was no longer looking at him as he said, “Rodrigo?”

“Yes Gabi?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just keep reminding me that I’m not wrong to leave Tuli here.”

“Alright. Just try not to shout at anyone. Especially Bubo, he is a good man.”

“Right.” José said as he caught the ‘man’. He let out a small laugh and added, “He is a good man. Not gonna lie, Bubo being here did make my decision easier. I just wish they had some sort of mail service here. I understand them not having any phones but no electricity?”

“I’m sure we’ll find a way, Gabi. Maybe there is a magical answer.”

José gazed up and nodded and said, “Probably. I saw you were speaking with Señor Félix during dinner; did he mention how the smuggler died?”

“He said it was probably a heart attack.”

“A heart attack?”

“Yes, apparently his youngest son, Antonio, can speak to animals. They believe his son asked the jaguar that landed atop the smuggler to frighten him away, but he ended up scaring him to death.”

“How unusual.”

“Less than he deserved, if you ask me. And to think he traveled with us for almost three weeks. Thank goodness we never found the women and kids he was tracking. Did you know they are also here?”

“No, I hadn’t heard. I’ll need to thank them for looking after Tuli.”

“So, did Bubo happen to mention how his date went? He’s quite taken with the young lady he was sitting with at dinner. You should have seen his face when she walked into the dining room earlier.”

“I can imagine, she is quite beautiful. Still, right now, I am actually more concerned about Señora Vargas causing trouble. I have no illusions that she will, first chance she gets.”

“She is a challenging one. We’ll need to keep an eye on that brood of lackeys she’s collected on the trip here. I’m sure Miguel already told her that Paola was at dinner. That young man… I’ve forgotten his name.”

“The shapeshifter?”

Rodrigo nodded.

“Camilo.”

“Yes, such a remarkable Gift. I wonder if he can shape-shift into anyone. Do you have any plans for dealing with her?”

“Not yet, but... ” José paused and seemed to be working something out in his head. He chuckled to himself and said, “Right, I’m going to bed. Good night Rodrigo.”

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Isabela sat on her bed, feeling foolish after her conversation with her father. The standoff was only broken when her mother appeared and hustled her off to her room. Seriously, what did he think she was going to do? Isa paused when a random thought answered that question, and she blushed. She almost laughed at the irony, since conversations like that one hadn’t been needed when she was dating Mariano. She was never actually alone with him, and went out of her way to not be. That, and Señorita Perfecta would never have even dared to do such things. Obviously, it was her level of interest in Bubo that had prompted her Papá to well… be her Papá. He at least waited until Bubo had left with his Tío.

Her thoughts drifted, and she picked up the potted plumeria rubra she planted, and was very pleased to see three small leaves had unfurled from the cutting. She knew what its flowers looked like and resisted the urge to make the cutting bloom. She took it to the balcony and opened the doors to set outside. The morning sun would definitely help green it up. She was adjusting it when something moving across the lawn caught her eye. Was that Mirabel? Was she sleepwalking? Normally, Isa would ignore this, but she thought she saw the shadow of someone else as she leaned over the rail. Maybe it was her imagination, but then again, Mirabel was now the focus of the magic of the Encanto. She sighed and asked, “Casita, did Mira ask you not to tell anyone she was sneaking out?”

The house clattered yes… then quickly clattered no.

Honestly, Isa thought. She looked at her shoes near the door and decided she didn’t have time for that. She poked her head out of her door, the house was quiet as so she slipped out of her room. She went down the stairs and to the back door. The door wasn’t budging and Casita clattered a tile or two and Isa said, “And you shouldn’t have let her wander off by herself, Casita. Now open the door.”

More tiles clattered angrily, but the back door popped open and Isabela headed in the direction she’d seen her little sister take.

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We’re going to ignore 1.) The fact that Pepa is a stick figure and 2.) That I haven’t posted in 2 weeks

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[weird-encanto-stuff]

Camilo: guys I...um...i umm

Pepa: what did you do?

Felix: oh god-

Dolores: he drop kicked tío Agustin down the stairs and threw tio Bruno down them also-

Felix: CAMILO-

Pepa: omg are they ok?!

Dolores: yeah Agustín is ok Bruno I'm not so sure-

Bruno yelling from a distance: IS MY FOOT SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THAT

Pepa: omg camilo I'm gonna whip your ass

(Don't worry Julieta was able to heal Bruno's broken foot)

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[jacarandaaaas]

Here’s some revisions I did after seeing some of the ideas (there are obviously some flaws but I tried). Also, these ideas you guys had are amazing and my brain is BRAINING!!!

Season one - Centering the triplets as they grow up and Alma nearly losing her mind. The full season would be 20+ episodes and 20 minutes long. Also includes young Agustin and Felix. 

Season two - First ten episodes ending with the triplets (Pepa’s wedding) and the last ten with the grandchildren growing up. (And expanding on the changes that happened after Mirabel’s ceremony.)

This season and mid season three would expand on how some relationships dwindled and just different dynamics and such. Maybe some post-movie bonding.

Season three - First ten episodes ending with post-movie grandkids/ before Antonio’s birth month. The last ten centering on the actual healing through Casita’s collapse. Mirabel’s parents, sisters, and Primo's reaction to Mirabel’s disappearance. And the reaction to Bruno coming back and how they all felt. 

And more bonding among family members and an introduction to extended ones on Agustin and Felix’s side of the family. Like honestly, what about their other cousins? grandparents? Tias & Tios? Nephews and nieces? We need more of them too.

Over the course of the series a trading & transport system is created for people to safely get in and out of the Encanto to the nearest town. They do explore outside The Encanto/see how far the gifts go. Culture shock. 

Obligatory "the oldest granddaughters go out and shenanigans happen." also Camilo and Mirabel spy/tag along.

Season four - first twelve episodes are going to be character-centric and full of shenanigans. In every episode Luisa tries a new hobby in the B/C plot and it goes a different direction each time. 

Obligatory halloween episode where the grandchildren tell each other scary stories of the outside world. 

Episodes 18  could possibly surround the Triplets birthday. Episode 19 could be the Valentine's day episode with the yellow couple, blue couple, and Dolores’ relationship with Mariano.  Could also involve the other grandkids talking to their crushes or asking them out. Just a full day of wholesome love. 

Episode 20 could be a BIG family game night with extended family involved. 

Season five - Finale season (A few years into the future maybe?)

Mariano goes with the other granddaughters out of the Encanto to get the best engagement ring for Dolores (because only the best of the best is good for her). Camilo and Antonio tag along and they get into trouble. Dolores hears everything and goes to bail her boyfriend and cousins/brothers out.

Day of little candles themed ep where alma and the family go to the river and alma tells them all about pedro. Also flashbacks of before dos oruguitas and Alma telling her family how proud she is of them all. 

Mirabel (possibly seventeen or eighteen) looks back on how far the family has come while working on Dolores’ wedding dress. 

Season ends with Dolores and Mariano getting married! 

Notes: Yes, the theme song would be like the family madrigal, new outfits every other episode, in each episode a part of the diverse Colombian culture could/should be explored. (food, music, dancing, fashion, history, etc).  Songs are a must and Lin Manuel Miranda will be the one who worked on them. I won’t let anyone else attempt to mimic his style of music when he can just be hired. I’m sure he would like to work on the story anyway. 

I think 24 episodes instead of 20 would be a bit better plot and story wise. Maybe each could be 25 minutes each too? Also, if Disney is willing to not have a stick up their ass, I would like the series to be animated in Disney’s renaissance era style. Like the Hunchback of Notre dame, Brother bear, Lion king, Treasure planet, and Tarzan. I’m NOT accepting anything less. 

It could also be a Tradigital (both computer and hand drawn) style like Tarzan/Hunchback of Notre dame! 3D backgrounds painted to look 2D with the characters actually being traditionally drawn. This would especially be cool to look at in Antonio’s room and just Encanto in general. 

TONS OF DISNEY  EASTER EGGS! “Wish” kind of didn’t do it right at all so I think Encanto can do it better.  Honestly I should’ve just asked the Encanto community for help instead of just struggling by myself. YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING!!! If I’m ever able to pitch this to Disney and actually make this become true I will credit ALL OF YOU!!!

Also, I’ve noticed how poorly Disney marketed Treasure planet, Princess and the frog, and strange world (most are allegedly poorly marketed) and by god I WILL NOT let them poorly market this. 

Lastly, I think the series could have a full six seasons because there are so many ideas that I want to add and don’t want anyone’s idea left out. Plus, there’s just so much one can do...

thanks to @midcanto @mirabels-miracle @droppingdonkeys @slayyyysworld @teawizard and you of course for the ideas!

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I love these ideas so much!!! in a better universe this exists and in the Number 1 fan!!! I love when this fandom is creative and all come together!!

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[sokkas-first-fangirl]

To complete the trio of Madrigal men and their changes in appearance, I imagine Bruno having to cut his hair because of a bad joke from Camilo, remembering the experiences of Felix and Agustin and preparing for a similar reaction from Antonio. Nothing prepared him for Alma's reaction.

Come get ya'll angst ✨

It felt childish, so utterly ridiculous: having to cut his hair because Camilo got gum in it. Bruno hadn't seen anyone do that since he was ten.

It was annoying, but it was only hair. It would grow back. Bruno certainly felt weird though. He hadn't had short hair since he was in his early teens.

"Think we're in for another freak out from the kids?" Félix asked with a laugh.

"Doubt it," Bruno said, running a hand through his new, much shorter hair. "Tonito's older than Luisa and Lola were when you two shaved."

He couldn't imagine Antonio wailing that he didn't know who Bruno was. Antonio wasn't a baby anymore.

Indeed, Antonio just said, "You look nice, Tio!" and left it at that, thank goodness.

His mamá however...

She froze in the doorway with a strangled gasp, her eyes wide and one hand on her heart.

"Mamá?" Bruno's voice sharpened with worry as he and his sisters jumped to their feet. She'd gone so pale, her eyes watered, she looked like she'd seen a ghost...

Oh. Oh no.

Much more self-conscious now, Bruno pulled his hood up.

"Sorry!" he said quickly. "I-I didn't- I mean, I didn't think, I...Um..."

Alma stepped forward and gently pushed the hood back down, holding Bruno's face in her hands. Her smile wobbled and Camilo looked like he was drowning in guilt.

"You look like your papá," Alma said softly. She patted his cheek and Bruno heard how her breath shook as she walked past him to the table.

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