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wikluk · 2 years

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Here's something angsty for you (again)

Preemie baby Mirabel dies. She cought a disease and being a preemie and weaker than other children her age poor baby succumbs to the sickness and passed away. She died at maybe 6-7 months old. Bonus angst points if she died in her mothers arms. Yeah...Juli might take a while to recover from that. But hey you are an expert in messing with Julieta's sanity so....what do you think?

.............. I hate you– anyWAY– YOU MADE ME DO IT AND NOW, LIVE WITH THE CONSEQUENCES!

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cw: infant death

Mirabel is a small baby. She is a sickly baby. She is a weak baby that constantly needs her mamá near.

But Mirabel is also a very happy baby. She is the reason there's so much happiness in their Casita. She's the apple of her Abuela's eye, she's her mother's precious light.

Julieta knows her youngest daughter has it hard. She lost count of how many times Mirabel was sick - whether it was just a cold, cough, fever or the flu. She's so young, barely seven months old, not even walking yet, and she has been through more than any of her sisters or cousins at this age.

She's smaller than other babies her age. Her every milestone happens later than Camilo's, and when Julieta compares their development – having in mind they're two months apart, but the thing with Julieta was: she always kept a record of every Madrigal kid's development, something that was a small obsession connected to the nature of her gift, probably – she can't help but worry.

Mirabel hasn't started teething yet. She has just learned how to sit without toppling over, and she's in love with her toys - that is, when she has the energy to play.

That's what worries Julieta the most. The lack of energy, even when her appetite is great - it nearly rivals Camilo's infinite hunger. Yet despite eating so much, she looks more like a 5-month-old and often is very sleepy.

And when Mirabel is sleepy, she's also very clingy and loves to cuddle, so Julieta keeps her close, most of the time. Mirabel loves to nap against her chest, always resting her head full of dark, short curly hair over Julieta's heart, finding its beating calming.

At times like those, Julieta finds it in herself to smile. To bow her head and kiss Mirabel's soft hair, stroke her back, hold her tiny hand and feel like her small fingers clench around her bigger ones.

At times like those, she feels everything would be alright.

All hopes fade away one evening when Julieta is cooking dinner with Mirabel sleeping against her chest, her breathing uneven and raspy because she has a cold again. Bruno bursts into the kitchen, out of breath and panting, and she looks at him in concern.

"Bruno–" she stops when he walks closer and she sees that his face is wet. He's crying, she realises, and her heart starts beating faster. She can't remember the last time she saw him crying. "What happened?"

Bruno's wide hazel eyes flicker to Mirabel resting in her arms, then back to her, and she sees the trembling of his hands. She has a growing suspicion because he's so easy to read sometimes, and she doesn't like what her mind is telling her, but she's waiting for his answer.

A few seconds pass, and Bruno still doesn't say anything. Finally, he reaches with his hands under his ruana and pulls out a glimmering slab of emerald glass. Julieta knows she's shaking her head even before she sees the picture engraved in it.

"Lo siento, Juli," Bruno whispers and lays the glass on the counter. "I didn't mean to– I'm so sorry."

He's babbling but she doesn't listen. She looks down and before her mind can grasp what she's seeing, her arms hug her daughter closer - closer to her body, closer to her beating heart, as if she can keep the girl safe and sound this way.

On the glass, she sees herself. She sees herself crying and screaming, with tears flowing down her face, with a small, limp body in her arms.

She's sobbing, she knows. Bruno's saying something, Mirabel stirs against her and she feels two small fists tightening on her blouse, then there's a sound of thunder, two babies start crying at one, and she feels someone's arms around her but all she can do is staring at the picture of herself with Mirabel's dead body in her arms.

The image haunts her for days.

Every cough, every sneeze, every rejection of food from Mirabel – all these things are fueling her paranoia and her fear.

Members of their family try to reason with her. Bruno hasn't spoken with her since the day he gave her vision, Agustín soothes her that Bruno's visions aren't set in stone, Mamá assures her that her healing food would help Mirabel if something happens, her girls try to make her and Mirabel smile on every occasion and Pepa tries to distract her, though there's a small grey cloud following her ever since she too saw their brother's vision.

Two weeks pass and Julieta finally let herself calm down a little. Mirabel is fine, though she started teething and it makes her feverish and grumpy, but Julieta can deal with that. She managed with her other daughters and she knows the best method that would surely work for Mirabel.

But then, one day, Mirabel's fever goes worse.

Julieta notices it when she wakes up in the morning on her own, instead of being woken up by Mirabel as has been a norm for many weeks now. She walks over to her youngest's bed and reaches out to her, and she almost gasps at how warm Mirabel is.

She immediately rushes to get damp towels to lower the temperature, she takes all steps she needs to make her daughter feel better. Her mamá and sister come into the room not that much later and try to calm her down.

"You had been so miserable when you were teething, mija," mamá says, sending Julieta a fond look. "Feverish, grumpy, less active. I was worried you caught something but it eventually passed. Mirabel must have taken after you."

But Julieta only sniffs, biting back a sob that threatens to escape her throat. She knows there are tears in her eyes but she can't help it, she's worried. She remembers Bruno's vision–

"She doesn't want to eat. She woke up for a few minutes and came back to sleep," she complains, hugging Mirabel closer to her chest. "I don't know what to do."

"Let her rest. She has a fever, she needs it."

"But I need to feed her. She hasn't eaten since around midnight and it's almost ten–"

"Give her another hour or two," Pepa says softly, though her cloud is still hovering over her head - a clear sign she's no less worried than Julieta. "I bet she'll feel better then."

Julieta nods with great reluctance. She doesn't like it at all, but what more she can do?

Two hours pass quickly. Julieta is in the kitchen and Agustín keeps her company when she's preparing dinner. He holds their daughter on his lap. Mirabel is awake but her head rests heavily against her father's chest.

The sight both brings Julieta relief and makes her extremely anxious.

She managed to feed Mirabel a little. She ate for only five minutes but it's better than nothing, and now her youngest's tired brown eyes follow the plushie butterfly's movement as Agustín tries to have her attention to playing.

But Mirabel doesn't make any grabby hands as she always would. She just sits there and stares, coughing weakly once in a while or whimpering when someone brushes their fingers over her forehead that is still too warm to Julieta's liking.

But she ate... It must be good, right? It means she'll get better very soon, won't she? Pepa said so, Agustín said so, her mamá said so - they must be right.

So she returns to cooking, glancing constantly at her daughter and husband, letting calm herself down by the soft tone of voice Agustín has reserved for their daughters. It makes her smile. She loves to watch him with their girls. He's such a good dad.

"Hey, Miraboo," he says quietly. "Fight this fever because you're giving your Mami grey hairs and you know that's a sore subject for her."

Julieta groans and glares at him. But her exasperation quickly melts when she spots the smallest smile on Mirabel's lips. She hopes it's a good sign.

There's a problem.

Julieta has never been a particularly lucky person, and so in the evening, Mirabel's fever gets even worse. She's fallen asleep rejecting any attempts at feeding her, her breathing is raspy and uneven, and no one knows how to help her.

Julieta is barely functioning overcome with worry, and Agustín is no better, though he hides it well. But she knows him, and she knows he's just as scared.

The kids were put to beds, it's almost ten in the evening, and Julieta sits in the living area with Mirabel on her lap pressed against her, and the adults are talking quietly, trying to distract her.

It doesn't work.

Mirabel's breathing unsettles her and she denied putting her in her crib, insisting on holding her tight. There's a dread in the back of her mind. Bruno's vision is there whenever she closes her eyes. It seems the picture is imprinted onto her eyelids and it doesn't want to go away.

She wants to believe Mirabel will get better tomorrow. She might have been born too early, but she is a fighter. She's lived for seven months, developing a little slower but thriving, being of weak health but of a great personality.

"Te amo, mariposita," Julieta bows her head to kiss Mirabel's locks. "Get better for mamá, hm?"

There's no answer and Julieta didn't expect any. She sighs and rests her head on Agustín's shoulder, her hand drawing circles on Mirabel's back.

She's tired. She wants to sleep but she can't, not when her baby is unwell. But she lets herself close her eyes, trusting it would be just enough to rest a little.

But then–

Then Mirabel's breathing becomes louder. It almost sounds like she's about to cough and Julieta sits straight, looking down at her. "Mirabel?" she asks quietly, rubbing her back, then patting it very lightly to help her cough.

But no cough comes out.

Soon the loud breathing turns into wheezing. This sound gives her shivers and she pulls the girl back, supporting her back, her concern growing. Mirabel's little lips are parted, but her eyes are still closed and the breaths she's emitting sound awful. She has never heard something like that.

"Mira?" she touches her chubby cheek, and then rubs her chest. "Mi amor, wake up!"

The conversation in the room stops but Julieta couldn't care less about it. Her focus is on her daughter only, on her weird breathing, on the unsettling sounds she makes, on the uneven movements of her chest and on the fact she's not waking up.

A few wheezes later and Julieta finally realizes that–

"She can't breathe," she croaks out, then her voice becomes a worried shriek. "Mamá, she can't breathe!"

There's a commotion. Agustín stiffens beside her and she feels his arm on her waist, a low thunder rumbles over their heads and mamá hurries over to where they're sitting. She crouches down in front of them and reaches with her hand to Mirabel's back, rubbing it vigorously.

"Breathe, mi vida," she says, and Julieta can say for the first time that Alma sounds terrified. "Ay Mirabel, breathe, niña, por favor."

But it doesn't work.

Rubbing her back, rubbing her chest - it all doesn't work.

Mirabel's lips turn an unhealthy shade of purplish-blue and Julieta feels like she's dying inside. "Corazón, please, breathe. Breathe for mamá. Breathe for mamá!"

Nothing, only weak wheezes.

"She can't breathe, mamá!" Julieta wails, and her hands tremble. "Mamá, help her! Mamá! She can't breathe–"

Alma looks up at her, utterly terrified but Julieta can't see her through the tears that gathered in her eyes. Everything is blurry. Her baby is suffocating in her arms and she's frozen, she doesn't know what to do, she–

"¡Dios mío!" her mamá chokes out, and her voice is raspy, weak. "Mirabel..."

There's silence.

No coughs, no wheezing, no pats on the back. Nothing.

Julieta looks down. Mirabel doesn't make any sound. Her chest doesn't rise nor fall. Her arms, kept on her stomach just a moment before, now fall down by her sides limply.

"No," she says, and her breathing picks up, her ears ringing. "Mirabel. Mi vida. Wake up. Wake up for mamá. Mi amor..."

But she doesn't.

Julieta shakes her small body and rubs her chest, pleading her to wake up, calling her all cute names, touching her small hands, waiting–

But Mirabel doesn't move. Her lips are purple, her body is limp, and when Julieta runs her hand over her small chest, she can't feel her baby's heartbeat.

"No!" she sobs and brings the unmoving body to her arms, hugging her close, rocking them both. "Mi bebé! Mi bebé, mi bebé, mi bebé..."

The heavy rain suddenly falls all over them, Pepa is sobbing as well and Agustín holds them both, crying into her hair.

And Julieta... She's sitting there with her dead baby in her arms, shaking and wailing.

Just like in Bruno's vision.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #encanto fanfic #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta and mirabel #alma and julieta #julieta and bruno #julieta x agustin #angst #character death #cw child death #dead mirabel madrigal #my fanfic #dead baby mirabel au

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

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You Can't Love Someone Back to Life

Sneak Peek!

Thank you to @wikluk for the ideas and encouragement!

Agustín had a horrible feeling. He was trying to shake it off and push it down, but the more frantic his wife got, the more the feeling grew. A pit was settling in his stomach.

If there was something that everyone could agree on, it was that Agustín's gut was always right. In this case, he desperately hoped he was wrong. That his Miraboo would turn up out of nowhere, with her big, gap-toothed smile and her cuddly hugs.

But the further Julieta got from him, the larger the pit became, the colder his blood ran. He, Félix, Dolores, and Mariano tried to keep up with her; they all knew she wasn't in the right frame of mind to be alone right now. But she was moving unusually fast and the trees were obscuring too much of their view. The sun was beginning to set.

"Julieta! Slow down!"

Julieta came to a sudden stop. She crouched down to pick up a shiny object from the forest floor. She cradled it as if it were the most precious thing she'd ever held. There was something familiar about it… The way it caught the light… Then he saw it. A flash of green. His blood ran colder.

Julieta let out a strangled cry, and took off into a run.

"MIRABEL!!"

"Julieta, slow down!"

"MIRABEL!!"

Agustín broke out into a sprint and ran after her. He lost sight of her after she sprinted over the hill.

Agustín hadn't yet crested up the hill when he heard it. A scream. No, not a scream, a wail. The harrowing kind of wail that chills you to the bone. The kind of wail that feels as if you can hear it from miles away. The kind of wail that haunts your dreams and gives you nightmares. The kind of wail you never forget.

The birds fled from the trees. All the animals skittered away. The forest was deathly silent; save for Julieta's wails. Agustín could hear Félix's breath hitch from behind him. He could hear Dolores whimper. She was most likely covering her ears, trying to block out the sound.

Agustín knew. He knew. Just this once, he wished he was wrong. But he knew. His gut told him that this wouldn't have a happy ending. But he hoped against hope that he was wrong. He wasn't.

His blood turned to ice.

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jopatrx · 2 years

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Make my family proud...

It's suppose to be Mother's day... angst can't wait.

#encanto #encanto fanart #mirabel madrigal #madrigal sisters #julieta x agustin #mirabel encanto #mirabel madrigal fanart #encanto au #major character death #am i too late for a miracle #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto angst #angst #dead mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #mirabel madrigal angst

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chesscat810 · 1 year

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feliz día de los muertos 💀

I used these for day of the dead countdown on Instagram and Twitter. yeah. completely forgot to post them here and on Amino.

#dia de los muertos #day of the dead #encanto #mirabel madrigal #alebrijes #big hero 6 #hiro hamada #disney frozen #frozen anna #nightmare before christmas #jack skellington #papel picado #pixar coco #miguel rivera

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evostar · 1 month

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MORE TROLLS AU!!! I LOVE TROLLS SMM!! So yeah guess what’s happeninnggggg!!😃

#encanto #dolores madrigal #encanto fanart #my art #Encanto trolls au #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #someone help them #ask me anything #dead trio #badass trio #and sad trio

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tresmadrigalsibs · 2 years

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La Llorna Mirabel AU where a five year old Mirabel drowns in a river after being allowed to wander off.

When a lone Mirabel fell into the river, everyone was too busy to notice.

Julieta was in town square, passing out her daily remedies, while Agustin assisted her.

Pepa was using her grief over the fact that her hermanito had left to water the farmer’s fields.

Bruno was in the walls, wishing there was more that he could do to help his sobrina.

Luisa was collecting those stupid donkeys that were always getting out.

Isabela was passing out bouquets with Abuela’s supervision. She was splitting her task between watching Isa and keeping an eye on Camilo who was entertaining the other children.

Felix was at home with poor Dolores who was dealing with a sensory overload after overhearing one of the villagers giving birth while on her walk. They were in her room so she couldn’t hear anything anymore.

Mirabel was supposed to stay inside. But after begging Casita for a bit to let her out to play, Casita had relented. The five year old’s ceremony had only been a month ago but a lot had already changed in her life.

It seemed nobody had time for her, since Alma had started cracking down to prove that the miracle was still strong. The only time she could have was in the morning, while she’d found herself spending her afternoons mostly alone.

Casita had meant well when they let Mirabel out to play, in hopes of the fresh air and open space helping the girl perk up.

There was noway anyone could have noticed Mirabel. She had tried to follow a butterfly that landed on a leaf floating in the river. She had taken her little shoes off and waded in, when she’d lost her balance to the current. She’d hit her head on a rock, knocking the poor girl out before being swept by the water.

It wasn’t until the evening that anyone realized that Mirabel was not in Casita, when her parents had begun preparing dinner and Her father had gone up to bring her down to eat only to find the nursery void of the youngest Madrigal.

After checking every room, gradually the panic set in. Abuela tried to keep everyone calm but this was shattered when one of the villagers came to the door.

His brother had found Mirabel’s body, when going over the bridge in town.

The Encanto suffered a hurricane that same evening.

#bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto au #mirabel madrigal #encanto isabela #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto julieta #felix madrigal #encanto luisa #alma madrigal #agustin encanto #la llorona #dead Mirabel au #more to be added

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foreveranevilregal · 6 months

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Encantober Day 18: Sleep

It was the night of Antonio’s gift ceremony. Tensions were running high in the Madrigal household. All day, Pepa had endured snide little asides from various townspeople about how they hoped this gift ceremony wasn’t as bad as the last one. As if reminding her of her fear would help anything! Somehow, she resisted the urge to throttle that oblivious Osvaldo and instead focused on picking out fireworks for the celebration; something bright for her little boy so filled with brightness.

She had been running around all day, finishing up last minute things. It took longer than she thought since she hadn’t slept well the night before. Too many worries about what could go wrong today swarmed in her head to allow her to rest. To keep up her flagging energy, she snuck off to the kitchen for a cup of coffee after breakfast…and lunch. The cup she’d had with breakfast just wasn’t enough to stave off her exhaustion. Sure, her hands were trembling, but at least there was no way she’d fall asleep with how hard her heart was pounding.

Everyone was feeling the tension. All the Madrigals were doing their part to make sure tonight would go smoothly, but there was an undercurrent of unease running through the house. Stupid little things just kept going wrong. Isabela’s beautiful flowers wilted as soon as she hung them up. Luisa dropped the piano- the resulting discordant thud thrummed through the courtyard. Even Julieta had burned the arepas; something that hadn’t happened since they were children. Pepa guessed it was because they were feeling stressed too, but she couldn’t afford for anything else to go wrong.

Eventually, all the issues got resolved. A quick mist with some water perked the flowers right up. Julieta made more arepas, perfectly cooked this time. And the piano was fine where it was. They could just dance around it. The crises were fixed. Nothing else would go wrong tonight.

Her heart did a little pitter-patter when she saw Antonio enter the room. His cream suit fitted him perfectly despite his recent growth spurt, making him look very handsome and grown up. Ay, she couldn’t believe her last baby was growing up! It felt like only yesterday when she held him in her arms, rocking him to sleep. Now, he was preparing to receive his own Madrigal gift that would shape his life and allow him to contribute to the community.

She noticed with a wistful smile that he had some crumbs crusting around the corners of his lips. Licking her thumb, she used it to wipe off the crumbs. Maybe her little boy was still little after all.

The anxiety that she’d mostly managed to keep to a low hum crescendoed as the time for the ceremony finally arrived. Feeling overwhelmed, she watched with detached determination as he climbed up the stairs, his eyes darting nervously around the crowd. Her lips pressed together worriedly as he finally reached the top of the staircase. Would everything turn out well? Would he get his Madrigal gift, like the rest of his family members, save one? Or would he also be skipped over like Mirabel? Was it possible their family just wasn’t going to get gifts anymore? Had their blessings finally come to an end?

The questions bounced around her head frantically as he took the candle from his abuela. Her stomach twisted into knots, observing, horrorstricken, as the candle slid down through the grip of his sweaty palms, and Pepa knew. This was it. No more Madrigal gifts. For some reason, the tradition was over, and she didn’t even dare to look over at her mamá. Pepa already knew how disappointed she would be when Antonio tried opening his door and nothing happened. And then Antonio would look to her for guidance and comfort when she had none to give him. What could she possibly say to make it better?

The sheer terror she felt ripped her out of the dream. Her eyes bolted open and she gasped for breath. It was the middle of the night. Everything was pitch black and quiet. Félix slumbered soundly next to her.

He turned to his side, facing her, and reached out an arm towards her.

Impulsively, she grabbed his hand for comfort. It was big and warm, and she traced the lines in his palm to try and soothe herself.

Félix frowned in his sleep. “You awake, Pepi?” He murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Yeah,” she whispered, surprised she could say anything at all with how tight her throat felt.

“Did you have another nightmare?”

Another nightmare? No. Just the same nightmare she’d been having all week. Antonio’s ceremony was coming up in a few days, and the worries plaguing her had rolled in from the horizon like a terrible storm. “It’s nothing,” she deflected.

Félix fumbled around in the darkness, wrapping Pepa in a clumsy hug. “Go back to sleep,” he encouraged.

Wind whipped her hair against her face. She couldn’t blame him for not waking up. He’d been working so hard lately, and he slept like the dead to recover. Unlike him, she was a light sleeper, and bad dreams tended to wake her up. It had been like this since she was a kid. Pepa had accepted that she just wasn’t destined to get a good night’s sleep. But she hadn’t had the same recurring nightmare so many times in a row since before her wedding. The first time she’d had this nightmare, Félix had listened to her sweetly, but couldn’t understand why she was so worried.

“So what if Antonio doesn’t end up getting a gift?” he had asked. “Will we love him less? Hell no! And if we don’t see him any differently, why would it matter if anyone else does?”

Because mamá’s opinion haunted her like a specter her entire life, Pepa had thought to herself. She knew Félix wouldn’t understand. His parents, and her mamá, all adored him. Pepa’s relationship with her mamá was more…complicated. No matter how much she tried, Pepa never felt good enough for her. The best thing she had done in her mother’s eyes was marry Félix. It felt like that decision finally gained her approval. Of course, Pepa agreed with this assessment, but it also served as a painful reminder that her mother’s approval wasn’t so freely given. Félix didn’t understand what it felt like to jump through hoops to gain his parents’ favor, so he never understood why her mamá’s opinion mattered so much to her. He took for granted what he got so easily.

Sighing in frustration, she got out of bed. Having experienced many a sleepless night, she knew lying in bed and trying to fall back asleep would be pointless. She was far too anxious to try to sleep. Her body was flooded with energy, like a windup toy that someone had decided to wind way too many times. Sleep simply wasn’t possible with the thoughts screaming for her attention and the relentless pounding of her heart.

She slipped out of the room, closing the door behind herself quietly so as not to wake Félix. Moonlight bathed the hallway in a silvery glow, giving it an ethereal feel. For a moment, Pepa felt like she was wandering through her dreams. But the hallway was deserted, so silent that it threatened to swallow Pepa whole. She traipsed aimlessly up and down the hall, touching the doors of each of her children’s rooms lovingly, making sure to be extra quiet at Dolores’ room. Idly, she wondered if Dolores could hear the incessant beating of her heart, then shook the ridiculous thought away.

She did a few laps around the upper floor of casita, trying to burn off the nervous energy before she could work up the nerve to see Antonio. Her feet felt like lead as she trudged around, absolutely exhausted, but too keyed up to sleep.

Eventually, she dragged herself to the nursery. Its door was cracked open, allowing Pepa to peer inside. Antonio wasn’t in his bed like she expected him to be. Instead, he was curled up next to Mirabel, his wild curls barely peeking out over the blanket. The sight warmed Pepa’s heart. Those two loved each other so much, it was almost as if Mirabel was another big sister to Antonio.

Pepa smiled wanly. She was struggling to form coherent thoughts. The desperate need for sleep clouded over her mind. All she knew was, she found it comforting that Antonio had Mirabel. Even if he didn’t end up getting a gift, he wouldn’t be alone in his situation. He’d have a wonderful role model to help him through it.

And, Pepa thought with a yawn, she was so tired of caring about what her mamá would think. She was a grown woman with a husband and children, for crying out loud. If her mamá dared say anything bad about her kids, well…that wedding day hurricane would look like a light drizzle.

Satisfied with this thought, she went back to her bedroom. The abject terror she had been feeling had left her body. All she felt now was a deep tiredness that pulled her down into the mattress. She loved her family. Nothing else mattered. The thought finally lulled her to sleep.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encantober #encantober 2023 #sleep #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #remixing an idea i've written before #you'll pry sleepless anxious pepa out of my cold dead hands #and she adores mira #thanks for coming to my ted talk

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theladwhoisweird · 7 months

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I'm different.

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cannibalthoughts · 2 years

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She pressed a kiss to each of their foreheads every time she set them down to sleep, and wished she were as haunted as she felt, so they could meet his ghost.

Alma struggles to preserve the memory of Pedro’s love, in a family where nobody else knows him.

For Encantober day 16: kiss

#encanto #encantober #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #my fic #apologies to pedro I keep writing fics about him being dead

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Pariah AU | The Return P2

The whole family was a buzz of nervous energy as they settled into the dining room, Bruno gone for a vision which seemed prudent in both his and Abuela’s eyes. Mirabel could feel the same nervous flutter in her gut and it was more than just the sight of a new door.

Her mother’s door lit up.

Even if it was somehow connected to the new door, it still lit up.

Julieta’s door had died out a little over two years ago. She died. There was no way that she could still be alive… she wouldn’t have survived 2 years in the forest… certainly not if she had been pregnant. A fact Mirabel knew she hadn’t tried to process. And, even if by some miracle she had survived, the child would barely be over 1. Too young for a door. It didn’t make sense.

Bruno’s vision had been clear enough. Julieta drowned. Luisa found her apron. All the evidence they needed that they had truly lost her.

So what changed?

“Has anything happened in the last few hours or days that you can think of that could have triggered this?” Abuela was asking, “Dolores, a…. pregnancy by any chance?” There was an almost hopeful edge to it.

Dolores shook her head, her hand gripping Marino’s hand tightly. “Nothing. No one in the family is carrying, at least, not at a point where I can pick up a heart-beat.”

“Anyone adopt someone secretly?”

Mirabel knew that was the next possible option; while it wasn’t known if adopted children would get a gift, it was a possibility. A Madrigal was still a Madrigal; it didn’t matter where they originated from first.

“No, I mean, Bruno was thinking about it but he sure as hell wouldn’t have done it without talking to you, Abuela.”

“Bruno wants to adopt?” Abuela looked genuinely, and somewhat pleasantly surprised by the news. “That’s nice.”

“What could have triggered Julieta’s door? We know she’s….gone.” Agustín spoke, voice trending slowly over his wife’s fate but as much as her loss hurt, it was a fact he was living with. He had to use that door every day.

“I wish I knew.” Abuela spoke. “Maybe Bruno will give us more answers; somewhere to look maybe, a person or perhaps a place?”

“Odd place for a new door to form.” Felix remarked, mostly to himself though eyes turned to him regardless before he noticed, “Most cases, it’s either side of the courtyard. The Nursery is vacant now but there’s plenty of space of a door next to that, so why would Casita grow and adapt a door right next to Julieta’s? Abuela’s….Pepa, even Bruno’s door is still on that side of Casita. That’s a lot of doors on one side when there’s still plenty of space along the sides.”

“Perhaps it’s…connected to why Julieta’s door glowed?” Mariano suggested. “Just because we don’t understand now, there had to be a reason. It could take days more to understand it.”

It felt like fate that the attention shifted to see Tio Bruno return; pale faced but with a stack of emerald tablets in his hands though he looked both concerned and confused which did little to settle her anxieties.

“Bruno? Everything okay?”

Bruno nodded, if a little uncertain. “Yeah… just a little out of it.”

“Take a seat.” Abuela instructed softly. He complied and sunk into one of the chairs before he placed the stack down in front but didn’t let go for them to spread and take a look at each one.

“What did you see?”

Bruno’s face remained frowned before he began to look through the tablets before he pushed one to the table centre.

“The door belongs to a girl, just a bit younger than Mirabel.”

On the green tablet, there was the view of a girl from the profile reaching for the door handle. She was fairly short, her curly hair that was pinned back into a low bun but she was wearing tinted glasses so her eyes were obstructed from view. There was distinct…familiarity of her; Abuela didn’t know if it was the hair style but the girl looked creepily like Julieta but the girl looked displeased at the prospect of claiming the door.

“A teenager?” Felix was the first to move, “another Madrigal?”

“Unlikely,” Abuela denied, “We would have noticed if Pepa or Julieta got pregnant…and it’s unlikely there was infidelity given the magic isn’t passed down through in-laws way.” So she did doubt Agustín would cheat on Julieta. “The only explanation is…Bruno? Is there a slim chance you have a child or left someone pregnant?”

Bruno shrunk at the implication and shook his head. “As much as I’d like to say yes to make this make any sense, no.”

Abuela sighed, tiling the tablet; watching the image shift to the girl’s grasp on the handle; the glow that lit across the nob that indicated it was truly hers.

Abuela handed it to her right for Agustín to get a clearer look; see what he thought before Bruno handed her another tablet.

This time, it was of the same girl.

A tent set up in the woods, the girl was in front of a fire but in her hand she had a few blades, a holster of them strapped onto her, and a delicately crafted knife thrown and looked to be mid-way at a makeshift target where other blades were rested, heading towards a bull’s eye. The girl’s arms were exposed; showing she had more muscle than average for a girl her age. IN the background of the girl, aside form the tent and fire was….Mirabel.

Only this Mirabel had much longer hair, her clothes seemed to be different; no sewing or embroidery that Mirabel typically wore. Her hair was pinned back into a bun too, much like how Julieta wore it.

“Do you know her, Mirabel?”

Abuela turned the tablet to her youngest nieta who frowned at the question before she took the vision.

“No…. and I don’t think that’s me.” Mirabel denied.

“Of course it is, she looks like you...” Isabela pointed out over her shoulder.

“I know how it looks but… my hair is too short to be up like that and those clothes… I don’t own anything of that style.” Mirabel deflected. “If it is me, it’s not me of now or any time soon.”

“My visions aren’t always clear on dates.” Bruno pointed out, “There’s a chance this won’t happen for a good few years.”

“Well… I hate to break it to you but this Mirabel…she looks younger than 17 or older, even if it is a few years aged.” Camilo pointed out, but he shifted form, resembling Mirabel but there was a soft subtleties to how he looked as 15 year old Mirabel against the real life 17 year old one next to him. “Things aren’t making sense…but I know how old people are by their appearance. Both of those girls are the same age.”

“That’s…not the only thing that’s not going to make sense.” Bruno piped up and turned the last one to them.

This was of the camp sight but it was all wrecked, Mirabel held a sleek gun in her hands, aimed up to the mass of a large man wielding a similar weapon but from the…mess coming from the back of his head it looked like her aim was true but there was blood on her clothes. But the shadowed figure behind her suggested she was about to be tacked into the river’s edge

The other girl’s blades were also embedded into the back of a skull, another man but much slimmer but he was on top of another girl, bleeding from the head, who Abuela realised was Isabela, his hands around her neck but it was easy to see he’d be dead first. The Isabela’s arms were…covered in come protective armour.

“Dios mios!” Her hand came to her mouth in horror. “We should find them.” She’d keep Mirabel Isabela home… she couldn’t have them getting hurt. The other girl’s identify aside, they had to try right? Even if it didn’t make sense, she couldn’t have Mirabel or Isabela hurt. She already lost Julieta.

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Rana exhaled deeply as she twirled the blade along her fingers, flexing her fingers on the handle before a quick flick and a…

Thump

And the spear-head of the blade buried into the soft trunk of the tree; the bullseye of the makeshift target she had drawn. Of all her weapons, throwing knives were her favourite. Not good for just throwing thrills but it allowed for a ranged weapon or a melee weapon in the event it was necessary.

Day one here was so boring, so she had to find her entertainment elsewhere beyond sparing with Wanderer and taking a swim in the river. Their end-point out hadn’t been to where they had found her mother all that time ago and Rana wasn’t sure if that was for better or worse but apparently they were just a little out of Encanto’s range to not be picked up by Dolores’s hearing—thank god—before they set down their tent for the next foreseeable future.

A part of her itched to throw her blade at an animal but they didn’t need to hunt for food yet…a dead animal would also attract predators which was another reason why she knew hunting animals for simply sport was unwise. So mutilating trees at variable degrees was her only form of entertainment until she got board of that and resorted to….reading and drawing.

“How long are you gonna do that?” Wanderer asked, prodding their fire with a stick, happily roasting a marshmallow on a stick in the other hand as their dinner heated up in a pan above.

Rana rolled her eyes, heading to the tree and began to collect them up again, slipping them back into her holsters but left one to twiddle between her fingers. “This world is boring. What do people do here?”

“Have lives.”

“Sounds awful.”

Wanderer smiled softly. “You’re far too used to technology and a systematic life of predictable expectation.”

“Civilian life lacks purpose.”

“Your mother spent 45 years as a working civilian.”

“Look where that got her now.” Rana bit back grumpily, earning herself a look of displeasure from the elder-teen. “I like purpose.”

Wanderer shook her head. “You’re gonna suffer from the biggest culture shock, I bet.” Her tone was dry before she pouted as the marshmallow caught fire.

Rana shook her head. “I was raised in a military like environment, trained very young to fight. My gift is designed to help in defence and offence…. I am a fighter and Mami said I popped out that jar wiggling like my little life depended in it! I need something more than to get soft in a world that doesn’t prioritise the risks or have fundamental lessons of how to defend themselves with or without gifts.”

Wanderer dropped her ruined marshmallow into the fire and said nothing which was unusual but Rana shook her head than focus onto that right now.

They has far too much time now. A topic for later.

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wikluk · 2 years

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Oh god. Imagine if she’d died in Bruno’s room looking for the vision! How sad

I saw at least 2 fics with that trope. In one the family realised she's dead after a few days (a big no-no) when Dolores heard the decaying process. In the other, it was actually Dolores, Mirabel and Bruno and the house started falling... And Mirabel died somewhere along the way, Dolores and Bruno weren't quick enough to help her.

That's a depressing way to die, indeed. Also, Luisa's guilt since she was the one to tell Mirabel to check Bruno's tower... Mmm angst.

#encanto #dead mirabel madrigal

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

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Hurt

So, I came across Christina Aguilera's song Hurt, and it made me feel... things.

Isabela will regret every harsh word, every shove, every flick of her hair. Every weaponized word used against her little sister will fill her with a deep seated sense of regret. Because Mirabel is gone now. And one hug won't erase the pain she caused. Isabela will never get another chance. Her little sister's flame was extinguished, like the candle that went with her.

Numb.

Was all Isabela felt.

The kind of numbness that starts at the tips of your toes and slowly creeps up the rest of your body, until it consumes you whole.

It felt as if Isabela had been numb for years.

Numb to everything.

Her gift.

Her abuela's impossible expectations.

Her community's exploitation of her abilities.

The constant cycle of perfection.

"Oh, look! It's Isabela! Isn't she just perfect?"

"That Mariano is a lucky man, to be able to marry someone with such perfection."

"Oh, Isabela! Thank you! Another perfect flower arrangement!"

"Oh, how I wish I could be her! Someone with such effortless perfection surely never has to want for anything!!"

Perfect.

PERFECT.

She was numb to it.

All of it.

She'd become numb to the feelings of others, too.

But no one bore the brunt of her wrath more than her youngest hermana, Mirabel.

Mirabel. Poor, sweet Mirabel.

Mirabel, who sang with pride, sweet, loving melodies about her gifted familia. Mirabel, who could pick up any and every instrument, and play it with ease. Mirabel, who had begun to outdo even Agustín, with her stitching and embroidery. Mirabel, who was effortlessly, and unapologetically herself.

Mirabel, who greeted each day with a smile, despite the cards she'd been dealt.

Giftless Mirabel, who hid her pain behind her smile, who silently begged for scraps of affection from her abuela, only to be left with nothing but harsh words and cold glares. She was almost always rebutted by Isabela.

Isabela hated to admit it, but she'd begun to take great pride in verbally eviscerating her sister. It made her feel a little more normal, a little less perfect.

But not any less numb.

Truth be told, Isabela was jealous of her youngest sister. She was free. Free to do whatever she wanted, wear whatever she wanted, go wherever she wanted. She could be a normal kid. What purpose did she have, other than to stay out of the way?

"The only thing you have to do is stay out of the way, and you can't even do that!? No wonder you didn't get a gift!"

"If you weren't always trying so hard, you wouldn't be in the way."

She'd used her youngest hermanita as a verbal punching bag. She'd become so numb to everyone else's pain, she failed to recognize that Mirabel was suffering too.

And Mirabel was suffering. Perhaps more so than everyone else.

Because in one last desperate attempt to prove herself, Mirabel ran into their crumbling house for a damn candle.

A candle.

Mirabel had placed a candle above her own life.

And she didn't come out.

Isabela had spent years resenting her sister. Jealousy slowly suffocated their relationship, tightening like vines on a tree, sucking the life out of her, turning her soul black.

And what for?

Mirabel restored color to her life.

But one hug wouldn't erase ten years worth of lost time.

One hug wouldn't erase venomous words, cold glares, or years of blame over things that Isabela just couldn't do.

It had taken ten years for Isabela to hug her sister again.

Ten minutes later, she was gone.

"Isa, Isa!! Give me one last hug before I walk to my door!"

She'd never get another one.

She'd never get another chance.

She was too late.

Always too late.

And she'd never forgive herself either.

I'm sorry for blaming you, for everything I just couldn't do.

And I've hurt myself, by hurting you.

#encanto #encanto fandom #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback #tw major character death #inspired by a song #angst #tragedy #im so sorry mirabel #dead mirabel madrigal #i might continue this #sister sister relationship #strained relationships #guilty Isabela madrigal

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justanisabelakinnie · 1 year

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Headcanon: Mirabel has no family on her dad's side, aside from her dad.

1/10

#you’re telling me all of agustin’s family is DEAD? 💀#where’s his mama? his papa? his aunts and uncles #his nieces and nephews that aren’t dolores camilo and antonio #i would love for the girls to have a paternal family as well as a maternal family #but maybe that’s just me #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto #not isabela madrigal #encanto headcanons #send me your encanto headcanons and i will rate them on a scale of one to ten #alldramaisvalidstorytales

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euphoriaofmidnight · 2 years

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN

After months of hiatus, I finally came back. I'm sorry about that guys, but here I am… going back to writing and posting fanfics. A lot has happened to me in these past months. One of the reasons I got inactive here on Tumblr is that I am busy with my school work but it was all worth it because the hard work paid off. I became an honor student. And then I submitted a manuscript to a publishing company and I'm so thankful that they accepted it. I'm going to be a published author! It all still feels like a dream to me. I really couldn't believe they accepted that like there are so many great writers that write better than me and they chose ME?! . I’ll update you guys in the future when I got the book!

And now, I am so excited to announce that I will write for these particular fandoms: Encanto, Harry Potter, Maze Runner, and Little Women. I have many movies and tv series on my to-be-watch list and I'm hoping, at some time in the future, I will write for those.

I'm really thankful for those pips who kept reading my fanfics here. I never really thought people would like it. I mean, I didn't expect it. I was just like "yeah, I'm going to post whatever makes me happy". YOU GUYS ARE INCREDIBLE!!

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tresmadrigalsibs · 2 years

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La Llorna AU part two

(Someone sent in an ask asking more about this AU but I accidentally deleted it. So I’m just going to hope that person sees this)

After Mirabel’s death, things in the Encanto were not the same. The cracks in Casita started for form sooner, not just because of the grief of the family but as well as Casita’s own guilt.

They blamed themselves for letting Mirabel out that day but also began to blame Alma as well. Casita stopped listening when Alma wanted them to do something, after all if Alma had just continued to treat Mirabel the same after her ceremony, than maybe she wouldn’t have died so young.

Julieta stopped bringing Arepas into town, too hurt by the loss of her youngest daughter. She felt like a horrible mother, because she thought back to the same day. She’d wanted to bring Mirabel to town after her girl had asked if she could help her with her work but had given in when Alma insisted that she would be too much of a distraction and to have Agustin help her instead.

Pepa became more protective of her children. She’d already lost her brother, but to lose her niece and actually know what happened to her was terrifying. Camilo kept asking where Mirabel had gone and she just wasn’t strong enough except to say that his cousin had gone to be with her grandfather and to not ask any more questions simply because she was worried she’d cause a flood

Dolores was devastated. If she hadn’t been in her room, she could have overheard Mirabel and stopped her from leaving casita. She could have told her father too, he could have done something!

Isabela and Luisa were a wreck. They’d promised to play with Mira when they got back from their chores! Why couldn’t she have waited!

It’s mutually agreed among the oldest grand children that they will never let Camilo out of their sight again. They don’t want him to end up like Mirabel, their parents agree although apply the same rules to them as well.

As time passes, things change. Bruno returned to the house to help out. But over time some strange things start happening

Every now and than someone will hear a little girl singing by the river, at random times of the day. Children started to be lured to the river and adults were going missing only to be found dead in the water.

Something dangerous had come to the Encanto and the children swore it looked just like Mirabel Madrigal

#bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto au #encanto bruno #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #encanto isabela #pepa madrigal #encanto camilo #encanto pepa #dolores madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto luisa #encanto julieta #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #dead mirabel au #la llorona

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