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foggyfanfic · 7 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Story Summary: Ever since her gift ceremony, Mirabel hasn't been allowed to do anything by herself. Which is fine, she's fine, she gets it. Mirabel is the miracles back up plan if anything goes wrong, she understands completely why her Abuela is so protective of her. And she's honored, really, to have been chosen for something so important. However. When she overhears her Tio Bruno and his wife talking about secret cracks, and discovers a hidden passage in the walls, Mirabel jumps at the chance to do something without her cousins being roped in to help her. (Can be read as a stand alone, or as a sequel to Love and Fury).

Or: Jared Bush said that things would have been very different if Bruno had had a solid relationship when he had Mirabel's vision. So this is how the movie might have gone if he had a wife and kids.

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Prologue: Mirabel's not Having a Good Brithday

Julieta paced back and forth at the base of Bruno’s tower. There was no way she had the energy to climb all those stairs after the night she’d had, but she was also too antsy to wait in the airy tent Bruno usually held story time in.

She didn’t understand what happened last night. How could Mirabel not get a gift? Even Bruno’s son had gotten a gift and all of Bruno’s kids were adopted.

Not that that made them any less a part of the family, of course, but it did make Mirabel’s lack of gift all the more confusing. There was a horrible part of Julieta that wondered if little Gabriel had somehow stolen the magic meant for her daughter. Unintentionally, of course, she knew her sweet little nephew would never do such a thing on purpose, but…

She sighed, for neither the first nor last time that day.

Even if Gabriel had gotten the magic meant for Mirabel, that still wouldn’t explain why, or how this happened. And he was just as much a part of the family as any of the other kids, he had just as much right to the miracle as the rest of them.

But why didn’t her daughter get a gift?

Faintly, she heard a large door creak open, the groan of heavy wood parting with the stone doorway echoing off the canyon walls.

Julieta looked up at the rope and wood bridge, waiting.

Her Má had of course wanted a vision from Bruno as soon as the party was over. Thankfully, Bruno’s wife, Leandra, had been able to divert Alma’s attention to reassuring the villagers, while Pepa and Félix comforted the other kids. So Bruno had spent the night with Julieta and Agustín, comforting Mirabel or helping to distract the other children as needed.

There was no putting their Má off forever though, and as soon as Bruno had run out of excuses (and Leandra out of distractions) he was ushered up to his tower.

Where he was taking his damn sweet time.

Julieta huffed and shifted her weight from one foot to another, continuing to watch the bridge. Eventually, they walked across it, Leandra holding the vision and Bruno flinging his hands about in his usual way as he spoke.

His words didn’t carry down to Julieta, but the tension in his voice did.

Leandra rushed down the stairs, quickly pulling ahead of Bruno. She gave Julieta a tight smile, but passed her by with the vision in hand.

“Bruno will explain everything,” Leandra said, in a single breath as she all but jogged by. Julieta didn’t get the chance to even open her mouth to protest.

She sighed again and turned back to Bruno.

Who was still taking his damn sweet time.

“Ay, Bruno por favor,” she shouted up at him, “hurry up, my nerves are frayed as it is.”

“Right, right, right,” she heard him say, although not loud enough that she thought he might be saying it to her. It didn’t matter though because he did pick up the pace, soon she could hear his sandals slapping against the stone steps. When he finally got to her he stared at her, wringing his hands.

Julieta looked at him expectantly.

“It’s not Mirabel’s fault,” Bruno blurted.

“Of course not,” Julieta agreed immediately, “what isn’t Mirabel’s fault? Her not getting a gift, or-?”

“Or,” Bruno answered, with a nervous little chuckle.

“Bruno,” she groaned, about to mention again how nervous she already was.

“Right, yes, right, sorry,” Bruno held up his hands, a silent plea for patience she didn’t have, “somethings happening to the miracle, it’s not Mirabel’s fault, but she is at the center of it. I think.”

“Y-you think? What’s happening to the miracle? Why-?”

“I don’t know,” Bruno shook his head, wringing his fingers, “this vision, it was, it was different Juli. There was no one answer, no clear path. Literally all I know for sure is that something is happening to the miracle and Mirabel is probably at the center of it.”

Julieta absorbed this very vague and ominous statement then faintly asked, “Where is Leandra going?”

Bruno flinched, “To uh, to lie to Má about it.”

“What?!”

“Juli, it’s me we’re talking about, people always expect the worst from my visions, a-and if they see the one I just had… we need a plan,” Bruno sighed, at first looking tired, then he stood up straight, an increasingly rare occurrence, “we need to make sure people don’t blame Mirabel for whatever is about to happen.”

Julieta opened her mouth, then closed it, and nodded, “Fine, alright. So, what’s the official story?”

—

“-Bruno wasn’t able to see what exactly is going to happen to the miracle, but he did see this,” Leandra held the vision up to Alma, so that it showed the house in its broken state.

Alma gasped and put a hand to her mouth.

“Wait, watch,” Leandra breathed, then shifted the tablet just a little so the house seemed to repair itself, “whatever’s coming, the miracle is ready to fix itself.”

Alma breathed out a long sigh of relief, “And what is Mirabel’s part in all this?”

Leandra swallowed her guilt, looked Alma in the eye, and said, “She is a backup reservoir for the magic. See, the miracle will need her there in order to fix itself. The miracle didn’t skip her, instead of giving her a gift it stored some of itself in her.”

It wasn’t technically a lie, she tried to reassure herself, in fact it might even be true. It was Bruno’s top theory of what the vision meant. So technically she wasn’t lying to her mother in law, she was just… potentially wrong.

Alma slowly took the tablet from her hands, shifting it back and forth. Leandra watched her, reminding herself over and over that this was for Mirabel. Being married to Bruno had taught Leandra exactly how damning a bad reputation could be, how hard it was to escape such things. It didn’t matter how hard she campaigned for him, what changes he made, or how many children showed up to his weekly story time. He would always be Bad Luck Bruno to half the village.

They couldn’t let the same thing happen to Mirabel.

All the same, she hated (potentially) lying to her mother in law. Leandra looked up to Alma, she admired her, and she felt a great deal of sympathy for everything Alma had faced. And that wasn’t even touching on how grateful Leandra was.

Alma was always one of the most ardent protectors of Leandra’s children, nobody was allowed to so much as imply that Leandra and Bruno’s kids weren’t real Madrigals, not if there was anything Alma could say about it. It was already so hard to reassure Gabriel that he was welcome in the family, if they hadn’t had Alma’s staunch support, Leandra wasn’t sure they would have gotten this far.

And now Leandra was lying to Alma. Through her teeth.

Maybe.

“Of course it's Mirabel,” Alma suddenly chuckled, “that sweet girl could hold the whole world in her heart.”

“She really could,” Leandra agreed, wholeheartedly.

Bruno’s second most likely theory was that Mirabel was going to do something to fix whatever was happening, and Leandra had come up with plenty of half truths that would have convinced Alma of that fact despite how damning the vision looked. And she would have used those half truths, if not for Luisa, Julieta, and Bruno himself.

It was something her, Félix, and Agustín often grumbled about, how much pressure their spouses and children faced from the village. And from Alma.

It was too late to save the others, but not Mirabel.

So, she and Bruno had decided to cast Mirabel in a passive role. It was true she could turn out to be the hero of this piece, but she shouldn’t have to be forced into it. She shouldn’t have to spend her whole life on her toes, devoting her entire existence to one day doing what the village expected.

Mirabel deserved the chance to just… be a kid.

Alma sobered, “So the miracle is in danger?”

“Sí, but we don’t know from what,” Leandra sighed and shook her head, “just that as long as Mirabel is safe, there’s hope of the miracle healing itself.”

Alma nodded, “Good. Now come, sit with me. We need to figure out what we’ll tell the village. The last thing we want is for them to panic.”

—

“Agustín, mi amor,” Tía Julieta greeted her husband with a kiss on the cheek, “how much do you trust me?”

“With my life,” Tío Agustín answered immediately, “why?”

“And what would you do to keep our daughter safe?”

“Anything, why? Juli, what’s happening?”

Tía Julietta sighed, “I can’t tell you everything.”

“What? Why not,” his frown was audible through his tone.

“Because you are terrible at keeping secrets, and that’s exactly what we need to do to keep Mirabel safe,” Tía said.

“Ah. I see. What sort of secret?”

“The official story for last night is that the miracle has stored a piece of itself away in Mirabel’s heart in case it is ever in danger,” there was a pause, “the official story.”

“Right. And I take it there is an unofficial story?”

“Sí, and the fewer people know, the better.”

Tío Agustín sighed very deeply, “Will I get to hear it someday?”

“Sí, we think about ten years from now,” Tía Julietta’s voice was muffled, hands scraped up and down over fabric. They were probably hugging.

“Ten years,” he breathed, then sighed again, “I can wait ten years. For our daughter.”

There was a pause, then Tía Julieta began to sniffle, “Ay, sorry, sorry, I’m just so-. I am so many things right now, one of them being in love with you and another being incredibly grateful my children have you as a father.”

Lips pressed against smooth skin and smacked very quietly, “No need to apologize mi amor, we’re both very tired. And I’m certainly not about to complain about you being in love with me.”

They devolved into gross, cuddly talk after that, so Dolores tuned them out in favor of listening to Tía Leandra help Alma come up with a lie to cover the Official Story, that was also, apparently, covering the Unofficial Story.

If it weren’t involving her family, she would say this was almost as good as one of Tío Bruno’s stories.

#mirabel madrigal #Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Encanto fanfic #Encanto AU #will include both a queer Isabela and a queer Bruno #so just in case anybody has that blacklisted #queer madrigals #I'm going to hurry up and queue the other chapters because I want to brag about the brilliant idea I came up with for Bruno and Isabela

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applesap-fics · 3 months

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Fapruary 1 - Wedding night

E, 1851 words, Mariano/Isabela. What if Isabela went through with the wedding?

There are an awful lot of things to do before the wedding and Mariano scarcely has the time to talk with Isabela about it, and even then Isabela doesn’t want to say much without her family to consult. His grandmother guffaws when he laments this with a sigh. “You’d rather run away with her and have her in private, wouldn’t you!”

It would give them time to admire each other without anyone present, yes. Isabela, even now, even promised to Mariano, still feels like something unreachable. A flower he can’t pluck. No– She’s more like an arrangement of a bouquet.

That is how she stays. Arranged. Even at the altar as he compares her to the most beautiful flower in the Encanto.

Even at the reception.

Mariano is sweaty and woozy from dancing and drinking. Isabela throws a light curtain of rose petals wherever she dances, her smile gleaming and inviting, but at some point even her endless supply of cheer runs out and she comes to sit with Mariano at one of the side tables.

She sighs, as weary as Mariano is from the long day they’ve had to navigate. She brushes invisible crumbs or wrinkles from her lap. Nothing catches on her pure white gloves. The content expression on his wife’s face is one of a job well done.

His wife. They’re done now. They’ve courted, proposed, prepared and now they’re wedded. That does feel very satisfying, he supposes. At least all the rituals and ceremonies are out of the way now.

He fumbles for words. What do you say to your wife when she’s so beautiful and perfect? He’s been afraid to say too much today in case he messed it up with her.

“Are you happy?” he ends up saying, dumbly, even though he does really want to know. “With today, I mean?”

She smiles. “Of course. It went really well.”

Mariano nods. “Yeah.” It went exactly the way Abuela and doña Alma wanted it to. Their families were so excited.

“And we’re almost done.”

That’s exactly it! The night is almost over and they can finally relax. With the wedding complete, there isn’t much needed on their part to keep the party going.

“Good thing you don’t have to wear the trail anymore,” he says. It’s hard to imagine Isabela tripping over anything, but at least he didn’t have to watch out for it while dancing with her. He’d been worried about that before Abuela laughed it off.

She hums as if he’s made an astute observation instead of a joke. It makes him both feel less and even more awkward. Actually, it makes him feel a little dumb, but that’s probably not how she meant it.

“It’s getting late, isn’t it?” Isabela says.

“I don’t think I can dance any more,” he agrees. Parties in the Encanto, especially the Madrigals’, can last for days. “Do you uh… wanna end the night?”

It’s exactly what she wants to do.

Isabela reaches for his hand. She’s soft, and the unexpected touch sends shivers up his arm. He always likes it when she touches him. Flirty, making him curious, sighing and yearning after her. They used to be fleeting, but now that they’re married she’s allowed to touch him as much as she wants.

Gently, they move through the crowd, saying pleasant goodbyes and thankyous and avoiding jokes about flower picking, as Isabela takes Mariano up to her room.

The party instantly quiets as the door closes behind them. So this is her room. Their room, technically, though it is dauntingly Isabela. On some level he knows his clothes have moved into her wardrobe — all pink and lavender now, even though he likes white and red more — but from floor to bottom it’s all flowers and gardens with not a lot of furniture. If the house can spare it, he hopes Casita has a writing desk for him.

Starstruck, he takes in the tower, and (“Woah!”) as they step further into the room, a bed is lowered by vines from the ceiling hidden by a flower curtain.

That’s now their bed, where he will wake up as her husband and she as his wife every single day for the rest of time.

“Oh,” he sighs when it dawns on him. They aren’t that kind of done.

“Mariano.” Isabela’s voice is soft, shaky. Her hands are clasped in front of her. For the first time he’s known her, it sounds as if she’s not sure what to say.

His hand slips up her arm above her glove where his palm rests on her warm, naked skin. “Isabela…”

“Do you want to have sex?”

Mariano’s groin stirs at the proposition. It’s not like he’s never fantasized about it before.

A strand of black silky hair, beautifully curling over her bare neckline, enticing. “Of course I want to,” he says, his knuckles grazing over her skin, brushing her hair behind her shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

She flashes a smile.

“Isabela…” Mariano cups her cheek, round and soft in his broad hand, and kisses her deeply.

They kissed before at the altar and once during the party when their photo got taken. Lips firm against lips to seal the deal, the next one a little lighter. Sparks contained, knowing that he couldn’t push too hard at the time for fear of ruining the moment for her, for the family watching them. The perfect kiss.

It’s so much more than he expected. More than anything he could have written up for her in a love poem. Her lips are so soft and so easy to get lost in. When he angles his head to deepen the kiss, she yields easily, even opening her mouth for him! Feeling much braver than a moment before, he slips his tongue in, parting her mouth even further until he moans wantongly into her. His body runs warm. His cock stirs, hardening against her dress. And Isabela–

If he goes too rough, she knows she can ask him to slow down. She’s thankfully not as tense as she was a few months back, when Dolores made that joke about the five babies and she was once again pulled into a future she knew she had to prepare for.

“Will it hurt?” she had asked Mami. When she grew up, the Abuelitas (if they dared to speak of sex at all) always said it would hurt the first time, and a few of her girlfriends were already married and had said the same. “Guys are so rough.” They were of no help, of course.

But Mami and tía Pepa had softened the blow a little. “If he does it right, you’ll want to dive back onto him as soon as he’s done,” Pepa told her shamelessly, at which her mother had blushed, but nodded. “Ask him to slow down if he goes too fast,” her mother added. “And that goes for kissing too. I don’t know, mija, he seems so dreamy. But all boys get excited and you’re allowed to set boundaries.”

So far so good, kissing wise. The real boundary she wants to set is for him to sleep on the floor (or another room where she won’t have to spend time with him) and never touch her again. She hadn’t been able to get that out of her mind. Mariano on top of her, under her, near her. His lips. His face. His hands. His penis. She wanted to shake the thought out of her head any time she thought of it. How to make those five babies happen. Him on top of her. Him inside of her.

So, as she does with any new challenge, she had practiced what she would do. Touched herself, not out of curiosity like when she was a teen, but with purpose. Her hands roaming her breasts, firm. Her curves, smooth, probably easy to grab. The hair between her legs. The heat. That nub that send a shock through her the first time she found it.

Mariano spreads her like a tossed bouquet of flowers on the bed. Pulls his hand through her bodice, popping open the pearl-like buttons on her back. She knows what she looks like to him. Mirrors help her to see how others perceive her. Her wedding dress, slightly bunched up. Her full breasts poking out of the corset, engulfed by Mariano’s warm mouth.

It feels like an insect crawling on top of her. She had hoped she wouldn’t be as dry as she imagined. Rarely did she think of Mariano fucking her when she spread her legs under the covers and rubbed herself. Sometimes she thought of herself, writhing, a little scared. Sometimes she — traitorously — thought of her friends who already had sex. Who knew how to move to make it pleasurable, to please their husbands. Sometimes she thought of them teaching her.

Their fingers on her clit, instead of Mariano’s. Their higher, but still husky voices moaning against her earlobe, kissing her neck, instead of Mariano’s. Their slim fingers curling inside of her, like Isabela liked to do to herself, instead of Mariano’s.

Unable to find her entrance, he rubbed his cock against her. “Is this good?”

At least he’s nice. But no. Nothing about this feels good. It’s like grinding against uncooked ham.

“Yes,” she says with a moan, moving in tandem with him.

It’s like dancing! Tío Félix had quipped before breaking into a waltz with tía Pepa. On another, separate occasion, Papi had said the same. It was good advice. Dancing she could do.

She took his hand and moved it down her belly, guiding him towards her clit. At least with his eyes closed he’s not looking at her grimace.

She does let out a genuine cry when their fingers circle her clit and his cock breaches her cunt right after.

Better not to think of Mariano. Maybe if it was one of the younger aunties guiding something inside her instead, to teach her how to take something big. The most fingers she’s been able to get inside of herself is three, and Mariano feels much bigger than anything she’s taken before. That should make it more believable that this is her first time. Still, there’s no way he has the experience to know she isn’t technically a virgin anymore. Not all women bleed, her mother had said. Isabela is certainly not going to bleed for Mariano. (Although she had, briefly, thought about secretly pricking herself so the sheets would stain red.)

And it’s not so bad once he thrusts inside of her. She doesn’t ask him to slow down, maybe even kind of likes the way he rams into her. The sooner he’s done, the sooner she’s done. The thrusts shove her mind away from Mariano. From his noises. From his hairy arms locked around her and his equally hairy chest rubbing against her bare breasts. She can pretend his hardness is her own. That somehow, the mirror is still in front of her.

It’s a lot to get used to. The next night, she’s already adjusted a little bit more.

#encanto #encanto fanfics #mariano guzman #isabela madrigal #fapruary #<- no idea if ill be able to keep that up #mariano/isabela #i cant imagine people check that tag but still #mariano x isabela

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fanficideasforthetaking · 3 months

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Mirabel dies soon after her failed ceremony and goes to heaven where she becomes an exterminator named Vaggie. After realizing they are doing something horrific and refusing to kill a child, she is attacked and left in hell where she is found by Charlie. Years later the magic of the candle reunites her with her old family wether she likes it or not.

All my ideas are available, no need to ask, just tag me or give me a link so I can read your amazing work!

#fanfic ideas #fanfic #encanto #mirabel madrigal #hazbin hotel #vaggie #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Can’t stop thinking about Bruno being five years younger than Julieta and Pepa and the changes in dynamics now, whoops.

He’s the only one in the first generation to have no memories of Pedro at all, but at least he doesn’t remember Pedro dying.

He is The Baby and if you mess with him, Pepa will zap you.

Félix takes one look at this 10 year old like, “Hm, guess I have a sibling now. I will be The Cool Brother.”

Agustín desperately wants to be The Cool Brother and falls flat on his face.

Bruno telling the kids not to worry about Julieta and Pepa nagging, because they’re “a pair of old ladies.” (Pepa zaps him)

Anon, thank you, I’m having so much fun 🙏

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wejusthereforthefanart · 1 year

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More Encanto headcanons to get my life back on track

Bruno begged Dolores not to tell anyone about the “man of my dreams betrothed to another” prophecy, because he could see that Pepa was already fighting with Alma about how her and Julieta’s children were being treated differently and didn’t want to escalate his sister’s frustration by basically telling her “Yeah, your daughter’s going to be heartbroken in like ten years while Isabela’s a girlboss”.

Luisa is the second biggest hopeless romantic out of the grandchildren, behind Dolores. Camilo tries to help her talk to her crushes by going into town as different people and put in a good word for her, like “I heard Luisa Madrigal is really interested in the process of growing avocados, maybe you can give her a tour of this... super cool... awesome farm that definitely doesn’t smell like manure.” He was told to stop interfering in her love life when he inadvertently created a love pentagon of four guys thinking she was head-over-heels in love with them, and broke out into a blood feud for her hand in marriage.

Agustin originally stumbled onto the Encanto by total accident, when he was a part of a tourist group from the city. He was trailing behind the others when he fell off the footpath and rolled into the river, smacking into a beehive on the way. A group of children were playing in the water until a swollen, red-faced Agustin covered in algae emerged from under a log, and he “chased” them into the village while they screamed of a river monster. From then on, Alma saw him as a fumbling idiot, no matter how hard he tried to convince her that he graduated from college. His disappearance is a cold case back in the city.

Over the years of watering the crops, Pepa mostly thought about her father, Pedro, to make herself cry. No matter what sad book she read, her thoughts always returned to the memories of her classmates making cards and gifts for their dads while she and her siblings made crafts for their mother again and again. Eventually, Pepa began to break down into tears at the mere mention of the fields, and the family was forced to have a long conversation that ended with Alma reassuring the children that Pedro would have loved them all.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #fanfiction ideas #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa madrigal

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taranodongirl · 1 year

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What Do You Think Would Happen If The MC Was Bruno Madrigal?

I really like reading MC What If/AU posts, and I have seen quite a few really good TWST Encanto MC ideas. But as good as they are, so far I haven’t seen any What If Bruno Was Taken To Twisted Wonderland posts or fanfics.

I feel that there is so much potential in that. Just imagine, what if instead of hiding in Casitas walls after Mirabel’s gift ceremony, Bruno was unexpectedly taken to Twisted Wonderland?

Maybe he becomes a staff member or wakes up as teen and becomes a student?

How would the staff and students react to Bruno’s quirky personality?

How would Bruno help the Students?

Would the school help Bruno get better at his visions? And how would his visions change the story?

What if his dreams turn into vision tablets and everyone wants them because they hold previously unknown history of The Great Seven?

There are so many possibilities with this premise and I would love to see what other fans would do with it. Feel free to use this idea for any future Fanfics or AU posts because I would LOVE read them!

#encanto #encanto bruno #bruno magridal #mc au #twst wonderland #twst encanto #twisted wonderland encanto #bruno mc au #what if #what if bruno was in twisted wonderland #twst x encanto #twisted wonderland x encanto #story ideas #fanfic ideas

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my-fan-side · 2 years

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AN Encanto Fanfic idea:

An angsty fan fic idea or maybe this is a drabble already?

* So Abuela Alma doesn’t have an actual gift on her own, at least not something that can’t be seen. But she has some sort off a little bit of spark of every powers that the Madrigal family gets. But no one knows this except her. And its something that she can’t usually control.

* Like she doesn’t get an actual vision, but she usually have that strong gut feelings on what’s about to happen. She can’t make flowers or plants appear out of nothing, but for some reason the flowers that she takes care of on her room lives longer than they should. She can’t heal with a meal, but she’s got that magic touch that sometimes reduces the pain whenever she touches any of the family who are in pain. She can’t understand what the animals were actually saying, but like with Casita, she seems to gets the sense of what they want to convey. Even Alma is not sure if she got an actual gift, but a part of her feels like she has because everytime a new member got a gift, she feels a warm tingling sensation within her.

* On the day the Casita fell, what if Mirabel was actually crushed and dying when the family found her. Julieta found Mirabel first, barely alive. As everyone gathers around Mirabel in tears, and telling her to hold on, and that help is coming. Abuela found her way beside her nieta. The candle is not yet fully extinguished and she still feels a bit of the power fading within her as well.

*She hold on to Mira on one hand, and on the candle with her other hand. Abuela prayed on the remains of Casita, of the candles, of the miracle, of that little spark of remaining power within her. And with everything she got, she’ve pushed and pushed all her life to make that spark of power grow. And she focused all of it in her hand, as she asked the miracle to let her make this sacrifice one last time, for her nieta.

*And so as Abuela touched Mira’s cheeks, she leaned closer to her nieta’s ear and told her that she loves her. A bright glow from her palm touches Mira, then in an instant all her injuries healed, all cuts were closed, all broken bones were fixed. But as soon as Mira were able to sit down. Abuela then collapsed beside her. Just as sudden, all of Mira’s supposed injuries now appears to Abuela. She’s now the one who is bleeding, coughing blood, and dying.

*Julieta was scared and reached out to her Mama. She was so confused on what happened, and how it happened. She thought she was losing her daughter, but now she’s losing her Mama. She can’t barely talk, all she was able to say was “Why?”. Abuela, with her last strength, touched her daughter’s face and said “Because mija, the familia no longer need me, but you all need Mira.”

*Abuela’s last words probably were “Te Amo mi niños” and “Lo siento” And then as she took her last breath, the Casita started moving and rebuild itself. It was like Pedro all over again. With Abuela’s sacrifice, the casita emerged again from the rubbles and all the powers came back. But now, on the standing new building, the door that used to belongs to Abuela is now a glowing unopened door. Which eventually was opened by Mirabel. Her figure is now the one holding the candle.

#julieta madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #madrigal family #la familia madrigal #encanto fanfic idea #encanto headcanon #encanto drabble #encanto prompt #encanto au

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Had a super weird (genius???) thought on the way home.

Encanto, but it's a 'Final Destination' kind of horror setting.

So! Bruno sees the future and he constantly sees the deaths of his loved ones and of course he prevents them.

"Don't eat that."

"Don't go there."

But Death comes when it is supposed to come for whom it is meant to come and it's not gonna let itself get cheated out of its charges. So it tries again and again and again and everytime Bruno is like "Nope. Not today."

"Don't wear those shoes, you'll trip."

"Take an extra Arepa, lots of bees out there."

And Death is getting desperate. By now every single member of Familia Madrigal should have died at least 14 times. But Bruno is so used to it all by now that the horror of the situation has faded and he is basically just a lil guy, swapping deadly situations away like flies. And Death's attempts become more and more outlandish and complicated.

And so Bruno's warnings become more and more wacky.

"When you color the tree in your drawing, choose the light green pencil, not the dark green."

"Put your bracelet on the left wrist today and leave the earrings at home. And oh, no matter what you do, don't whistle that song that's stuck in your head on the way home."

You might think his family would question such instructions, but they have caught on to the fact that they have had more near death experiences than you should have so they kinda adopt the attitude of "If Bruno tells you to not pick your nose while walking, you don't pick your nose, no matter what. Comprende?"

(Writing this, I imagine them all sitting at the breakfast table and Bruno just giving out his warnings for the day like Alma is telling everyone their chores.

"Luisa, the third donkey from the right. Leave it be. It will find its way home alone sooner or later. Camilo, I don't care how stupid your friend's new haircut looks, don't you dare laugh at them. Agustin…*sigh* bees, Agustin. It's always bees.. And no one approaches or helps Pezmuerto today."

"Is she finally going to snap and kill one of us?" Camilo asks, excited.

"Nah, I just don't like her.")

I imagine it getting less horror and angst and more and more like slapstick humor or something until Death finally snaps and stands in front of Casita and demands to speak to Bruno because "Maaaan! What gives dude??? I'm just trying to do my job."

(Imagine how it will end however you want, but I love the idea of Casita opening her doors really quick and hard and yeeting Death over the mountains).

#encanto #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #bruno madrigal #Encanto ideas #encanto au #Bruno and death have beef #Or death has beef with Bruno #Bruno at one point is just chill like come on dude just stop trying to kill my family and we are good

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baykitthings · 10 months

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Encanto fanfic idea

Mermaid AU

Long ago all of the Mer tribes were disconnected from each other until they were brought together by Queen Alma and her miraculous underwater flame. With her magic she formed a powerful underwater kingdom and even created a trade agreement with a seaside human kingdom with the Mer people granting safe passage for their ships and even trading some of their magical goods.

But one day Alma's son, Bruno, goes missing. She scoured the ocean but couldn't find him. With nowhere else to turn she blames the human kingdom and demands his return. The humans deny having him. Alma declares that no ship will grace their harbors until he is returned.

Years later, Mirabel is the only mermaid in her family that was not graced with a magic song. She instead becomes fascinated with the human realm, especially their clothing. So she steals a magic bracelet from her family vault that allows her to walk on land and runs away to the seaside kingdom.

There she meets Prince Mariano, who is in love with a mysterious singer he hears on the beach every night, and learns of his dream to bring peace back to their two kingdoms. She also learns of a vault beneath the palace that no one can open. Recognizing the vault as mermaid magic, Mirabel is able to open it and finds Bruno trapped inside. The previous king had been greedy and upon learning of Bruno's future vision, he befriended him, tricked him and then trapped him. But after doing so, the king became ill and then died before telling anyone how to open the vault or what was inside.

And now Mirabel has to figure out how to get them both back to the undersea kingdom in the next three days because if she doesn't, Alma is going to sink the human kingdom in retaliation for taking both her son and her granddaughter from her.

#encanto #encanto au #mermaid au #fanfic ideas

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magicalmadrigals · 3 months

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How many times do we think this girl got herself tangled up in her own vines when she was first learning how to use her gift and she was constantly getting untangled by her parents? Tiny Isabela was so CUTE

#baby isabela madrigal #young isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x isabela #agustin x isabela #encanto fanfic ideas #encanto #disney encanto #isabela encanto #encanto isabela

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encantoisawesome · 2 years

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to find my screenshot posts, just type “screenshot” into my blogs search bar

links to my art and fanfics below the “keep reading” part

catrigals au art

the catrigals au was created by the awesome @glitternightingale

my art for it is here

- where’s bruno? - julieta and pepa are wondering about brunos whereabouts

- mirabel - a cat design of mirabel

- sleep pile - the triplets are sleeping

- long live the king - pepa betrays bruno

- the triplets facial expressions - emojis for discord

- luisa, mirabel and isabela - cat design for luisa, mirabel and isabela

- headpats for mirabel - alma and mirabel

- CATNIP! - julieta finds catnip in the kitchen

- cat hugs - for the triplets birthday

random plot ideas i had

(feel free to use these if you want. just tag my name at @encantoisawesome if you do)

- involuntary visions behind the walls - what would happen if bruno had a involuntary vision behind the walls?

- casita looks after bruno - bruno passes out because of an unexpected vision and casita looks after him

- the zombie au - camilo and mirabel accidentally cause a zombie apocolypse after trying to bring abuela alma back to life

- experiments - camilo, agustin, mirabel, julieta and bruno are captured by a group of scientists that want to see how their powers work. its up to the rest of the family to save them

- encanto/big hero 6 crossover outfits - outfit description ideas i had if encanto was in big hero 6

my fanfics

it was just a nightmare

Bruno has a nightmare about his sisters and mother.

Is it just a dream or is he seeing the future?

the encanto infinity war snap

what if the encanto was affected by Thanos's snap?

#encanto #encanto screenshots #my art #my fanfics #my plot ideas

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wikluk · 2 years

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julistín - got germs

got germs: [character A] and [character B] are sick.

burning up

"You're hot."

"Why, thank you! It's so nice to be finally appreciated–"

Julieta groaned. "No, Agustín, you're really hot," she mumbled, rolling onto her other side, distancing herself from him. "Hot and sweaty."

"I can say the same about you," he said after a while and sniffed loudly. "Hot, sweaty and grumpy, and at least one of these things is a bad thing."

"Ugh," Julieta buried her face into her pillow, the idea of kicking Agustín out of their bed tempting like never before. She probably would do it, only to get a few minutes of calmness, but her every muscle felt like she ran all around the Encanto the previous day, without any break, including climbing the mountains and crossing the river. She was sore.

Sore, hot and miserable, and she couldn't breathe properly because her nose was stuffy and she had to inhale and exhale through her mouth.

Agustín coughed behind her, shifting on their bed.

"I'm dead on my feet, Julieta."

"You're not even standing."

She could imagine the look he sent her, and it made her lips quirk for a second. But the tiniest small dropped quickly as another wave of heat overcame her and she kicked the sheets off her, desperate to cool down.

Her nightgown felt as uncomfortable as if she dived into the water and now the soaked material clung to her body in the most unpleasant way.

Julieta sat up and started unbuttoning her nightgown.

A bit of silence and–

"What are you doing?"

"Can't you tell? I'm undressing."

"Aw, amor, you can do so much better than this."

Julieta turned her head to look at him and sent him a glare. In his pitiful, miserable state, with his nose all red and his eyes glossy, he had the audacity to smile cheekily at her. Still staring at him in the most unimpressed way she could (at least she hoped she succeeded at that), she pulled her gown over her head and tossed it aside.

Agustín emitted a low hum and traced her thigh with his long fingers. Julieta swatted his hand away with a loud slap and he hissed in response, a pout appearing on his lips. "What was that for?"

"For being an unbearable, irreformable silly man."

"You knew perfectly well who you chose when you agreed to–" he sneezed suddenly, and sniffed immediately. "–to marry me."

Julieta shifted on their bed and collapsed onto the mattress with a long sigh. "And I do wonder sometimes why I did it."

"Now you're being cruel."

She tilted her head to the side while fanning her face with both hands. "Whose idea was it to go and dance in the rain?"

"Hey, you agreed to it!"

"But you suggested it! And now we're both sick!"

"You weren't complaining yesterday!"

"That's not the–" her nose tickled suddenly and before she could even cover her face, she sneezed.

Agustín burst out laughing which turned into coughing in a matter of a couple of seconds. "You sound like a tiny kitten," he cooed between coughs. "Like an adorable, small kitten. Aw, Juli!"

"I hate you," she murmured, inhaling deeply through her mouth.

He shifted closer to her, running his hand over her arm and stomach. "No, you don't."

"I do."

"You don't."

"I really do," she assured, looking at him seriously. He pouted again. She cracked a resigned smile. "Okay, I don't."

"Told you so," he smiled, bowing his head to kiss her forehead.

"Agustín," she whined. "Get away from me."

She was still hot and the closeness of his equally hot body didn't help at all. Julieta wished she could just dive into a bath full of cool water. Maybe it would make her less sticky, at least.

"You know..." he said slowly, tapping her nose with his index finger. "Since we're both down with a cold because of me, maybe we can heal thanks to me?"

"Oh? Since when you are the healer in this marriage?"

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "Since now. Because I heard that there's a certain, rather pleasant way to–"

"No."

A pout.

Julieta rolled her eyes. "Nope, amor. Unless you want me to sneeze in your face beca–" she didn't even finish the sentence, sneezing again.

Agustín wiped his face with the back of his hand. "You know, a simple no would be enough."

Julieta smacked him on the stomach with the back of her left hand. "Pff, you were ready to kiss me a few seconds ago but me sneezing grosses you out? You're a silly man, just like I said."

"But I'm your silly man," he said in the most charming way.

Or at least it was intended this way because his red, runny nose and raspy voice didn't make him sound nor look charming at all.

She laughed, and coughed, and laughed again, pushing him away so that he landed on his back.

"We have about..." she looked at the clock and frowned. "About thirty minutes before people start looking for us and find us here, sick, miserable and barely alive. And I don't want our hijas to see us this way. I wish I could get healed with an area. Or a cup of chocolate santafereño..."

"My offer still stands..."

Julieta looked at him, blinked three times, and pushed herself up, wincing at the dull pain in her muscles. "I'm gonna take a cool shower."

There was another wiggle of his eyebrows. "Because you're hot?"

Julieta sighed defeated. "Because I am hot," she agreed, standing up. "And it's your fault so don't even try following me."

She took two steps–

"But I'm hot too!"

She shook her head. "Ay Agustín."

He was really insufferable at times.

#wiktoria's fanfiction corner #encanto #encanto fanfic #my writing #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustín #sickfic #fluff and humor #drabble #no idea #this shit just happened #agustin is trying #and julieta is so done

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