#encanto fanfic

[magicalmadrigals]

damn, juli is about to go through it…🙈 i love her, i just don’t make her life easy in my fic like at ALL.

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

[magicalmadrigals]

Making Of A Miracle - 1 - A Sleepless Night

So, with it being Mira's birthday month, I decided to go ahead and re-do my collection of one-shots surrounding her birth and the early months of her life. I had to start with this one because I am still just so obsessed with the artwork that the insanely talented @enigmaticdoctorscully did for it when I originally began writing. It is everything I imagined and so much more. I'll post chapter one of the one-shot collection under the cut here, but you can also find it over on AO3 through this link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63541015/chapters/162831082

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When she turned over in his arms for what could quite well have been the hundredth time, huffing as she slid a hand beneath her pillow, Agustín tightened the arm about his wife’s waist and dropped his lips to the back of her shoulder, kissing her there and ghosting his hand across her growing bump through her nightgown. Why she was having such a hard time with this pregnancy when she breezed her way through the first two, he had no idea, but she still had a month to go and the symptoms that had disappeared quickly with the girls were still making life difficult for her.

She snacked on and off through the day, something he suggested a couple weeks back, and the food did help take the edge off and bring her some relief, but it was always short-lived and it never took long for the nausea and light-headedness to return with a vengeance. She never complained though, naturally. Whether it was due to the fact her whole life had been spent looking out for others – first her siblings and then their hijas when they came along – he was unsure, but it was likely a contributing factor. She just pushed through everything.

She made him so proud.

“What can I do?” He murmured, kissing his way across her shoulder to her neck before he buried his nose there, breathing her in. “Whatever it is, Amor, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

“Nothing,” She nearly whispered, the swirling low in her stomach continuing. “I have tried everything I can think of, but nothing’s working. I’m starting to realize this is just something I’m going to have to deal with until this little one is here. I can put up with the dizziness, that’s not too bad, but not the nausea. I feel sick constantly, no matter what I do, and I’m so tired all the time. I’m so tired of being tired. I just want to sleep.”

Her voice trembled while she spoke, a combination of her weariness and desperation, and he felt his heart sink. So many times throughout her pregnancy, he told her that if they could swap places and he could bear it for her then he would. She chuckled every time and told him he was sweet, but what she didn’t seem to realize was that he meant that. His tendency to be clumsy meant he had enough of his own problems to deal with on the daily, that much was true, but he would bear her struggles along with his own in a heartbeat.

He would do anything for her, honestly.

“You want to sleep?” He grazed his nose against her curls, an idea coming to him.

“Mmm…” She hummed.

“I have an idea,” He confessed. “You need to come with me though.”

Moving onto her back, she looked up at him through tired eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“That I know a way to help you get some sleep,” He leaned down to brush his nose against hers, the little chuckle he elicited from her not going unnoticed by him, and when he pulled back again he ran the back of his hand lightly down her cheek. “Are you up for the walk?”

She nodded. “It might tire me out, you never know.”

He smiled and kissed her gently before they pushed back the quilt and got out of bed, the two of them sharing a look as he made his way around to her before he took her by the hand and she laced their fingers. Wordlessly then, he led her across the room and opened the door so they could step out into the hallway. Casita was dark and silent, the familia having retired to bed long ago now, but the moonlight spilling in through a window made an illuminated path for them and they padded down the upper hall together in silence.

“You know where we’re going?” He smirked when she shook her head, squeezing his hand.

“Yes.” She replied, leaning her head against his arm and smiling when he kissed her brow.

Ay, she loved him.

It took them minutes to reach the music room, his favourite room in the house and where he chose to spend most of his time while she and the others were working, and once they were inside he closed the door and dropped her hand. She watched him walk over to the piano near the window, crossing her arms as he moved the curtains aside to let the breeze into the room when he opened it. He lifted the lid of the piano then, running his fingers along the keys before he sat down on the stool and turned to her. “Ven aquí.” He said softly.

Tracing the curve of her belly with her hand, she did as she was told and made her way over to him, giggling when he took her waist in his hands and brought her to sit in his lap so that she was facing him. She wrapped her legs loosely around him, bringing her hands to the sides of his neck, and she sighed into his mouth when he caught her in a kiss. It was chaste and over in moments, but it held so much meaning and she touched her forehead to his when he pulled away. “I don’t care what Mamá says,” She breathed. “You are perfect for me.”

“I love you.” He brushed several little curls from her face, tucking them behind her ear.

“I love you too.” She mumbled, wrapping her arms around him and snuggling into his chest.

“Cierra los ojos,” He said into her hair while reaching for the piano keys. “Get some sleep.”

He wasted no time in starting to play once she’d tucked her head beneath his chin and buried her nose in his nightshirt, the love he had for her deepening when he heard her deep sigh of contentment. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep after that, minutes at the most, and as he continued playing, his chin resting atop her curls, he had only one little thought.

Mission accomplished.

[whycl4rk]

Is there anyone alive in the encanto fandom? my passion for the movie came back and I wish I had friends to talk about it with

[glendybluebird]

Juanito Madrigal✨🧡

The "Copy Cat". He will have the gift of copying others' gifts temporarily in times of need.

Juanito almost looks like a replica of his papa, but he behaves oppositely to Camilo. He's the little angel. He's a soft little boy, very sweet, very timid and humble, and he's so attached to his mami. He's never mischievous like his dad and his older siblings. That's how he is, even while he is growing up.

Funfact:

His mami calls him gatito sometimes

He's afraid of scissors

He randomly stares at his papa for long periods and loves watching him perform.

He loves copying his brother Carlos' power just to turn himself into a cat. (In the future)

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

Technology from 1870-1899 (For Encanto fic writers)

So, A mutual of mine @miracles-and-butterfliess pointed out that everyone (including me) tends to forget that Encanto was literally made when the triplets were born. Which is literally 1900 or 1901. Regardless, it was the very beginning of the 19th century so let me tell you about the technology/things they would/wouldn’t have. (And please keep in mind that most of these may or may not have been imported into Colombia yet.) 

1870 - 1879

1872—A.M. Ward creates the first mail-order catalog. NO

1873—Joseph Glidden invented barbed wire. NO

1876—Alexander Graham Bell patents the telephone. NO

1876—Nicolaus August Otto invents the first practical four-stroke internal combustion engine. NO

1876—Melville Bissell patents the carpet sweeper. NO?

1878—Thomas Edison invents the cylinder phonograph (known then as the tin foil phonograph). MAYBE

1878—Eadweard Muybridge invents moving pictures. NO?

1878—Sir Joseph Wilson Swan invents the prototype for a practical electric lightbulb. YES? 

1879—Thomas Edison invented the first commercially viable incandescent electric light bulb. NO?

1880 - 1889

1880—The British Perforated Paper Company debuts toilet paper. YES

1880—English inventor John Milne creates the modern seismograph. NO

1881—David Houston patents camera film in roll format. NO?

1884—Lewis Edson Waterman invents the first practical fountain pen. YES

1884—L. A. Thompson built and opened the first roller coaster in the United States at a site on Coney Island, New York. NO

1884—James Ritty invents a functional mechanical cash register. YES?

1884—Charles Parson patents the steam turbine. NO

1885—Karl Benz invented the first practical automobile powered by an internal-combustion engine. NO (even before Encanto, Alma’s town looked rural so I doubt the automobile reached them yet.)

1885—Gottlieb Daimler invented the first gas-engine motorcycle. NO

1886—John Pemberton introduces Coca-Cola. NO

1886—Gottlieb Daimler designs and builds the world's first four-wheeled automobile. NO

1887—Heinrich Hertz invents radar. NO

1887—Emile Berliner invented the gramophone. YES

1887—F.E. Muller and Adolph Fick invented the first wearable contact lenses. NO

1888—Nikola Tesla invents the alternating current motor and transformer. NO

1890 - 1899

1891—Jesse W. Reno invents the escalator. NO

1892—Rudolf Diesel invents the diesel-fueled internal combustion engine, which he patents six years later. NO

1892—Sir James Dewar invents the Dewar vacuum flask. NO

1893—W.L. Judson invents the zipper. NO (zippers didn’t become popular globally until a little bit later; buttons, ribbons/laces and whatever else were still the norm/in fashion for fastening and tying (which is still the case in some places today)

1895—Brothers Auguste and Louis Lumière invent a portable motion-picture camera that doubles as a film-processing unit and projector. The invention is called the Cinematographe and using it, the Lumières project the motion picture for an audience. NO?

1899—J.S. Thurman patents the motor-driven vacuum cleaner. NO (if you're running from being killed, the last thing you're going to bring is a vacuum cleaner) 

I remember a post listing the sort of jobs there would be in Encanto but I forgot so I’ll just list the ones I know (let me know if I need to add anything.): 

Seamstress/tailor

Embellisher

Field worker 

Teacher (of any kind; music, dance, art, etc)

Woodworker - wood carver

Toy maker

Construction worker

Joining a Local band/ Orchestra - being apart of a choir 

Carpenter 

Metal worker 

Jeweler (though I’m not sure if Jewelery of the diamond/gem kind is common in Encanto)

bladesmith/ knifemaker 

Inventor? (Inventors should exist in Encanto by now…just one other genius besides Mirabel?)

I know some of these are very obvious but I’m just giving people options okay? 

@miracles-and-butterflies you seem to know a lot more about this kind of stuff so if you have anything to add/take away or me to fix please let me know. I tried to search up “When was X invention imported into Colombia” and literally nothing of use comes up. 

[usedtobeguest123]

Happy Birthday to Antonio!

Everything was green and fluttering, flickering warm and glowing like a candle flame…or maybe like a butterfly’s wings. A thousand resonant voices surrounded him, bodiless, singing all at once.  Let the way be open.  A fluff of brown hair under his hand, the flash of a smile. Big mahogany eyes, bright and laughing.  Sing through my voice, play through my hands.  A man in the distance, standing tall, strong and sure, surrounded by fluttering green resplendence, glowing. Movement all around, shuffling, scuffling, purring, cooing, calling. Now closer, the umbre skin of his face warm with golden sunlight. Eyes serious, but lit deep within from a joy that was somehow familiar.  Let the way be open.  That joy, glowing, on a smaller face, in the same eyes. Sing through my voice. Play through my hands.  A hand in his.  Let the way be open.  Let the way be open. Bruno gasped himself awake, sputtering on sand and wincing at the sharp scrabble of tiny claws across his body. He sat up, a hand to his chest, rubbing at the scrapes left behind by the startled rats, rubbing at his heart. The glow of his magic was dimming in his chest, fading like after a vision.  Was that a vision?

To celebrate, some art of older Antonio inspired by chapter 7 of my fic La Traes

[hashtagboykisser]

I remembered that Camilo is 5'3" yesterday and I'm 5'4":3c I just wanted to know how Cami would be like with a 5'4" Reader who occasionally wears heels that make them 5'6" as well, I dunno lolol

CAMILO X READER !!

“TIP TOES” !!

prompt: camilo madrigal with 5’4 reader in heels

requested by: wonderful anon<3

warnings: fem presenting reader and she/her pronouns

“oh my, 'milo!!” you shouted, as camilo crazily spun you around at the very crowded party at the somewhat newly built casita.

“hold on, mi placer, here’s a big one!” the curly haired colombian roared as he dipped you as the two of you danced together.

“'milo..” you whispered in his ear, catching his attention.

“yes, amor?” he cooed gently, softening his light tone as he cup your cheeks, worrying that something may be wrong.

“i just wanna get out for a bit, can we go for a small walk?”

“of course, anything for you, mi querido amor”

the two of you venture outside of the casita’s walls, as you finally make it into the town, fingers intertwined and locked in, camilo stops and turns to face you.

but he realizes, your not at his eye level anymore…

he looks up at your eyes, the ones he fell in love with not too long ago, and smiled.

“i love it when you wear heels, mi sol.” camilo said, leaving sloppy kisses on your jawline.

“is that so?” you ask with a furrowed brow and chuckle.

“it’s certain, and do you know what else is certain?”

“what?”

“my love for you.”

hey hey it’s hermy!

sorry this is kinda short, i just thought since it was a small idea it’d be a small fic :)

but i hope u like it anon!!

-hermy

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

In your Constellations Shift story, how would the townsfolk react to Bruno being confirmed as the next candle holder? Any people seeking forgiveness, showing genuine remorse, possible brown nosing?

My plans was for a mix of "all of the above." Some people would feel genuinely sorry, others would just be trying to cover their own asses

However, I did have one moment planned with Osvaldo!

Bruno wasn't surprised to hear people mutter this was somehow his fault. Bad Luck Bruno and blah blah blah. He rolled his eyes, biting back the urge to snap, "Do I look like I care?"

His mother had bawled her eyes out on his shoulder, clinging to him and begging forgiveness. He, his nieces and sisters, had discovered that Julieta's Gift was capable of some truly insane things just before Casita fell. As Casita collapsed, as Bruno raced after Mirabel in her mad dash for the Candle...

Well. What she'd shouted at Alma had proven true. His hand glowed with the same mark Alma had, only his was on his palm. There and gone again, blazing to life as his hand brushed against the Miracle when he tried to pull Mirabel away.

Wonderful, stubborn girl. Too brave for her own good.

But anyway- compared to all that insanity, a few mutters and scowls didn't make a dent.

He was in for a surprise though. As Manuel Sanchez glared at Bruno and not-so-quietly said to his lackeys that he knew who to blame for Casita's collapse, the Miracle's death and the new mountain pass, Osvaldo spoke up.

"Don't talk about my friend like that!" Osvaldo snapped. For such a happy-go-lucky guy, he suddenly looked ferocious. "He didn't do anything wrong! Now are you going to help or just stand around and whine?"

He saw Félix's mouth drop open. Pepa regarded Osvaldo with new and sudden respect in her eyes. Mirabel squealed outright, hands clasped together. Isabela just said, "Huh...What do ya know?" staring at Osvaldo like she'd never seen him before.

Bruno tried and failed to comprehend what Osvaldo just said.

As Manuel and his idiot brigade took the hint and dispersed, Bruno said, "Um...Thanks, Osvaldo. You didn't have to do that."

"Sure I did," Osvaldo said with a shrug and a smile, more like his usual, guileless self. "What are friends for?"

Friends. Seriously? Were they...

Suddenly, Bruno looked back at the last forty-five years of knowing Osvaldo in a new light. The clumsy attempts at conversation, the loud proclamations that not being special didn't matter, the (seemingly) judgmental questions about his rats and the books he read...That hadn't been Osvaldo being a busy-body, had it? Osvaldo thought they were friends. The "Not Special-Special" had actually been an attempt to cheer Bruno up, hadn't it?

Díos mio, Bruno thought blankly. Osvaldo had never been mean, certainly not, but Bruno always thought of him as...well-meaning but oblivious.

Apparently more well-meaning than Bruno had realised.

He felt like a total ass.

"Uh, sure," he agreed hurriedly. "Friends."

[selcaby]

Merry Christmas! I haven’t written much this year, but here’s the Christmas story I posted a year ago.

It’s Noche Buena (Christmas Eve) in the new Casita, and there’s a Christmassy surprise on the dinner table, courtesy of Bruno and Mirabel. But Bruno hasn’t turned up to eat. Alma goes to talk to him.

[maddascanbe-blog]

Meet our lovely Mariposa family! (Okay technically Dama Mariposa should have been here too- but who really cares about her *cough*)

Bellona Nyx, fun fact, has become one of my least favorite designs for Mirabel overtime. Like- I don't think it's particularly bad but I definitely wouldn't design her that way now. Her hero outfit as Mariposa is one I greatly prefer. I cut her cloak for this drawing since I didn't want it crowding Antonio

Morado Rey meanwhile is probably one of my favorite butterfly designs in general! He's just so cute, simple, but so very adorable. Though I can't decide between him and Azure.

Satyrin! How did you find me!?! Have you crawled your way out from my nightmares!?

I hated drawing him. Hate. I had such a bad time trying to design him when I first wrote A Petty Ladybug. It's part of the reason I abandoned it, all of the designs were giving me trouble. Here I tried to combine his poncho/ruana with the wings idea, also the man ponytail and old man shoes were a must. Who do you think I am? Since it's Bruno I imagine he's not a very flashy Papillion. So he's very grey with only one real purple in the mix.

[fictodreamer-reblog-blog]

¡Feliz cumpleaños! ⏳🌦️🫓

A huge happy birthday to Bruno and his sisters Julieta & Pepa! 🥹✨

The art piece is by artwork.ns & is based on a moment that’s gonna be from chapter 3/4 of the fic La Rata y el Profeta by myself 🐀⏳✨ Bruno celebrating his 49th birthday in the walls with his amigos. 🧡💚💙

[atenamex]

New encanto Fanfic? yes; El misterio del encanto.

A fanfic about Encanto where the town remains the same, but the outside world is modern? Where powerful people know of the existence of a hidden magical town and search for it? Where a stranger meets the Madrigals and protects the Encanto with them? This is your fic, baby.

"El misterio del encanto."

The fic may contain some mature themes and various topics for the googles, such as Ahnenerbe, Real Places, etc.

comment to post the story link

[magicalmadrigals]

Why am I actually crying at some of these (facts that come out in the Encanto books) and why would they all make PERFECT prompts for one shots??? I’m getting an idea here ugh.

[whycl4rk]

It's the same hair bow, right? They're so cute

[glendybluebird]

Kinda late, but HAPPY NEW YEAR🎉🎊🪅🥂🥳

I had no idea what to draw🥹I even have a few WIP drawings before this that I never got to finish🥲 I was also so upset that I wasn't able to get the foreshortening right in this piece🤣 Oh well😌... I'll take note of that and practice more.😚

🐦2023 has been the most intense roller coaster ride of problems and emotions I have had so far. It both made me flash back to all of my past traumas (which are confidential) and made me feel more pressured about my future than I'd ever been. I was a wreck. But it was also the year I had a lot of realizations. Maybe it was a year for growth... For 2024, I won't make any promises to myself or anyone; I'll just keep on figuring things out and experimenting.

 

🐦Thank you to those who stayed with me and kept supporting me. 🥰✨I hope you'll still be with me till I finally bloom. LOVE LOTS💖💞

I forgot to mention that Alora's birthday is on a new year🥹 (In her new design by the way, she's a year younger than Camilo and Mirabel, so Alora is 14. While Rafael is 1 year older (he's 16).

[spooky-spextre-arts]

Kinda thinking of making an Encanto fic recommendation list or something like that - especially since there are some real gems that date back to the early months of the fandom.

(Also, just since I was browsing through my AO3 bookmarks and got reaaaally nostalgic, seeing a few of them up there. <3)