#mama abuela au

[gamerbearmira]

Now no one gets the apron

This title will make more sense if you read it I SWEAR

Very sad, I'm in the mood for angst today 😛😛 and who doesn't love some Mamabuela. Seriously, it has been a hot MINUTE you know I had to hook y'all up 💪💪💪

Anyway, sadness, mean words that weren't meant to be said. You guys know the drill 🤥

eh ge ie

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Isabela and Mirabel tugged at the apron. Their late mothers apron. They were gonna help their abuela in the kitchen, but they both wanted to wear their mothers apron.

"You wore it last time, it's my turn!" Mirabel said, her small hands gripping the blue apron with surprising strength. Isabela, now 14, was pulling it back in her direction.

"You always get to wear it! It's my turn!" Isabela seethed, tugging at the apron. By this point, the commotion had gather some attention from other family members, who peaked into hallway by Julieta's room where they were arguing in front of. Luisa seemed distressed, trting to find ways to break them apart without causing more tension.

"H—Hey, maybe we should calm down, I mean I'm sure you guys can-" Luisa was cut off by Isabela who shot her a look.

"No! She wore it already! I want to wear it this time!" Isabela argued and Miravel stomped her foot, pulling the apron again.

"My gift is closer anyway, that's why I wear it more!" She said. She wasn't really wrong, her gift was essentially Julieta's.

Alma by this point had exited the kitchen and began walking up the stairs. She had knew this was going to happen, it wasn't the first time. Last time Luisa and Mirabel had faught with it. She should've expected it.

"Girls, what is going on?" Alma asked, and the two stopped, though still held the apron, looking towards Alma.

"She won't let me wear the apron this time!" Isabela said, pointing to Mirabel who pouted again.

"It's not like she wanted to wear it anyway! She wasn't even thinking about it until I came out of the room with it!" Mirabel said and Isabela didn't like that answer.

"Give it!" She said yelled, her voice raising and she used her vines to pull back, cacti sprouting in a nearby pot. Mirabel quickly noticed, yanking back. Alma, nor anybody had any time to react before a loud tearing sound ripped through the room. The ribbon that went around the back had tore, now in Mirabel's hands while Isabela held the other, larger part, the two girls having fell to the floor.

There was silence before Isabela stood, her eyes glassy. "Look what you did! You ripped it!"

Mirabel looked offended, stepoing forward. "I ripped it? Your stupid vines pulled too hard!"

Alma decided to finally physically step in. But before she could fully even get a sentence out, Isabela had shoved in finger into Mirabel's chest, not to hurt her, but more out of anger.

"Why do you even care?! You didn't know her!" She screamed and Mirabel blinked. Bruno and Alma had stepped forward at this point, and Dolores took Luisa and Camilo and pulled them back. "You stole her gift!"

"Isabela, that's enough—" Alma had been cut off once more, not that she could formulate any words after Isabela's.

"It's all your fault she's dead anyway! If she wasn't pregnant with you, her and papá would've been able to move out of the way!" Isabela screamed, tears spilling from her eyes.

Casita was quiet. No one spoke a word, and everyone's eyes were on the two girls; mostly Isabela. She finally seemed to process what she said and her hands flew to her mouth and she stepped back, looking at Mirabel, who had begun to cry. Her lip quivered and tears began to spill out of her eyes as Isabela's words hit her like a freight train.

Thunder crashed as Pepa finally processed what her eldest niece said to her youngest and Mirabel threw the ribbon to the ground, running to her room.

"Mirabel, wait, I didn't mean—" Isabela words were drowned out by another crash of thunder and Mirabel's face twisted into one of pure sadness and guilt. Guilt that Isabela had never intended to make Mirabel feel, especially not for their parents death.

"Keep the stupid apron then!" She wailed, slamming the door to her room. There was more silence, aside from the now pouring rain and Isabela's faint crying.

Pepa had quickly taken to running to the other side of the house to Mirabel's room, Luisa and Camilo on her heels. Bruno seemed conflicted, glacing between Isabela and his mamá, Alma, before turning and walking back into his room, clearly in the verge of tears at the reminder of the death of his and Pepa's sister.

Felíx had quickly followed after him, Dolores by his side. That left Alma and Isabela in the hallway, alone. Casita was quiet, not even move a single tile or floorboard. Alma's face was that of disappointment, and maybe even confusion as she looked at Isabela, who was crying, soaking wet from Pepa's storm.

"I...I didn't mean to say that, Abuela, I...I waan't trying to..." Isabela wasn't even focused on the apron anymore, she didn't care. She had hurt Mirabel her youngest sister who was a miracle from God Himself. And she just blamed the death of their parents on her, knowing full well that it wasn't even remotely her fault.

She looked up at Alma, who was just staring at her. Her gaze shifted to Mirabel's room, where loud crying and soft voices could be heard. Alma rubbed her eyes, and Isabela wasn't sure if she was crying or wiping the rain from Pepa's rain away.

"Abuela? Wh—What do I do? I didn't mean to...to say those things, I swear!" Isabela said between her hitched breathing, hiccuping softly. Alma looked up at Isabela, her gaze conflicted, more than Bruno's.

"Just...go to your room, Isabela. We'll talk about this later. It's not a good time for anyone right now," Alma said, her voice low. Isabela opened her mouth to protest, to say she wanted to run into her youngest hermana's room and apologize. But the look in Alma's eyes told her everything, and she quiet nodded.

"Ok Abuela," Isabela said softly, dragging her feet to her room. The door shut quietly and Alma leaned against the railing, doing her best to hold back her tears and control her emotions. She had to. She couldn't break down. Not right now.

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OK. Isabela didn’t mean it, I promise she apologizes. She loves Mirabel’s and does not blame her 😭 it’s just one of those moments where you’re arguing and say something you don’t mean.

Everybody was hurt in this situation 🙏

[magicalmadrigals]

Nah because why did I just now remember about my Alma fic where she falls in love with one of the villagers and he and the triplets are little chaotic besties and the whole thing is just a pure fluff-fest 😂😭

[hurt-comfort-lover]

Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Ten

“Ah! Sorry- sorry I didn’t mean to- uh-” He stops not knowing what to say. Mirabel was so surprised that she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed. 

“Tio Bruno…? What are you doing here?”

“Well- um, I kind of live here? Unless you mean like- like in this area which is because I heard someone in the passageways, and then I saw my vision and you know uh, yeah.”

“Oh.. um, what do you mean live here? How?”

“It’s a bit hard to explain, it might be easier for me to just show you.” He says offering his hand, Mirabel takes it, pulling herself up. He takes her through the passageways to his “room.” Mirabel walks by and sees cracks that are covered in cement.

“Are you patching up the cracks?”

“Oh! No no no no no, I don’t go near those. All the patching is done by Hernando.”

“Who is Hernan-” Bruno puts up his cape and says,

“I’m Hernando and I’m afraid of nothing!” he pauses, “It’s actually me, I say my real gift was ‘acting,’ haha.” Mirabel looks at him and she can’t decide whether to find it funny, charming or concerning.

“I’m Jorge, I make the spackle,” Bruno says. Mirabel decides she should probably be concerned. They make it into Bruno's room. It’s filled with rats messing with his stuff, and his room is small and covered in small things he’d collected over the years. 

“You never left?”

“Well, I left my tower- a lot of stairs you know. It’s kitchen adjacent, and-” He goes over to the television, ���free entertainment! Telenovelas!” He says as he flips through different cutouts for the rats. He sits down on his red chair.

“Their love could never be.”

“I don’t understand, why did you leave, but not actually leave?”

“Well, free food, and uh ya know.” He just shrugs. Mirabel looks through a hole in the wall to see the dining table, and then looks at a small table that’s labeled with his name, showing that he uses it to pretend like he’s still a part of the family. Bruno stands up and walks behind her.

“Yeah, my gift wasn’t really helping the family, but, I love my family, ya know?” Bruno says. Mirabel nods and looks at the vision in her arms.

“Nobody was ever meant to see that vision.”

“Why- why did you take the vision?”

“Well, after you didn’t get your gift Abuela was worried about the magic and asked me to take a vision. When I saw the vision I knew how it was going to look, because I’m Bruno and everyone always assumes the worst, so.. So I left.”

“You left… for me?”

“I mean not just that, but yeah I guess. You are my niece after all.” Mirabel smiled sadly, just happy that he cared that much.

“Thank you, Tio.”

“Ah- no don’t- I uh, you don’t need to,” he stumbled.

“I feel like I should though. I messed up Isabella’s proposal and now I’m hiding in here instead of facing Abuela. I know I don’t have a gift but I love my family and I just want to help.”

“You are helping.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know sobrina. I still know a little about what goes on in the Casita. You’re doing fine. Whatever is happening with Isabella, it’ll be ok.”

“Gracias Tio,” Mirabel says as she hugs him. He awkwardly hugs back,

“Anytime, kid.” 

“I think I know what I need to do. I need to apologize to Isabella.” She says as she goes to leave but Bruno stops her.

“Wait, before you go, if you save the miracle, could you visit sometime?”

“When I save the miracle, I’m bringing you home,” Mirabel says confidently. Bruno smiles and then knocks on a bunch of wood as Mirabel leaves. 

Mirabel walks up to Isabella’s door, and a lot of emotions run through her, debating if this was the right decision. She goes into the room anyway to see an angry Isabella.

“What are you doing here?!” She says irritated.

“I came to apologize.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’m sorry for ruining your proposal, I’m going to talk to Mariano and try to fix this.”

“Don’t bother.”

“Why?”

“It’s not like he’ll change his mind.”

“You don’t know that- Do you… want to marry Mariano?” Isabella looks surprised at the question and thinks.

“I- I mean yeah. It’s good for the Ecanto, and Abuela-”

“I’m not asking about that, I’m asking if you want to marry Mariano.”

“I don’t know. I mean, I thought I was fine with it, but now- now that I have a chance out… I don’t know.”

“Why would you marry someone you don’t love?” Mirabel asks.

“Well, I don’t really want to get married, but Abuela just seemed so happy when Mariano and I started getting along. When she suggested getting engaged, I-”

“-Wanted to make her proud?”

“Yeah. I don’t know why I’m even telling you this. You know Abuela is livid right now? Mami and Papi were arguing with her and everyone’s looking for you.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry. For all of this. I hope that you can get the ending that you want. I think I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel says. Isabella nods,

“It’s fine I guess. You kind of gave me a chance out, so thank you.” Isabella says. Mirabel walks out of the room and goes to talk to her Abuela, though she runs into her mami first.

“Mirabel! There you are!” she says as she pulls her youngest daughter into a hug.

“Hola mami.”

“I don’t know what’s going on. Your Abuela is being unreasonable and there are cracks littered around the house. I don’t understand.”

“I think it’s the miracle mami. I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet, but I need to talk to Abuela,” Mirabel asserts. Julietta just nods and lets her youngest go. Mirabel goes to the living room to see Abuela talking with Senora Guzman. She goes up to both of them, and Senora Guzman sees her first.

“Mirabel,” she says. Abuela turns around to see her youngest granddaughter, anger written all over her face.

“You need to fix this,” Abuela says.

“Lo siento Abuela. I won’t. Isabella-”

“What?! Don’t disrespect me.”

“I didn’t mean-”

“No, you listen to me. I don’t know why you weren’t given a gift but it is not an excuse to hurt this family.” Abuela says with venom. To Mirabel, it feels like a stab in her heart. Senora Guzman looks shocked. Her Papi comes to see what’s going on while Dolores and Camilo were sitting on the couch nearby. Tia Pepa and Felix were near the kitchen.

“I will never be good enough for you… will I? No matter how I try- No matter how hard everyone tries! Luisa will never be strong enough! Isabella will never be perfect enough! Tio Bruno left because you always saw the worst in him!”

“Bruno did not care about this family!” Cracks begin to form on the walls and ceiling.

“He loves this family, I love this family, we all love this family! You’re the one that doesn’t care.”

“Don’t you ever-!”

“The Miracle is dying because of you!” As Mirabel finishes her sentence the house begins to fall apart. Mirabel runs straight for the candle, while Casita tries to help her while also pushing everyone out of the house. Everyone is yelling at her to stop, telling her it’s not worth it. She continues though. As she goes up she sees her Tio Bruno escape the house with a bucket on his head, and she smiles slightly to herself. She makes it to the candle but the house is too far gone. Casita’s last efforts are covering Mirabel with furniture to protect her. The Casita was gone, all that was left was the rubble of what it once was. Mirabel holds the unlit candle as her Mami runs over to her.

“Mirabel! What were you thinking?! Are you hurt?” Julieta says while checking her, Mirabel is despondent, still looking at the candle. Julietta looks at her daughter, who had dropped the candle on the ground, and then back out hearing her hermana call her. 

“I’ll be right back- don’t move,” Julietta says as she runs towards her hermana. 

When most of the fog clears and most of the familia is together, they realize that Mirabel is gone. They call out to her but there’s no response. Everyone goes looking for her, including Abuela. After hours of searching it just so happens that Abuela ended up finding her, she found her holding her knees to her chest while crying next to a lake she knew too well. She walks up to Mirabel and sits beside her.

“I’m sorry, I- I just wanted to help. Instead, all I ended up doing was hurting us.” Mirabel says as she cries into her knees.

“No, it’s not you. Mirabel, this is on me. You are a child, I’m an adult. Ever since we got our miracle I’ve tried so hard to give back to the world. Why out of all people did I deserve a miracle? Instead, I’ve been so focused on the miracle that, now that it’s gone, I can see clearly. Mi familia, they are the most important thing. Not the candle, mi familia. So truly, I’m so sorry Mirabel. I don’t deserve forgiveness yet, but I’ll do my best.” Abuela says as her hand glides against the current. Mirabel looks over to Abuela and pulls her into a hug.

“I could never stay mad at you, of course, I forgive you. You’re mi Abuela, you’re one of the bravest women I’ve ever met.”

“Gracias Mirabel, you’re too kind.” They break from the hug as Bruno jumps through the bushes with a horse, and jumps off.

“Don’t blame her! I gave her a vision-” he says before his mami pulls him into a hug.

“Oh mi Brunito, I missed you. I’m so sorry I pushed you away.” She says as she squeezes him tightly. He wheezes, 

“I think I missed something.” He smiles sheepishly as all three of them jump on the horse.

“Mirabel! Mija I was so worried!” Julietta exclaimed as she pulled Mirabel into a tight hug. 

“Lo siento Mami,” Mirabel says while muffled by her mother’s arms. The familia gathers, happy that Mirabel was found and the entire familia was together. After Mirabel was released from Julietta’s death grip, Antonio jumped on her, Mirabel caught him and hugged him as well. From behind the horse came both Abuela and Bruno. Julietta and Pepa both look to see their brother, Pepa goes up to him first and slaps him in the face, and then pulls him into a hug.

“Don’t you ever do that again pendejo,” she says. Bruno awkwardly hugs her back.

“Lo siento hermana..” he says, not sure if she’s happy he’s back or angry he left. Pepa let him go and then Julietta hugged him as well.

“Welcome back hermano,” Julietta says.When the familia was reunited they realized they needed to figure out a plan as to where they were staying, and how they were going to rebuild their home. Despite earlier events, the townspeople all came to help including the Guzmans. Multiple people had guestrooms for the family to stay, Senora Gabriela had two guestrooms that Mirabel and Bruno took, the Garcias had a guest room that Julietta and Agustin stayed in, the Lopeses had one spare bedroom with two beds that both Isabella and Luisa too, the Guzmans had two extra guest rooms, which Pepa and Felix shared one, while Antonio took the other, Lastly the Gomezes had two extra bedrooms that Dolores and Camilo stayed in. The family was really grateful to all the townspeople, but they insisted because the Madrigals had helped them so much over the years. Plans were made for the next day of clearing the rubble from the area, while also planning out the blueprints for the Casita. That night though, the Madrigals got some much-needed sleep, at least most of them. Mirabel couldn’t sleep no matter how hard she tried, despite the apology from her Abuela, which she was elated about, her negative thoughts still flooded her brain. It was almost as if they got worse. Did she deserve to be apologized to? Does she deserve forgiveness? The more she lay in a bed that was not her own, the louder the thoughts became.

[weaverpop]

Blue Flower au!

Continuation of this.

So wholesome right? Li Jing wants to be a grandad, Nezha is a panicked but excited father, and things couldn’t go wrong. Nezha won’t make the same mistakes his father made, right?

He doesn’t. But he does make different ones.

Li Jing LOVES Baby Qing in the same way Encanto’s Abuela loved Isabella. Qing is not only NAMED after Jing, but as he grows, the resemblance is uncanny. The few things Qing actually gets from his ‘mama’ are is face shape (chubby) and his short stature. Everything else? All Jing.

And Nezha loves his son. He does. But he just… can’t help but to feel sad sometimes. He sees the way Jing interacts with Qing, and just feels overwhelmingly sad and angry and hurt. He’s jealous, weather or not he realizes it, and that kind of taints some of their interactions.

Nezha would never hurt Qing intentionally. He never lays a hand on him. But he is a lot harder on Qing then he is any future siblings Qing has. It’s waved away as Qing being the oldest. But as Qing gets older, he notices.

It doesn’t help that Jing, despite how far he’s come, still has a long way to go. Remember encanto’s Abuela and Isabella situation? That’s what ends up happening.

Qing is Jing’s favorite, and that is not a good thing.

[mirrorworldangel]

ANGEL I JUST READ "THE TALE OF TWO DARLANS" AND I CAME HERE A S A P (btw this will have SPOILERS bc I read it on my main and I'm too scared to comment there bc I don't have a side account there༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ)

Not gonna lie, when I first saw the title I thought "huh, what a coincidence", and then I saw the author and brother the whiplash that I received I have so many thoughts about your writing!!!!

1) Stan and Ford being cute to eachother absolutely warmed my heart, take all my money

2) Ford having a shotgun under Darlan's crib (which is expected of him lmao, and also how he's protective of his baby and his love AAAAAA)

3) Aster, just-- Aster in general holy shit. Absolute mamas boy (and with reason, the poor guy). His design?? His powers?? His name meaning?? Can completely comprehend the man's hatred and want for vengeance, you go king (but even I felt bad for our Ford lmao. And also, him watching Ford in the hospital???? The attention to detail)

4) Cleopatra, absolute queen, we stan, I'm so curious about her!! Where did she come from?? How did Aster met her???

5) just one word: MAMA (I don't even know who you are - and I desperately want to!!!! - but I love you. Protective of Stan pines????? Me too queen, me too)

6) Also, are Aster's six green eyes a reference to the "Never Human Au" or is it just based on his appearance of Ford (individually, both are amazing details/references)

7) also the reference to A Tale of Two Stans??? You were absolutely COOKING with this one. The wait was definitely worth it!!! I'm so curious about what more do you have about them or if you will write about them, whatever you want to do I will inhale the shit out of it

Amazing and beautiful work as always Angel :) so excited to see what else you have planned (but also take your time if you need!!!) 🩵🩵

I'm glad that you got your gift and it got me giggling with excitement when I see the notifications! I understand that you can't comment at AO3 if you don't have a second account, but I don't mind about it.

So let me help you answer some questions:

1) I want some more Stan and Ford fluffy as parents, so at times like this I gotta do things by myself hahaha! 🤣

2) Ford already being an overprotective parent, of course he's gonna have a weapon hidden in every corner of the house that he can quickly get access to during dangerous moments. Dude got literally 5 legal guns and maybe 20 more illegally.

3) Aster is the very first OC child that I've been thinking off for a while before I met both of you and @muchmallows . This man works at a local bookstore/library has a favourite black Stenton cowboy hat when going out to town, which annoys Ford a lot. Due to inbreeding, however, he has a weak heart condition.

As stated in the story, Aster was born sometime after the portal incident and was solely raised by Stan with the help of Abuela with Soos as his adopted sibling. As soon as he graduated high school, he joined the military and became part of the Special Forces during the Afghanistan war for several years until his injury in the right eye put him in honourable discharge.

He is very efficient in any weaponry, but he prefers knives over guns. Less noisier when taking down enemies. So during their custody escape, Aster went on a war crime massacre spree hacking off soldier after soldier giving Stan enough time to get the twins and opened the portal to bring Ford home.

But it was not all rainbows. His parents were constantly fighting and Ford constantly threatening to kick Stan out, until Stan ended up suffering a heart attack and fell into a coma. He became hostile towards Ford after that without any mercy but only act civil just for the sake of the kids.

When Weirdmageddon broke out, he was visiting Stan at the hospital, where he died from a broken heart. It was at the moment he made contact with Mama and with her help, she is able to get past the barrier and ends Weirdmageddon by sending both Ford and Bill into the Dark Forest, since the ritual is considered null when Stan died.

After Weirdmageddon is over, he passes over the Mystery Shack ownership to Soos and leaves Gravity Falls after the funeral and the twins went back home, advising them to never part from one another like what his parents did.

He spends the rest of his life travelling the multiverse as a mercenary, hunting down Fords that hurt their Stans. Consider him as the Deathstroke of this au.

4) Cleopatra the six-eyed Devon Rex is his beloved pet companion that he raised since it was a kitten. He found her while he was at the town getting groceries. According to the Kitten Distribution rule, once a kitten sticks to you, they own you. Plus, she's a useful mascot to the business and the family's darling sweetheart pet (except Ford).

So the AU Ford would really have a Vietnam flashback when he sees Darlan bring home a six-eyed kitten and is very torn about it, but in the end he became the parent that spoils the pet rotten just like Stan did with Waddles.

5) And Mama - the elusive being that Aster made a contract with. Most of her contractors refer to her as Mama, but that's not her real name. If asked, she reveals her middle name is Evangeline and that's it.

Originally from a world that has now been absorbed into the Void, she is one of the many beings that reside in the lightless realm and the ruler of the Dark Forest (for clearer understanding see the Dark Forest theory), a territory of brambles, briar thorns, snow and beasts that evolved itself to survive against each other.

She is know to stalk her targets that she pities and favours due to the target's unfavourable circumstances, no matter the age, befriending them and caring for all of their needs and loving them unconditionally, whispering promises of happiness and love before she whisks them away, mostly resulting in the target's death. She desires not for power, domination; but love and family.

Unlike Bill who needs a portal to enter another dimension, she can travel easily through the shadows, though she requires a partial sacrifice (a drop of blood is enough) to officially cemented her presence physically.

She is rarely found in human history and myths because she is very much likes her privacy, but can be hinted through lullabies and urban legends.

If Bill Cipher is both a god and a demon, therefore she is both a goddess and an angel; his polar opposite. If fire is his element, then water is hers.

The rose mark tattoo on Darlan's neck is the sign of her claim over him, it acts as a conduit for him to utilise her powers but at the same time restrains him with a briar collar to keep him in line from acting irrationally.

6) Aster's six eyes scene is inspired from the many fanarts of Bill possessing Ford. I extensively checked which eye represents Bill during this moment and most artists depict Bill's eye is on the right.

The loss of right eye is also symbolic to Aster, signaling of his sacrifice to sate his revenge against Ford and that he has nothing else to lose when the only person that matters to him is dead.

So if you do a half-and-half image of the possessed Ford and Stan/Aster, Bill represents the right side while Mama represents the left.

7) I always struggled with thinking for the perfect titles to my stories, that title was a last minute because I want to upload it immediately 😅

I really want to see how Aster interacts with the other AUs of Stan and Ford with their kids (no doubt Aster would be nice to them, except Ford, he will have problems with any Fords). Doesn't matter if it's art or fanfic, I'll always deliver!

And thank you as always, Ilumi and Mallows for all of your inspiration. I'll try to divide my time wisely when I work on my art projects! If you need to ask more about them, you know what to do!

[thequeenofthedisneyverse]

My version of the Tainted Miracle Au

Isabela, she started out as the tomboy of the family, loved playing in mud, pulling flowers out from the root to give to her mama, reading about all kinds of plants, etc.

Alma, however, wanted the girl to be more girly so when she became four, she started teaching the girl how to do more feminine things. The miracle didn't know that was going to be a problem but knew what her gift was going to be and blessed with the gift of creating beautiful plants of all kinds.

By the time Mirabel came along she was turning into a perfect feminine version of the tomboy she used to be. But being only eleven, she still tried to hold her childish nature and play with her younger sisters and primos.

But whenever she got too rough or messy, she gets scolded.

"Isabela! You got your dress dirty, the seamstress didn't custom tailor it for you to treat it like that."

After Mirabel got her gift, which was crystal, glass, and diamond creation. She was forced into the perfection role with Isabela being tasked to teach Mirabel what she knows.

At eight Mirabel noticed Camilo, Luisa, and Dolores didn't nearly get as much praise as She and Isabela did. so, she started helping them. She started making cute accessories and dresses (or at least attempted it) for Luisa to wear around town. Same for Camilo and Dolores.

She taught her primos and hermana how to walk agile, how to sit straight, and keep a smile. Dolores wasn't really all for it but tried her best. People would often ask for certain types of jewelry or just about anything made of glass or crystal. So, she would have Camilo, Dolores, and Luisa help her mail them around town if they would be in the area.

Camilo would model as Mirabel's manniquin when it came to Mirabel making clothes for the family. Alma saw this and in turn, gave him praise for helping her "Chica Diamante Perfecta"

They would also help Isabela with mailing certain flowers to certain homes or just give them to people when Isabela handed them the flowers to pass out.

They all would get praise for helping Mirabel and Isabela out…but this took a turn. It was expectant for them to be pretty and helpful just like Mirabel and Isabela.

Camilo could no longer slouch over or do boyish things. He was now supposed to help Mira, be a perfect babysitter (in other words mother), respectful, clean, and eat a normal portion of food.

Luisa was now supposed to handle herself with grace when doing chores in town. No running, no dirtying clothes that Mirabel made for you, head up, back straight, swift movements.

Dolores was now actually forced to socialize and "not be seen as rude" because she used to stay in her room too much. Earmuffs (that look like stylish earpieces) are mandatory for her if she has to socialize, luckily Mirabel made her some cute earmuffs for her to wear.

Overtime Isabela wasn't liking the attention being taken away from her and became distant. In her mind, they were all taking away her chance at becoming a Matriarch and making abuela proud.

Oh! New idea! Alma constantly holds the "you might become the future candle holder if you keep this up" trophy over them.

The other grandkids picked up hobbies to appease Alma. Camilo: Baking, sewing, and painting. Dolores: Writing, crafting, and ballet. Luisa: kindergarten volunteer, candle making, and knitting.

"H- Here you go Abuela, strawberry buñuelo's just how you like them" Camilo handed Alma the cookies. In return he got a thank you but he still couldn't help but doubt. Was it enough? should I make more? I hope they were decorated good enough…please be proud

When Antonio is born and grows up, he's still the same shy kid. But Alma, having five other perfect grandchildren, is teaching him how to be just like them after his ceremony.

Antonio (let's say two years after his ceremony), is started to mimic his siblings and primas behavior.

"I have to be mature, sit up straight, don't get dirty, help the town, be polite, become the future matriarch and make abuela proud"

Everything was fine, until Isabela's wedding day. just before she walks down the aisle, her whole life of suffering flashes before her eyes…and she snaps at the realization that her life wasn't her own.

she ran all the way from the church and to Casita. goes for the candle to snuff it out and fails, ending up getting shocked and scarred by it.

She figured she had enough time to write a letter to her primas and hermanas on what happened. Writing everything she could as fast as she could and left it in Mirabel's room marked as "Hermana's and primo's eyes only."

"To mi hermanas and primos, I'm so sorry I've been so distant with you and mean to you. Alma just molded me into something she wanted me to be since my ceremony day. She told me that if I stayed strong, independent, and perfect that I'll one day be a matriarch…like she told all of you. She stole my youth, stole yours, and is going to steal Antonio's youth if we let her…get the candle. It gave me scars but maybe, if you bide your time and plan correctly, you'll get the candle without it hurting you and maybe she'll listen to you. if not…destroy it, it's obviously the only thing she cares about if she doesn't want to hear your pain"

One after one, they all tried to reason with her...and ended up scarred and in a donkey barn...plotting the demise of the remaining madrigal adults, especially Alma's.

Additional info:

What about their parents?

What about Bruno?

What happened to Bruno?

How does Alma treat Julieta and Pepa?

Just a little insight on how messed up the kids really are in the au

Mannerisms

Designs and relationships

Playlist

Battle with own mind

Future outfits

See this version of Isabela's villain song as all the madrigal grandkids villain song.

@toaverse

[yellowcry]

Hey, hey hey! Mamaluisa au!

So, this time grownups actually found a vision

Abuela, worried for magic, started to discuss an idea of putting Mirabel on adoption with other adults. They didn't plan to let the kids know, but Luisa walked out of her room at the middle of the night for some reason and accidentally overheard it.

She was not having it

Seeing how her parents didn't protect Mirabel enough, she got mad and was like "You want to give Mirabel to other parents? Okay, well, she's my daughter now"

And Luisa meant what she said. She'd already act like somehow a parental figure for her sister, but now? She claims Mirabel as her own daughter and takes care of her, making sure that Mira is fed, dressed and other stuff. Of course, soon enough Mirabel starts to call her 'mama'. And Luisa squeaks like a puppy when it happens for the first time. She probably comes to the parent meetings and includes Mirabel in the family. Alma thinks that Luisa is being childish. The rest of the family has no idea of what's going on anymore

[row-boats3]

A piece I wrote in like 20 minutes because I have Encanto brain-rot and I started thinking of how Mirabel got her “gift” in a Celebrity!Madrigals AU

……..

Mirabel returned home sluggishly, tossing her bag to the couch as soon as she crossed through the door of their home.

Unsurprisingly, the house was empty.

Mama had gone to an interview for her new cook-book, dragging Papa with her as even with her collected front she hated doing interviews alone. Tia Pepa was working hard on recording her next album with Tio Felix. Dolores was at a meeting for her cover art, Luisa at training for the athletic event, and Camilo at a table read for a new, exclusive movie he wasn’t allowed to tell her about yet.

Even Senorita perfecta Isabela would be welcome right now, but she was out too, negotiating a contract with a new, up-and-coming fashion boutique.

Once again, ordinary Mirabel was left alone as her extraordinary family won over the hearts of the public.

It wasn’t like Mirabel resents them for it.

(Well, maybe she did - just a little - but she really didn’t mean to.)

Mirabel loved her family more than anything, and they loved her. She knew her family loved her, they showed it every day. They were just so busy with interviews, and work, and fans, and fame.

(And yeah, maybe things have been tough for a couple years since Camilo had started getting serious acting work. Maybe Abuela was starting to pressure Mirabel, or asking her why she hadn’t started working on something impressive like her sisters or cousins. Maybe Mirabel felt just a tiny bit alone every time her parents, or sisters, or cousins were too busy to ask about her day or help with homework. That didn’t mean they loved her any less, right?

Right?)

She turned the TV on, just to drown out the silence of the apartment. It landed on an old rerun of a talk-show from last week, an interview of Dolores quietly teasing her new album. Mirabel left in on, the familiar voice always calming.

There she was, home alone, given full range of the top floor apartment building her family owned.

She was was wholly, completely, unequivocally bored.

With nothing better to do, she decided to actually do some homework, pulling out notebooks of her bag and flipping to the next clean page of her math one. Her eyes wandered, smiling at the paper.

Just before it was a page full of doodles from when she got bored in class, all symbols important to her family. Herbs for Mama, A thunderbolt (the name of Tia Pepa’s first solo album), a chameleon for Camilo, Flowers for Isabela who always said she wanted to be a florist before modeling took off. Beside the individual drawing had been a smaller sketch, the markings inside a pair of pants.

Mirabel paused.

She glanced down at her own, suddenly very plain skirt.

Her private school had many rules on dress code - no colored hair, uniform below the knees, black shoes.

They said nothing against modifying the turquoise uniform, did they?

In a sudden moment of weakness and ADHD hyperfixation, the teen shot up. Papa kept some extra sowing supplies in the back of his closet, didn’t he?

Somewhat quickly, with only a small fight with a jacket, she’d gotten the sowing kit and changed clothes to pull her skirt over her lap.

She sowed, carefully working the needle in and out of the fabric in a focus she’d never had before.

So often, she was “the other Madrigal”, the boring one, the child left to herself. So, if she had to be plain Mirabel, the least she could do was have a not-so-plain skirt.

Two weeks full of lonesome days passed by thanks to that needle and thread before the skirt was done, and she was no longer so plain.

She had no idea almost a year and a half after that, she sold her first fashion design, catapulting herself from ordinary Mirabel into the spotlight as one of the Magnificent Madrigals.

[brumiramybeloathed]

They Both Leave AU Snippet 7

"Veronica, are you sure you want to do this?" Anna asked as she tied off and cut the final string.

Mirabel held her dress up and examined it with a critical eye. It was without a lot of embellishment and embroidery and looked very plain compared to some dresses she has made, but it was a brilliant white and looked exactly how Mirabel wanted it to.

"Yes, Anna, I am sure. Bruno is a wonderful man."

"Mija, he is so much older than you, I am worried."

"I know, Anna. But he is respectful of me, has helped me financially without asking for anything in return, and I would gain my own family. He is a good man."

"Aye, he is a good man, but is he the right man for you? Or is he just the only man you know?"

Mirabel pauses ever so slightly at this. It is something she's wondered. How different would things be if both Bruno and herself had grown up with a proper community?

"I've asked myself that question too, Anna."

Anna pulls Mirabel close and kisses her forehead. "Aye, Veronica, you are brilliant and would shine brightly if you stretched your wings just a little bit further."

She pulls away slightly to look Mirabel in the eyes. "If he is who you chose, I will not stop you and I will be here for you in any way you need me. Veronica, mija, I only ask that you consider if Bruno is who you really want or if he's the only one in your life right now providing what you need."

"I will, Anna," Mirabel smiles gently, touched by the older woman's concern and love for her.

"Now, I believe we need to make the future groom's suit?"

The rest of the afternoon is filled with planning and jokes and wedding planning, but the question Anna asked haunts Mirabel's mind, joining the chorus of questions that comes out at night, when there is nothing else to distract her. Did Mirabel make the right decision in leaving the Encanto? Did Mirabel make the right decision in deciding to stop in Santa Laura? What if she hadn't left? What if Bruno hadn't left? Where would Mirabel be if she had made different choices?

She has no Miracle, no Abuela, no hermana major, no Mama, no Papa, no anyone to tell her if she messed up. Just her own thoughts going round and round and round, wondering at the possibilities and morality of her own choices. And now she had one more question to add to the mix.

Is the reason she loves Bruno because he is the only one to actually take care of her in the way she needed?

[disneyanddisneyships]

Family Reunion

Alastor x OC Human AU

Summary: Lilly takes Alastir to her family reunion.

Warnings: Google translate Spanish. Pls no hate if any of it is wrong-. Not proofread.

@gyubby99

Alastor sat on the plane, lost in thought as he looked blankly at the seat in front of him. He had grabbed a book, trying to find some sort of entertainment, only for his mind to start wandering.

Lilly was next to him in the window seat, gladly looking out with headphones on, excited to see her family.

Gabriel, Lilly's brother, sat in the aisle seat, fast asleep and snoring so loud, alastor couldn't hear himself think.

Lilly's parents, Charles and Deborah Carlton sat behind the group, watching a movie on the computer they had brought.

Alastor wasn't a fan of computers... he hated new technology... in fact, he was working on getting a promotion at the local radio studio he worked at. He wanted to be one of the voices behind it, not just someone who figured out how it worked and did what he was told. He was 28. he had time.

Alastor glanced over to his girlfriend. She would be 20 in a few months and alasgor was excited.

The two had met at a rehab facility he volunteered at from time to time. She was a patient.

She told him that she had lost a baby from her abusive ex and then went down a spiral doing drugs before her best friend ultimately dragged her to the rehab center.

Alastor took an interest in her and after a year, the two began dating.

However, he had only met her parents. On this trip, he was going to be meeting her entire family... that made him a bit nervous.

.......

When the plane landed they all made their way to where they would be staying.

The giant house full of people all of whom were related to his girlfriend.

"¡oh Dios mío! ¡mis bebés! ¡Qué bueno veros, queridos! ¡Oh, deja que te mire!" A friendly woman ranted as she ran out of the house.

"Hola abuela!" Lilly replied with a smile.

"Hola abuela!" Gabriel replied as the woman hugged both he and Lilly tightly.

"Mama! ¡te extrañamos! ¿cómo están todos?" Debirah asked as she gave her mother a hug.

Alastor stood there, not knowing a single word they said other than bits and pieces he remembered from high school Spanish class.

Charles nudged him before leaning down to whisper, "I don't understand most of it either. Deborah's mother is really nice about it. Don't worry,"

Alastor let out a breath and waited patiently to be introduced.

Lilly put a hand on her grandmother's shoulder, turning her attention to Alastor.

"Abuela, hay alguien que quiero que conozcas. Este es Alastor, mi novio," Aponinspoke in Spanish with a smile.

"Pleasure to meet you!" Alastir exclaimed, putting his hand out for the woman to shake.

But instead he was met with a giant hug that was so tight, he could've sworn he had died for a moment.

"¡Oh, es un placer conocerte, joven! Aponi speaks well of you!" the woman exclaimed.

"A-uh.. A-aponi?" Alastir asked, confused.

"Ohhhh it's a native American word! It means butterfly! She's always been our bright little butterfly! ¿No es así, hermosa niña?" The woman exclaimed, pinching Lilly's cheeks.

Alastor stifled a giggle at the blush that crept up on her face.

"Abuela, por favor! Not in front of alastor!" She complained before her abuela laughed and let her go.

"Well, come now, you have rooms! And then the reunion is on at 4!" The woman exclaimed as she walked into her house.

Alastor looked around the house. It was big. Big enough to fit two families. Maybe three if people bunked up. However, it was still full of life. Even thought it was empty.

"May I ask, where is everyone?" Alastor asked.

"Ohh! Most are outside setting up! Don't think we won't put you to work!" Lilly's abuela replied.

Alastor smiled to himself. She was quite spritely for an old woman.

......

Gabriel, Charles and Deborah had been bunked together, no suprise considering there would most likely be a lot of people who were coming..

However, Lilly and Alastor got their own room.

"Make sure to have lots of fun, ai?" Abuela exclaimed.

"Abuela! Dios mio! We're not even married!" Lilly exclaimed with a blush.

"Aiiii you're already almost 20, niña! You need a good stable husband with some kids!" Abuela replied.

Alastor gulped nervously, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

"Abuela, I-" Lilly was cut off by abuela shushing her.

"Unpack your things, dear. Meet us down in 10 minutes!" Abuela exclaimed as she made her way downstairs.

Lilly groaned. "I am SO sorry...." she muttered.

"Its alright, darling! If my mother were still here, she would act the same!" Alastor replied with a genuine smile before taking their suitcases and placing them in The room.

.........

10 minutes passed and Alastor and Lilly walked down to help set up.

Everything looked wonderful, from the table cloths to the food.

"Is that my Pequeña lirio?!" A voice came from behind Alastor and Lilly.

Lilly turned around.

"Tiá Dahlia! Hola!" Lilly exclaimed with a large smile as she hugged her.

"You're so tall, niña!!! And so skinny! Have they been feeding you at that rehab center? Is it good food? Do they let you pick your own spices?" Dahlia asked as she looked Lilly up and down.

"Tiá, I've been out of the rehab center for 2 months!" Lilly replied.

Dahlia's attention turned to alastor.

"And who is this tall drink of water?" She asked.

"Tiá, this is my boyfriend, Alastor," Lilly replied.

"Nice to meet you my dear!" He exclaimed, holding his hand out only to once again be swept into a hug too tight for his liking.

"Welcome to the family, niño!!" She exclaimed before pulling away.

Alastor took a breath.

This would be a long day.

[casitafallz]

LRTL AU | Uncertain pathways

Mirabel didn’t regret punching Camilo.

Sure she hurt herself, and that was perhaps karma for doing so given she rarely let herself use violence as means of resolving frustrations. She was not a violent person by nature but the fact Camilo was being both stubborn and self-righteously dense in his belief, it was worth it.

She had thought his mood towards her older sister was more from a place of protection given what had happened but… it seemed now that had grown to outright hate for the sake of it. Not for her benefit. Not for her safety.

Now all of that could have cost her her sister and her Sobrino.

The notion of Isabela having a baby still was…novel to her. A baby boy as well as another sense of unexpected joy as well. She was eager to see the baby and hold him and love him but… not this soon. Camilo had put her unborn nephew at risk…when he didn’t need to.

Was this messier than what Isa did to her?

Mirabel liked to think so. At least only her was in danger that time… and at least Isa actually was remorseful about it too.

A baby was thrown into the risk beside Isa’s overall health and Camilo couldn’t seem to care less, which, Mirabel thought was worse in comparison. Isa seemed to have…learned. Not Camilo. Why was this such a horrible contrast between her family?

Why did this have to happen again?

“You okay, Mija?” Her mother’s voice was soft.

Mirabel looked up and smiled softly as her mother sat down beside her, taking her hand and gently rubbing over the bruise that still lingered there with her thumb. Mirabel had declined her mother’s food for the time being; it felt good to have it.

“Si, Mami.”

Julieta sighed deeply, “I’m sorry.”

Mirabel looked at her in surprise, “For what?”

Julieta paused for a moment, “I’ve been….far more absent in all of your lives than I realized when I…shouldn’t have. Kept you from…your sister.”

Oh.

Mirabel’s eyes dropped from her face to her knuckle again. She hadn’t…overly noticed too much. Her mother had been quiet and tired but Mirabel had put that to stress more than anything.

“Are you okay now, Ma?”

Her mother didn’t answer right away, her gaze not meeting her eyes. “I will be. It’s… a lot I’m working through emotionally.”

Mirabel’s eyes furrowed in concern. “You can talk to me, you know, Mama.”

Julieta smiled, leaning forwards and kissed her cheek. “I know, but some things are still for adults. You’ve been through a lot and…your Abuelita’s is brutally blunt.”

The concern didn’t feel any less, but she supposed that… maybe her mother had a way to handle whatever was troubling her. “So…” Mirabel opted to change the topic, “I’m gonna be a Tia. You’re gonna be an Abuela.” She grinned, “Are you gonna be called Abuela Julieta or just Abuela?” she nudged her a little as she spoke,

Julieta’s face froze a little. “I’m going to be an Abuela….” Her voice was faint.

Mirabel’s smile faded a little, “Si, Mama. Abuela gonna be Bisabulea.” She gave her mother a soft look, “I thought Papa told you.”

Julieta blinked for a moment then nodded, “I…he did.” Her voice went a little higher, “I just…didn’t think too much about it…what it could mean.”

And now, Mirabel realized she had probably poked a hornet’s nest. Still, she supposed her mother would have had to come to terms with it sooner or later. More so sooner so she could help when the baby’s ready to be born.

“Hm, and Pa’s gonna be an Abuelo.” Mirabel chuckled. “I’ve already made the baby a hat. Of course, before I knew it was a boy, it was neutral colors. I’m not sure if Isa’s opened the present yet. She’s probably waiting for later. I plan to make a little blue knitted one now.” She could already think up a few designs. The knot hat was cute but now, she could make it personal. She bet Isa would definitely appreciate that.

“Oh…” Julieta huffed out deeply, “We’re going to have to sort out a lot…”

“I’m sure Abuelita’s got it sorted, I doubt Isa’s gonna just move back to Casita for the space when Camilo can’t get his head out of his—“

Julieta groaned softly, interrupting her. “Right… we need to get the mess with Camilo sorted.”

“What? You thought Isa would move back on the basis of the baby? After…all the shit she’d been put through?” After what she had been put through as well? But Mirabel didn’t mention that part. She did…like the space and it was comfortable; Abuelita was right to have Isa live away but… she didn’t want Isa to be unwelcome. Casita should still be her home.

But now, she supposed it was going to be the worse place for her to be: Camilo and his attitude problem, but also now Parce. She hadn’t seen what sort of damage had been done but... it was done.

“I…wasn’t thinking.” Julieta moved, standing up. “You’re Tia’s too on the defenses about Camilo.. I’ll need to have another talk with her.”

“Didn’t Tia throw a storm at Tio?” Sure, the rain had tapered off now but it had picked up rather harshly again. She hadn’t clocked onto what the issues were besides seeing Tio Felix leave his and Tia’s room in a huff but…she supposed that it made sense Tia was more on Camilo’s side. Camilo was a mama’s boy.

Annoyingly so.

“I’m…not going to get into the middle of their affairs.”

Clearly knowledge with experience, Mirabel noted so she left it at that. Antonio’s door opened, and the flurry of animals thumped across the balcony before both their heads turned and watched as the 5 year old hurriedly excitedly with his armload of paper.

“Mirabel, Let’s go visit Isa!”

  -

Abuelito had been the one to stay with her, as Isa lay in the clinic’s temporary bedding so she happily laid to rest, letting him talk and navigate a one-sided conversation, the distinct tobacco smell off his clothes seemed oddly comforting as well as he knitted. His smoking habits had seemed to return a little more, it seemed. 

Bella kept popping her head in often, giving her food and water, even a few new pills of vitamins and some she knew were simply to keep the baby healthy and to destress her. She didn’t see a fault in that; she wanted to keep the baby in as long as it needed.

“Have you thought of a name?” Abuelito asked, “I’m almost finished. All I need is the initials.”

Isabela didn’t raise her head, though she smiled softly as she looked at his work. It was beautiful, mostly a shell pattern across but while it was most indigo blue, it seemed to gradient off into white with almost a lacy patterned edging. She had watched at work and even tried herself but this was still stunning to watch him finish up the last corner so easily and quickly.

“Since we know it’s a boy…. I wanted to ask if I could call him Dante, after Tio Dante.” Isabela raised her head, noting how he seemed to pause with his wool though he nodded softly.

“I see.”

“I don’t have to, it’s just an idol thought. If it was a girl, I was gonna call her Dahlia, after the flower.” Isabela didn’t necessarily backtrack but she didn’t want to push any buttons. “I had planned to talk to Fran about them earlier.”

“I think… your Abuelita should be the one to ask. I’m okay with it, if that’s what you want to name him.” Abuelito remarked softly, gently cut the line. “If you stick with a D as a first name, then I can put the initials in now.”

Isabela snorted softly. “I suppose. There’s always Danilo or…Diego… or Dominic.”

A pleasant silence settled between them though she watched as he pulled his kit closer and treaded up a large needle with white wool and began to gently start stitching.

But, the peace didn’t last long before the door opened and—

“Isa!” Antonio’s voice was sharp, echoing loudly into the small room, Abuelito slipped with the needle and stabbed himself in the finger

“Indoor voices, Toñito!” Mirabel’s voice was soft, quickly catching up before the kid.

Isa blinked in surprise, sitting up swiftly though hissed sharply as the movement pulled at her injuries.

Antonio, a little oblivious, hurried in full of excitement and dumped his little armload of paper onto the side of her bed and all over the floor.

“Oh no.” Antonio didn’t look put off, bending down out of her line of sight and began to pick them back up. “Sorry! I spilled them. I’ll pick them up!” He declared.

Isa watched him for a moment before wordlessly glancing to Mirabel who seemed to watch him with a fondness.

“He spent a good portion of the afternoon on these.” Mirabel started off, “Didn’t you, Toñito?”

“Yes, well why not?” Antonio’s head popped up, looking very hopeful. “I’m very, very, very, very sorry about Parce, Isa. I made your cards to help you get better and…and I hope I gets first holds of the baby!”

Isa’s eyes flickered down to the sheets though the sense of bewilderness hadn’t entirely left her, she found herself pulling a few pieces of crude child drawings towards her.

Clearly, he had put a lot of effort into them, mostly stick figures, a few animals, balls with faces in the spidery hands of what she assumed was her holding the baby with him next to her, then there were a few just of animals—probably gotten side-tracked in his drawings and reverted back to his interests.

“Can you find her the card?” Mirabel guided.

Antonio’s curls bounced swiftly as he nodded then began to look through.

Isabela watched though…she couldn’t say she had interacted too much with Antonio at all…ever really. In passing it had been brief but they were otherwise so...different. Not to mention the sixteen years between them didn’t make it all too easy to talk with the kid.

Still, she’d humor him. She had to get better with kids if she was going to be having her own soon.

“Abuelito!” Mirabel finally noticed their grandparent, moving off to hug him.

“Ah, Mirabel.” Abuelito pulled his bleeding thumb from his mouth, gently coming to allow a soft hug. “It’s good to see you.”

“Is that a baby blanket?” Mirabel got distracted as she noticed his work.

“Here it is!” Antonio pulled her attention away as the two began to talk and gush about the baby’s presence. In his hands, he held out a single folded piece of paper, again one with a drawing on the front before she took it with a soft smile and carefully set it down to open it up.

To Isabella

I aM VeRy SoorrRy AboT ParCce.

CaMillO iS StuPid HeaD.

LoTs oF LovE

AnTonio

It was very rough and it seemed at least he had written it himself; not Tia Pepa writing in for him given the spelling and mishap of letters that were spread unevenly across the page but…she did

“Do you like it?” Antonio asked nervously, “I spelled and writed it all myself.”

“I can tell.” Isabela gently folded it shut, “Thank you, it’s a very….thoughtful card.” She answered.

Antonio lit up happy. “Does it mean you’ll let me hold the baby after you’ve done cooking it?”

Isabela leaned back onto her injured side, and patted the space available for him to clamber up on. Antonio didn’t hesitate to climb but she could see he was being very careful not to touch her. Probably worried. His eyes lingered on her arm for a longer moment which dampened his excited face as he settled, letting his feet swing off the side.

“We’ll have to see when he’s born, okay?”

“he? It’s a boy baby?”

Isabela nodded, “So far, Si.”

“Yay! I won’t be the youngest boy in the family for much longer!” He clapped his hands, “how long until he’s done?”

Isa sucked in a thoughtful breath, “Hopefully… as long as no one stressed me out too much, another two months.”

“Two months?!” he looked shocked, “But you’re not fat enough to be this far done!”

“Antonio!” Mirabel gasped as Isabela snorted.

“What?” Antonio looked at her innocently and confused, “I thought babies make women fatter when it’s near born? Señora Gutiérrez is really, really big!”

“Señora Gutiérrez is carrying twins, Toñito!” Mirabel flushed pink, “Isa, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Isabela waved off the apology though she couldn’t but be amused at his innocent antics. He probably had no idea about how babies to made outside passing remarks and passive observation.

“So? One baby would make her half as fat. Wouldn’t Isa be bigger if she had a baby in her belly when it’s only 2 months away?” he frowned at her stomach, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s okay,” Isa hesitantly patted his back, “It’s still there, and just… something I inherited from my Abuela’s side of the family. Mirabel and Luisa also have the same potential to have a very hidden baby when they have children.”

“Wait, we do?” That caught Mirabel’s attention, she turned to Abuelito swiftly “We do?!”

“You’re not dating anyone, you don’t need to worry.” Abuelito assured, “Your Abuelita did mention telling you about it, did she not?”

“I didn’t think me or Luisa were part of that! Oh, we’re all gonna have to be so careful!” Mirabel nervously chewed on her nails for a second, “At least you’re right. I’m not seeing anyone. I can wait…..probably until I’m twenty to think about dating...”

As Mirabel continued to mumble, Isa turned back to Antonio.

“So…there’s a whole baby in there?” He pointed a finger to her belly.

“Si.”

Antonio stared down at the belly still, clearly trying to understand, looking like he wanted to prod her stomach to be certain.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

Isa sighed though gently took his hand and pressed it to the most prominent place of contact. It took a few seconds until she felt a flutter that hit in that area before Antonio pulled his hand away.

“Ew.”

“Toñito, that was the baby.” Mirabel chuckled, “You know, you used to do that as well in your Mami’s belly. We could even see your elbow or even foot as well every time you moved and kicked”

Antonio looked a little horrified. “How did I end up in Mama’s belly to do that?!”

“Why don’t you ask your Mami all about that?” Isa suggested slyly. “She knows all about how babies are made.”

“Isa…” Mirabel gave her a look.

“What? He’s going to ask sooner or later. Would you rather he asked his animals like Parce how they make babies?” She liked to think she had a point and was innocent but if anything she was feeling that Tia Pepa could do with a distraction.

“Wait, Parce knows too?” Antonio perked up at the prospect of learning from other sources.

“You know what, why don’t we go and visit your mother,” Mirabel hopped off the chair but surprisingly, Abuelito got there first by folding up the blanket and was on his feet before she could take a step forwards

“Actually, may I join you? I need to talk to your Abuela as well.”

“Are you sure?” Mirabel spoke, looking a little concerned, “It’s… a little tense at Casita.”

Isa raised her head a little at that but…it felt oddly nice to hear it. Were they upset about what happened? Mirabel seemed very upset and Antonio so… it seemed she at least had some people in her corner.

It really shouldn’t have come to her getting mauled for that really…though she was glad Mirabel seemed willing to stay in the room with her, even if it wasn’t the first time. She still half expected Mirabel to keep more of a distance.

“I don’t expect less in your household at the moment, given the circumstances.” Abuelito smiled fondly, “We’re taking the rest of Isa’s belongings from her room that she’ll need since she won’t be returning.”

“Wait, at all?”

Isa purposely didn’t answer but she had already talked with Abuelito about it. They already said they’d cope with the baby when he was born so…she was content with her decision. The baby would be safe with her at her grandparents’ house. Not Casita. Not with Camilo and certainly not around Antonio’s animals.

The three of them left her in peace and quiet so Isa got herself comfortable, collecting up the sheets of Antonio’s drawings into a neat pile underneath Abuelito’s hand-made baby blanket before she let herself nap.

 -

 The mood at Casita wasn’t any better, Mirabel found. The wind had picked up and the rain poured with thunder growling in the sky. Antonio huddled into her side as they walked, clutching at her skirt. In most cases, Antonio was never weary of the thunder. Mirabel knew that he had been hearing it since before he was born whenever Tia had her mood swings to find it a constant and comfort but it seemed today, it was not a comforting echo of thunder that he could listen to.

The sound of raised voices didn’t bode well as they crossed the threshold, Casita giving a sad wiggle of tiles but seemed to direct the trio to seats underneath the balcony.

Luisa sat with a book on her lap, surprisingly her hair was down though it seemed their mother was gently platting the front away from her face as she read. Though given her sister’s eyes weren’t moving across the page a lot, it seemed like she was distracted.

Not that Mirabel expected less given the weather.

“Are they still arguing?” Mirabel asked, sparing a look at her Tia’s door.

“It cooled down for about…ten minutes before Felix returned to talk. Abuela went in to discuss Camilo’s punishments and… well it’s been an hour since. I can’t see she’s very gotten far.” Julieta spoke, eyeing the door with concern.

“Well, I hope he gets severely punished still.” Antonio declared, with his hands on his hips and looking adorable despite his clear attempt to be serious, “he used my friends and almost killed a baby so he should!”

Luisa looked up worriedly from the page. “How…How is she?”

“Resting, no current risks,” Abuelito assured, drifting over to kiss Luisa on the cheek and going as far as to give Julieta a hug as well. “Now, May I borrow some hands? Isa’s asked for some more of her belongings to be brought down.”

“I can help.” Luisa rose to her feet, her hair falling from Julieta’s fingers. “Sorry,” She added down to her mother. Julieta sighed though held out a ribbon.

“It’s almost done, let me just tie it off at least.”

Mirabel led Antonio away towards the kitchen, getting him a snack and a drink first before he took his leave as a Pico dropped onto his shoulder and began to squawk about his day.

Mirabel found herself a little lost on what to do, aside from avoiding the weather, she could go to her room, and make a start on the little hat she had planned.

Her eyes slid across to the doors again, landing on Dolores’s door for a moment before she found herself walking towards it and gently knocked.

It took a few moments before the door opened and Dolores’s tired face appeared, wordlessly, she was nodded in.

“Are you okay?” Mirabel asked as she slipped in, shutting the door quietly after her though her eyes lingered around to see…Dolores’s room looked oddly empty. A bag packed and oddly organized. There were square tiles of triangular-shaped foam also packed in different bags. Like…Dolores was moving.

“I…suppose.” Dolores sighed, coming to sit down at the end of her bed.

“Are you...leaving?” Mirabel asked in alarm.

“No….well, I’ll be moving in with Mariano for two weeks to get a break away from this…mess. “Gesturing to the door. “I asked Pa if I could as well so…he knows. He’d told Abuela but… I don’t think she’s going to fight him on that. He knows I need this. He’d rather know and help than have me sneak out the house behind their back and risk getting hurt or lost”

“Does Tia know?”

Dolores shrugged, “She’s too focused on Camilo right now. She’s….too loud to approach just now anyway, you know....”

Mirabel winced in sympathy. But, she supposed if Isa had benefited from loving away, it made sense Dolores needed the space as well given the new mess that happened because of her brother.

“I hope it goes well for you.” Mirabel reached forwards, coming to hug Dolores’s shoulders. “Have you got any good plans?”

“Hm, well, now that you mention it. We’re going to go camping mid-week for a few days. Far enough that Encanto will be background noise for me.” Her eyes seemed to light up. “Just us. As a couple.”

Mirabel smiled deeply. “I really hope it goes amazing for you then. Did you need me to make you anything? A new head wrap for sleeping? A new nightgown? I kinda want to be busy right now.”

Dolores pondered thoughtfully before she reached over and pulled out her set of ear muffs and held them out. “Do you think you could make a night-time version of these? They keep slipping off during the night.”

Mirabel nodded excitedly. Certainly sounded like a good project to start and one that could be appreciated and needed. Dolores deserved a break and a chance of a normal relationship. This house was… a mess. Mirabel knew she could handle it and try to help. Her mother seemed to be a little more proactive now which was a good start and her father was certainly a little less stressed now. She hadn’t dared wake him up given she had passed him napping in a hammock to get up here. How he stayed asleep in this weather, she had no idea but she wouldn’t wake him either if he needed it.

“I’ll get started right away.”

 -

 Dolores watched her Prima leave with a skip in her step away, letting out a heavy sigh of relief as the door swung shut and left her alone again. She rose to her feet again, coming to her closed, roller desk, and pulled it open.

Inside, laid sheets of paper and her scribbles before she dug out the map and unfolded it, and began to continue to copy it out into a fresh page.

This was an old map, and while she knew the mountains had disfigured the traditional means of using it against old pathways out, she knew she had to at least get the general locations down for there to be a chance of a way out.

Dolores knew she was playing a risky game but this was her final part in it before she’d think more for herself.

She knew what Mateo Marquez wanted; a way out. Dolores could hear the anger the sister had every time his name was mentioned but also how anxious the woman was now she couldn’t find him given he had escaped through his bedroom window after she had beaten him. There was no mistake in her eye that Sofia Marquez would kill him in her next rage if they were to meet again.

There were many secrets that his family had that she knew she couldn’t simply share, the fact that Señor Marquez had wound up killing his abusive wife was one of them. She hadn’t understood back then what she had heard, she had only been seven at the time. Everyone thought she had died accidentally falling off a balcony when drunk. Señor Marquez pretty much avoided all types of conflicts himself now, even mildly addicted to some sedatives his daughter put in his morning coffee to keep him compliant.

How Mateo had a kind heart was beyond her but the fact he didn’t want to be like his mother or sister said a lot. He wanted to be there for his son… but he needed to leave. His hiding place kept him alive and secretly hidden from his sister and her probing questions for now. Francesca’s plan of keeping him quiet from her own family did seem to work out well; Sofia had no reason to suspect them of lying if they were genuine in their responses.

Dolores wasn’t stupid to know what would or could happen.

Given the hypocritical mess and the high chance of losing the baby, she’d rather Isa went with him. Give them a chance to be a small but happy family.

But, she was getting ahead of herself; Isa would certainly reunite with Mateo first before any decisions were final.

For now, Dolores busied herself with her maps, the sounds pleasantly scratching at her ears at the same time Mariano was idly humming a soft tune as he worked in town.

  -

Fran was glad to be allowed out of her room, having already taken the time to reorganize it to fit a small bed and squished her furniture out of the day to make space, taking the time to feed Mateo a few snacks as well as sneak him to the toilet for relief and a shower. She didn’t need man smell to bring up awkward questions again. As soon as he was done, redressed in both clothes and medical dressing, he was back under her bed and sketching designs of a baby crib in her old notebook for got bored of.

Now it was evening, before the evening meal and so, her mother retrieved Isabela from the temporary, clinic space. Her Abuelo was renting the building first to see if it’d work for their needs or if they’d need a completely new build to their specific requirements. Fran didn’t pay too much attention to the success of it really just yet.

Isa came looking very sallow and tried, her arm held up and wrapped up, hobbling a little as she walked to keep her weight off her leg though Fran led her back to her room to get her settled.

“Here, You take the big bed.”

As much as Fran wanted her own bed, she wasn’t stupid or selfish enough to forgo Isa’s needs. She wasn’t going to be responsible for the baby’s loss if she could help it. A big bed, more comfort and a big chance of the next two days in it, she was gonna need the space. It was only for a few days after all.

“it’s okay,” Isa mumbled, “I can take the small one.”

“No. I already swapped the sheets and put the clean set on the big one. Hush and get in.” She ordered.

Without much complaint, Isa complied and crawled straight onto the bed with a soft hiss and otherwise flopped and settled.

Underneath the bed, a box moved as Mateo’s face appeared between the gaps.

Fran gave him a soft look to hold off. “Isa…”

Isa looked up slowly, her chin settling on her pillow. “I know that tone… what do you want?”

The remark made her snort a little, rolling her eyes. “Look, just so you don’t freak out. Mateo is alive—“ Isa’s face brightened up as she said that, “and currently under the bed.”

“What?” Isabela blinked, wiggling a little to peek over the edge.

Taking the hint, Mateo winced as she moved a few boxes and wiggled his head out.

“Mateo!” Isa’s eyes widened as she saw him, slipping out of the bed onto the floor and pulling him immoderately into a kiss.

“Ugh.” Fran looked away. “You’re in my room and both fucked up by injuries. Don’t even do anything remotely sexual here!”

Isa pulled back, though it seemed a small flurry of flowers seemed to pop up around the window without much thought as she cupped his face. “I’m so happy to see you!” she whispered.

Mateo seemed also swept up in the moment as well though he winced a little as he moved, a hand coming to her stomach briefly then to her face to cup her cheek. Though his face morphed into concern as he saw her bandages. “What happened?”

“More shit hit the fan by the Madrigals.” Fran called, “Mateo, my mama’s gonna bring food in in a minute so hide again. As long as Isa’s resting, you can talk as much as you want in daytime hours. Once the lights are out, we all got to sleep.”

“Si, ma’am.” Mateo mockingly saluted after her.

[gamerbearmira]

ART WOO WOO

YRAHHHH. I know I've been inactive. But I'm doing all the shark Madrigals, and then I was writing for Mama Isa. BUT ART‼️‼️‼️ MOSTLY NEW STUFF‼️‼️‼️

This AU. Take a WILD guess what. Jkjk but uhhh basically these guys got gifts, and they hide it from the family. Because why not.

Candy girl 🗣️🗣️🗣️ no butttt uhhhh. Basically like a reverse Hansel and Gretel, and whenever anyone mentions “the witch” they’re like “oh that’s Abuela”.

Also yeah, their clothes are made of candy and their hair is cotton Candy🤠

BUGS 🤓🤓

The disappearance of the Madrigal Family⁉️⁉️ basically an AU where the Madrigals, one by one, from Antonio to Alma, just. Disappears, seemingly without a trace. And Mariano is the only one who seems to remember or care. So, he’s gonna find em. Cause he’s gangsta.

[peculiarphantomphoenix]

I have a question. You know how there's a Mama Bear AU in Ecanto where Abuela Alma was a good mom. Is there a fic like that for Endeavor in MHA?

[hurt-comfort-lover]

Mirabel AU / Mirabel Angst / Mama Mirabel / Part Nine

Back at the party, Tonito was having a fun time with his friends and his animal friends. He was so excited to have his own gift and his own room. The only sad part is that he wouldn’t share a room with Mirabel anymore. He looked around and realized he couldn’t find his Mira. He tugged on his mami’s dress.

“Mami, where’s Mira?”

“I don’t know Tonito, why don’t you ask your sister?”

“Ok, gracias.” He said as he ran off to find Dolores, he found her in the back dancing with Camilo. He tapped his sister gently, and she turned around and smiled at him. Though it faltered when she saw the look on his face.

“Do you know where Mira is? I can’t find Mira,” he said with tears in his eyes.

“It’s a bit loud but I should be able to find her,” Dolores said as she closed her eyes and listened. Camilo gently patted Antonio’s head.

“Until she finds her, you can hang out with your super cool older brother.”

“I want Mira,” he said. Camilo deflated a bit,

“Ouch, child’s honesty I guess.”

“Lo siento ‘milo, I just want to see her.”

“I know, no hard feelings,” Camilo said.

“I hear her in the nursery, she’s crying,” Dolores said nonchalantly. Camilo gave her a look.

“What?!” Antonio exclaimed. 

“What? I don’t know what you expect. This is the first ceremony since her failed one,” Dolores said. Antonio scrunched his eyebrows,

“I’m going to the nursery.” He said as he walked off. Camilo followed him, 

“Wait! Mami will kill me if we leave you alone.”

“Then you can come with me,” Antonio said. They walked to the nursery and Antonio knocked on the door. He could hear her sniffling from the outside.

“Please just… leave,” she said as she wiped the tears off her face. She didn’t want her Mami or Abuela to see her like this. 

“Mira, why are you crying?” Mirabel jumped, realizing it was Antonio. She quickly opened the door, her eyes were red from crying, and there were tear stains on her cheeks.

“Tonito? What are you doing here? You should be at your party.”

“I was sad 'cause you weren’t there. Why are you crying? Is it because I got my gift?”

“NO! Never Tonito. I’m so very happy you got your gift, I’m so proud of you. You need to go back though.”

“Why can’t you come?” He asked with pleading eyes.

“I would just ruin the mood,” she laughed pitifully, “I was just sad but now I’m ok, so you can have fun at your party all right?” Mirabel said.

“You wouldn’t ruin the mood,” Camilo added.

“Hola Camilo, and gracias but it’s ok. It’s better if I stay here.” Tears began to well into Antonio’s eyes and Mirabel bent down and gave him a hug.

“Don’t be sad Tonito, if it’s what you want, I’ll come. It’s your birthday, remember?” she asked as she released him from the hug.

“So you will?” He pleaded.

“Si, but not for long.”

“Gracias Mira, I want you to meet my new animal friends!”

Antonio continued to chat with Mirabel, listing off all their names, and what species they were. Camilo was looking at Mirabel though. The sad empty look in her eyes, made his stomach turn. He could never imagine being in her place, as terrible as it sounded. Before they got back to the party Abuela stormed up to the three of them.

“Mirabel? Didn’t your Mami tell you to rest in your bedroom?”

“Si, bu-”

“And instead you take Antonio away from his party?”

“No-”

“Just…!” she sighed. “Go back to your room, I’ll take Tonito back to the party,” Abuela finished. Camilo was about to argue, but Antonio got to it first.

“I left the party, she didn’t take me.”

“Why Tonito? If there was something the matter you should’ve told me or your Mami.”

“I wanted Mira to be at the party with me.” He said as he held her hand tighter. 

“Si, Tonito. Mirabel, just don’t mess anything up por favor.”

“Si Abuela,” Mirabel said as Abuela walked away. Camilo was confused and almost angry for Mirabel. What did Abuela mean by “don’t mess anything up”? They got back to the party and Camilo was still thinking when Dolores flicked him on the forehead.

“OW! What was that for?!”

“What are you thinking about? You’re acting weird.” She said,

“You didn’t have to flick me to ask that.”

“I know.” She smirked, “Now what’s the matter with you?”

“Mirabel,” he said.

“What about her?”

“When Antonio brought Mirabel back with him Abuela accused her of taking Antonio away from the party, when she found out what happened she just told Mirabel to not ‘mess anything up,’ it doesn’t sit right with me.

“Abuela just doesn’t like Mirabel,” she said bluntly.

“That’s not fair though. What did she do?”

“Nothing. It’s not Mirabel’s fault, she couldn’t control it. Abuela just doesn’t like her. Probably thinks of Mirabel as a bad omen since she didn’t get a gift I guess. I’m not saying it’s right, but it’s the truth.”

“Can’t we do something?” Camilo asked.

“I’ve learned that in these kinds of situations, you shouldn’t get involved. It’s not our business so we shouldn’t interfere.”

After everyone had left and she had helped clean up, she went to go to bed, but before she could go Antonio asked her if he could stay with her until he fell asleep. So that’s what she did. She sat by his bed, next to his jaguar, waited until she heard his little snores, and went to the nursery. She grabbed out a notebook Senora Gabriela gave to her, and wrote down all the negative thoughts she had. She hoped that if she wrote it down, then maybe the thoughts would finally calm down. It only made her spiral more though, as she wrote down every negative thing that went through her head.

‘You’re not special’

‘Nobody likes you’

‘You’re a waste of space’

‘You don’t deserve the family you have’

‘You aren’t good enough’

‘You should just disappear’

She stopped, realizing that it was only getting worse. She shut the notebook and threw it in her closet. Then she went to sleep.

The next day she woke up by herself, she would have to get used to that. She did her daily routine, and breakfast began. She happened to sit next to Luisa, who looked off. Though she doesn’t spend much time with Luisa anymore, she was still her hermana, and she was worried for her. As breakfast ended, Mirabel decided to check on Luisa, and so before Luisa could run off, she stopped her.

“Hey Luisa, could I please talk to you?”

“I don’t know sis, I got a lot of work to do…”

“Por favor, just this once.” Luisa looked at her hermanita's pleading eyes and caved. They went off to the side, near where the donkey pen was. 

“So, what did you need to talk to me about?”

“Please be honest with me.”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Are you feeling ok?”

“...” Luisa looked to the side anxiously, she didn’t want to lie but she didn’t want to respond.

“Luisa, I know we’re not as close as we used to be, but I still care about you. Just being able to talk about it will make you feel better, trust me.”

“Last night during the ceremony I felt… weak. I’m ok now, but what if it happens again? Then I’ll get behind on my chores and I’ll let everyone down.” Mirabel looked at her sister with sympathy,

“You are more than just your strength. You are beautiful, smart, kind, and ambitious. You always try to help everyone, but sometimes you need to help yourself before you help others.”

“I don’t have time, Abuela will get mad at me if I miss out on my chores…”

“Start off with something small, take a lunch break, and yes I do know that you skip lunch. You may be strong, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have limitations. I think you’re carrying way too much,” Mirabel said. Luisa squeezed her sister tight, thanking her for letting her vent. 

“Luisa, I’m sorry to ask but, if it is the magic that’s being affected, where should I look first?”

“Tio Bruno’s tower. I heard that he had a terrible vision before he disappeared. That’s all I got.”

“Gracias Luisa, take care of yourself.”

With that Mirabel was off to Tio Bruno’s tower. First the cracks, and now Luisa losing her gift temporarily? Something was going on, she needed to stop it before anyone got hurt. She snuck around while everyone was getting ready for Isabella’s proposal, and made it to Tio Bruno’s room. It was tall, really tall. By the time she got to the top, she was practically dragging herself. Then she found a gap between the cave and the stairs, so she took a deep breath and swung over it with a vine, just barely making it. She went through the cave until she came upon a room with green shattered glass scattered on the floor. She had found the vision and started putting the pieces in her bag. She sped up as sand started filling the room, she jumped out with all the pieces before the room flooded, and made it out of the tower.

She went to her room and saw Tia Pepa grabbing the rest of Antonio’s things. She said hi and told Mirabel to go help set up dinner for Isabella’s proposal. Mirabel obeyed and decided she would figure out the vision after the proposal. As she headed towards the dinner table, Abuela stopped her in her tracks.

“What did you tell Luisa?!”

“What do you mean?” Mirabel asks.

“I- I was trying to take a break as you said- but I got behind. So I stopped my break and I started picking up the donkeys and… THEY WERE HEAVY!” Luisa cries as she covers her face.

“Luisa-”

“Don’t. Mirabel do not talk to Luisa until I figure out what’s going on. Instead, help set the table for dinner, Luisa clean yourself up and get ready for dinner with the Guzmans.” Abuela says, before she leaves she looks at Mirabel.

“And whatever you’re trying to do- stop.” She finishes as she walks off.

Everyone sits at the table as dinner begins. Mirabel and Dolores do not know what the vision is, Mirabel has not put the pieces together yet, literally. Mirabel was mostly silent through the dinner, as Abuela and Isabella chatted with Senora Guzman and Mariano. Everything was going smoothly until Senora Guzman asked Luisa to pull the piano over so Mariano could play. Luisa sniffles and nods as she trots over to the piano, while Luisa left, Senora Guzman decided to say hi to Mirabel.

“Hola Mirabel, it’s nice to see you again.” Senora Guzman smiles at Mirabel, to which Isabella scrunches her eyebrows.

“You already know Mirabel?” Abuela asks.

“Who doesn’t know Mirabel? She’s always running around the village playing with the kids in the village, at Senora Gabriela’s Bouique, or she’s offering to help someone. Speaking of, thank you so much for mending Mariano’s suit jacket,” Senora Guzman says.

“Ah I see, that’s good,” Abuela says indifferently with a smile.

“Yeah, I never got the chance to thank you, Mirabel. It’s thanks to you that I had a suit jacket to wear today.” Mariano says with a smile.

“No need to thank me, it’s not that big of a deal,” Mirabel says bashfully as Isabella rolls her eyes. Luisa is struggling to pull the piano, she drags it with all her weight, and slowly but surely it’s moving.

“We should get back to talking about the proposal, Luisa what’s taking so long?” Abuela asks.

“I’m-” Luisa pants, “almost done,” Luisa says as she drags the piano towards them while crying, falling multiple times. Mirabel quickly gets up to help her.

“Luisa, it’s ok if you need some help. Let me grab this side and you can grab the other, si?”

“Ok…” she says sadly as she grabs one side. Together they both pick up the piano and put it down beside Mariano. Senora Guzman looks confused.

“Luisa, is everything alright?” she asks.

“Si, everything is fine! No need to worry.” Abuela answers for her as both granddaughters sit down. 

“Gracias Luisa and Mirabel,” Mariano says gratefully. Senora Guzman wasn’t too keen on letting that be the end of it, but she was interrupted before she could speak.

“Let’s get on to the proposal por favor,” Abuela says. As she talks, cracks form on the floor of the casita. Tia Pepa sees, causing a small cloud to form above her head as she whispers “clear skies” while messing with her hair.

“Are those cracks? Alma, what’s going on?” Mirabel looks at Abuela in frustration, because she told Abuela this was happening and she didn’t listen to her.

“Mirabel what did you do?!” Abuela yells as everyone else looks in shock.

“What?” Mirabel asks, shock evident on her face. 

“How is that fair? Mirabel wouldn’t do that,” Mariano says. Isabella crosses her arms and looks at Mirabel.

“Not on purpose. She always tries too hard and then messes everything up,” Isabella says with venom in her voice. Antonio’s face goes from shocked to offended on Mirabel’s behalf. 

“You shouldn’t say that, she’s your hermana,” Mariano says.

“What do you expect? She can’t really do much to help without a gift.”

“What is wrong with you? She’s not even the only one here without a gift. Your Abuela doesn’t have a gift, your papi doesn’t have a gift, my mami doesn’t have a gift, I don’t have a gift.”

“It’s different.”

“No, it’s you that’s a different person from the Isabella I thought I wanted to marry. I withdraw my proposal, this is over.” Mariano says sternly as Isabella’s face drops.

“Wait- Senora Guzman please tell your son to not make any rash decisions. Isabella didn’t mean that” Abuela says as more cracks form on the walls, and the clouds grow darker.

“I agree with my son, and I respect his decision. How could you just accuse your granddaughter like that? Then let her older sister say these terrible things about her? I’m sorry Alma, I don’t know what’s going on with your familia, but I don’t think we can make this commitment.” Senora Guzman says. Meanwhile, Mariano had tried to leave but Mirabel stopped him.

“Por favor, don’t be mad at Isabella.”

“Why? After what she said about you-”

“I don’t want to ruin her proposal. She may not be the best hermana mayor, but she’s still my hermana. I don’t want your relationship to end over a fight about me.” Mirabel says timidly.

“Lo siento Mirabel, really, I am. However, I believe in true loyalty, if she can’t be loyal to her own sister, what chance is there for me?” He asks.

“I understand, still please think about it. Isabella isn’t always like that, she can be kind and compassionate as well. She loves this familia as much as I do.”

“I’ll do it for you. Good luck.” Mariano says as he walks out with his Mami. Through all the chaos Mirabel is able to escape, she runs from the disaster that was the proposal dinner. She runs straight up the stairs near the doors and stops to take a breath. She hears a noise and looks to see it’s a rat climbing into a painting. Mirabel nudges the painting and finds a secret passageway, it’s dark and foggy. She sighs, relieved she found a place to hide, and sits down on the floor. She pulls out the pieces of the vision from her bag and slowly pieces them together. It reveals a picture of Mirabel behind Casita, flipping from being cracked and not cracked. Mirabel looks in shock as her heart falls into her stomach. Is… is she the reason Casita is cracking? Her hands begin to shake as her inner demons flood her head. Her breaths are small and shallow, and tears threaten to fall down her face. A figure is seen behind her and touches her shoulder, making her jump. She sees a man in a green cape pulls his hood off to reveal her Tio Bruno.

“Ah! Sorry- sorry I didn’t mean to- uh-” He stops not knowing what to say. Mirabel was so surprised that she stopped shaking and her breathing slowed.

[george-washingmachine73]

The Madrigal Curse

a cursed/werewolf Luisa AU, inspired by A little bit of sugar (and lots of poison too) by @yellowcry

Heres a bit of chapter one

Alma could remember it clear as day, the moment at the river, she could see the candle grow bright with power, she rememebred the voice in her mind echoing through her skull and reveberating down her spine, overwhelming her without a single noise, it didn't sound like anything, it sounded like everything and the words to describe it escaped her, the words it said deeply imprinted by the resounding silent voice

"we see your sacrifice and grant you this miracle, but be warned, if you forget our mercy you will recieve a punishment just as powerful and unthinkable as our gift, remember the sacrifice made today and never forget it"

as soon as the voice disappeared it was hard to belive it was there at all, nothing she could think of remotely resembled the power of the noise in her mind but the words stayed there, even to this day, even to the day her little nietas door dissolved in front of her, as she watched the faint glow dissipate white hot terror shot up her spine, this was the day the fates threat, or promise, came true.

Alma stood just as shocked as everyone else, staring at the door as her mind raced to find why this had happened, she remebered Pedros sacrifice and did her best to love and appreciate the gifts they were given, what had she done wrong? she was so caught up in her own thoughts she didn't notice when Mirabels lip wobbled and tears filled her eyes, but she was brought back to earth by a small hand clutching hers and a shaky voice talking to her

"abuela, w-why did it disappear? do I-.. w-where's my gift? what did I do wrong?" her voice sounded desperate for any reason, Alma looked down at her and felt an emotion, something resembling fear, how was it possible someone so small could bring destruction upon her family? she opened her mouth and gave an excuse before running to her room, what had she done wrong? More importantly, what would that child become?

10 years later

Luisa was in town still even though it was lunchtime, she hefted the heavy beams over her shoulder and thought about the talk she had with Mirabel, Mirabel told her it was okay to take breaks and could even be healthy, but she didn't need breaks, she was strong, she saw Mirabel heading back up to casita and thought about lunch, she was getting pretty hungry, her stomach had been feeling a little strange all day and thoughts of food filled her mind, arepas and empanadas paraded in her head and some more foods joined them, chorizo, chicharrons, tamales, meat

She stumbled as she was hit by a sudden headache and the last thought interuppted her other ones, taking over her mind for split second before disappearing with her headache, she had had migraines before but this wasnt quite like those, this had been so loud it actually made her stumble a bit, then it dissipated without a trace, she shook her head to clear it and continued carrying the lumber around while trying not to think about it, and back at casita, almost imperceptibly, her door flickered.

Mirabel marched up the path to casita, she knew Luisa intended on skipping lunch again so she was going up grab some for her and talk with abuela about lunch breaks, as she entered casita she saw her mama and abuela at the table and decided now was the perfect time to ask.

"Abuela you know how Luisa likes to skip lunch because she has chores"

"Yes, she's so hardworking and dedicated, I wish more of this family was like her"

Mirabel ignored the small dig and continued "well it's not very good for her, what if we started telling the villagers to not ask her for things around lunch? that way she is energized for the rest of the day"

"If she wanted a break she would take a break, she obviously doesn't need one because she never says no when they ask, you shouldn't try and make decisions for people Mirabel"

Mirabel snorted and barely stopped herself from bringing up Isabela, who was basically forced into a relationship with Mariano

"She doesn't say no because she doesn't want to disappoint you, you have to tell her it's okay to take breaks"

"She's an adult Mirabel, she doesn't need someone else to tell her to take breaks"

Mirabel grumbled and left the room with the extra snacks, not noticing the candle sway as if a soft breath swept over it.

She found Luisa staring at some boulders, her face was blank and stayed so as Mira called her name

"Luisa!"

She didn't respond until Mirabel tapped her on the shoulder

"Oh! Hi Mira, what do you need?"

"I need you to help me finish all this food, I took too much"

"Are you trying to trick me into taking a break again?"

"What? Noooo, this is very important and not an excuse to get you to eat at all"

"...uh huh, I guess I can take a few minutes"

They sat down and dug in but Mirabel noticed Luisa wasn't eating much, hey mind seemed to be elsewhere

"What's wrong Lu, you look out of it"

"Huh? Oh, I'm just not that hungry, I keep getting these weird headaches, they disappear quickly though"

"Okay, what were you staring at those boulders for earlier?"

"I don't know, I was just walking when a headache came, when I opened my eyes I was at those boulders and my mind felt a little fuzzy, it's been a weird day"

"Did you get enough sleep last night? Don't try to lie because I will ask Dolores"

"I'm pretty sure I did, I'll try to get more tonight, don't worry about me hermanita, maybe I just have a bug or something, we can go talk to mama once I'm done chores"

Mirabel agreed and they finished eating lunch together, Mirabel headed back up to casita while Luisa started on chores again, she was lifting the church and thought it was funny how the large silver bell rang with each step she took, but it soon shifted to annoyance as the reverberations echoed in her mind, bouncing around until it was all she could hear, her arms hurt and her legs felt heavy, why was she feeling like this? What was going on?

Right as she was about to go insane from the incessant ringing she saw that this was where she had to put it down, she basically dropped it, desperate to get away from its metallic cries, but it's rough landing caused a final and resounding DING that made her fall to her knees, now that she wasn't underneath the church its noise became louder, she could basically feel the sound waves throughout her body and as they passed through a cry of pain accompanied them, some of the fingers still under the church were flattened into the ground as she pulled them out, the last three fingers on her right hand were a bloody pulp, she could see bone shards sticking out in some spots, how did that happen? She was tougher than steel.

The pain radiated in waves as she slowly got to her feet, she sprinted to where her mama should be in town and quickly found her tending to another man who had a gash along his arm, the smell of his blood hit her nose almost instantly and made the hair on her neck stand up and her eyes dilate, she stiffened and let out involuntary growl when the wound closed and the blood disappeared, as the scent disappeared so did her momentary stiffness, her mama touched her arm and brought her back to reality as the man left the tent

"Are you alright mija? Do you have a fever? You looked strange when you came in, I can't quite put my finger on it though"

"I'm okay mama, I don't really know what came over me, its just been a really weird day, I keep getting all these headaches and my stomach rumbles but I don't want to eat much, then this happened while I was carrying the church"

She revealed her throbbing fingers and her mama gasped

"Ay mija! How did this happen? eat this right away" she stuffed an arepa into her daughters mouth

"Gracias mama, but I still don't know how, I thought I couldn't get hurt" her voice started to shake a little

"It's okay mija, it'll be okay"

Her mama stroked her hair and reassured her while her fingers healed, then they headed up for supper after agreeing Luisa was done with chores for today.

When they sat down Luisa still looked out of it, she held her head and rubbed her temples to try and relieve the pressure within, but to no avail, her stomach rumbled but none of the baked goods in her plate looked appetizing, she didn't know if she'd be able to eat at all until a new smell entered her nose, her mama brought out a tray of meat and Luisa actually started drooling while staring at it, she wanted to tear into it so badly but she barely managed to hold herself back.

After they said grace Luisa immediately grabbed some meat off the plate with her hands, not caring about the temperature, and her family looked at her strangely, her sister spoke up

"Chill out Lu, the meat isn't going anywhere, did you even wash your hands before this?"

"Yeah, slow down a little, this is what you get for not eating lunch" her other sister joined in

She smiled sheepishly "sorry guys, just really hungry"

The family seemed to accept this and went back to loading their own plates, Luisa forced herself to cut it into small bites instead of wolfing it all down at once and the hunger in her stomach seemed to subside a little, she tried to take a bite out of some of the vegetables on her plate but they tasted like sawdust so she spat them out and reached for another helping of meat.

When dinner was done people started heading to their rooms, leaving Julieta, agustin, and their daughters to clean up dinner tonight, Luisa was reaching up to put some plates away when things suddenly got blurry in front of her, an intense headache gripped her and didn't leave this time, getting worse by the second instead, she collpased to the ground with her hands on either side of her head and cried out in pain, the plates she was holding fell and shattered on the floor and her mama rushed to her side

"What's wrong mija!?"

Luisa let out another groan of pain in response, her skin felt like it was being stretched and all of her muscles felt strained, threatening to tear at any moment. Her mama stuffed some food in her mouth but she spat it out, unable to chew from the intense pain in her mouth, then she smelled something that gave her a moment of lucidity, her eyes snapped open and quickly found the source, a cut on Mirabels arm with blood seeping from it, as Luisa watched and smelled the blood she felt the urges in her stomach grow, she weakly reached for Miras arm against her own will and growled when she recoiled away, she was losing control of herself with each passing second, she needed to get out of here before she did something she would regret.

She managed to get to her feet and pulled out of her worried familys grasp, Pepas side of the family had joined them, summoned by the commotion, Luisa looked at the people watching her and her head buzzed with pain, everything sounded a little fuzzy and it hurt, her ears could hear so much, too much, it overwhelmed her, her nose picked up a thousand different scents along with the prominent stench of blood, her breath came in sharp heavy pants, and before anyone could stop her she bolted out of casita and into the dark night.

[miss-pan-ac]

In the Mama Mirabel Au can you ever see Antonio calling her Mama just naturally without thinking? and how do you think she'd react?

Oh absolutely! Best part? It's his first word, and it's directed towards her.

This can actually tie into the last ask, and it's the first of many heartbreaks for La Familia Madrigal.

It's dinner time in the home for the Madrigals and everyone's seated and enjoying Julieta's delicious cuisine. Small talk is exchanged at the table, with people telling each other a little about their day, besides the two youngest Madrigals of course.

Mirabel is seated next to Luisa on her left and Antonio on her right, up in his high chair being spoon-fed by her Tio Felix who was speaking with his wife.

"I'm just worried, Felix!", Pepa suddenly exclaimed, a cloud beginning to form over her head. "What, I'm not allowed to be worried?"

"Of course you are, mi amor. I just don't want you to worry yourself too much," Felix responded.

"What's going on," Julieta asked. "Is everything alright?"

"Es que yo no se hermana! Antonio ya va complir un año, y no dicho una palabra! Not even 'mama' or 'dada'! Nothing! What if something's wrong and we don't know?" Pepa replied frettingly, the cloud over her head slowly turning grey with her worry.

"Pepa, your cloud. Get rid of it before it rains on us," Abuela scolded.

Pepa flinched slightly and frowned some more, her hand already running through her hair. "Sorry, mama." She closed her eyes and took deep breaths muttering "Clear skies, clear skies" under her breath until the cloud retreated...mostly.

Julieta smiled warmly at her sister, reassurance in her expression. "I'm sure he's fine Pepa, some babies take a little while. I'm sure he'll be talking soon."

Here Augustín chimed in, smiling at Pepa teasingly. "Yeah, and once he starts talking I'm sure he's not gonna stop. Remember Camilo and Maribel? Oh, those two," he chuckled. "Once they started they never stopped, so enjoy it while it lasts."

Pepa relaxed at that and laughed at the indignant exclamations from the two mentioned, one annoyed, the other laughing, both embarrassed. Antonio looked away from his father at the sound of Mirabel's voice. Seeing her laugh caused him to smile and start laughing too. Everyone smiled at his little giggles and Mirabel started making funny faces at him, causing him to laugh harder.

The next moment, however, will leave a small scar on the family and an even bigger one on the house. Antonio looked at Mirabel, a grin on his face and arms stretched towards her, and said, "Mama!"

The entire family stilled and looked at him, shocked faces plastered on, no one knowing how to react. On one hand, Antonio finally said his first word! On the other hand, he said to Mirabel.

Mirabel sat there frozen, happy and anxious at the same time. Happy that he said his first word. Happy that he said to her. Happy that's what he thought of her after everything she's done for him--. Anxious that he said it to her. Anxious over her family's reaction, her Tia's reaction.

After a few moments of silence and Mirabel not reaching for him, he put his hands down before reaching out to her again, a small frown on his face in worry. He made a few grunts and made a grabbing motion to her. After no response still, he did the same motions, tears slowly welling in his eyes, and asked, "Mama?"

Suddenly thunder boomed, everyone jumping in shock and some even letting out small shrieks in fright. Antonio whipped his head to Pepa and saw her shocked and slightly angry expression, being rained on by her now-dark-grey cloud. The cloud released small lightning strikes and another boom, terrifying Antonio. And he reacted like any other babe in his spot would: he cried in fright.

He turned back around to Mirabel, reaching out for her crying with a scared look on his face. This was enough for Mirabel to snap out of her stupor and spring into action. She reached forward and grabbed Antonio, lifting him out of his chair, and began to rock him. She took a step back from the table and her Tia to further comfort him (and herself).

Antonio buried himself in Mirabel's chest crying, and the action angered Pepa further, the cloud letting out another large boom. She took a step forward and Maribel took a step back. Mirabel looked at her Tia's angry face, her Tio's bewildered one, and looked at everyone else's reaction. Luisa, Camilo, Julieta, and Augustín all looked at her with shocked and confused expressions. Abuela and Isabella were glaring at her in annoyance, Isabella a little confused too. And Dolores looked at her in understanding, after all, she hears and knows all.

Pepa took another step forward and Mirabel again another step back, Antonio still crying in her chest. Mirabel looked towards the exit and back at the family. "I'm gonna take Antonio back to the nursery and help calm him down," she said nervously and then ran off, ignoring the loud protests from her Tio and Tia and the calls of her name from the rest, once again being helped by Casita in her escape and holding the family back.