An Old Draft, It Was Made Somewhere From May. Set Right After Casita's Collapse

An old draft, it was made somewhere from May. Set right after Casita's collapse

It was so sunny. Skies were completely clear from every, even the smallest clouds. It made Pepa even more angry. How dare Moon to be so clear when she was so unhappy?! There's supposed to be a hurricane! Her sobrina almost died, and then just ran away, leaving all of them in disarray and worries about her safety.

She had to be thundering already, creating a deadly whirlwind that would destroy half of Encanto, while Mama would scream at her, ordering her to stop it. And Pepa would be even more annoyed by it. Because Mirabel just risked her own life, and now they couldn't find her.

But, there wasn't a cloud in the sky. And Mama didn't even care about the weather. She was sitting on the ground, clinging to the rubble of Casita. Looking nowhere with a completely lost face, clutching her black shawl.

Pepa wanted to cry from this frightened expression, and the lack of rain broke her even more. She always thought that she would be so happy without her gift, without needing to hide her emotions from everyone else. But now she felt just.. empty. And even repeating "clear skies" over and over again couldn't help. They were already clear.

"Pepita, mi amor, how are you?" Felix put his hand on her side, pulling her closer.

Pepa pursed her lips, then pointed to the sky. "There's no cloud." She whispered, blinking at the moon. "It feels unnatural." It was a pretty big simplification.

"Well, I can't lie." Felix sighed. "It's strange to see you so upset without bad weather." He reached for her, kissing her on the cheek.

A little soft smile appeared on her face. Felix was always the one, who never cared about how bad the weather was. No matter, if Pepa would create a snowfall or a hurricane, he always kept a happy face, assuring that there was nothing, that could lower his love even a little bit. He always led her into the sun, even in the darkest moments, shining through the clouds like her personal sun, even bigger than her normal sun.

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Going on my own

Luisa was learning something new everyday. And every milestone filled Agustin's heart with joy

Agustin's girls were such a miracle. Julieta, his soft and kind wife. She needed an award for dealing with all his injuries. Agustin loved her with a burning passion. The sweet beat of their souls played together. And together, they brought two little miracles into this spanless world. 

Their eldest, Isabela, was a quiet girl. She adored her Abuela with all her childish heart. Bela and Alma were together so often that sometimes Agustin wondered if she was his daughter at all. But under all those layers of being polite, his baby girl has a really strong will. There was no way to change her opinion on anything. No amount of candy would make her stop if she decided to do something. 

Luisa was such a cute baby, only learning of the world around her. If Isabela was her Abuela's girl, then Luisa was a tiny Daddy's follower. She preferred him among all the adults in the household and didn't even try to hide it. Julieta laughed about this, demanding that they should have another child as the first two had other parental figures they favored the most. 

It was so interesting to compare their girls, learning all the joy of having two miracles. All the kids were different and they weren't any distinct. They explored the world in various ways, reaching milestones in different temp. Bela was interested in fine motor when she was Luisa's age. The older girl was way faster and had a stronger grasp. But it didn't mean Luisa was any worse! Unlike her sister, she was better in gross motor. She started to crawl at the age when Isabela only learned to sit independently. It was an amusement to be a parent for the second time. 

By Isabela's third birthday, it was only a matter of time before Luisa would take her very first steps. At some point, Agustin felt that Luisa wanted to catch up with the older kids. It was fascinating. Luisa's tiny legs learned to get up, holding onto the sofa and traveling along it. 

Soon, it got to the point when Luisa was standing without support. She looked awkward at those moments with her legs wide apart and arms helping her to balance. Agustin's heart melted at the sight. Every new thing that Luisa learned opened the way for further exploration.

This day, Agustin and Julieta were cuddling on a couch. Isabela was taken out by Pepa to play with her cousin in the meadow. Luisa sat on a carpet nearby, playing with a plush eagle. It was one of those peaceful moments when everything looked like nothing could ever go wrong. The air was quiet and peaceful. Agustin really wished there were more moments like this. When they could just enjoy the simple happiness of life.

Soon enough, the girl seemed getting bored of waving her hand furiously to make the toy bird fly. She glanced to the side, staring at Agustin, and let out some babbling. "Do you want a hug?" He smiled, attempting to get up. "Juli, hey, move." He patted his wife's cheek, just to be stopped by a quiet half-asleep mumbling. Oh, he had to be careful, he didn't want to wake Juli from so needed rest.

But, as he carefully tried to push himself out, Luisa grew impatient. She pushed herself up, being as careful as she could. She slightly shook, raising her leg. Agustin froze in anticipation. Could it be the time when his baby girl took the first steps on her own? Luisa's right foot touched the floor, her entire face was focused as if she solved some math problem. Maybe for her child's body, it was harder than anything she had ever done before. Agustin gasped in awe, shaking Julieta from all the excitement he felt. 

His wife rubbed her eyes, still sleepy. "Gus? Is something wrong?' She yawned.

"Look," He smiled, pointing to Luisa. For a second Julieta looked confused, still not entirely awake. It took a few seconds for her to proceed with what she was. 

"Dios!" She exclaimed, getting up in a split second. It was such a thrilling moment, as Luisa finally took her first steps. Both parents were overjoyed as Luisa slowly reached Agustin.

"What are a good girl!" He giggled, throwing her in the air. Luisa beamed, laughing back and cozing in her papa's arms. 

Julita patted her head, just as proud as Agustin was. Luisa opened new horizons every day. For someone as young as she was, every day was unique. 

After a short time, Luisa gangled her legs, excited with her newfound skill. She got out of Agustin's hug, standing on the floor again. "Do you want to walk some more?" He grinned at her, following Luisa. He squeezed her palm in a gentle movement to help her stand with more ease. To his giant surprise, Luisa didn't react well. She fussed, pulling her arm out. Being a huge Daddy's girl, Luisa was never sad when Agustin tried to hold her.

Julieta rushed to her side with concern. "Luisa? Mi Amor, are you hurt?" 

Their daughter held onto the couch as fearful Agustin let go of her. Very soon, the crying stopped and she looked as interested as before. Now, she walked to a coffee table nearby as no one held her. Luisa chuckled in happiness and got back to Agustin, smiling proudly. 

"I think she doesn't want our help in here." Julieta sighed, patting Agustin's shoulder.

It indeed was like this. Luisa was crying every time anyone tried to hold her by the arm when she was walking. She selected doing it in a slow way, finding her own balance rather than leaning on someone else. As far as Agustin knew, most children were upset when Mama and Papa didn't hold them by the arm. But it was Luisa and she was her own person. So she used her own way of thinking. If someone's help made her uncomfortable, then Agustin would stand nearby, allowing her to wander on her own, but ready to interfere if Luisa slipped. It was her right to explore the world in the way she wanted to. And as a parent, Agustin would stay close to her, encouraging his hija.

A bit about swap au outfits

The clothes in swap au are relatively the same as in canon, aside from Luisa. But it has some addictions. Like Julieta wears gloves so she won't burn herself.

Mirabel doesn't have her embroidery, she's worried that if Abuelo finds out about her embroidering he will prevent her from doing so again. She embroiders on small pieces of textile occasionally when nobody's looking. Don't worry, Mirabel will have her time to shine once Pedro realizes that he has to give more freedom to his family.

Camilo's clothes symbols is masks instead of chameleons. Referring to how he can pretend to be somebody else. He gets some fight education too, but not to extent of Luisa. But he's mostly focused on deceiving his opponent with his shapeshifting instead of using his strength.

Luisa's outfut, as I stated before, is Colombian military uniform, so it doesn't share anything with her canon look. Her theme is hugely focused on swords, also referring to her role.

Isabela wears blue since the beginning, as she wasn't pushed into Alma's perfectionism. Her hair is cut short, as she doesn't want Abuelo people to think of her like about her deceased grandmother's copy

For @miracles-and-butterflies

Lyric cover on Mother knows best from Tangled (I guess?). Based on her Protector Encanto au

Hermana knows best

You think I'm going too far? Why, Mira

Look at you, as fragile as a baby

Still a little flapping, like a doll

You know why I do this, it's no mislead

It's to keep you protected, hermanita

I think I knew you will have your word to say

Knew you'd think I'm leaded astraid

But listen, dear

Trust me, baby

Hermana knows best

Hermana knows best

Stay close to your sister

No one here is your admirer

Hermana knows best

No matter what they do

These bastards are always askew

Ruffians and bullies, family, blood

Insults and ignores, the breaking houses

Also large bugs, ruthless villagers and -

Stop, no more, you'll get hurt from these

Hermana's right here

Hermana will protect you

Darling, here's what I suggest

Skip the drama

Listen to hermana

They deserve it anyway

Hemana knows best

Take it from your big sis

On your own, you'll be remissed

Shy and unloved

So delicate and mature - please!

You're too nice to this whole world

I have to do what it take to keep you safe

That's my role in here after all

They deserve this pall

Hermana understands

No one will believe your word

So there's another way prefered

Ignore reminder

Be insider

Hermana knows best

More headcanons

Bruno started to isolate himself somewhere prior Camilo's birth. It wasn't immediately, but slowly he stopped interacting with almost everyone, even before he left in the walls.

Therefore, both Camilo and Mirabel don't have actual memories of him. (Camilo spread rumors and Mirabel knows nothing at all). Luisa knows a bit more, but it's not enough to remember him. Isabela and Dolores are the only ones who actually remember Bruno to the extent when they can at least tell something about him.

The older girls would try to spend time with Bruno, I guess. But not Camilo and Mirabel as they had no actual connection with him and weren't interested. Tío Bruno was just a random man in the house for them in the most part