Falling in love with your fanfic of Agustin and Mirabel’s French communicate 💙✨ can you please do Agustin and Mirabel watching the stars together that reference to the Lion King or Wish please
I headcanon that after Mirabel’s fail ceremony, Agustin was the first person to comfort his daughter and sneak her out of the house to watch the stars together and let her know that the stars will be there to guide her and Agustin would tell her a story about the lion king
Take all the time you need to write if you are doing anything special 💙✨
I hope you like it, I combine wish and the Lion king together,
Request by: @starlightmeadowbloom
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Little Mirabel sat in the corner of the nursery room, curled up in a ball, sobbing, tonight was a disaster, her gift ceremony didn't go as planned, the golden glow that usually pulsed through the Encanto had been dim and strained, focusing hope on her, only to flicker and die, her door had simply… vanished
The disappointment on her Abuela Alma’s face was etched into her memory, a sharp, deep line of worry creasing her brow, her lips a thin, disapproving line.
Then there were the looks from her family, a mixture of fear, curiosity, and a thinly veiled pity, and the villagers, the whispers.
"Poor Mirabel… what does this mean?" "Will the magic fade because of her, is she adopted, did her dad or mom cheat?"
The memory of Abuela Alma snatching the candle away, ignoring Mirabel as she ushered everyone out, promising everything was fine while Mirabel stood alone on the stairs, burned, It felt like the whole world was collapsing around her and she was at fault.
The silence that followed felt heavier than the mountains surrounding the Encanto, Mirabel had expected cheers, applause, a new room bursting with wonder just for her, instead, she had the cold, echoing emptiness of a room untouched by magic, and the crushing weight of failure.
After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, her father, Agustín, slipped inside.
He didn't say a word, just sat quietly on the floor beside her, then, gently, he pulled her onto his lap, he didn't try to minimize her pain, didn't say, "It's okay, you'll get a gift later."
He simply held her, his arms warm and strong, a solid anchor in the swirling storm of her emotions.
"I have no gift," Mirabel finally choked out, the words a fresh wave of sobs.
Agustín just held her tighter. "I know, mi dulce niña, I know."
He listened, really listened, as she poured out her heart, she spoke of the pressure, the expectations, the fear that she had somehow broken the magic.
He didn't interrupt, didn't offer platitudes, he just held her and let her cry, offering the silent reassurance of his presence.
After a while, when her sobs had subsided to sniffles, Agustín wiped her tears with his thumb. "Come with me, Mirabel," he said softly.
He led her out of the nursery, past the twinkling, magical rooms of her sisters and cousins, and up the winding stairs to the roof of Casita.
The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of jasmine and blooming Chrysanthemum. The moon hung like a silver coin in the inky sky, and the stars blazed with a fierce, silent light.
Agustín sat down on the edge of the roof, gesturing for Mirabel to join him, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
"Look up there," he said, pointing to the celestial tapestry above. "Do you see that cluster of stars, just to the left of the moon?"
Mirabel squinted. "Yes, I think so."
"Those stars," Agustín said, his voice low and soothing, "they tell a story, a story of a young lion cub, born to be king, he loses his father, and he runs away, thinking it's all his fault, he forgets who he is."
Mirabel knew the story of the Lion King but still listens no matter how many times.
"But eventually," Agustín continued, "he looks up at the stars, and he sees his father, who reminds him of who he truly is, he remembers his responsibility, his strength, and he goes back to reclaim his kingdom."
He paused, looking at Mirabel with gentle, knowing eyes. "Even without magic," he continued, "Simba still had a heart full of courage, kindness, and love. He still had everything he needed to be a good king."
Mirabel looked up at the stars, listening to his words, it wasn’t a gift ceremony, but it felt like her own private ritual, she didn’t have a magical room to claim as her own, but the vast, starlit sky felt like a belonging, something no one could take from her.
Then, he pointed to a particularly bright star, shimmering above the mountains.
"That's your wishing star, Mirabel," he said. "Whenever you feel lost or sad, look for that star. Close your eyes, make a wish, and know that everything will be alright."
She gazed at the star, its light unwavering and pure. Hesitantly, she closed her eyes and made a wish, a small, whispered plea for acceptance, for understanding, for a little bit of magic to find its way into her life.
When she opened her eyes, she gasped.
The star seemed to shimmer, to almost… wink. just for a moment, it pulsed with a brighter light, a gentle wave that seemed to emanate directly towards her, she could have sworn she heard a faint laughter in the wind.
A small, fragile smile touched her lips, it wasn't a gift, it wasn't a power, but in that moment, under the vast expanse of the starry sky, she felt a connection, a sense of belonging.
She felt the star wave to her, a silent promise that even without a gift, she was still loved, she was still a Madrigal, and she was still Mirabel. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
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And done, I hope you like it, I had to put them together, wish and the lion king but I hope I did good, thanks for the request.
