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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years ago

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Hi there! Just let me say, "A Place For Crows" is one of my favorite fics ever, and I've read quite a lot of them. It is truly a masterpiece in all senses. And you are an absolutely amazing writer. I also would like to ask something about that fic: does the family of the boy Julieta couldn't save and Pepa's former best friend hold a grudge against them or something? I know it's very specific!

I see you in my notifs all the time and your message made me so happy I sat down and wrote this for you. I hope you enjoy!

TW FOR DEALING WITH THE DEATH OF A CHILD AND GRIEF AND A LITTLE BIT OF SELF HARM! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Julieta worries at her blisters. She pulls at the skin and pushes against the sore edges. She needs to stop aggravating them, some of them have started bleeding recently. But she can't seem to stop.

Bruno says he understands. Bruno says she needs to stop making herself bleed cause that will surely get the adults' attention and that's something she definitely doesn't want. She needs to find another way, maybe knocking or chanting or something.

He talks like he speaks from experience.

But Julieta likes the reminder, the little sting in her fingers. Everytime her thoughts stray from cooking, from working, she pulls and it reminds her.

Her own food doesn't work on them. It makes things easier, but it also scares her. Her cooking has always worked, no matter how small the injury, but for some reason her blisters remain.

Is her gift getting weaker? Has she forsaken it with her childish behavior?

Is her sin too great?

Her mother hasn't noticed the state of her fingers yet. She is too busy comforting others, rallying neighbor's to help the grieving family.

Helping with the funeral.

They have talked about the incident. Just once. The day after Juli had decided that she didn't want to cook or bake that day and had instead followed her siblings to the river outside of the village to play. The day after a boy had fallen out of a tree and suffered horrendous injuries. The day after their mother had frantically searched cupboards for any food and then ran through the village, screaming Julieta's name, soon joined by others.

The day after Julieta had come home, sunburnt and laughing and carefree.

Too late.

"It was an accident." Her mother had said, sitting on the bed next to a shell-shocked little girl. "It was an accident and it's in the past. But we can never let this happen again. Do you understand? We need to be prepared for things like this. You need to be prepared, Julieta. Your gift is so important. You can't- We can't let it go to waste. Do you understand?"

Julieta understands. She hasn't stopped baking ever since. All day, every day. Sometimes her mother watches her for a few minutes from the doorway and for a moment it looks like she wants to say something, but she never does. Just nods approvingly and moves on.

Julieta keeps baking. She heals every scratch and every stubbed toe. Maybe if she uses her gift better, maybe if she saves someone this time, her mother will talk to her again and tell her what she has surely simply forgotten to tell her the first time and what Juli desperately needs to hear.

'It was not your fault.'

Her hands are covered in blisters and they don't heal.

But it's alright. There are more important wounds to heal

Julieta stands in the house of the boy she let die, a basket full of pastries clutched in her hands. She clenches the handle tight, feels the rough wicker wood bite into her sores.

Her mother is arguing with the father. The family wants to leave the Encanto. Too many bad memories here. They want to burn the body and take the ashes with them.

"If you leave, you might never be able to come back!"

The father looks at Alma as if he can't understand why he should care.

But at least he looks at her. He hasn't once looked at Juli, averts his eyes at all cost. She might as well not be here. Juli feels invisible. Wishes her mother hadn't told her to come.

Her mother sends her outside to the garden where the wife is. Tells her to bring her some of the pastries.

"She doesn't look well. I'm sure they can help."

Julieta wants to refuse. This feels like a punishment. This feels cruel, sending her out there.

But her pastries might help.

It's her job to help.

So she goes outside. The mother is sitting on a bench, her back to Juli. Her long hair dances in the wind and her shoulders are slumped. The black dress and black mourning shawl look like a wound in the otherwise colorful garden. Like all life has been sucked out of that one spot.

Julieta approaches on silent feet and places the basket on the bench next to the mother. She stays behind her, can't bear to look at her face. The woman doesn't react.

"I have brought you some food."

Julieta's voice cracks on the last word. What was her mother thinking, sending her out here with food of all things? It must feel like such a mockery to the poor woman.

It feels more and more like a punishment to Juli. And she deserves it, doesn't she? Maybe her mother didn't forget at all.

It was her fault.

The woman doesn't turn around, just hums under her breath. A haunting sound.

"Thank you." Her voice is flat. No emotion. Except maybe anger. Surely anger.

Julieta wants to leave. She doesn't want to look at this shell of a woman one second longer. But the 'Thank you' is like a slap to the face. It strangles her. Makes her see dark spots and makes her head spin.

"I'm sorry!" she blurts, too abrupt, too loud. The mother flinches and Julieta feels awful. She scratches at her blisters, feels them break open again. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I never should have gone to play. I just wanted to go play with my brother and sister and I-"

She can see the mother slowly turn towards her and Julieta quickly closes her eyes before she can clearly see her face. The brief glimpse of sunken eyes and chapped lips was enough.

"I should have been here. I should have been prepared and I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I never should have left for the river and I-"

A hand strokes her cheek. Julieta doesn't dare open her eyes. The touch is soft and warm, but she is still scared to open her eyes and see hatred and condemnation on that grief-stricken face. Only when a thumb brushes away a single tear does Juli realize that she's started to cry a little.

"Little Julieta." The woman says and her voice is nothing more than a scratchy whisper, carried away by the wind. "Oh Juli. Don't cry. Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault."

Juli freezes for a second, but then she is sobbing, big heaving sobs that shake her entire body. She reaches upwards and clutches at the hand still on her cheek. The blisters on her hands hurt and the mother must feel them, the ragged edges and sore spots. The mother pulls her closer and the little girl collapses against her and gets pulled even more and suddenly Juli has crawled half into the woman's lap and holds on to her dark shawl as if her life depends on it. She must be spreading tears and snot all over it and oh, what if mother sees her like this? What will she say? What will she do?

But she can't stop. Is afraid she'll never be able to stop.

"Dear child." The mother sounds exhausted, but there is also steel in the words that follow. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't!"

"If I hadn't played that day. If I hadn't -"

"I have told my Lou a hundred times not to climb that tree. Have told him a hundred times that the branches higher up are not strong enough to hold him." She sighs. It ruffles the top of Julieta's hair. "I have scolded and punished and pleaded. And he still decided to climb it again that day. Because he is- he was a child. And children play. They play and they laugh and they don't think that anything bad could ever happen to them. And that's how it should be, for children. They shouldn't have to worry about-" She chokes on her tears, holds Julieta a little bit tighter. "I don't blame him for being a child. Why would I blame you for the same? For playing? How old are you again, dear?"

"Seven." Juli mumbles into her chest.

"Just seven." The mother whispers. Forlorn. "Two years younger than my Lou. And already so much on your shoulders. So much guilt." She presses her cheek against the crown of Juli's head and her next words are so quiet, Julieta is not even sure she was supposed to hear them. "Sometimes I wonder about this miracle. About these gifts. Sometimes I wonder if they aren't actually a curse."

Julieta holds very still. She doesn't want to ask what she means, doesn't want clarification.

Doesn't want to defend the miracle.

Doesn't know if she can, right now.

So she holds still and pretends she didn't hear and maybe the mother believes her or she is just too tired to keep the conversation going. They lapse into silence and it feels like an eternity before Julieta can hear her Mama calling her from inside the house. She immediately pushes herself away from the comforting embrace and tries to dry her tears.

The mother watches her out of sad eyes and then reaches inside the small basket. The pastry she holds out to Julieta is still warm and the child stares at it as the adult rises to her feet, impossible slowly.

"Eat that." She says and takes the basket. Her voice is flat again, but this time Julieta understands that she is not angry. She is just tired. So tired. "Farewell Julieta Madrigal. I wish you all the best."

Julieta doesn't say anything as the woman goes back inside the house. She stares at the pastry and at her blisters and feels the wind in her hair.

"It was not my fault." she says.

She doesn't quite believe it. Not yet.

But the mother of the boy who has played without a care and who is now dead believes it and maybe that is enough. For now.

She takes a bite and her blisters still don't heal but they stop hurting.

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As for Pepa, I might write something for her too and upload them together to ao3, we'll see

#encanto #my pedro lives au #encanto fanfic #encanto headcanons #Encanto Julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal #Julieta madrigal needs a hug

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zafirosreverie · 2 years ago

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Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind.

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno.

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!"

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting.

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

#reader insert #x reader #Female reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal and reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal and reader #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #Encanto #change the future

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phantoms-hall · 9 months ago

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Julieta Madrigal SFW Alphabet (Fem!Reader)

A/N: This is my first time posting anything on here so I genuinely have no idea what I'm doing but I'll figure it out along the way.

PS- Agustín kicked the bucket in this universe. Sorry brother. Mostly inspired by Moon_calvary's Por Amor Al Arte on AO3.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

As one would expect, she's a very affectionate person. Kisses and hugs are your daily bread with this woman. She also does not mind public displays of affection, in fact she welcomes it. Whether that be holding hands, hugging each other from behind when you spot one another around Encanto etc. Short answer: she adores physical affection.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Given how many people she sees on a daily basis, I would say her first 'encounter' with a probable close friend has to be someone who caught her eye. A creative type of person: artist, singer, somone who plays an instrument, something along those lines. I believe she'd have watched you in passing when she spotted you out of the corner of her eye, and began to look forward to seeing you around. Then inevitably when you wound up at her table because you got injured, she striked up a small conversation. Ever since, whenever you see each other you'd talk for a bit until you became closer with each meeting. When you started meeting more frequently, you'd learn that she has so much to offer as a person; her humor, her talents besides cooking and what not. You'd begin to know Julieta Madrigal as a person.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves cuddles, no more needs to be said. If she's had an especially rough day, she likes cuddling into your chest at night while you play with her hair. She also returns them in excess: she'll rub your back while she cuddles you, hum sweet songs into your ear or just talk about her day until you fall asleep and/or feel better. However she likes being on the receiving end more.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Given what happened with Agustín, I'd say she would want to wait a while before resettling but it's not a definite no, she just needs time to readjust even if she wants you with every fibre of her being. Do I really need to say anything about her cooking? Well, I will anyway. Her food has a flavour that no other could replicate. The love and care she puts into each dish is potent and makes them all the more better for it. As for cleaning: she has a magical house so I assume that Casita deals with most of the cleaning other than the dishes. In that case, she's a master dish washer. Never seen dishes as spick and span as hers.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She'd let them down easily. She obviously won't break up with someone without a good reason so she would make sure to go into detail about why the relationship wasn't working out. And if nothing is their fault, she would make sure and reassure them of that.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said above: not too quick to remarry. She wouldn't mind getting engaged, but the marriage might have to wait a bit. The fact that her girls and entire family practically adores you though, does make her want to do it sooner rather than later.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Her touches are as soft as they come. They feel like silk on your skin while her warmth encapsulates you like a blanket on a rather cold night, and when you touch her it's as if she's melting right into you. As for emotionally, she just as gentle, if not more. When she's overwhelmed she'll quitely come to your side and rest her head on your shoulder and play with your fingers or just keep her hands somewhere on your person to ground herself and if you spot her not looking quite like herself, you'll take her somewhere quiet. When it's you, she'll spot the signs of emotional distress immediately and come to your side, to offer verbal or non verbal comfort depending on how the mood is and like you, take you to where you find it most peaceful.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Like I established before: she adores physical affection and hugs are no stranger to her or you. She'll hug you everyday before you leave after helping her set up her table- or if you can't make it, before she leaves casita. She loves it when you hug her from behind and give her a kiss on her cheek, which you then have to lean down for her to reciprocate because you're a few inches taller. When she's cooking and waiting to flip her arepas, she'll wipe her hands and snap you out of your daze of admiration by trapping you in a gentle yet equally tight hug and places a small kiss on your nose. Her hugs are as soft as can be. Her body heat spills onto you like a warm bath and when her chest meets yours, it's the best feeling you can think of as she rests her head on the crook of your neck.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Actually saying that she loves you took some time but before that she would call you mi amor and all other sorts of nicknames. However, after she was able to tell you about her feelings for the first time, I love you became a daily mantra that you would chant to each other.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's truly not an inherently jealous person. But she does feel a twinge of jealousy when men approach you and begin to shamelessly flirt with you when you're at her table, or if she sees another woman outside her family getting a little too touchy with you when you aren't that well acquainted.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are divine and feather like to the touch. Her lips are soft and warm much like the rest of her and are always coated with a sweet and savoury taste. From the moment she spots you- you get a kiss on the cheek, forehead, nose; you get the point. Her favourite place to kiss you though is your lips and a close second are the back of your palms. Her most favourite place to be kissed is her neck. But if you ask her, she loves your kisses no matter where they are.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She raised six. The woman definitely knows what she's doing if what her daughters, niece and nephews say are anything to go by. Children also seem to adore her by default.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She usually ends up waking up before everyone to prepare breakfast and her daily medicinal food. However, you don't take too long to wake up after she does, missing her warmth and by the time she's preparing clothes to wear after she showers, you're awake- so you shower and get dressed together. You help her prepare breakfast on most mornings and wash the dishes while keeping her company until the rest of the family starts to come down stairs. Then you help her pack everything and take it to her table so she can start her daily healing.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are sometimes spent in a similar fashion. After you two prepare dinner, sometimes she would start experimenting with new recipes and you'd be her taste tester. Other times, you'd shower and get ready for bed together. You'd talk about your days, read a book to each other, or just lie there in comfortable silence. Nonetheless, your nights together are tranquil.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

After a few weeks of knowing you, she'd open up to you about the stress of being the only healer in the village and the despair of losing her husband. However, she always spread them out in lengthy intervals at first, not wanting to make every conversation heavy. After you two got closer, she started to find a good balance with voicing her worries and concerns.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She's an extremely patient person and it takes a lot to anger her. But if you manage to get her genuinely angry...you screwed up big time.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remembers every thing you tell her, little or big. Your birthday? She knows. She even knows the time you were born and you don't even remember even though you told her. What colour you like? She knows. Your favourite scent? Of course she knows. Your least favourite animal. Yeah, she knows.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her most cherished moment with you would be the moment she finally admitted she wanted to be yours and she wanted you to be hers. She remembers every detail of it. Where it happened, the look in your eyes, the scent of your hair when she leaned into kiss you for the first time, the feel of your heartbeat on her palm as she rested it on your chest, the tears, everything. She holds it close to her soul.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Don't let her soft nature fool you, she will get defensive for you if need be. She'd very politely yet subtly warn others not to cross her path when it comes to you. As for you, you're less subtle and polite about it and will scrap with someone if they even tried to say or do something to her if you had to. But because you know she's not much of a confrontational person, you'll excuse yourselves and take her gently by her hand to somewhere that she feels safe and hold her tight. However, according to her- anywhere's safe when she's with you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

No matter what she does, she gives it her absolute all. Especially when it comes to you. You get new gifts from her often. Remember when I said she remembers your favourite scent and colour? Yeah, she asks Isabela to grow the flowers so she can make you scented candles and perfumes. She and Mirabel even sew dresses for you in your favourite colour, while Luisa helps her mamá find new places she can take you on dates. When anniversaries roll around, be prepared for a feast and I mean a feast.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She tends to bottle things up until she eventually can't take it anymore. While she's way more open with you than before, that bad habit seems to linger. And though you don't have any issues with comforting her during a break down, you wish she would let you know about these things earlier so you can help. She also bites her nails and lips when she's anxious.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

While modest, she knows she has a nice figure and equally nice features. But as she ages, she seems to get a little more self conscious- however you're always there to make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world and she loves you for that and more.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It scared her at first to think how dependant she had become on you. The thought of you leaving in any sense of the word terrifies her to no return and if you leave her like Agustín did, she doesn't know if she'll be able to put those broken pieces back together again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She likes to sing when she has time to spare. She even writes songs from time to time but she's too shy to share them with anyone, except you of course.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She doesn't like people who are plain rude. She also doesn't like when people are crass and say crude things in the midst of a regular conversation when she doesn't even know them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

She mumbles a bit in her sleep and sometimes pulls the blanket away from you. She also somehow manages to feel if you move a little and pull you right back towards her so she can keep snuggling against your chest.

#julieta madrigal x reader #encanto #julieta madrigal #x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #madrigal family #encanto fandom #encanto fanfic #sfw alphabet #alphabet

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jacarandaaaas · 10 months ago

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I rewatched the movie last night! here’s a quick summary of my thoughts:

- I MISSED THE MADRIGALS SO MUCH😭😭

- baby mirabel is so so cute she deserves the world

- “open your eyes” theme introduced!!

- the title card is so majestic we need to talk about it more

- yayyy 15 year old mira let’s go!! the silly!!

- mirabel is still my fave disney protagonist ever she’s so fun to follow her personality is great she’s so multifaceted i will always love her !!!

- the way she knocks on everyone’s doors LMAOOO

- “well US” 😭

- her waving to casita <333

- coffee kid needs to chill

- this whole song slaps

- accordion YEAHH!!

- mirabels iconic rap to avoid talking about herself 😭

- dolores casually saying she didn’t get a gift😭

- osvaldo STOP

- camilo telling jose “nice job over there” as he’s standing doing absolutely nothing himself 💀

- did someone say FLOWERS✨

- mirabels eyeroll at Isa 😭😭

- “our angel our angel!!” felix ily

- “I’m not in the way you ar😠” *walks into a pillar*

- ay agustín😭

- julieta & agustín telling her she has nothing to prove <33

- miras handcrafts <33

- “ i actually made these as a surprise! for you oooh oooohh” 😭

- alma trying to nicely tell mira to leave the decorations alone and mira pretending it doesn’t hurt 😭

- julieta saying to alma it’s gonna be a hard night for mira and alma saying if it doesn’t go well it will be hard for everyone :( and mira overhearing this

- how she knew exactly where antonio would be😭

- the jaguar she made him😭

- “what if it doesn’t work” 💔

- him saying to her I wish you could have a door meaning not a gift but just her own room and privacy aww

- “you don’t have to worry about me” ☹️

- the hug !!!

- the way casita pushes them out from under the bed and you can hear mirabel going “ow ow!” In the background😭

- PARTY TIME💃

- how gently she brings antonio down to meet his family

- the entire interaction with warm family !!

- how you see antonio’s smile drop as soon as they leave :(

- camilos posture is ASS

- alma saying another steps into the light when mirabel is shown mostly in shadow😭

- the I need you scene still kills me

- mirabel zoning out of the flashback and you can sense the haziness of it

- antonio’s room!!!!

- it’s bigger on the inside!?

- isas smile in this scene <3

- camilo being supportive big brother!!

- dolores thumbs up is so cute and pepa kissing antonio all over is so cute

- agustín almost falling over because parce😭

- “a gift just as special as you” NOOOOO

- how this song starts as reprise of the family madrigal but when she admits she’s not fine it changes to 3/4 time :(

- comparing herself to everyone else

- open your eyes!!!

- love the fact she ends up achieving everything she sings about

- I AM READY CMON IM READY🗣️

- the high note ahhhh

- the cracks scene camera movement is so interesting

- and the sounds too ahh

- antonio’s got MOVES🙏 felix trying to get alma to dance ahhh

- this scene gives me second hand embarrassment I feel so bad for mira

- casita wtf bro

- mira saying she would never ruin antonio’s night because she knows that’s what people are thinking :(

- corn plate moment but I like the subtle noise of the arepa healing her hand

- julieta coddling her but mira rejecting it :(

- bruno lost his way :(

- mirabel super spy era

- alma actually crying here😭

- praying to pedro for guidance ugh my heart

- mirabel deciding this is now her mission

- mirabel and casita being besties!!

- agustín already getting swarmed by the animals💀

- pepa and her coffee <33

- mirabel trying to act all sweet to Dolores but it’s just camilo💀

- dolores mentioning rats talking in the walls ahh I love foreshadowing

- pepas cloud disappearing as soon as felix puts his arm around her😭

- mirabel yapping to luisa (she just wants to eat)

- mirabel oblivious to the fact she’s meant to be paying attention to alma

- YOU DO!!!🫵

- alma getting casita to move her😭

- “mmhmm I will help luisa!” “Stop😠”

- dolores look over at isa before saying the 5 babies like😭

- isa and mira both not looking where the other is going and then isa acting like it was just mirabel💀

- luisa casually lifting a church

- mirabel falling off a wall

- “you’re gonna make me drop a donkey!” (On you)

- mirabel angry stomping is so unserious

- surface pressure time!!!

- the visuals of this song are so good

- the way luisa is saying “can I somehow preserve this” as she’s adjusting mirabels glasses feels like how mirabel in this song represents the family and how luisa is always trying to preserve them

- how in the bridge the landscape is pastel and free of pressure ahhh!! unicorn donkeys and glitter !! (luisa is a girly girl I will believe this until I die)

- how as they get higher up the pressures in the background start building and getting higher in pitch until the drop omg

- casita imagery here!

- dancing donkeys cause she realized mira seemed scared :(

- luisa starting to have a panic attack and mirabel just silently hugging her :(

- luisa you big introverted softie <333

- alma and isa talking about mariano and isabela petals going everywhere :(

- mirabel being nervous because casita can’t help in here

- falling down the sand💀

- pico being sassy and just leaving her😭

- goofy the family madrigal reprise as she’s climbing the stairs lmaoooo

- BRUNO YOUR ROOM IS THE WOOOOOORRRRSTT😠

- almost dies swinging across chasm u celebrated too early girl!

- pico judging her😭

- pico hiding in mirabels hair aww

- QUITTER🗣️

- alma noticing candle flickering as mira is piecing the shards together

- mirabel almost suffocated in sand because she didn’t use the handle on the vault😭

- all the sand details in this animation

- alma looking at mirabel when luisa said she was talking to her💀

- poor luisa 😭😭😭

- alma assuming mirabel did something and mirabel looking hurt by that assumption

- telling her again to stay out of the way 💔

- wdtab is so iconic

- felix dramatic burst in

- his face expressions as pepa is saying not to talk about bruno😭

- BUT!

- mirabel awkwardly dancing because this song vibes

- I’m sorry mi vida go ooonnnnn

- pepa imitating the mischevious grin shes so silly I love her

- felix spinning mirabel transition is underrated that scene is so cool

- dolores part!!

- footsteps as part of the beat ahhh

- how she’s foreshadowing again!

- “do you understand” she doesn’t but it’s ok!!

- camilo just spitting bullshit to try scare her😭

- his dramatic movements

- the villagers heeeyyyyyy line

- dolores going no noooo!!

- fish lady 🗣️🗣️

- mirabels imagination is so foul wym you pictured him with a wig💀

- everyone stopping for isas dramatic entrance

- the lighting here is so pretty

- isas voice!!

- miras face will always kill me here😭

- dolores “I can hear him now” as double meaning omggg I love this movie

- isa saying she wants not a sound out of mirabel and mirabel immediately starts singing out of spite 💀

- ISABELA YOUR BOYFRIENDS HERE!! TIME FOR DINNERR

- I love the time for dinner line

- the table choreography is iconic

- mirabel looking at her family doing this and thinking “wtf”

- luisa struggling to lift the pot :(

- the whole ending sequence omg

- “miraboo got your party pants on!?” I love agustín and his goofy dance as he enters the room

- just another thing mira inherited from him ig since they both do goofy dances😭

- casita being mirabels bff

- the whole animation of her rambling to him is so well done all the movements ahh

- agustín immediatly going let’s pretend this never happened😭

- “I know” their faces😭 dolores is so funny for that

- dolores and mirabels stare off will never not be funny to me

- alma pouring more wine😭

- this whole scene is so stressful and funny

- poor luisa :(

- those damn coatis are so smart

- miras face as she watches everything go to shit :(

- “I HATE YOU👹” isa is so dramatic 😭

- agustín going to comfort luisa <33

- mirabels defiance as it’s the second time she says she’s not doing anything

- rats!!!

- alma in severe denial to the townspeople

- “MIRABEL” 😠⚡️

- mirabel gets jumpscared by bruno

- brunos parkour

- camilo comforting pepa <33

- that wall slam must have hurt so bad😭

- cool slide under and kick out the stair

- mirabel thinking she’s gonna die

- “you’re very sweaty” 😭

- mirabel gets jumpscared by a rat and drops bruno into the void

- nvm lol

- “bye” 😐 he’s so me when I don’t want to talk to people

- mirabel is stubborn and therefore follows him

- mira slamming her elbow into something and going “ow” in the background 💀

- his real gift is acting!! this scene is even funnier after reading her inner monologue in the book😭

- bruno saying the rats are always hungry never satisfied

- the plate scene killed me

- how when she realizes how similar they are she opens up to him :(

- bruno looking over at her when she talks about wanting to make the family proud because he relates so bad

- “everyone always assumes the worst” poor bruno 😭

- “you left to protect me?” mira in disbelief at this will always kill me 💔

- bruno giving her a light shoulder punch as she’s leaving

- “yeah��. YEAH!!”

- I love how u can see her lightbulb moment😭

- mirabel kicking the door down like TIO HOLY FUCK- love ur enthusiasm but omg girl😭

- bruno gets jumpscared by his 15 year old niece

- miras optimism is cute

- “the rats told me everything” I love Antonio <333

- mira saying that bruno desperately needs to get out of the walls and him going “myeah” 😭

- antonio giving bruno the stuffie 😭😭😭

- “family weirdos get a bad rap!” “you can do this” guys I love mirabel

- bruno wanting to give up because every vision turns out bad😭

- AM I FIGHTING OR HUGGING !??? ISABELA!?👹

- julieta grabbing agustíns arm to show she sides w him <3

- I WAS THINKING OF MY DAUGHTER🗣️🗣️

- Felix angry “yes😠” when supporting Pepa <33

- bruno supporting mirabel same way she supported him ahhh I love their dynamic

- “come visit?” “I’m bringing you home” <333

- with a huuuuggggg

- mirabel looking utterly disgusted as she attempts to apologize to isabela (and her stupid little dance she does)

- go on apologizeee🙏

- SELFISH!?😯

- mirabel trying to get a hug still is so funny😭 girl she isn’t even looking at you

- WECID YEAHHH

- isa reaction to the cactus is so cute

- rows and rows of roses is a banger line

- “it just needed to be and they’d let me be!”

- the way isas voice deepens when she says “what else can I do”

- her room is so pretty

- a hurricane of jacarandas!!!

- mirabel casually upside down

- how mira stops interrupting and starts to listen to isa

- “careful it’s carnivorous” ☹️

- miras verse being same tune as isas wdtab verse ahhh

- mira becomes ultimate hype girl

- isas reaction to when the pollen gets on her

- how isa initiates the hug!

- “you’re a bad influence!” awwww

- the argument scene is so well acted it actually hurts me so bad

- how mira is so enthusiastic and gets shot down immediately :(

- the way isa and luisa look to eachother after alma mentions them

- “I will never be good enough for you” oh my heart

- mira is tearing up for most of this argument

- mira defending everyone

- the way her voice cracks when she says “we all LOVE this family”

- almas reaction when she mentions bruno

- almas face when mirabel says the miracle is dying because of you and mirabel in disbelief she just said that

- casita cracking right down the middle ooh symbolic

- corn plate but the vines isa uses to try grab the candle arent the ones she uses in wecid but the same ones she used when she was perfect isa. maybe a subtle way of saying how after what alma said she’s already reverting back to her old self and doesn’t have the confidence to embrace her new self anymore

- casita being mirabels best friend ever

- casita saving miras life <333

- the whisper of “no” when the candle goes out

- casita waving goodbye to her😭😭

- mira being almost in a state of disassociation after casita collapsed

- alma in total shock and probably relieve that night💔

- “let me help you” I love dolores shes so sweet

- pepa telling antonio to not cry😭😭

- the way julieta holds mirabels face here

- her reaction when mirabel is gone😭

- everyone calling for her and the village kids missing her :(

- mirabel crying at the river :(

- “I just wanted to be something I’m not” oh the way she says this 💔

- the transition into dos oruguitas is so smooth

- dos oruguitas is the most heartbreakingly beautiful thing ever💔

- pedro laughing when alma almost falls aww

- how they spent the whole night together stoppp

- the miracle candle being their wedding candle hurts

- pedro’s reaction to triplets😭

- pedro would have been such a good dad😭😭

- how pedro whispers “I love you” to alma in that scene

- almas apology since a lot of people forget this happened 🙏

- butterfly !!!

- mirabel changing what she said in the argument awww

- how they’re both crying here 😭 (same)

- “he sent me you” 😭😭😭

- almas reaction to seeing bruno ahhh

- horse girl mira lets go!!!

- the kids being so happy she’s back and the bell ringing ahhhh

- the way the entire family was lost without mirabel and had no idea what to do so when she returns they just let her take the lead

- how mirabel guides them all inside whilst singing about how everyone wants to shine

- mirabel helping luisa and luisa tearing up <333

- the townspeople coming to help!!

- mirabel being the one at the front to meet with the townspeople and collect the supplies but not alma

- this and scene with the blueprints indicate to me that alma fully trusts mirabel and is letting her play a bigger role in this project!

- the sisters singing together!!!!

- coffee kid going ham on the hammering

- priest going 👍 when bruno is laying out the sand

- mariano sitting on doorstep like a little loser :(

- how the background noise quietens a bit when dolores shows up

- mirabel and isa successfully set up their cousin and are celebrating their victory🙏

- we need a doorknob🗣️🗣️

- antonio guiding her to the door because she guided him to his door will never not kill me

- the family singing about how loved and appreciated she is (those harmonies OMGGG)

- alma repeating what her very first line in the movie was

- “I see me, all of me” oh no more tears 😭😭

- mirabel on the middle of the door 😭

- casita bringing in mirabel for a hug and her immediate reaction telling everyone else to get inside it’s party time 💃

- antonio and parce reunited!!!

- isas new dress and how happy and comfortable she is

- luisa resting !!!

- pepa dancing and felix going “yeah amor!” I love them

- family picture!!! casita hugging them in the photo and ending on the frame of the photo decorated by mirabel <33

I LOVE THIS MOVIE SO MUCH <3333

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Lady Madrid | Chapter 16

Author's note: I hope you've enjoyed Ben and Julieta's love story, and as always, thank you very much for reading! 💜

Previous chapter

Masterlist

“I'm sorry you had to witness… that.”

“I've seen worse, don't worry.”

“But it was your first time experiencing Boxing Day, Julieta. You should have watched something good, not your boyfriend being ass.”

“You've always been ass, pretty face.”

“What?”

“Because you have the nicest one” I say, pinching his butt.

“Julieta!”

“Couldn't help myself. Sorry” I shrug.

“That was very naughty, you know? The Three Wise Men still are watching” Ben says with a teasing smile.

“You don't complain like this when I grab it while we are fu…”

“Julieta!” he says again. “Anyone could hear you!”

“Oh, well” I shrug again.

We are outside the changing room at Stamford Bridge, waiting for Reece to be done so we can go have dinner together. Since he is the captain, he has had to give some interviews, and those aren't easy after a defeat like the one Chelsea suffered today. Arsenal played with them as if they were a bunch of kids, and by half time they were already losing 0-3, the final score being 0-5.

“You are the worst” Ben says, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer towards him.

“And that's why you love me” I smile.

“Chilly! Julieta!” a familiar voice says, stopping us when we are about to kiss.

“Hello, Declan” Ben says. “What are you doing here?”

“Heard Julieta was around, and came to wish her Merry Christmas even if it is a bit late. Though in Spain they still are going on, aren't they?”

“Yep. We celebrate Christmas until January 6.”

“Then felis navidas” Declan says before hugging me.

“Feliz navidad, Declan.”

“I didn't sound like that, did I?” he laughs.

“Almost. You need to keep practicing.”

“I'll ask Merino to help me” he smiles. “And I better go before the other Mikel, aka the gaffer, leaves me here. I'm sorry about today, bro” he says, resting his hand on Ben's shoulder and giving it an encouraging squeeze. “You played really well, you know?”

“Thank you. And it's fine, don't worry” Ben says.

“Is it true what they are saying, tho? That Maresca is out?” Declan asks, lowering down his voice.

“I don't know, bro. The changing room was so quiet… And he didn't come in to tell us anything.”

“Shit. That's… Anyway, I better go. It was lovely to see you again, Julieta.”

“You too, Declan” I smile before he leaves, giving first Ben and then me one last hug.

“I'm gonna go check what Reece is doing and what is taking him so long. Do you mind waiting here?” Ben tells me.

“Yes, sure. But…”

“But?”

“What Declan said... Do you think this was Maresca’s last game?”

“I don't know, Julieta. I don't know” he sighs.

“I'm here, I'm here” Reece says, finally leaving the changing room. “Sorry it took me so long, I… Why that face, Chilly? What happened?”

“That we are starving, that's what happened” I say, quickly changing the topic of conversation. I don't like Ben's face either. “Can we please go?”

“Yes, of course. You are gonna love this new Italian restaurant, Julieta. You'll see” Reece says, putting his arm around my shoulders as we start walking.

“We'll see.”

“You will. Won't she, Chilly?”

“Uh?”

“The Italian restaurant.”

“Oh, yes. It's really good” he says.

“Ben, are you ok?” I ask him.

“Yes, yes. Just thinking about the game, nothing else.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure, Julieta. C'mon” he smiles.

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“Well… it happened. Maresca has been sacked” Ben says, letting himself fall on the sofa after leaving to talk on the phone with someone from the club.

“A todo cerdo le llega su San Martín.”

“Julieta, did you just call him pig?” he laughs.

“Yes… but no. It's a Spanish saying that basically means karma is a bitch.”

“And why is karma being a bitch to him?”

“Because he had you looking pretty on the stands for six months without giving you a chance to play, and could have ruined your career. Luckily, we, as in Real Madrid, came to the rescue.”

“Yeah…” he sighs.

“There it is that face again!”

“What?”

“That face, Ben!” I say, pointing at him. “It's the same one you made yesterday at Stamford Bridge when I asked you about Maresca and Reece interrupted us.”

“It is my face, Julieta” he shrugs.

“Yes. Your I'm worried about something face.”

“I'm not…”

“Benjamin” I cut him before he can give me an excuse.

“God, you just sounded like my mum” he chuckles.

“Then if you don't want me to do like her and ground you by making you sleep on the sofa, tell me what is going on inside that pretty head of yours.”

“It's just… I… I'm worried about what will happen now.”

“Now? What do you mean?”

“Earning Maresca's trust was really tough, Julieta. You know it better than anyone. And now someone new is coming, and I feel like I'm going back to square one. Like all the work and effort I've put in for the past year, has gone to hell. What if the new manager doesn't like me? What if he wants me to go? What if I… if I end up training with the academy boys? I can't go through that again, Julieta. I can't. I…”

“Ben. Ben, hey. Look at me” I say, cupping his face and forcing him to do it. “That isn't going to happen.”

“You don't know that, Julieta.”

“Yes, I do. Because this season you've been one of the best players on the team, and only someone stupid would not want you on their team.”

“But what if I don't fit in with the idea they have? That's what happened with Maresca. He played differently and…”

“And you still managed to get your spot back in the team and start on most games, didn't you? You proved to him and everyone that you can adapt to a new system and keep playing good football.”

“Yes, but…”

“No, Ben. No more buts or doubts. Whoever is coming will see what a valuable player you are and keep you in the team.”

“Or not.”

“Benjamin!” I say, raising my voice.

“I'm sorry, Julieta. I… I… I'm sorry” he says, moving my hands from his face and getting up from the sofa.

“Where are you going?”

“For a walk. I need some fresh air.”

“It is freezing cold outside, Ben.”

“I'll wear my thick coat and a beanie, don't worry.”

“Can I go with you?”

“No. I need to be alone and think.”

“Think about what?”

“Just… think” he shrugs.

“Ben” I say, also getting up from the sofa.

“It's gonna be ok, Julieta” he says, caressing my cheek. “I'm not going to give up if that's what you are thinking.”

“Aren't you? Because things have been going so well for the past six months… Like, there have been some bumps on the road, but we've made it through it all. Through all those moments when we've missed each other or when we were feeling down because of a bad game. We did it then, and we can do it now. Together.”

“You mean when I was feeling down because of a bad game” he chuckles. “Your season is going way better than ours.”

“Yes, but…”

“I just need some fresh air and to clear my head, Julieta” Ben says, now both his hands on my face. “To try and put some order to all the thoughts I currently have inside it.”

“Just that?”

“Just that” he says. “So don't worry, ok? I'll be back before lunch time.”

“You better. Because if you don't, I'll go find you myself and drag you back. And I won't be gentle about it.”

“Ok” he chuckles.

“And wear a scarf too besides the beanie. And gloves. And thick socks. Your feet always get cold first and then you complain about it for hours.”

“Yes, mum” he sighs, trying to hide a smile.

“Idiot” I reply, hitting his arm.

“I'm gonna be fine, Julieta. We are gonna be fine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. May I go put on all those layers you want me to wear?”

“Yes. Go” I say, rolling my eyes.

“I love you” Ben says, kissing my cheek.

“And I love you too” I say as I watch him walk away, hoping he is right and that everything is going to be ok.

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“Ben, finally!” I say, running towards him as I hear the door opening.

“See how you jump at me when you haven't seen me for a while?” he laughs, catching me as I wrap my arms and legs around his body.

“Oh, shush!” I reply.

“May I finish taking all these clothes off? You can go back to hugging me like a koala once I'm done” he says with a teasing smile.

“Fine” I say, letting go of him. “Did you do your thinking?”

“I did.”

“And it worked, didn't it? You managed to put all those thoughts inside your head in order.”

“I did” he says again. “How do you know?”

“Your smile.”

“What?” he chuckles.

“I don't know how to explain it, but… It was different from the ones you have been giving me since yesterday after the game.”

“I didn't know my smiles said all that.”

“Yeah, well. You don't spend as much time looking at your face as I do.”

“At my pretty face?” he smirks, grabbing me by the waist.

“The very same” I say, resting my hands on his chest. “Is everything good, then? Can I stop worrying?”

“You can. I did some thinking, had a chat with some friends and my agent, and all is good now” Ben smiles.

“No more doubts about the new manager and how it will affect you?”

“Nope.”

“But you still aren't telling me something.”

“What?”

“You are hiding something from me. I can feel it.”

“I am not, Julieta.”

“I'm being serious, Ben.”

“I… ok, fine” he sighs. “I forgot to put on my thick socks like you told me, and my feet are freezing cold. Fancy a warm bath?” he smirks again.

“That's not it.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Ben!” I say when he lifts me in the air, making me go back to my koala hug position. “What are you doing?”

“Carrying you upstairs.”

“What? Why?”

“I need a warm bath to bring my feet back to life, and I want to share it with you. With the woman I love” he smiles as he starts walking.

“Going all cute and implying that we are going to have sex isn't gonna make me forget that you are hiding something from me, Benjamin.”

“I'm not hiding anything from you.”

“Liar.”

“Julieta…” he sighs.

“Ok, ok. If you don't want to tell me what it is, then don't. But you have to at least tell me one thing.”

“Fine” he sighs again.

“Do I have to worry about whatever it is you are hiding from me? Like, is it something bad?”

“It isn't.”

“So you are hiding something from me! I knew it!”

“Dear God, Julieta” he says, putting me down since we've made it to the bathroom. “It's your other Christmas present, ok?”

“Other present?” I ask.

“Yes. One to give you on Three Wise Men day. While I was on my walk I was told some good news about it. Happy now?”

“No.”

“What?”

“Now I won't be able to sleep because I will be thinking about what it may be.”

“Urgh” Ben groans.

“I was just teasing you, pretty face.”

“You… you…”

“Me?”

“Come here.”

“Ben!” I laugh when he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to my room.”

“What? And your bath?”

“You don't deserve a warm and relaxing bath, Julieta.”

“Why not?” I say when we make it to his room.

“Because you've been very naughty” he says before basically throwing me into the bed.

“Then what do I deserve? Because we aren't in your bed to take a nap, are we?”

“When we are done with what I have in mind, you will definitely need a nap” he says as he starts taking off his clothes.

“So confident, Chilwell” I say with a teasing smile.

“You don't think I'm capable of it?”

“Well…” I shrug.

“Wrong answer” he says, grabbing me by the ankles and dragging me to the end of the bed while I just laugh.

“Ben, what…” I say as he takes off my joggers and underwear, leaving me naked from the waist down.

“You've been so naughty, Julieta” he says, kneeling in front of me and kissing my inner thigh, the feeling making me gasp. “So so naughty�� What am I going to do with you?” he says before leaving another kiss.

“Eat me out?”

“Ummm… maybe” he says, kissing my other thigh.

“Those kisses are really nice, Ben. But can you… you know. Go to the fun part?” I ask him after a couple of minutes where all he does is kiss my thighs, teasing me by moving to where I want him to but never actually doing it. “You said I was going to take a nap after we were done, not during.”

“Ok, then” he says, grabbing both my legs and putting them over his shoulders.

“Ben, what… fuck” I moan when he finally kisses me (and other things) where I wanted him to.

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“Chatting with Romeo?”

“Bloody hell, Alba!” I say, my hand instinctively moving to my chest.

“Chatting with Romeo or not?” she says, sitting down next to me.

“Yes, I am talking with Ben.”

“And what is he telling you that has you so focused? Something naughty?” she smirks.

“No” I say, looking down at my phone so she can't see me blushing. Hearing the word naughty brings back memories from last week in London and… well. Let's just say that the nap did happen, and that it was very needed. “I sent him a photo of the Bernabéu, and told him that I missed watching him play here.”

“Is it wise to tell him that when he has a new manager and things are a bit in the air at Chelsea?”

“What was wise to tell?”

“My God, Olga” I jump again. “You too?”

“Me what?” she says, sitting next to Alba.

“Nothing.”

“And the wise thing? What was that about?” she asks.

“Julieta sent Romeo a photo of the Bernabéu telling him that she misses watching him play here.”

“What? Julieta!”

“I'm sorry, ok? I… I… I just miss him so much” I say, covering my face with my hands and starting to cry. “And I know it's been just a week, but getting to spend Christmas with him and his family, and then basically experiencing how it would be to live together felt so good and so right, that I… I…”

“Aww, Julieta” Olga says, getting up from her seat and hugging me. “It's ok.”

“It's like those days in London showed me how our life together could be, and now it is all I want, you know? To be together, not kilometres away from each other.”

“Looks like you also are a bit clingy, uh?” Alba chuckles, squeezing my knee to let me know that she is just teasing me, trying to cheer me up.

“Yep” I reply, letting go of Olga.

“And that's why you are together and so in love as you are” she says, wiping away some of my tears. “Because you both are clingy, stubborn, and stupidly handsome.”

“Ummm… what?” I laugh.

“It's the conclusion I got after constantly seeing videos of you two together on my for you page on Tiktok” she shrugs. “You make such a handsome couple…”

“And hot” Alba adds. “You more than Romeo, tho.”

“Thank you” I chuckle. “Shit!”

“We are jumpy today, aren't we?” Alba chuckles when my phone pings.

“It's Ben. He's replied” I say, my eyes fixed on the screen.

“What does he say?” Olga asks.

“He… He says he misses the roof.”

“What?” she says with a confused look.

“He says he misses playing under the roof, that it is too cold in London.”

“That's… umm…”

“Not what we expected him to reply” Alba says.

“He's writing again” I say when I see the little bubble. Here comes the I miss you and I wish I was there. God, why did I send him that message? What if he starts feeling down again after what happened on Boxing Day? What if… “What the…”

“What did he say now?”

“He’s asking me if I've left a refreshment for the Three Wise Men and the camels next to my tree.”

“What?” Olga says.

“Fun fact. They actually weren't traveling on camels if we believe all the paintings of them. The ones with just one hump are the dromedaries” Alba says.

“That's… He's writing again” I say, looking back at my phone. “Now he's asking me to eat some roscón while thinking about him?”

“Didn't know you were into those things, Julieta” Alba laughs.

“What? No! I… And now he's asking me about the game, if it hasn't started yet.”

“Looks like you mentioning that you miss him didn't bother him too much” Olga says, moving back to her seat.

“I… I don't know… There is something going on here.”

“Something like what?”

“I'm not sure. He's been weird since I left London. Like… I don't know. Though maybe he is just excited about me seeing this super gift he has gotten me, the one I'm not allowed to ask about.”

“Oh my God, Julieta” Alba gasps. “What if the super gift is that he is going to propose?”

“What?”

“Yes! And he's acting weird, saying random things and not letting you ask about it, because he is nervous and doesn't want to ruin the surprise!”

“Alba, that doesn't make any sense. He's told her he's gotten her another Christmas present, nothing else.”

“But that may be a lie to distract her! Imagine that he shows up here tomorrow and asks you to marry him!”

“He has training tomorrow” I say.

“Then maybe he's asked for a free day” she shrugs.

“Again, that doesn't make any sense” Olga says. “And the game is about to start, so let's focus on that and the boys winning and not on proposals and missing English men.”

“Handsome English men?” Alba says with a teasing smile.

“She's not gonna let go of that now, is she?” Olga asks me.

“Nope” I chuckle.

“Great” she sighs as the la décima anthem starts blasting through the speakers, silencing my worries about Ben's behaviour even if it's just for 90 minutes.

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“Thank you so much for coming, Julieta.”

“Of course, Judy” I smile.

A couple of days ago Denise invited me to have tea with her and Jude with the excuse of giving me my Christmas present and celebrating the Three Wise Men day. Since they had chosen to celebrate the holidays in Madrid and I was in London, we hadn't seen each other until now.

“Let me help you with your coat and the roscón.”

“Oh, thank you. And that pronunciation was on point, you know?”

“Thank you” Jude smiles.

“But since when are you such a gentleman?”

“I've always been one, Julieta.”

“Sure.”

“I have. Also thank you for buying this. My mum has been dreaming about it since last Christmas” he chuckles.

“You're welcome.”

“Now come. Your present is waiting for you” he says, leading the way.

“Jude!” Denise calls from the kitchen. “Jude, can you please come? I need your help!”

“I should probably go see what she needs. You can wait in the living room, your present is the only one under the tree. You can open it already if you want to.”

“Oh, no, don't worry. I'll wait for you.”

“Ok” he says before running towards the kitchen.

“What the…” I say when I make it to the living room. There is someone standing next to the Christmas tree checking one of the ornaments. Someone I'm pretty familiar with. But it can't be. I must be imagining it all, I… “Ben?”

“Hello, Julieta” he smiles, turning to look at me.

“What… What are you doing here? Are you real?”

“I am very real, yes” he chuckles. “You can come closer to be sure of it.”

“I… I don't understand” I say as I walk towards him. “Didn't you have training today?”

“Nope.”

“Then why did you tell me…”

“Had to keep the secret somehow” he says, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. He is real. He is here. He…

Imagine that he shows up here tomorrow and asks you to marry him!

“Ben, are you going to ask me to marry you?” I blurt out.

“What?” he laughs.

“Yes. I don't know. I… Why else would you be here?”

“Because of this” he says, picking the only present under the tree and giving it to me.

“I… I don't understand. Is this Jude and Denise’s present for me?”

“Open it and I'll explain everything later.”

“Ok” I say, doing as he says. “This… This is your Real Madrid shirt.”

“It is.”

“Why are you gifting me your shirt?”

“Look at it properly, Julieta.”

“Properly? What do you mean?”

“Is this last season's shirt?”

“Umm… no. It is the one from this season. Why… Ben, can you please explain to me what the hell is going on? Because I am extremely confused.”

“Ok, sorry” he chuckles. “I'm back, Julieta.”

“What?”

“This shirt is my new shirt. And not just for six months like last year. Real Madrid is actually signing me and offering me a three year contract.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I'm coming back and I'm staying, Julieta. I'm staying in Madrid with you.”

“You… This… I…” I mumble, looking from Ben to the shirt on my hands and back at him. “You are back.”

“Yes.”

“You are signing a proper contract. It isn't a loan.”

“Nope.”

“You are staying.”

“I am, Julieta.”

“Oh my God, Ben. Oh my God!” I say before letting the box and the shirt fall to the floor and jumping at him. And yes, you guessed it. I'm giving him one of my koala hugs. “You are staying!”

“I am” he laughs, hugging me back while trying to keep his balance.

“But why? How? When?”

“It is a bit of a long story, but remember after Boxing Day when I felt so down?”

“How to forget it.”

“Well, I called my agent, shared all my fears and doubts about my future with him, and he told me that before the holidays he had gotten a call from Real Madrid asking about me because of Carvajal’s setback on his recovery.”

“What?”

“He didn't tell me anything when they called him because he wanted me to enjoy the holidays and wait to see what was going to happen with Maresca, so once it all passed…”

“Oh my God, Ben. Oh my God!”

“You already said that, Julieta” someone chuckles.

“Jude?” I say, letting go of Ben. Kind of. Because I am still hugging him, just not in a koala way. “Did you know about this?”

“Of course I did” he says. “Do you like my Christmas present?”

“I love it. I love him” I say, looking at Ben.

“Should I bring the champagne so we can celebrate Ben's comeback?” Denise says, showing up next to Jude.

“And the tea?”

“Oh, there never was any tea, Julieta” she laughs. “It was all just an excuse to drag you here and meet with Ben.”

“That's… I… Thank you. Both of you” I say, looking at Denise and Jude.

“You're very welcome” she smiles. “Do I bring the champagne, then?”

“Please” I say.

“Great” she says before leaving.

“So you are staying” I say, looking at Ben again.

“I am.”

“And for good.”

“For good. Madrid is my new home, and moving here is the beginning of chapter three on our love story” he smiles, reminding me of the photo album he got me for Christmas and that has probably become one of my most precious possessions. “Though if I'm being honest, I could say the same about any place in the world where I am with you. Because you, Julieta… You are my home.”

“Aww, Chilly” Jude says. “That's so romantic! And I should… umm… I should probably go see if my mum needs help with the champagne.”

“Yes, Judy. You should” I tell him.

“Ok. Ummm… sorry” he says with an apologetic smile before leaving us alone.

“So, where were we?” I say, back to focusing just on Ben. “Oh, yes. You were saying that Madrid was your home or something like that.”

“Something like that, yes” he chuckles.

“But then you said something about me. Can you repeat it, please?”

“You are my home, Julieta. I love you.”

“I love you too, pretty face” I say before kissing him.

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“Oh, I must answer this call. You can have another look around the house on your own if you want.”

“Thank you” I smile.

“So…” Ben says once the real estate agent has left. “What do you think?”

“I quite like it. The neighbourhood is a good one, it has a lot of light, the garden is amazing…”

“The garden is great, isn't it? Maybe perfect for a couple of dogs to run around?” he says with a teasing smile.

“You are so funny, Chilwell” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“Sorry” he chuckles. “But it also is a good garden for some kids to run around. Would you prefer that?”

“Are you trying to tell me something, Benjamin James Chilwell?”

“That's a new one” he laughs.

“What?”

“The way you just called me. I think you hadn't used it yet.”

“Maybe. I don't know. But what were you…”

“Oh, this has reminded me that I think I've finally found my perfect nickname for you” he interrupts me.

“What?”

“Lady Madrid” he smiles.

“Lady… Wait. Isn't that the title of a song?”

“Yep. I heard it the other day during the basketball game I attended with some of the boys. At first I didn't understand a thing the singer was saying, but when he sang Lady Madrid I instantly thought of you and I haven't been able to stop singing that bit in my head since then. When I got home I googled the lyrics and they don't fit you that much, but that bit… That bit I think it's perfect. It's half English half Spanish, like us” Ben smiles. “So what do you think?” he says, grabbing me by the waist. “Am I allowed to call you Lady Madrid? My Lady Madrid?”

“I need to sleep on it before giving my final verdict, but…”

“But?”

“But I think it may be the one.”

“Really?”

“Really” I smile.

“Finally!” he says, making us both laugh. “And what about the house? Do you think it also is the one?”

“You are the one who is gonna move here, Ben. Not me. So you tell me.”

“Yes, but… I don't know. I am doing all this house hunting with the idea of finding a place where… you know” he shrugs.

“No, I don't know.”

“A place where we could start a life together, Julieta” he says. “A house where one day we will live together, and start our own family, and…”

“Is that why you mentioned the children earlier? Because you were thinking about our future?”

“Yes” he says with a shy smile. “I know it still is too soon for that, for the kids, I mean.”

“I have to win the Champions League first. You know I've always said that.”

“I know” he chuckles. “But… yeah. Sorry if it sounds stupid to think so far ahead.”

“Ben…” I say, cupping his face and making him look at me. “It isn't stupid. Maybe a bit… Anxiety inducing because moving together and starting a family are two really big steps in a relationship and we've been officially dating for less than a year… But it isn't stupid.”

“Isn't it?”

“No” I say. “Because I would be lying if I said that I hadn't imagined how a life with you would be. From waking up together every morning, to doing mundane things like food shopping or choosing what colour we should paint our room, to argue about you leaving your clothes scattered around the room.”

“I don't do that.”

“Yet” I say, making him roll his eyes. “So… yeah. It isn't stupid. And even though this house needs some retouching here and there… I can see myself living here with you one day. And there is a perfect spot in the living room to put that shirt I gifted you the day we met. I can't believe you still have done nothing with it and just have it in a box.”

“It isn't just a box, Julieta. It's a memory box.”

“With just my shirt.”

“Yeah” he shrugs. “I didn't want it to get ruined. Besides, it smells a bit” he says with a teasing smile.

“Idiot” I reply, hitting his arm and making him laugh.

“Anyway, back to the house. Are you… are you sure about it?”

“I am. I think this is the one, Ben” I smile.

“Should we tell her, then?” he says, gesturing towards where the real estate agent is talking on the phone.

“Yes” I nod. “I mean, you should. You are the one paying for it.”

“I am” he chuckles. “But first…” he says, pulling me a bit closer towards him and making me giggle. “Let's seal the deal with a kiss.”

“But a chaste one. We can't get carried away, we aren't alone.”

“Fine. I'll try” Ben sighs, making me laugh.

“Can I tell you a secret first, tho?” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Always.”

“I love you, pretty face.”

“And I love you… Lady Madrid” he says before kissing me.

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Author's note: In case you are interested on the song Ben mentions at the end of this chapter, this is the one 😁

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foggyfanfic · 1 year ago

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Bruno's Health After the Walls

This has probably been done before, in fact there's an analysis of the long term effects Bruno's terrible posture has probably had on his spine out there somewhere, that lives rent free in my head. But I wanna do it anyways!

So, let's talk about how living in the walls for ten years probably affected Bruno's health.

First and foremost, let's talk about what isolation does to a person, particularly lack of human touch. Because Bruno was probably ok listening in on his family's conversations, but he has gone a decade without a single hug. I'm sure most of us have heard of that one study where they took a couple of orphaned babies and just didn't give them any physical contact. The babies almost died. So yeah! Bruno is not ok.

Then there's lack of sunlight. It's possible that he's been sneaking out to get fresh air every once in a while, so we'll say this is minimal. But a slight vitamin D deficiency still means lethargy, insomnia, bone/muscle pain, and his OCD would be worse (sunlight helps boost serotonin). So, Bruno is not ok.

He's probably malnourished, even if he's stealing enough food from the kitchen quantity wise, his cooking limitations and reliance on scraps probably means he's not getting a balanced diet. Depending on what nutrients he's not getting this could lead to muscle loss, decrease bone density, affect his immune system, and cause heart problems. And if he's relying too much on a certain food group that could lead to all sorts of long term damage to his digestive system, think things like an overworked liver. Bruno is not ok.

Sanitation is another thing, we see that his living space is overrun with rats. They are a remarkably clean animal, but they still have to poop and stuff. Overexposure to feces of any animal exposes you to all types of disease, viruses, bacteria, mold, you name it. Combined with how dusty it is back there and Bruno is probably breathing the grossest air in human history, possibly doing permanent damage to his respiratory system. Bruno is not ok.

Finally, add in the physical activity required for him to navigate in the walls. There's that big ass hole in the floor that he's apparently been vaulting over for years now. While running is good for your cardiovascular health, it is hell on your joints, and if he already has all of the problems listed above it’s a miracle his knees haven’t given out. Some have suggested that Julieta’s food only heals people if she’s the one giving it, let’s hope for Bruno’s sake that’s not the case, because otherwise… Bruno is NOT ok.

In conclusion, Bruno is not ok after spending ten years in the walls and he is going to need some serious rehabilitation. Honestly, realistically, I would expect him to have scurvy, or be missing hair and fingernails, or something; but it’s a kid’s movie so let’s just handwave a little and say the miracle has prevented the worst of it. The good news is he seems to have held up remarkably well mentally speaking, and is only a little crazy, so with some love and support (and healing magic) he’s still able to have a happy life.

#bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno encanto #bruno headcanons #Bruno Madrigal analysis #foggy rambles

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gamerbearmira · 2 months ago

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CURSE OF RA

Nah but this is me somewhat exploring that Candy Witch Alma storyyyyy because um. Why not.

Also I just really want to write Julieta and Mirabel.

Eh eh eh

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"Mirabel! What have I told you abiut going to the village center? It's dangerous!" Julieta scolded, though there was no real anger in her voice--only worry.

"¿Pero por qué, mamá?" Mirabel threw her hands up, her frustration obvious. "Why can't we? We follow some dumb rule, but why?"

Julieta flinched at the word "dumb", before sighing deeply. "Mirabel...you know your abuela doesn't like it," she turned, avoiding Mirabel's gaze slightly. "She always says--"

"I know, I know. 'Don't go to the village, the humans are dangerous!' But why are they dangerous?" Mirabel asked desperately, her voice reflecting that. Julieta was silent. Mirabel huffed, kicking the ground before turning. "Of course you won't say. None of you ever do."

"Mirabel, it's for your protection--" Julieta started but Mirabel cut her off.

"Protection from what, mamá?!" Mirabel yelled, a bit louder than she intended. Julieta was frozen at the raising of her voice. Mirabel blinked, her eyes widened before shrinking in on herself. "I'm...lo siento, mamá. I didn't mean to yell."

Julieta's eyebrows furrowed further. "Mirabel...I know you want to talk to the humans. You, and Camilo, and Antonio--even the older girls," Julieta moved towards Mirabel, who sat down at the kitchen island. She leaned against the counter, trying to meet her daughter's eyes. "But humans are a danger. To all of us."

"What about Papá? And Tío Félix? They're human!" Mirabel argued. Julieta shook her head.

"They're...different. Them, their families, they aren't from the village. They're Outsiders."

"Outsiders?" Mirabel asked softly.

Julieta stood, walking over to the nearby wall, where several family photos and paintings hung. Julieta's hand drifted over one that had Alma, Julieta, and her other two younger siblings, Pepa and Bruno, when they were still only toddlers. No older then maybe 3.

"A long, long time ago, your Abuela, she..." Julieta paused, turnung from the photo. "She placed a curse on the village."

Mirabel gasped softly. Cursed the village? But she would never do that. Her abuela never used her magic on the humans, not unless it was deeply necessary. So the thought of her, some odd amount of years ago, cursing the entire village? It was absurd.

"Why did she curse the village?" Mirabel asked, her voice softer. She could smell the lingering scent of salt, something that always happened whenever the mood of Casita began to drop. It was stronger, overpowering the usual caramel scent that followed her mother.

"Because of what happened to mí papá. Your Abuelo Pedro," Julieta said softly, turnung away. She almost seemed afraid. Maybe even ashamed to some extent.

Mirabel knew better than to press about what happened to her abuelo. None of her siblings or primos knew. The adults never spoke of it. It was a forbidden topic, one that was never said, but silently enforced. The 13-year-old was guilty now, staring into her hands. She stood, walking over to her mother and hugging her tightly. Julieta seemed a bit shocked, as if snapped out if a self-induced trance, but she quickly returned the hug.

"I'm sorry, Mamá," Mirabel mumured softly. "I'll stay away from the village square. Me, Camilo, and Antonio. I promise."

Julieta's tired eyes glistened softly as she hugged her daughter close. "Thank you mija. You know I only want you to be safe."

"I know," Mirabel laughed quietly. "I know."

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WHATTTT OMINOUS SOUND EFFECT

Nah, but I did have fun writing this. Likely later I will be posting a resident evil snippet. I'm already hype for the next game 🗣🗣 I need to buy a new game console.

Also I need my lorcana cards. I come back and there's already a whole nother enchanted card, meanwhile my dumb ass doesn't even have the first or even all the Madrigals.

Its ok, I got this tho

K BYEEE

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hannahhook7744 · 5 months ago

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Candle Light;

Summary: A glimpse into Alma's life shortly after the Encanto is created. Trigger warnings: grief, mourning, pressure/stress, etc. For Alma Appreciation Day.

@almaappreciationday . Prompts: Candle.

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The candle shined bright but the wax wasn't melting.

Maybe that shouldn't have surprised Alma given the fact that she was currently in a living house surrounded by mountains that had just magically appeared to protect them from the raiders. But it did.

But she guessed that could be attributed to her shock and maybe to the overwhelming grief she was feeling.

Her Pedro was dead.

Her sweet, loving, playful, immature, helpful, excitedable, impulsive Pedro was gone.

Never to write and read her another story again. Never to bemoan the fact that he was no good at poetry again. Gone and never able to hug her and their niños again.

Pedro, who despite fainting initially at the news that they were having triplets, had been so excited to be a father. Pedro, who had painstakingly saved up the money to buy everything they needed to decorate the nursery. Pedro, who'd spent hours with their friends and family painting the walls and building whatever furniture he couldn't find to buy between work.

He was gone.

And their children would never get to truly know him. Wouldn't remember his face.

Julieta, Josefa (or Pepa, as Pedro had so lovingly called her), and Bruno would never get to be hugged or carried by their father or be sung to sleep by him. They'd never get to read the stories he'd written them or see the nursery he'd made that was an odd mash up of yellow, green, orange, and teal with golden butterflies all over the wall that Alma couldn't help but love when she first laid eyes on it.

They'd never get to play the games Pedro had spent hours making up or get to ride on his shoulders and back when they got tired after a long day. The three of them wouldn't get to share in the traditions Pedro's family had shared with hers.

And Pedro would miss everything the two of them had spent hours talking and dreaming about at night after they'd found out she was expecting.

He'd miss Julieta and Pepa’s Quinceañeras. Would miss the Triplets' eighteenth. He'd never get to give Bruno advice or bond with their niños, yernos, and nietos.

He wouldn't be able to pass his shop down to their children ( Querido dios, his shop was gone—probably burned to the ground and in ruins by now ) and their children. He would miss their first steps, their first words, their first ‘papá!’, their first everything . All while she was left behind to experience it.

Alma wasn't sure she was ready.

Wasn't sure that she could be a good mother anymore. Not without Pedro by her side. But it wasn't like she had a choice.

Her niños needed her.

Even if she was scared out of her mind.

They couldn't rely on her and Pedro's wedding candle to raise them after all. She was all they had left (and wasn't that a depressing thought that Alma could absolutely not think about right now?).

Alma was all they had left.

And she had to make sure that she’d be enough.

The triplets were counting on her, the village (which wasn't much of a village right now) was counting on her, the miracle was counting on her—

Pedro was counting on her.

Alma couldn't afford to fail any of them right now.

She had to be strong.

Pedro’s sacrifice would not be in vain. Not on her watch.

#Alma Madrigal #encanto #alma appreciation day

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fic-recs-from-faust · 1 day ago

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Fic Rec:

As they learn to see by cannibalthoughts

Summary: It was also a big crack. Most of them were. Casita herself healed the superficial ones. The others, she internalized, shifting stucco and tile and whatever else she could to present her perfect surface, all the while bringing the wound inside the walls where only Bruno could see it and do his best to fix it. So he needed to fix it, even if the cracks were terrifying, and the pit was terrifying, and the combination was worse. --- Four and a half years after hiding in the walls, Bruno has an accident bad enough for Casita to call for help, and the family’s problems stop being ignorable. aka: Bruno slips and knocks over about a dozen family crises on his way down.

Status: Unfinished

Rating: T

Category: Gen

Words: 10k+

Warnings: None

Ships: Bruno Madrigal & Bruno Madrigal's Rats, Bruno Madrigal & Everyone

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Bruno Madrigal Leaves the Walls, Madrigal Triplets, Bruno Madrigal-centric, Touch-Starved Bruno Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal Needs a Hug, Bruno Madrigal Gets a Hug, Anxiety Attacks, Supportive Madrigal Family, Good Friend Casita, Protective Julieta Madrigal, Protective Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal's Visions Cause Pain, Madrigal Triplet Supremacy, Casita Plays Favorites, Good Uncle Bruno Madrigal

Site: ao3

Note: My favourite Encanto fanfic. Well written and I like how everyone is characterised.

#disney encanto #Encanto #fic rec #fanfic rec

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yellowcry · 10 months ago

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Luisa Headcanons

Luisa Valeria (Prudence, Ladder, Purple Child, Isa II, Master of merging with the floor, Giant) Rojas Madrigal. Born 14th of November 1930

Childhood

Was a really big baby. To the point people assumed Julieta was pregnant with twins/saying consolations when she said she got only one child.

Refused to accept help while walking

Daddy's girl + Félix's favourite niece.

Was very excited to be a big sister back in the time. Partly because of how often Isabela teased her. It was such a delight not to be the baby sister anymore!

She and Pepa have an ongoing competition of the biggest black coffee drinker in the world. And it doesn't seem to ever stop.

Luisa was very physically active even prior her ceremony. Probably did all the types of exercises

Loved Mirabel a bit way too much. She didn't want to stop hugging her no matter what. The only way Julieta and Agustín could convince her to let go was the fact that Mirabel needed time to eat and sleep to be full of energy to match Luisa.

There was no chance in the world anyone (aside from Isabela after getting messy and Pepa) could match her energy.

She probably did some chores in the village even prior her ceremony. Nothing too hard, usually she helped only to people who actually were weak to carry their things themselves.

Just like with Isabela, Luisa would fall into overworking at some point even without Mirabel's failed ceremony. It had really just speeded it up

Adult years pre-movie

Had a lot of muscle pains from overworking.

Grew really distant with almost the entire family. She loved them, but didn't exactly had time to squeeze relationship into her schedule.

A natural protector of the family. Luisa often felt anxious of what would happen if she failed to defend her family

Had helped with preparing for sport competitions when she was in school. Probably also was a judge several times. She was forbidden to competete herself because of her gift.

Enjoys dancing, one of the best in her family.

Vents to the donkeys from time to time

Doesn't really like physical violence and feels guilty if she lets agression slip, but she will kill anyone who dare to harm people she cares about without a second thought.

Takes a lot of snacks whenever she helps Julieta. (Or technically only one snack which is a whole plate swallowed in a minute). But she doesn't really get distracted to eat otherwise.

Eats the most in the family, taking her size and amount of physical work.

Post-movie

In the first month or so during rebuilding of the Casita Luisa was getting more injuries than the rest of the family combined. Including her dad. The reason behind it is because her gift made her forget of what normal human limits are.

She still tends to forget about it to be honest. Camilo once asked to help him train to gain muscle mass to impress boys. Luisa gave him workout that professional athletes would find hard, and then was surprised when Camilo fell flat from exhaustion.

The fact that Isabela stepped on protective ground too helped Luisa with anxiety way more than they both realize. As now Luisa feels that even if she fails to protect her family, somebody else will back her up.

Gets a turn into construction. She helps both with hard physical tacks and projecting or choosing the spot where it would stand without leaning anywhere.

Sometimes Luisa forgets about breaks and healthy schedule too. It's a matter of habit that won't break in one moment. So there were ocassions when Luisa unintentionally slipped into overworking, but it bever lasted longer than two days.

Still prefers simple and practical clothes, but allows more embodery/small trims on it. Especially in days when she's not doing hard manual labor.

The family (Mainly the rest of grandkids) has sort of a competition game where they try to bribe Luisa to let them use shower in her room. (Mirabel was banned because of favouritism)

Relationship:

Alma: Luisa is probably the most comfortable around her Abuela out of her sisters in the beginning. As a huge part of her trauma came from the town rather than from Abuela herself like it happened with Isabela and Mirabel. Not to say it was perfect. Luisa was getting mentally ready each time Alma called her for something, as it used to be only to give her some chores before. But out of the cold sisters she's definitely the easiest one to get close to Alma and forgive her.

Pepa: They actually have way more of close traits that people tend to take into account. Both are extremely physically active and can't rest for ten minutes, very loud and tend to quickly snap and then feel bad for it right after. Pepa enjoys having someone with whom she can let her weather loose without being afraid to cause any serious harm. And Luisa loves challenge that her Tía's weather can provide.

Bruno: Strange. They weren't very close prior his leaving, but Luisa didn't have any ill feelings about her uncle. She just finds it strange to meet him after ten years of separation. (Fiveteen if you count when he started to isolate himself)

Julieta: Julieta puts an eye on Luisa to make sure she doesn't overwork herself again, she sometimes would leave to get Luisa to eat her lunch when her daughter is too excited to stop herself.

Agustín: They both are trying to make up for the years when Luisa couldn't spend much time with her dad. I imagine both of them having Father-Daughter day every once in a while where they just help eachother with work and show cool stuff.

Félix: Pretty close. They find it ironic of how close their birthdays are, believe me, they will jome about it all the time. Félix admires Luisa's loyalty and how hardworking and determibed she is. Luisa loves her always cheerful and optimistic uncle. Félix also tells Luisa some rips that help Pepa to deal with anxiety.

Dolores: They aren't really getting along well. Luisa is an antonym to the word quiet, and Dolores dislikes physical work. So they aren't close for the most of the time. Not to say they hate eachother. But both would prefer to spend time with literally anybody else

Camilo: Two theatre kids. Just like with Pepa, Luisa tends to be a bit competetive with him, they will race down the stairs together and llay football. Camilo probably sees her as a cool big sister. After all, if the oldest and youngest kids are close, why shouldn't be the middles?

Mirabel: Luisa adores her sister. Literally. Bow that she doesn't have to work this much anymore, they can return to their roots of toddler Luisa refusing to let her Mamá to hold Mirabel. They also relair their relationship easier that Isabela and Mirabel. Noth because they weren't arguing amd because they were closer prior Mirabel's ceremony.

Antonio: Just like Isabela, Luisa had probably barely interacted with Antonio because of her age and how busy she was. But two animal lovers are bound to get along.

#encanto #luisa madrigal #encanto headcanons #it's here everyone!

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usedtobeguest123 · 2 years ago

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...He raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Favorite people? Was he included on that list? Julieta just smiled and turned back to the dishes. It took Bruno a moment, but he also slowly resumed his duties, finding he couldn't put away the little smile on his own face that had arrived at the thought that he might be someone's favorite.

I drew from my fic La Traes again for @encantober-official Day 2 - siblings. This scene is a little exchange that happens between the triplets--the OG siblings. You can find the whole thing below the cut.

“You need to get out of the house, hermanito,” Julieta had said to him gently one evening after dinner as they washed dishes together. “It’s…been a while, sí?”

“Eso se queda corto,” Pepa had mumbled as she dumped some more dishes into the soapy water, earning a glare from both of her siblings. [ That's an understatement.] She widened her eyes at them as if to say What? Am I wrong?

“I’m just saying ,” Julieta continued, pointedly moving past Pepa’s comment, “that it might do you some good, to have a little more change of scenery.”

“I-I think I’m doing just fine,” he replied a bit defensively. And he did. He went for walks with Dolores around the perimeter of Casita, down to the river where it ran past the southwest edge of the grassy lawn. Sometimes he’d wander out back behind the house, napping in the afternoon sun before it disappeared behind the mountainous wall that guarded the back of their home. Compared to the previous ten years, he was a veritable expeditionist now.

“Of course you are,” Pepa said, putting an arm around his shoulders. He hunched them in response, glancing at her suspiciously.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah! You’ve made it to the edge of the grass! That’s like, what, un kilómetro cuadrado, yeah? A completely normal amount of space for a person to exist in.”

[One square kilometer.] Bruno’s frown deepened. “You’re mocking me.”

Pepa winked at him.

“A-alright, alright,” he said, waving his hands in the air beside his head in surrender. “I’ll, uh, I'll go to the banana fields tomorrow. As long as it’s not a harvest day,” he added, pointing a finger at Julieta, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly at him. “Or an irrigation day. Or you know…a-a day with other, um, other people there.”

The busyness of rebuilding Casita last year had given him enough social interaction outside his immediate family to last him quite a while…a very long while. Thankfully, he’d been able to largely lose himself in the organized chaos of it all, and Mirabel had been particularly helpful, working as a liaison between him and anyone he’d had to interact with, smoothing the awkwardness away with her easy conversation and joyful presence. And he had managed to largely ignore the curious stares that came from, well, from pretty much everyone until the novelty of his return had worn off. Well…at least he had pretended to ignore them.

“I don’t want to pressure you, arenoso,” Julieta said gently, putting a slightly soapy hand on his shoulder. “I just don’t want…”

…don’t want you to get lost again. She’d let her sentence trail off, but the unspoken ending hung awkwardly in the air anyway. They’d both turned back to their dishes, with Pepa standing stiffly beside them, hugging a freshly dried plate to her stomach. The cloud above her head darkened just a little. Bruno winced down at the soapy water as the silence surrounding them grew painful.

“H-hey, maybe you can spend the day with Antonio tomorrow?" Pepa offered nervously, popping the tension like a soap bubble. "He needs a…a break …from routine, too."

Bruno and Julieta looked at their sister with matching frowns, both narrowing their eyebrows in concern. It would have been comical or even sweet to see the same expression mirrored between her two siblings again…if she didn’t feel the weight of the very same concern pulling down the corners of her own mouth.

Antonio had been struggling to find a place for himself in the Madrigal visits to town. Before his gift, he might have shyly clung to Mirabel’s skirts or played in the dirt while Pepa rained on the fields, never quite brave enough to venture out to play with the other children on his own, refusing to speak to the adults that smiled down at him. Pepa worried about his shyness.

But now a different problem had presented itself. Antonio was now more than happy to engage with anyone and everyone, possessing a newfound courage with his animal friends by his side, but his animal friends were also decidedly wild, and even Antonio could not control every move they made. Just last week, some monkeys that had trailed him into the town had wandered away and found some storage crates of fruit, working together to drop them from the roof of a nearby house until the crates smashed open and spilled out a feast that was then fit only for them. The owner of the crates had not been happy.

Most of the jungle animals had largely maintained a healthy, fearful distance from the bustling, busy streets of the Encanto for the fifty years it had occupied the valley, but Antonio’s warmth and friendship seemed to have blurred that boundary, and Abuela was struggling to find a balance between loving encouragement and civic order. And when Abuela struggled with something, all the Madrigals struggled with her, in one way or another.

“...Mamá suggested that maybe Antonio might spend some time in the forest paths, playing with his gift,” Pepa explained, putting away the plate so she could pull at her braid. A knowing glance between all three siblings conveyed the underlying meaning of the word play—learn to get it under control. “Félix was going to take him, but you two get along so well, Bruno. Maybe you could spend some time with him, and you both could enjoy the fresh air. You know. Bonding?”

Bruno blew out an exaggerated breath, his cheeks puffing and his shoulders dropping dramatically. He pulled his mouth to the side and looked at Pepa with an expression of reluctant concession. How could he say no to a whole day with his sobrino? He loved the kid. And the very fact that Abuela had been the one to suggest the break from town…well. He knew what that felt like. No matter how nicely she put it, how lovingly she intended it, he knew it would feel like a punishment to Antonio. That thought…well that thought broke his heart a little.

“...F-fine,” he mustered in response. “We’ll go for a walk in the–- ” he swallowed dryly“ –- i-in the forest.”

A bit of sunlight broke through from behind the cloud above Pepa’s head, and Bruno couldn’t help but flash a small, crooked smile up at it. She pulled him sideways by his collar and planted a kiss on his cheek, which he winced at but accepted gratefully. Julieta nudged him with her hip.

“There you go! That will be fun,” she said happily, clearly convinced this was a fantastic solution for all parties. Bruno was not so sure. “Take Mirabel with you, too, if you want. You know she’d love to join her two favorite people for the day.”

Bruno had raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Favorite people? Was he included in that list? Julieta had just smiled and turned back to the dishes. It had taken Bruno a moment, but he also slowly resumed his duties, finding he couldn’t put away the little smile on his own face that had arrived at the thought that he might be someone’s favorite.

So here he was now, sharing a picnic blanket with a sloth and a capybara—among other crawling, flittering things—nursing a bruised ego after having been tackled by a six year old on a jaguar, all because he was a pushover who couldn’t say no to time with his sobrinos.

Caray. The things I get myself into…

--La Traes, Chapter 1

#Encantober #siblings #encanto #I tried not to spend too much time on this one so please excuse the sloppy background 😁 Just imagine they are in the kitchen...#pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #madrigal triplets #my art #my writing #la traes #Bruno from Before

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snakeskins-world · 2 years ago

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Picture Perfect...?

The Madrigals were all doing their own things today.

It had been 3 months since the Casita crashed, and the rebuild. They had all become closer than ever! Feeling like they've truly reunited properly.

Of course, they still had secrets...

Dolores, was sat in the main room, next to Mariano. Dolores was listening with excitement as Mariano spoke, his voice like music to her ears.

Camilo, was with Antonio, upstairs. They were running do the halls, Antonio was riding his Jaguar, parce, as Camilo tried to keep up.

Isabela was sat on her vine swing, decorated with new plants. She was tripping up Camilo every now an again by growing random plants.

Luisa was relaxing in a hammock, a drink in hand, her donkey-unicorn stuffie in the hammock next to her. Both laying in the sun.

Pepa was stood with Felix, both were charring by the bottom of the stairs, their conversation going unheard by the other Madrigals,

but it was clearly happy and loving, since Pepa's cheek were practically painted pink, and the sun was shining above the town, and Felix was sporting his loving, flirtatious smile at his wife, speaking to her in Spanish.

Bruno was sat in his bedroom, redecorating.

Julieta was sat outside with Agustìn, both enjoying the nice weather.

Alma was sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she read a book, a romance. But she wouldn't admit that.

And Mirabel was setting the plates for dinner.

"Mirabel, dinner isn't for a few hours yet?" Alma says, her head tilting up, her eyes going from her book to her granddaughter who had just finished setting the plates.

"Well, I like getting ready early, this way we don't spend time putting the plates out during dinner." Mirabel explains.

"And we repaired Tio Bruno's old plate! We wanna surprise him at dinner!" Mirabel smiles excitedly, her usual cheerfulness, radiating from her like light did from the sun.

"He'll love it, Nieta. How about you go play with your cousins? Or sisters?" Alma suggests, but it was more like an order.

"But I need -" Mirabel's excuse was cut short.

"No. No, I won't hear any of that, go enjoy the nice day -"

The sound of glass shattering filled the house, everyone jumped.

Pepa picked up thr photo, it was of Antonio's ceremony.

"Camilo! Antonio! You both need to be careful!" Pepa scolded her younger children, a cloud growing over her head.

"Mi Vida, look." Felix whispers, taking the picture, showing his wife. "Where's Mirabel? She isn't in the photograph."

At this, the entire family started to crowd around, peering at the picture.

"Mirabel?" Antonio asks, looking up, the entire family copied. They looked at Mirabel, who was stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hands clasped infront of her, a nervous look on her face, as if she had done something wrong.

"Mirabel, why aren't you in the picture?" Pepa asks, her voice carried confusion and a hint of sadness.

Mirabel looked away, her fingers interlaced before her hands moved to her to her side.

"W, well, you all were really excited, a and I wasn't included, I don't have a gift, I guess you all just forgot to include me, but I get why, I mean, you need to have a gift to be a Madrigal!" Mirabel says quickly, her hands moving as she spoke, moving with her voice.

As Mirabel spoke, the look on the Madrigals' faces slowly turned to stunned sadness.

Pepa's clowd turned dark and a light drizzle started to pour down.

"M, mirabel, we forgot you?" *Julieta asked, staring at her daughter. "Why didn't you say? We could've redone it." She says. Walking up to her daughter.

"Well, you were all really happy, a and I didn't wanna be a bother, so I just...stayed quiet." Mirabel says.

"Oh Miraboo." Agustìn says lovingly and sadly, using her nickname only he could say, he hugged his daughter tightly.

"You could never be a bother. You're a part of the familia Madrigal!" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

"This won't do." Alma says firmly, her hands clasped together, the entire family looked up to their Matriarch, waiting for her to continue.

"Next week. We will have a party, for Mirabel's sixteenth birthday." Alma says, then looks directly at Mirabel "And Mirabel, you will be the centre of the photo." Alma says firmly but kindly, showing she genuinely meant her words. "We missed your gift ceremony, and your Quinceara. We will have to fix that."

"You really don't have to!" Mirabel tried to change their minds, but the family was already brainstorming.

"Out! The future birthday girls cannot hear the plan!" Camilo says, ushering Mirabel to the kitchen.

Mirabel chuckled. She knew her family was trying to make up for it all.

Familia Madrigal was healing. And it would take time

But they'd slowly heal the cracks.

#encanto #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #madrigals #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #bit of angst #happy ending

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zafirosreverie · 1 year ago

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Julieta & Bruno headcanons

for @hectic-hector we both know these two are the best!

They're 15 minutes apart

Julieta gave Alma a heart attack because she was born calm, without crying or noise.

But she was the healthiest baby. Bruno was born weaker and smaller than his sisters.

He couldn't sleep alone, he always had to be between his sisters, but over time Pepa became more independent, leaving them alone.

It never bothered Julieta, and even after getting their own rooms and gifts, she would always leave an empty spot next to her on the bed, knowing that Bruno would appear at any time of the night.

While Pepa preferred to play outside and explore, Bruno and Julieta were home children. They would play chess, cards, puzzles, or read together.

They were the ones who could pretend to be each other, which greatly bothered Pepa. They stopped when they realized that it really hurt her not to look like her siblings.

Bruno was Julieta's guinea pig while she learned to cook. He trusted his sister, and no matter how bad the food looked, he would eat it and be honest about the taste.

Because of this, Bruno actually learned to cook and is really good at it, he just prefers to leave the hard work to his sister.

But he doesn't hesitate to take over if Julieta needs to rest.

Bruno was the baby when they played. Always. Sometimes it was hard for him to know when the game ended because Julieta would treat him like a baby anyway.

He's a gentleman and he was since he was little. He would open the door for his sisters or help them cross puddles or give them the hand when they went down the stairs.

Again, with Pepa more interested in exploring and being independent, Bruno stopped doing it with her, but he always did it for Julieta, even as adults, he still retains those instincts and makes sure to be a total gentleman with her.

Pepa complains about this, saying that he was never "good" to her and that it was obvious who his favorite sister was.

Bruno simply agrees and hugs Julieta while he sticks his tongue out at Pepa.

"As if she wasn't your favorite too" (Yes, yes she is. Julieta is the favorite sister of her two siblings, but they still love each other…in their own way)

Julieta just laughs, but she hugs Bruno back while she smiles evilly at Pepa just to annoy her.

"Mamá!! Your children are evil!!" "I don't remember any of them breaking my vases as kids, tho" "I can't believe this family treats me like this, betrayal after betrayal." (Pepa's the drama queen, you can't change my mind)

Bruno was not very good at school, he was better than Pepa, but he still had a hard time understanding many things. Julieta spent afternoons patiently explaining to him what she had understood.

For that reason, Bruno got used to going to her when he had doubts, even after returning to the family.

Julieta's the secret keeper for both her siblings. In a way, she knows them better than Alma (or Félix in Pepa's case) ever will.

When Julieta felt too pressured by the expectations of her mother and the town, she hid in Bruno's room.

He never questioned it, he simply sat with her, listening to her without interrupting and offering hugs from time to time (he didn't know what else to do).

She knew that she didn't have to be perfect with him, that she could make mistakes, do stupid things, scream, jump, just be herself, without fear of being judged.

Bruno loves those moments. He got used to seeing his older sister as a perfect doll, it was nice to be able to see her being human again.

Julieta was the only person Pepa couldn't beat in a fight (the woman is strong, okay? We don't give her enough credit just because she's the calmest of the triplets), which is why Bruno hid behind her every time Pepa intimidated him.

She cooked whatever she was in the mood to make, but it was more common for her to spoil Bruno with food than her sister and mother. But she would never admit it.

When the grandchildren were born, Julieta's daughters immediately chose him as their favorite "mom's sibling".

"It wasn't enough for you to steal my sister, now you are also taking my nieces from me?!" "Pepa, your cloud!"

When his sisters started dating, instead of trying to seem intimidating, he would simply tell the suitors that if they hurt any of them, he would give them a horrible vision (he knows his gift doesn't work like that, but it was his way of protecting Pepa and Juli).

His favorite niece is Mirabel. No questions, no doubts. I'm not even going to argue this point, I'll just say that she was his favorite from the moment she was born (probably because she looked so much like Julieta and in a way he felt like he could repay her for all the love and care she had for him through Mirabel).

The night he disappeared, the only person he had time to write to was Julieta. He didn't tell her where he was going, he just asked her not to hate him and that he promised her he would be okay. He thanked her for everything she had done for him and said he was sorry for not being the best brother to her.

It was the worst pain Julieta had ever felt. It was as if she had lost one of her babies, and she refused to leave her room for weeks, clinging to that letter.

In the end, only Pepa was able to get her out of there, reminding her that she still had her, and that she needed her. The two became closer in those years because of the fear they had of losing each other too.

Julieta hated her mother and sister's unspoken rule not to talk about Bruno. She hated it with all her soul, but she knew that she couldn't do anything about it if she didn't want to make things worse for Mirabel.

She didn't say anything when Pepa went to vent to her and inevitably ended up cursing Bruno, she simply sat next to her and hugged her, even if she didn't agree with what she said.

Still, she couldn't be mad at Bruno. Hurt, sad and desperate maybe, but never really angry.

She could never hate him, she could not curse his name nor could she harbor resentment in her heart for having left her. He was still her brother and even though she didn't know where he was, she still loved him and refused to say a single bad thing about him.

Bruno not only chose the hiding place near the kitchen because of the free food, but because it is the place where Julieta spent the most time, and being with her (even if she didn't know it) calmed him down and made him feel better.

He sometimes wondered if what he did was worth it, as he listened to Julieta break down little by little.

There's no way in the world Julieta left him out of her sight for more than a few minutes when he returned. There was simply no human power that would make her turn away from him, for fear of losing him again if she looked away.

Bruno didn't care, knowing that he had years to make up for hurting her.

Curiously, rebuilding his relationship with her was more difficult than with Pepa and Alma or anyone else.

Perhaps because he had never been as close to them as he was with his older sister, and it broke his heart to realize that the reason the miracle had broken in the first place was not just because of Alma's expectations on the family, but because he himself had broken the strongest bond he had as well.

It took a few months for them to start trusting each other the same way they had. Bruno had to learn to talk to her freely again, without sounding like he was walking on eggshells around her.

And Julieta had to learn to give him space, to trust that he wouldn't leave again and take his word that she hadn't been the reason he left in the first place, that she really had done enough and more for him.

It was a slow process, but they managed to make it work and that was all that mattered to them.

And that's all for now because I could go on and on about these two and we would never leave this post. I just love them so so much!!! (and Pepa too)

#julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal preference #julieta madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal preference #bruno madrigal imagine #julieta & bruno #madrigal triplets #at least two of them #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto headcanons #encanto

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