#she can heal you with a meal (julieta)

[green-eyed-prophet]

tag dump!

[hugsandchaos]

Danny 100% worries Julieta when it comes to food and healing. Well, it worries everyone who notices, but Julieta especially.

For one, his death scar is there permanently. He can eat all he likes, but whether it’s only visible in ghost form or in both forms, that scar is always going to be there. Julieta’s food has healed wounds old and new, she’s seen scars fade away into nothing, so why isn’t Danny’s doing the same?

Two, his eating disorder. Danny developed a habit of skipping meals for one main reason. He didn’t have the time. Or if you want, you could say that he also doesn’t feel as hungry thanks to his ghost half. So he’d be working on something or doing nothing, his stomach growls loudly, but he doesn’t do a thing to get food. As if he doesn’t even notice his own hunger.

Three, his knowledge of medicine and how to patch up injuries. Don’t misunderstand, it’s a great thing to know these things, but the fact that Danny can and will stitch his own injuries and continue on worries her a lot.

[kittenknight33]

Julieta, the creepy staring one:

She is the eldest of the triplets and her gift is cooking. The meals she cooks have the power to heal all the wounds of the person who eats them, but she can also create dishes that will destroy the lives of those who eat them.

Julieta doesn't talk much. She spends most of her time inventing poisonous recipes in the kitchen beneath Casıta(home). Her husband and loyal assistant Agustin helps her.

Don't look directly into her eyes, otherwise you may become the ingredient of her next food.

[yellowcry]

Brawn's done so much wrong

"She probably got infected." Isabela pointed out looking at Luisa for a second to make her message clear. Luisa's guts twitched into a knot. Of course, Mama's door was in the same condition as hers. Whatever happened to her was transmissible.

Another plate of stone Luisa suffering that I and @miracles-and-butterflies are writing? Yes, please

Luisa leaned against one of the pillars, not even daring to look up on her flickering engraved door. In her current state, she wasn't able to actually go upstairs which left her down here, in everyone's sight because there was no way to hide. Her parents most likely went to make another meal to try and cure her. Luisa was skeptical about this. Mama's food did nothing earlier, why would it change now?

Her hair fell out of its place, clinging to her torn clothes. Blood corked inside the spreading stone until it forced outside. The weights attached to her arms, what used to be her biceps before, burthened her, pushing her to the ground with gravity and making it even harder to move properly.

Even her movements were unnatural: twitchy and small because the stone just couldn't be moved properly. This didn't add anything better to what had been left of her humanity. Even if Luisa doubted there was anything at all. Was she even Luisa at this point? How much of her was left in this monstrous body?

It was cold. At first, Luisa thought it was because of the lifeless stone spreading underneath her skin. But the way flowers quivered on the wind made her realize that it was something with the weather. She heard her Tia rushing just nearby but couldn't look out in time. Her movements were too slow considering how much the pebble had spread in the core of her existence.

Luisa raised her head, her neck creaked, the stone in it cracked even so little. For a second, she stared at the shining doors. Her heart ached more than her body, seeing her own. It was high above her head, flickering like a fading flame. Her life, the one on which she had spent years of her life, was out of reach. 

It took another second for her to realize that there was another door in the same state. Luisa gasped in horror, almost losing balance over her body for a bit. Her mother's room entrance wasn't any better than Luisa's. And, according to Luisa's personal experience, it meant nothing good.

Luisa pushed her way to the kitchen. It took a decent time to even arrive here. Everyone stopped whatever they were doing, startled by her not-so-quiet entrance. Luisa was never the silent type, but now it was even worse. Isabela swallowed, stepping away despite how far away she had been already. Luisa didn't blame her. Even if she couldn't see herself, she knew that she would have the same reaction in her sister's place.

At least, towering over everyone else in the family, Luisa didn't have to stand close to look over them and see what was going on. Papa and Tia Pepa sat by the sides of the chair Mama was in and patted her spine. Luisa could see a series of deep, nasty wounds spreading through the healer's body. They appeared out of nowhere and leaked with thick blood and then just grew together, healing. Skin boiled with blisters. 

Luisa let out a shaky breath. Her first instinct was to run to her mother, but she stopped herself. Taking how she couldn't control her illustrious strength she didn't take the risk of hurting Julieta even more. Her fingers shifted in worry, scratching her skirt and pulling the threads apart.

Abuela's eyes returned to Julieta, demanding as always. "What did Mirabel do to you? We need to stop this-"

"Can you stop blaming my daughter for her damn existence for ten minutes?" Agustin snarled, his palm lying on Julieta's shoulder.

"You need to think about this family!" Argument. Again.

Luisa could hardly believe Abuela. She herself was in discomfort far before she even saw Mirabel. She just didn't pay attention to it until it was impossible to endure.

"She probably got infected." Isabela pointed out looking at Luisa for a second to make her message clear.

Luisa's guts twitched into a knot. Of course, Mama's door was in the same condition as hers. Whatever happened to her was transmissible.  She looked down in shame. She didn't mean to transfer this thing to anyone. Her role was to protect her family, but the only thing she did ever since her body started to change was causing them harm. What was left of her muscles winced at the thought of doing something even worse. How far would she go? Bless her, Julieta only wanted to comfort her, and Luisa had paid her with this?

Her hand moved a little, slightly curving around the opposite arm to grab it. But it wasn't like Luisa could feel it anyway. Right now sounds were telling her about her physical condition as much if not more than physical senses. The cracking came from her body when she dared to bend her limbs even so little, rough attrition against the numb stone. She couldn't bring herself to look at her family. Listen to her parents' argument with Abuela over Isabela's words. Luisa wasn't exactly on their side. For as much as she wished for it not to be true, Isabela had the best proof. Her parents were the closest to her ever since it started. It made far more sense for Julieta to be infected when she was this close. Like a plague jumped from person to person. Luisa couldn't comprehend why they even bothered to protect her. She undoubtedly wasn't their daughter anymore. They should just disown her.

Yes, her Mama was now affected too. But it still was different. With all these injuries appearing on her, her body wasn't altered from the inside. She still was a human. Much unlike Luisa who couldn't label herself as anything even remotely human. Not when her body melted together, pushing the blood, water, air - everything out of her body until it was dull from the core.

Agustin felt torn apart between the need to comfort his wife and his daughter. He looked at Pepa. And as she nodded he moved from Julieta to Luisa

"Mija, how are you doing?" He squeezed her arm, not battling an eye when the rough surface scratched his palm. Luisa pulled away, stepping back. She had contaminated her mom already, she didn't want to affect her dad too. Especially when there was no way to tell if it happened without a magic door. 

Agustin fell to the ground with a thud because of a rapid movement. Luisa felt tears rising in her eyes. She didn't mean to cause even more harm. She just couldn't control her strength. "I'm sorry." She murmured to nobody in particular, tasting the scree. What else could she say? Her breathing hitched as her fingers cracked in an attempt to move outside of the place they were locked into.

"It's okay," Her Papa fixed his glasses, pushing them up. He made another attempt to comfort Luisa.

"Don't touch me." She snapped without wanting to, stone rubbed against what was left of her human body, making the blood leak under her blouse. Her face dropped down even more, even if it was barely visible with her restricted facial muscles. Why did she keep hurting everyone around her? Luisa breathed out, her eyes were running around. Between her concerned parents and Tios, shifting in pain mom, tensed Abuela and terrified grossed Isabela. "I don't want this to affect you too..." She begged, hoping to give herself at least some excuse, even if changed nothing in how awful she felt.

Seeing worry in her dad's eyes was almost as much of a torture as a stone draining out her humanity. "Lulu, you won't," he begged, restricting himself from getting too close. It would only make Luisa feel worse. "You aren't some sick patient. You won't harm anyone."

Ironic of him to say that. The only thing Luisa seemed to do now was hurt everyone around her for no reason. 

[toaverse]

Healer Isabela AU

Another gift swap AU :D

Enjoy!

Unbeknownst to Alma, her three children got magical rooms with gifts.

Julieta could grow plants and flowers, Pepa could control the weather with her emotions, and Bruno could see the future.

Naturally, Julieta became her mother’s golden child, but that didn’t mean there became a rift between her and Pepa.

Given their nature-themed gifts, the sisters grew closer, spending more time together and often gossiping about townspeople they didn’t like, as well as Bruno…

This resulted in both sisters becoming quite mean, gossiping and bullying Bruno because of his negative visions, and anyone they don’t like.

But Félix, and especially Agustín, still saw good in them.

While Félix was head over heals for Pepa from day one, Agustín befriended Julieta and the two started dating later.

The two genuinely fell in love, Julieta even changing her awful behavior as a result of being with him.

But that all went downhill…

After Isabela was born, Julieta went back to her awful behavior. She often left Agustín to take care of Isabela and Dolores while she went out with Pepa and Félix, she belittled Agustín whenever he got into an accident, she gossiped about him with Pepa and the townspeople, and she complained about how hard motherhood was.

And Agustín? He held out hope that the woman he fell in love with came back, that Julieta woud change again, and for good, that she’’d be a mother for Isabela…

But that never happened…

Julieta slept with her husband whenever she was in the mood, so Luisa and Mirabel would still be born.

When Isabela got her gift, which was healing with her food, Julieta, Alma and Pepa immediately put her to work, making Alma and Agustín teach her how to cook and forcing her to walk around town with a basket of food to give to the townspeople.

“Your job is to cook all our meals, got it?” Julieta told her daughter, leaving no room for questions for Isabela.

So, whenever it was time to eat breakfast, lunch or dinner, Isabela had to make all the food and dishes, while the rest of the family either did their own chores or were sitting at the table or somewhere else without bothering to help her.

“Isabela, make an arepa for your Tía.” Julieta told her 7 year old daughter while she and Pepa sat at the dinner table gossiping. “Oh, and make a tamale for me.”

So, Isabela forcefully became everyone’s caretaker. Whenever her family demanded a dish from her, she’d make it. She had to stand near her stand of food in the town all day taking care of the townspeople, and she had to take the insults and scoldings from her Mamá and Tía…

The only people Isabela was happy to take care of were her Papá and hermanas.

It actually became a routine to give her papá a tamale whenever he got into an accident, or give Luisa an empanada when Isa saw her younger sister being tired, or give little Mirabel an arepa con queso as a little reward for helping her with cooking.

But things would change for the worse when Mirabel’s ceremony arrived, and she didn’t get a gift…

After Mira’s door disappeared, Isabela noticed how Mamá and Tía Pepa gave the 5 year old girl disappointed and disgusted looks, how the villagers were whispering to each other, and how their Abuela’s expression changed into a confusing one.

That night, Isabela and Agustín were the only ones comforting Mirabel in the nursery…

“You know what?” Isabela said, making a decision. “You can stay in my room. We can share. How does that sound?”

No way would she let her youngest sister stay in the nursery a moment longer…

Mira lit up, and hugged Isa tightly, accepting her offer.

That same night, Agustín and Isa moved Mira’s stuff to the latter’s room.

But the next day, it turned out that Bruno left…

While Pepa and Julieta didn’t really care that their brother left (he was a useless coward anyways), both blamed Mirabel for him leaving…

Both sisters started the whole “we don’t talk about Bruno” thing, and bad-mouthed and gossiped about him quite often.

And while Alma didn’t really do anything to stop her daughters’ awful behavior, she secretly did miss her son…

“Isabela, why do you have that pest in your room?” Julieta asked her oldest the next day, pointing at her youngest. “Bring her back to the nursery, she’s useless to us.”

“She’s my hermanita!” Isabela yelled at her mother, holding a crying Mirabel.

“Fine, keep your pet.” Julieta snarled, before walking away, shoving Isa out of her way.

That same day, Isabela went to her Papá and basically begged him to separate with Julieta and to move somewhere else far away from that witch and take her and her sisters with him, but it wasn’t that easy…

“Your mother was nicer, once…” Agustín explained to his 11 year old daughter. “I loved that nicer woman, I still do, and I still hope that nice woman would return someday. But her behavior to you and your sisters isn’t right. And I’ll make sure to call her out on that, and be there for you and your sisters.”

And he’d keep that promise, as Agustín yelled at Julieta for calling Mira a pest and useless, and argued with her constantly over how she treated all three of their daughters.

It gave Isabela a little more perspective, even if she was still 11.

So, she promised herself that she’d take care of her sisters, especially Mirabel. She would make their lives, including Papá’s, a little bit easier.

And she did exactly that, for 10 years.

And after Antonio was born, Isa would often take care of him, after Pepa and Félix proved they would rather dump their son onto her instead of being actual parents.

But after 16 years of having to cook every single meal for the family and taking care of the town, after 10 years of caring for her sisters, and after 5 years of basically raising her youngest primo, Isabela couldn’t take it anymore.

One day, when the morning arrived, Isabela just couldn’t get out of bed. It was like all the energy was sucked out of her…

“Isabela, get up! Breakfast doesn’t make itself!” Julieta yelled from the other side of the door, even slamming on it.

A wave of guilt and shame hit Isa. She didn’t want to deal with an angry mother and aunt, and her sisters and Antonio need her, but she just didn’t have any energy…

“Fine! Let us starve!” Julieta screamed, before stomping off.

In the end, Alma made breakfast for the family, and it changed something in the matriarch.

Seeing how her two daughters have become entitled self-centered bullies who think the world revolved around them, and that her son had left, Alma started to focus on her grandchildren.

She saw how overwhelmed Dolores could be due to her gift, Alma saw how overworked Luisa was with having to do so many stupid chores around town. She saw how Camilo was the obvious golden child and how he struggled with his own identity. Alma saw how she treated Mirabel like a burden, and how isolated the girl felt due to her lack of a gift. She saw how Antonio lacked parents who actually paid attention to him and how he saw Isabela as his mamá.

And Alma saw how Isabela was suffering from an obvious burn-out…

So, together with Agustín, Alma would push her two daughters aside, and start to take care of her grandchildren.

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 10: Help

Julieta had everything under control. Really. She’d had her gift for…how many years now? It was second nature to her. Besides, she enjoyed helping people. And cooking. What could be better than a gift that allowed her to do both?

So maybe it had been more challenging lately. With a toddler and a baby, Julieta found it took her more time and effort to accomplish the same tasks she did with ease before. But that was no excuse. If anything, it was all the more reason to try harder. After all, she had more people relying on her now. Everyone was relying on her. She couldn’t let them down. They were counting on her.

All she had to do was replenish her reserves of magical healing food, take care of her two little ones, and cook dinner. Her family had graciously helped out by rotating cooking meals instead of having her cook every day. Luisa slept most of the time, and Isabela was such a sweet child, people were bending over backwards to spend time with her. Really, if you took all that into consideration, it left relatively little for her to do. She’d finished restocking the magical food. Now all she had to do was cook dinner.

Easy. She could do it in her sleep.

“Julieta.”

She awoke with a start to Pepa shaking her shoulder. “Eh?” She rubbed her bleary eyes.

“Julieta, wake up.”

“Did I fall asleep?” Julieta mumbled sleepily. She raised her hand to cover a yawn and noticed that it was covered in the sauce she had been preparing. It left a trail leading to the bowl, which had sauce smeared down the side. Horrified, she yelped and wiped everything down frantically with the nearest towel.

Pepa scrutinized her. “Juli, when was the last time you slept?”

Julieta tilted her head, thinking. Last night had been hard. Luisa had been colicky and the day before Julieta had been busy taking care of injuries around town. “Uh…”

“It’s taking you way too long to answer,” Pepa noted.

Julieta shrugged, deflated. “I’m not sure,” she admitted.

“That’s concerning.”

Julieta ignored her.

Pepa took a seat beside her. “Julieta, what is going on?”

Julieta took a steadying breath. “Nothing. It’s my turn to make dinner. So I’m making dinner.” She yawned widely. “I’m just… a bit tired, that’s all.”

“So you decided the empanada filling would make a good pillow?”

Julieta gave her a confused look.

“You have some, on your cheek.” Pepa gestured to her own cheek.

“Ayyy.” Julieta dabbed at her face furiously.

“Julieta…” Pepa reached out, taking her hand between her own. “You don’t have to do everything on your own. Asking for help is allowed, you know.”

Julieta shot her an uncharacteristically scathing glare. “I don’t need help. I have everything under control.”

“Right…” Pepa said sarcastically. “That’s why I found you with your face planted in the bowl. Because you’ve so clearly got everything under control.”

Julieta’s lip wobbled. This was so embarrassing. Not only was she letting everyone down, but it was so noticeable Pepa was calling her out on it. Tears stung her eyes, and she swallowed hard to keep them at bay. “It’s my turn to make dinner,” she repeated stubbornly, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

“Yes, and you clearly are not feeling up to it,” Pepa explained patiently, as if to a small child.

Great. Now Pepa was being patronizing. Could this get any worse? Julieta gulped, her breathing uneven. “Everyone has been so kind, taking most of the cooking off my plate. I only cook dinner once a week now. It’s the least I can do.” If she couldn’t even do that…what was she good for?

“Yeah, Julieta, other people are stepping up. You want to know why? Because you are busy taking care of a small child and a baby. They don’t have to deal with those responsibilities. Despite that, you’re still keeping up with your gift duty. Somehow you’re still cranking out buñuelos like nobody’s business.”

Julieta chuckled faintly. “No one else can do it. I have to keep going with it.”

Pepa cocked her head as if conceding the point. “Well, other people can cook. So let us help you.”

Julieta stared at her. The words weren’t really registering. All she could do was latch onto- “You’re gonna help with cooking?”

Pepa shrugged. “Yes? Is that such a crazy idea?”

Julieta tapped her chin thoughtfully. “The last time I let you cook, you almost set the kitchen on fire trying to boil water.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” Pepa fumed. “The stupid pot wasn’t boiling, and I got mad, and I didn’t realize a lightning bolt would zap the fire!”

Seeing Pepa get worked up over the memory was what broke her. To her sleep-deprived brain, it was the funniest thing ever. She broke down into a fit of laughter, struggling for breath, as she laughed so hard, she cried.

“Oh sure, laugh at my pain,” Pepa quipped, but there was no edge to her words. Her lips curved into a small smile. “I’ll remember that the next time you make a mistake.”

“I don’t make mistakes, Pepa.” Julieta tossed her hair behind her shoulders, sending up a plume of flour.

“Ah yes, you totally meant to soak your hand in the sauce.” Pepa grinned.

“Ay, enough about the stupid sauce!” Julieta flicked her with flour.

Pepa flicked her back. Before the scene could devolve into a flour fight, she placed her hand between them in a truce. “Okay. So what still needs to be done?”

Julieta took stock of the situation. “The dough and filling are done, so I just need to roll and stuff the empanadas before cooking them.”

“You mean we,” Pepa corrected. “Because I’m helping you, whether you like it or not, so you might as well like it.”

Julieta sighed. “Fine. But you’re staying away from the stove. I don’t want a repeat of the ligh- the incident,” she amended upon seeing the stormy look in Pepa’s eyes. “Here.” She thrusted a spoon at Pepa. “You can fill the dough once I’ve shaped it.”

“So little faith,” Pepa shook her head goodnaturedly, but accepted the proffered spoon.

They began working quietly.

“Not so much, Pepa.” Julieta placed her hand on Pepa’s wrist, stilling her hand with the spoon hovering over the dough circle. “If you overstuff the empanadas they’ll explode.”

“And if you understuff them, you’ll get empanada scented bread,” Pepa muttered, but scooped out a bit of filling before crimping the empanada shut. “Better?”

Julieta nodded her approval. “That’s one down…” she looked at the almost completely full bowl of filling, “several dozen more to go.”

 “Good thing you have me to help out, eh, hermana?” Pepa elbowed her gently in the side.

Julieta had to admit she was right.

“I don’t know how you thought you could do it alone,” Pepa continued, getting into a rhythm with the empanadas.

“Don’t push it.”

Soon, the tray between them grew full. Much faster than if Julieta had been left to do it alone, especially since she was still struggling to stay awake.

As much as she hated to admit it, Pepa was right. Maybe it was okay to ask for help sometimes.

[letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo]

Julieta Madrigal

Oh! And that's my mom Julieta, here's her deal, whoa The truth is, she can heal you with a meal, whoa

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@julicta

[novinare]

JULIETA MOLINA MADRIGAL she can heal you with a meal • encanto • she/her • pansexual, polyamorous • selective shipping

[sardonyxmadrigal]

I posted 385 times in 2022

That's 385 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (3%)

375 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cartoon-lovers-world

@naoko-world

@sketchnwhatevr

@waitingonavision

@encantoisawesome

I tagged 385 of my posts in 2022

#encanto - 384 posts

#reblog - 372 posts

#bruno madrigal - 115 posts

#mirabel madrigal - 105 posts

#julieta madrigal - 97 posts

#antonio madrigal - 94 posts

#isabela madrigal - 94 posts

#dolores madrigal - 91 posts

#pepa madrigal - 89 posts

#camilo madrigal - 68 posts

Longest Tag: 74 characters

#ok but imagine félix doing a whole musical number for pepa to cheer her up

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I posted my Encanto Fanfic!

I hope you like it!

7 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

#4

We seriously got nothing about Encanto at D23 tonight. And I joined the live when I thought it would be at but nope. Watched the rest and still got nothing.

We at least got a We Don’t Talk About Bruno performance yesterday.

13 notes - Posted September 10, 2022

#3

November Birthdays!

I’d like to let you know the two November birthdays of the Madrigal family!

First, we have Félix on Friday, November 11th!

Then we have Luisa on Monday, November 14th!

See the full post

17 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

#2

So I have a Encanto fanfic idea which I have things written out about and started writing a first chapter. I was an AU writer in another fandom (you might guess what fandom based on my username) and haven’t written much or posted in over a year and I’ve lost touch in that fandom.

I call it The Girl Of Many Gifts. The story takes place 7 years after Casita was rebuilt. This is where Alisa, the daughter of Dolores and Mariano, receives a gift but she happens to get all 8 Madrigal gifts:

* Her Abuela Pepa’s ability to control the weather with her emotions

* Tío Bruno’s ability to see the future

* Tía’s ability to heal with a meal

* Tía Isabela’s ability to grow plants and flowers

* Her Mother Dolores’ super-hearing

* Tía Luisa’s strength

* Tío Camilo’s shapeshifting ability

* Tío Antonio’s ability to speak and communicate with animals

As the first child of the new generation, the Madrigal family does not want Alisa to be pressured and overworked, and dealing with everything they’ve been feeling and been treated for 45 years. They want to support her throughout the new journey she was about get into.

Alisa will learn how to control her powers and her family makes sure she isn’t forced to do anything.

This is a fanfic that I can post on here and on AO3. Also feel free to send in asks or comment to tell me what you think about this.

18 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Just a little reminder:

Isabela’s birthday is coming up! It’s this Sunday on August 7th!

Also, Dolores’ birthday is coming up too! It’s on Wednesday, August 31st!

See the full post

122 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

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[wifeofbean]

I need opinions for fic purposes!

So. I know there's debate on what Julieta's food can and cannot fix (I have my own theories about that), but what's the collective headcanon about whether or not she can fix OLD injuries? Like...if someone was physically injured years ago, and the wounds healed but some damage remained, would her food fix that? I'm leaning towards yes, but interested to hear other thoughts.

[honeydewmuses-a]

“Maybe I shouldn’t say it. But, now that we are all clear on what a DILF is?

“...I already knew when I said Augustin is one.”

If you’re not her age, you didn’t hear that.

[damagecompiilation]

tag dump - encanto muses

[crossedxpaths]

random asks. --

@swanmonarch​ said: “It was so real! I swear! He was here!” (Random ask for Julieta. PS: She had a nightmare about Rothbart somehow coming back from the dead)

            『 ❝ shh, shh... calm yourself, mi querido. it’s okay. ❞ 』 Julieta smiled softly, resting a comforting hand on the blonde’s shoulder. as a mother, she was used to calming her children down with gentle words and comforting gestures and this situation was no different. while she did not know much of Odette’s situation, it was obvious the girl was troubled by something.

            『 ❝ there’s no one here. it sounds to me like you had a bad dream. ❞ 』 Julieta kept her tone quiet and caring, not wanting to raise her voice or startle the other anymore than she already was. whatever had scared her so must have been something horrible. 『 ❝ do you want to talk about it? ❞ 』

[yellowcry]

Gluing the broken glass

(Tell me what to do to make it all feel better)

Mirabel had never cooked for such a big fiesta before. No, there were celebrations, often including the whole village. But usually, it didn't have such importance, unlike the gift ceremony. And, obviously, Mirabel hadn't cooked for a one ever before. The last gift ceremony was hers, and no one would know about her wonderful healing abilities that she would get. The other ceremonies that Mirabel lived through were Camilo's and Luisa's, but the latter didn't really count, taking into account that Mirabel was about eight months old at the time. So she was somehow excited. Mirabel made sure to create the best table for tonight.

The old stove sizzled as Mirabel placed another portion to bake, then she ran off to place the aborrajados in a decorative way. It wasn't any normal meal, so arrangements must be appropriate for the occasion. Then Mirabel got back to cooking for a bit; there were still a lot of repast she had to make until the evening.

"Mi amor, how are you doing?" Mirabel looked up and saw her mom standing next to the pedestal table. "It seems like a lot of work..." Mirabel just nodded, not looking up from the dough she was kneading at the moment. "It's good; I should make it in time." She rubbed her hands against her apron before getting back to the kitchener and turning the baked goods over. 

"Don't push yourself too hard," Julieta asked, putting her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I know you want to help, but you have to take care of yourself."

The girl just sighed, looking up at her mother for a bit. "I know, mama, I promise I'm doing great." Maybe she was tired a bit, but the thoughts of Antonio finally getting his door were enough to shave her tiredness off. In a way, this ceremony was way calmer than Mirabel's ten years before, as far as she could remember it. After all, she was the younger sister of a giftless Isabela, so there were questions about her getting a gift, even despite the fact that Luisa already had one. Antonio was in a better position. And, after four gifted grandkids, everyone just assumed that Isabela was a strange mishap, for whatever the reason. Abuela herself had always been saying that Isabela was just like she was. In a way, Mirabel felt bitter. Abuela was spending almost all her attention on Isabela, despite the lack of a gift. And, probably just to add herself even more attention, Isabela was always dressing the same way Abuela did in her youth.

Julieta took a place next to her, now helping with the cooking. Mirabel smiled kindly but still spoke out. "You don't have to help; I can do this." Having somebody to share the work with was a nice feeling, but Mirabel wasn't a child.

"She's right, Mija," Agústin interrupted them. Mirabel looked up at her father and let out an exhausted groan, seeing another dose of swollen bee stings on his face.

"Papi...." She sighed, taking one of her fresh-baked pandebonos and passing it to him.

"No, don't worry, I can take the rest of the menu on myself!" Agustin announced this after he finished his healing. Julieta and Mirabel looked at each other, knowing how bad of an idea this would be.

-

After what seemed to be hours, Julieta managed to convince Mirabel out of the kitchen for ten minutes. She agreed to that, mainly because she wanted to see preparations in her own eyes. The patio was filled with people, decorating it, placing benches for the elderly, and just generally trying to help. Mirabel paced a bit faster, as she saw Isabela with a notebook, she most likely was leading the process again when Abuela got distracted. Honestly, Mirabel didn't want to do this in front of her sister at all. Still, a stinging jealousy pinched her heart. Isabela was most certainly the favorite among the grandkids, despite the lack of a gift. Mirabel never quite understood why. The only thing she actually knew about her big sister is that she was usually with Abuela. And Mirabel had been busy with her cooking, trying to do her best to help.

Her thoughts were drowned in the townspeople's noises, and Mirabel didn't want to get struck with dozens of questions that she couldn't even answer to. So she walked upstairs, where the amount of people was smaller. Casita usually didn't allow outsiders on the second floor. From far away, she could already see Luisa's big figure standing in front of Mirabel's door, covering her carved picture. Noticing Abuela took a bit more time.

"Where's Osvaldo? He promised to deliver the rest of the decor half an hour ago."

Luisa pursed her lips, looking to the side. Her face muscles were strained a little as she filtered out the sound she needed. "He's almost here." She'd finally breathed out, turning her attention back to Abuela.

Their grandmother sighed harshly. "You needed to check on him once he didn't come in time." Mirabel bit her lip awkwardly; she knew that Abuela was strict and always demanded to do their best all the time.  Luisa just nodded wordlessly before turning her attention to her younger sibling, who was standing on the other side of the second floor. "Hermanita, do you need anything?"

Mirabel winced; even she sometimes tended to forget that there was nothing that could hide from Luisa's cat-like hearing. 

Abuela looked at her as well, finally noticing the fact that she had been spied on for a while. "Mirabel, why aren't you in the kitchen? You have to prepare for the night." She demanded, now staring at her across the patio. Mirabel looked down, clutching the railing tightly. She didn't mean to get distracted; Mom just wanted to do some cooking as well. "I'm sorry, Abuela; I decided to go out for some fresh air. Mama is replacing me right now." She knew it didn't excuse her, but at least it was some reason to slack off on her chores.

Luisa tilted her head before nodding in confirmation that it was true and that their mom was, in fact, in the kitchen instead of her youngest daughter right now.

For a moment, Mirabel looked down, not looking at her hermana and Abuela. "Is there anyone who would miss the ceremony?" If anyone didn't come, the amount of food would be slightly less, so Mirabel wanted to be sure of who would be at the party.

Luisa bit her lip for a second before replying. "Not as I know about." Mirabel tilted her head from the echoing voice. Why wouldn't Luisa know who wouldn't come? Mirabel was pretty sure Luisa could hear who had mentioned this. On the other hand, there's a chance nobody said it out loud, and Luisa was most certainly unable to listen to the inner thoughts. Well, it seemed that Mirabel would have to make her full plan.

Abuela lifted her head to look over Luisa. "Check if everything is going on time. Tonight must be perfect."

Luisa nodded, just like she always did at any request. "I'm..." Mirabel knew that her sister would most certainly going to say that she was on it, but she had suddenly trail off, wincing before she had covered her ears, hunching over the handrailing.

A moment later, Tía Pepa rushed upstairs like a crazy wind. The floor almost shook from her footsteps. Or it actually did. It was loud enough even for Mirabel to startle for a moment, not even mentioning Luisa, who didn't say anything but looked at Pepa with a face that said that she would gladly rip off Tia's legs to make her quieter.

Tia Pepa muttered in a yelling tone of voice, visibly trembling. "Tonight must be perfect, but if it's not perfect, then..."

"Mi amor, be careful." Tío Felix ran after her. 

A second later, Dolores had gotten upstairs too, joining this little family meeting. "Oh, mama, don't worry. Antonio will definitely get the best gift ever." The warm couple looked at their daughter, who waved her head slightly, creating another ark of flowers that wrapped around the barrier. Pepa looked down at her child, now running to her. "Ah, how much did you grow up!" She mumbled in awe, squeezing Dolores' cheek slightly. "Mama, please..."

Mirabel looked at the other side and noticed that Luisa was gone already. Alright, it was probably time for her to get back to work as well. There was a whole night ahead.

[toaverse]

The Two Healers AU

Basically, an AU where Dolores also got healing with food, like Julieta :D

Enjoy!

Alma thought that two Madrigals having the same gift was out of the question, but it wasn’t.

Because, well, Dolores also got the gift of healing with her food, just like Julieta.

So, the day after her ceremony, the 5 year old girl was immediately taken to the kitchen to help Tía Julieta with cooking.

Naturally, having the same gift, Julieta taught her sobrina everything about cooking, how to make certain dishes, where to go in the town, etc.

So, every day, Julieta and Dolores had to get up at the early hours of the morning to cook breakfast for the whole family, the latter having to do that since she was five. and if they didn't, alma and Pepa would scold and yell at them, telling them that they're selfish and not thinking about the family.

Naturally, Julieta and Dolores grew closer, almost like mother and daughter.

Dolores also grew close to Agustín, often going to him for support, something that her own parents didn't give her ever since she got her gift.

As for Pepa and Félix, they didn't interact with their daughter anymore, instead focusing their attention on chores and each other, and later Camilo.

Pepa and Dolores' relationship got worse over the years. The former would snap and yell at the latter whenever Dolores got in her way or when she didn't have a meal immediately ready...

Isabela treated her prima the same way...

But despite all of that, Dolores looked at life with a positive light. She had her Tía and Tío, and Luisa and Mirabel were nice to her. And she looked forward to her quinceañera, especially after Isabela's.

But when her 15th birthday arrived, the day of her quinceañera, it was a disaster...

Unlike Isabela's quinceañera, the townspeople didn't show up and it wasn't a huge party. There was barely any food, no music and no "happy birthday" banner. Dolores didn't even get her own dress. She had to wear Pepa's old dress that didn't fit her anyways.

Agustín was actually the one to dance with Dolores, since Félix was too busy paying attention to Pepa and Camilo...

"Dolores, can you make some more food?" Pepa basically demanded on her own daughter's quinceañera. "And can you make Camilo an arepa?"

That ended in Julieta and Agustín yelling at the yellow couple, and Dolores' quinceañera was cut short...

Sure, the blue family (minus Isabela) celebrated it with her in the evening after dinner, but the day was already ruined for Dolores...

but life went on, and the next day, she and Julieta had to get up early to make breakfast for everyone, and have to go to town to heal the townspeople...

This, as well as the bad treatment from Pepa, Isabela and some of the townspeople, went on for 6 more years.

It got worse when Dolores fell for Mariano, who was engaged to Isabela. Pepa and Alma noticed, and they weren't happy to say the least...

[queencalanthes]

And that’s my mom Julieta. Here’s her deal, the truth is she can heal you with a meal. Her recipes are remedies for real. If you’re impressed imagine how I feel. Mom!

MIRABEL AND JULIETA MADRIGAL Encanto (2021) | dir. Jared Bush