#she can heal you with a meal (julieta)

[green-eyed-prophet]

tag dump!

[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.

[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.

[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. 

[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.

[novinare]

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

[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? ❞ 』

[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

[lacasitamadrigal]

mymanymerrymuses​:

“Perhaps not.” The drama is still absolutely in Camilo’s voice, his head lowered to properly respect the fallen food.

“But should the world not end at tragedy?” He’s about a minute away from upgrading his act to include fake tears when Julieta’s hand lands in his hair, and he turns his grin up to her, eyes bright. Un-dropped food would be wonderful - he’s usually hungry after all, today is no exception - but really he’s just happy to have entertained her with his theatrics.

“Gracias, tía.”

With that, Camilo’s hopping back to his feet to find a new plate, picking up the arepas within his reach as he goes to help make the sweeping easier for his tía.

Okay so she couldn’t help but laugh a little bit from the boys ‘tragedy’ and her face was stretched in a wide grin. “Gracias, Milo.” Of course he would help, he was such a sweet boy. She finished sweeping the rest of the mess into a waiting dustpan before taking a seat at the counter. 

“You and your theatrics. You always manage to squeeze a smile out of me.” She picked up an apple from a bowl and began to peel it, shaking her head as she did so. “You know, you remind me an awful lot of you Tio when we were growing up. He was just as ridiculous and twice as dramatic.” 

[the-fictional-wife]

Bruno Madrigal X Fem! Reader

Gonna put it out there, I have never made a fanfic before, will be taking critiques on how to improve.

WARNING: Might contain NSFW in the future hehe

Summary: (Pre-canon) Y/N continuously hears around town about this "misfortune teller" guy and wants to see for herself. She nor the fellow seer would expect what their future has in store.

You were walking through the town of Encanto with a sprained wrist headed to Julieta to get one of her healing meals. Even from the first day you were living in Encanto it wasn't hard to hear about the magical unique Madrigals. But lately, the talk was all about one of the family members you haven't heard of yet, Bruno.

"He told me my gold fish was going to die and i woke up today and what do I see? BEANS DEAD" some girl sobbed.

"He said I was going to poo-.."-

'And that's enough eavesdropping' I picked up my pace to avoid hearing more.

Even as I continued on I could still hear people mummer about their "bad" future and how cursed this fortune teller guy is.

'what's their deal? If he's just a seer he can't cause these bad things to happen and yet I hear so much...hatred? In their voice for this poor guy...maybe I can ask-'

"Y/N pleasure to see you!"

Speak of the devil, Julieta! Just the girl I was looking for.

"Sprained again? You have to be more careful!"

"Huh-" I was so focused with the Bruno talk I forgot the whole Bruno situation.

"Oh yeah" I chuckled " The ground just looked so pleasing today I just had to face plant off my bed onto my hand"

Julieta didn't appreciate my sarcasm as much as I did as she rolled her eyes at me.

"I'm sorry okay! I couldn't help myse-MPH" I was rudely cut off my Julieta shoving an arepa into my mouth.

"hehe I'm sorry I couldn't help myself" Julieta laughed she held her 1 month pregnant stomach.

I couldn't help but laugh with her, we've recently started to get closer since my clumsiness always left me at her stand. But yet out of all the times I've talked to her and heard her stories, she's never mentioned Bruno.

"OhweifJulieta! There'smgkbeen.. somethingmgm Imhwanted tomgask you" I said with my mouth full. Her foods too delicious to rush, what did you expect?

"Swallow first!"

"hehe"

"Don't think like that-" Julieta sighed

"I said i wanted to ask you about something more especially, a guy named Bruno. You know him?"

'...That was a dumb question- he's in her family of course she knows him'

"Bruno? He's my brother, I see you've heard of him in town but I promise he isn't like they say he is! You can go see for yourself" Julieta quickly states.

"Don't worry, I believe you!" 'wait I can go see for myself- That's genius'

" Thank you for doing so now shoo shoo, there's a line building behind you" Julieta scoots me away.

"Ah okay okay, I'm going- Thank you for your help Julieta!"

"No problem Y/N! Visit anytime!"

With my wrist back in check, I had no other plans for today.

'Maybe I should get my fortune told, it doesn't hurt to try even if bad what's the worse that can happen'

With that I went on my way to the Madrigal's home.

Mini Time Skip

As you saw the Madrigal house in felt yourself mess with the loose string of your skirt as butterflies increase in your stomach.

'Breathe in, breathe out you got this, just knock on the door and ask for Bruno...simple'

Reality yet again proved not to be simple as you stood there with a shaky hand for the past 10 minutes. As soon as you were about to finally place your hand onto the wooden door, Casita did you the favor and slammed the door open themselves.

You found yourself wide-eyed staring at the person nearest to the door who's expression mimicked yours. He had loose shaggy curled dark hair, scruffy facial hair, brown eyes with a rather large nose.

Your face flushed red for..more than one reason.

"uh..hi"

"..Hi"

"....."

"...."

Well. This is turning awkward.

'We have to say something, anything!'

After another minute of silence, the Madrigal decides to speak first.

"Um, was there something you needed?" He awkwardly stated.

I stood frozen staring into his eyes not expecting him to speak, much less ask a question.

I must've been staring for too long because he quickly looked down, face flushed.

'Now I'm making him uncomfortable great'

"....bye"

With that I ran.

Notes: I was gonna continue but i'm going to leave that for the next part. I promise you will have a better interaction with Bruno soon.

[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.

[goodvibes24hrs]

Félix & Agustín Headcanons

Agustín has taken multiple hits for his daughters and even his Sobrina & Sobrinos. He’s taken several falling potted planets to the head for his girls, pushed Camilo out of harms way, and once shielded Isabela & Dolores from some bees. Félix & Pepa will forever be grateful to Agustín for every time he’s protected his & their kids.

Félix & Agustín help keep Castia tidy. While their wives & kids go off to help the town, they stay and help around the house. They do the laundry, fix anything broken, feed some of Antonio’s animal friends, water Isabela’s plants, etc.

Just like when Camilo thought Mirabel was his twins, Camilo thought he also had two dads till he was 6.

“What do you mean Agustín isn’t my dad? What next huh? You gonna tell me Mira isn’t my twin? Pfff” “…Mijo do i have news for you-“

It doesn’t help that Félix would play along with the idea of Mirabel being his daughter (“Course she’s my girl! She has my charming looks”) and making kissy noises towards Agustín. He’d say “Ven paca chulo! Dame un beso!” as he smooshes Agustín face with his hands.

Aside from Julieta, Félix also likes to cook. He’s the one to make lunch for the familia. If the family’s busy out helping the town he’d take them their lunch. Whoever he finds last he sits and eats lunch with them.

Agustín & Félix take a day out their week to spend time with Bruno. Félix calls it their “Boys Night out”. While they’re out, if anyone dares to udder a single harmful word towards Bruno, it’s gonna end up in a fight. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to dis their brother-in-law.

After the fight the boys take their time getting home so they can come up with an excuse why they’re covered in brusies. Whatever lie they settle on doesn’t get the chance to be used cause already Julieta, Pepa, & Dolores are waiting at the doors of Casita to give them a healing meal and an earful.

When it’s just Félix & Agustín at home they end up chatting out on the back porch and talking about all the amazing things their kids have done that week and don’t get them started on their wives. They’d stay there talking passionately about them for hours.

Agustín is the number one fall guy for the kids. If they ever broke something or did something they were told not to do he’d 100% take the blame for them or hide it if he can. Luisa broke a vase? You know me honey, tripped over the darn thing. Antonio let his animal friends in the kitchen after you told him not to? Starts cleaning the mess & shooing any left over animals as fast as he can.

Félix has a hand man apron made by Julieta. He wears it every time he makes lunch and when he offers to help Julieta with making dinner.

These two have absolutely done the “You know what’s better than one baby? Two babies!” Both when they had Isabela & Dolores and Camilo & Mirabel.

After her gift ceremony, Mirabel spent a lot of time at home. She’d spend her time helping around the house with her dad & tío. Agustín & Félix would try their best to cheer Mirabel up. They’d make her laugh, let her run trough the hanged laundry, give her extra lunch/dessert, or just sit and talk with her. If she falls asleep Agustín or Félix (depending who she was with) would carry her around as they continued doing their chores.

That’s all I got for these two! Love the Madrigal Husbands 🧡💛💙💜

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