#julieta madrigal fluff

[sleepingdeath-light]

fluff hcs ; julieta

requested by ; anonymous (31/05/23)

fandom(s) ; encanto

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; julieta madrigal

outline ; “Could you please do some affection/kissing headcanons for Julieta Madrigal? p.s. enjoy your break! 💕”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

her love language is acts of service and she primarily shows her love through caring for you

making you your favourite foods when you’ve had a bad day

helping repair clothes and sentimental items that have gotten damaged

making sure that you’re never ill or remotely under the weather

but she’s also very open and giving when it comes to physical affection

she kisses you all of the time and she’s not picky where:

pecking you on the lips when you pass her by on your way in or out of la casita

kissing your eyelids and cheeks when you lay next to her in bed, drifting off to sleep with a smile

caressing one cheek and kissing the other before she goes off out to pass out her food to the townsfolk

peppering your neck with kisses until you’re laughing so hard there are tears in your eye and you’re begging for mercy

turning her face to kiss your palm when you’re gently holding her face, worried about her overworking herself

taking your hands in her own and kissing each of your knuckles and fingertips as she begs you to take a break or promises that she’ll be done soon

she just really loves kissing you

and if you smother her with kisses in return then she’ll get the biggest grin on her face as she lets out a hearty, lovesick laugh

uses a lot of pet names with you and will only really use your name if she’s annoyed or scared

some of her favourites are:

chiqui

amor

mi amada/amado

corazón

has an excellent memory for things that you love be that minor things like colours or ice cream flavours, or your favourite flowers or gemstones or foods

just, generally speaking, an absolutely wonderful spouse

[ilovekazuhaa]

can you write spicy julieta x fem reader? 😄

“One shot”

Julieta x fem reader

genre: spice and fluff

TW: mention of alcohol and being drunk!

ahh i haven’t written for juli in like forever!!! the second i read this request ive been so excited to do it. btw this story is inspired by one of the many daydreams i have during class😋 didbsksdn julieta marry me challenge… go!

also this is gonna include dom julieta bc we all need this in our lives and i am a switch and now i am feeling submissive so yes. btw there’s no smut in this sorry to disappoint :p

You stood at the kitchen counter, eating the delicious empanadas your girlfriend had made for dinner. Your muscles ached from a long day at work and you were exhausted so this was just what you needed. A plate of them had been left for you, along with a note that said “For Y/N” written in cursive with a heart next to it. You stared at the intricate details on the note as you ate, like Julieta’s handwriting and the way she wrote her cursive r’s so dramatically and large. It was elegant looking really. And the way she wrote your name made you a little weak in the knees if you were being honest. It always made you really happy when she did little things for you like this. It was how she showed her love.

The delicious flavors spread throughout your mouth as you let out a contented sigh. A few cuts and bruises you had received during the day had faded, the pain subsiding and the tenderness gradually going away. Julieta wasn’t present in the kitchen with you as you ate. To be fair, you had gotten home really late and figured that the woman must’ve gone to sleep. The only thing accompanying you as you ate was the soft breeze and the moonlight that shone through the kitchen window.

As you took the last bite of your empanada, you heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. You cocked an eyebrow and peeked over to where the steps were coming from until they reached the kitchen. Of course, it was Julieta. She walked in, and her tired expression turned into one that was happy and cheerful. It was so cute how her eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Oh my gosh, home already?” the woman asked, looking at her wrist and pretending to look at the time as she walked over to you.

“Only home for you Juli” you said, swallowing the last bite of the food you had in your mouth.

The woman chuckled as she brought her face close to yours and greeted you with a kiss. After she pulled away, she paused, touching foreheads with you as she took your hands.

“Oh how I’ve missed you” she said as she stroked your cheek “Life is quite boring without you here.”

You rolled your eyes lovingly as you gave her hand a small squeeze in return “Let’s do something fun then… as a celebration since I’m back home.”

“And what would that be?”

“Oh… I don’t know…” you responded “Maybe….”

As you said this, you let go of the women and scurried over to the cabinet and took out a bottle of tequila.

“How about a strip tease?!?” you said as you ran back over to her and shook the bottle in her face.

“Y/N, no!” she exlaimed “We cant do a… strip tease in my house! We could get caught!” the woman told you, whisper yelling “Also, you know I don’t drink! I don’t like how you could get drunk and forget everything! Plus, tequila has the worst hangovers!!!”

“Come on Juli please?” you begged, frowning “A few shots won’t hurt! Live a little!”

“But I have to cook breakfast tomorrow morning!”

“So? Everyone here is grown enough to do it themselves. If anything Felix can cook. He’s a natural.”

The woman rolled her eyes as she put her hands up in surrender “Okay okay fine. Just this once. You’re lucky I’m feeling rebellious.”

“Yay!” you cheered as you grabbed her by her apron and pulled her in, kissing her passionately. You broke the kiss quickly, wanting to tease her by biting her lip as you pulled away.

“That’s my girl” you told her with an innocent smile.

You noticed how her breath hitched and how she kept you close. Gosh, this was really gonna get her going now.

Acting as if you had done nothing, you walked over to the table and Julieta grabbed two shot glasses. You sat down on one side and Julieta sat down opposite of you, right in front. You popped the bottle open and poured the alcohol into both shot glasses, filling them up to the top.

“So…” Julieta began, tapping her finger on the table nervously “How are we gonna do this?”

You smirked as your eyes trailed away from the drinks and onto the women. Her eye bags were heavy, the purple color being very prominent under her eyes despite her dark skin. Her hair was a little messy too, some stray hairs poking out of her signature loose bun and the way she slouched definitely showed how today had worn her out. This was definitely gonna help relax her. A lot.

“Basically, we’re going to ask each other questions about ourselves and if one of us gets it wrong, we take off a piece of clothing. Whoever is completely naked first loses and is at the winner’s utter disposal.”

“Oh wow… that sounds-“

“Fun right?” you cut her off “The rules are: no lying about your answers, you HAVE to take your clothes off and it can literally be anything, the questions can’t be too hard, and its up to the winner to what we do after this.”

Julieta smirked “Ah, so that’s why you asked to play this huh? You’re good.”

“Oh I know” you said, waving your hand as if it was nothing “I get that a lot.”

Setting the bottle down, you tell Julieta to start.

“Okay so, what’s my favorite color?” Julieta asks.

“Easy” you respond “Blue.”

Julieta bows her head in a ‘well done’ motion.

“What’s my favorite body part of yours?” you ask, crossing your arms.

Julieta scoffs “It’s my lips” she says “I know you can’t get enough of them.”

You cock an eyebrow and think of a funny way to tease her so you ask “Which ones?”

The second the question triggered in Julieta’s mind, she started blushing uncontrollably, covering her face and hiding it in her hands.

“You know, I really hate you sometimes!”

You laugh “So what’s your answer?”

She looks up at you, only allowing her eyes to show as her hands cover her blushing face.

“Both.”

“Good girl. You know me too well.”

“Ok so…” Julieta shifts in her seat, lifting her head back up in an attempt to boost her confidence “What did I make last night for dinner?”

She did not. She was really doing this. She knew your memory was terrible when it came to things like this. She watched your face of cockiness turn into one of shock with a hint of fear.

“No no no” you put a finger up before the woman could speak again “I know this one. It was uh-”

You continued racking your brain for an answer but you truly had no idea. Deciding to take a wild guess, you said aborrajado.

“Wrong” the woman said “Aborrajado is way too annoying to make. I don’t have enough time for that!”

You sighed “Didn’t think I’d be losing this early into the game, and yet here we are.”

You sighed in defeat and took the shot of tequila that stood in front of you. Grabbing it, you felt excitement and fear rush through you at the thought of what tonight could bring. Picking up the glass carefully, you said “Bottoms up” as you raised the glass towards the woman and brought it to your lips, swallowing the bitter liquid.

Your face made a disgusted expression due to the strong flavor of the drink.

“So bitter!” you said, your face filled with disgust as you stuck your tongue out.

Julieta couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. She thought you were so adorable, losing at your own game.

Your eyes started to get really watery as you felt the flavors of the drink trickle up your nose and into your brain.

Standing up, you looked at yourself and decided what to take off first. You had a white shirt that revealed your shoulders along with a light yellow skirt that went just below your ankles. You ultimately decided to take the skirt off because you weren’t going to let go of your pride.

Sliding the skirt down, you practically felt Julieta’s eyes bearing into your body, hungry for you but not hungry enough to do anything. Or should you say tipsy enough to do anything. You purposely let the skirt pool at your feet and you stepped out of it slowly and sat back down in your chair.

“My eyes are up here you know. At least try to make it obvious that you aren’t trying to look under the table.”

“I-I’m not trying anything. Just give me a question so we could continue this.”

Julieta shifted in her seat before she folded her hands and waited for the next question. You could sense the nervous excitement in her, it was so… exhilarating. You wanted to make her get the next question wrong, but you wanted to do it fair and square. Tapping your chin as you thought of another question, you looked over at the plants that hung from the ceiling and you realized how many there really were. This made you flashback to when the two of you first met. As if a lightbulb had gone off in your head, you thought of the perfect question that would cause her doom to be certain. You grinned mischievously and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you readied yourself to ask the question.

“You won’t get this one righ-”

“Yes I will” she cut you off.

“No you won’t.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Julieta had a face of determination and ambition. The woman’s eyebrows were furrowed and she mentally prepared herself for whatever question you were going to ask her.

“What was the first thing I ever said to you?” you asked. She froze. Her face of determination changed to one of uncertainty and panic.

“No” she said, putting a hand up “I know this one… I swear I do.”

“Do you really?” you asked as you crossed your arms.

“Ah!” the woman blurted out, signifying she knew the answer to your question.

“It was, and I quote ‘Hola Señorita, could you heal my finger? I think its broken’ you can’t tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong.”

“What? I could’ve sworn that was it!”

“The first thing I ever said to you was ‘Hola Señorita Julieta! You may not know me, but I think you look beautiful today’ I can’t believe you don’t remember!” you exclaimed, putting a hand over your heart as if you were hurt.

“I-I’m sorry for not remembering! It doesn’t make me love you any less!” the woman said, voice filled with worry as she stood up from her chair and leaned over the table as she ran her hands through her hair. She felt guilty as the memory of the event you had just described to her came back.

You smiled. “I’m only kidding Juli. Its okay, really.”

“It is?”

“Yeah… because now that means you have to take your clothes off.”

Her face of worry changed to one of a ‘really’ look as she rolled her eyes. She scoffed and shook her head as she looked down at the ground before looking back up at you.

“You’re terrible, you know that?” Julieta told you as she tried to hide her smile.

“Yeah” you shrugged, smiling “I get that a lot too.”

You then carefully pushed the filled shot glass to Julieta’s side of the table.

“Take this before you choose. It may help a little.”

“Yeah, yeah” she scoffed and took the shot with no hesitation. Her eye twitched a little as the flavor of the drink registered in her mouth, but other than that, it didn’t seem to affect her much. She wasn’t an alcohol drinker, but she had her fair share of experiences. She knew how to keep a straight face in serious situations. Especially when it involved your hand, her, and family dinner.

“Wha- How do you not have any reaction to that!”

“What can I say? I’ve had to deal with you and your hand on several occasions that include my family. If you get what I mean.”

A hard blush formed on your cheeks as you chuckled nervously.

“Yeah… sorry about that.”

“Are you really though?” she responded.

You could only laugh and chuckle in response “You know I’m not.”

Julieta tried to ignore what you said and she looked down at herself, trying to decide what to take off first. She then put her hands on her head and removed the clip that held her hair up, allowing her brown locks stained with more than a few white strands to fall past her shoulders.

“Wha- No that’s cheating!” you stood up in protest “I said clothes! Taking off a clip doesn’t count as taking clothes off!”

The woman only looked at you and shrugged.

“It does count though. I feel almost naked with my hair down.”

“Key word, almost. But fine, I’ll let you pass this once, you’re lucky I’m nice.”

Your girlfriend gasped “And what shall I ever do if you weren’t!” she put her hand over her mouth and raised her eyebrows to act as if she had any fear.

Getting up, she made her way over to you and walked behind you, placing her hands on your shoulders as she snaked her tiny hands on them. Coming close to you, she pressed her body up against yours and you felt every curve of her body on the back of yours. A hot sting in your face and abdomen formed simultaneously.

“Don’t forget this is my house cariño. I make the rules.”

You felt her hot breath on your neck and her lips move on your ear as she spoke. She then left a soft kiss on your jaw, just under your ear as she pulled away and kept eye contact with you until she sat down again. You were only left to watch as she began to leave you sexually frustrated.

“Now, where were we?”

“Y-your turn” you managed to say, sitting down in your chair. Your entire demeanor changed from one moment to the next. Now Julieta was being the bold one.

“Oh right..” she said, biting her lip as she scanned your features. Your cheeks were still tinted red and you slouched as your arms hung at your sides.

“My question for you now is…” she tapped her chin as she pondered on her next question for you.

You took this as an opportunity to examine the woman’s features. You two had only gone for a few rounds but from the looks of it, the alcohol had already begun to take effect. Or was it because she was still fully sober and was feeling bold? Whatever it was, it was interesting and kind of turned you on. Julieta’s cheeks were tinted pink, her eyes were half closed and her brown eyes were now glossy and kept looking for excuses to look under the table. Had one shot really given her this much courage? She started twiddling her thumbs as she licked her lips and noticed your gaze.

“I can see you’re staring at me you know” the woman batted her eyes innocently “What do you say we just forget about this and go do something more interesting?”

As she said this, she stood up and started walking over to you, almost falling in the process. After saving herself and telling you she was okay, she continued to walk around the table and towards you but her hip bumped it and she fell.

“Ay dios mio!” Julieta exclaimed as her head made contact with the cold, hard floor.

You stood up and kneeled down to your girlfriend “Oh my god mi amor are you okay?” you asked worriedly, cupping her face and using the other hand to rub her forehead that now matched the color of her cheeks.

You pretended not to notice when her eyes darted to your naked legs and your gray underwear that covered the thing she was longing for the entire week. Seriously, you kept her waiting a lot and it was annoying sometimes! She just felt bad asking so she just let it happen naturally.

The poor woman could only nod. She was embarrassed that you just watched her land face first into the ground. She usually isn’t the one to be accident prone. That was your job.

“Are you hurt?” you asked.

She shook her head “My forehead does a little. Can you kiss it to make it feel better?” she asked, seriously.

You were surprised she had no shame because she had literally just fallen in front of you. You were sure that if she was sober, her cheeks would be red from embarrassment, not from the alcohol she had been drinking.

You smiled and nodded “Sure my love. Just stand up for me” you told her, getting up from your kneeling position and putting your hand out for her to grab so she could get up.

Julieta grabbed your hand softly, her fingers wrapping around your hand gracefully and gripping it. You got yourself ready to pull her up when you looked at her face. There was a hint of mischief and naughtiness in it but when you noticed it was too late. She suddenly brought her other hand in and took ahold of your wrist, bringing you down with her. You should’ve known what she was going to do when she had those eyebrows raised and a smile that was hidden by her adorable pout.

A yelp showed your surprise when Julieta pulled you down and brought you on top of her.

You were now straddling her, her body now trapped under your legs and your arms placed beside her head, propping your body up. Your hair fell in front of your eyes and tickled Julieta’s neck. Thank god it was there because it helped cover your flustered face. You couldn’t forget that you were half naked on top of her, in the middle of the night, in somewhere that wasn’t her bedroom and that where you could get caught.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or you, but you brought your face down and kissed her. The kiss began soft, but soon started becoming sloppy as she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you in even closer. She began sitting up as she kissed you, keeping you close enough so that she could do whatever she wanted. She then pulled away for a moment and gently pushed you off her until you were on your knees.

The woman bit her lip as she let go of your collar and watched the sight before her. There you kneeled, your hair down and all messy, in your underwear that slightly began to fall on one side, exposing your hip, and your thirsty face that begged her to absolutely ruin you. You watched her hungry eyes darting all over your body, wondering what kind of lewd thoughts crossed her mind.

She then came close to you and whispered the phrase that you were expecting but couldn’t be more excited to obey.

“Sit on the table and take your shirt off.”

You couldn’t help but still be shocked by this though. She was just so sweet and soft a second ago.

Listening to her, you quickly took your shirt off and threw it to the side. You made sure to throw it next to your skirt to show Julieta how much you had really taken off. From the look on her face, your trick had worked. You were now only left in your bra and underwear. Her eyes followed your every move until you sat on the table, your legs closed tightly because you felt so vulnerable. That’s the excuse you kept using anyway.

Julieta then walked up to you and placed her hands on both sides of your body. You sat there, frozen in place, as you held your legs closed, eyes down, and arms covering your exposed body. Her soft fingertips grazed your thighs and you shivered under her gentle touch. Her intentions were good but felt as if they were going to become aggressive at any moment. She brought herself close to your ear and her lips grazed them before she spoke. Her warm breath on your neck drove you insane and the way she pulled on the hem of your underwear made your legs tremble.

“You’re going to really enjoy this, darling.”

The second she said this, you found your heart beating so fast and a wave of fear washed over you. But it was the good kind of fear, the one that you wanted to feel. Then Julieta pulled away slightly as she looked you in the eyes. That gaze of hers wanted to destroy you so badly. The eye contact you made created tension so thick it could be cut with a knife and those big brown eyes that looked back at you were so out of it but were so sober at the same time. Had alcohol given her this much courage? If it did, then she should definitely drink it more often.

Her cheeks were rosy pink due to the effects of the alcohol and her thoughts. Her apron was half untied as well, the straps that tied it together falling off the side of her shoulder a bit. Her gorgeous hair framed her face perfectly, a few strands going over her eyes and cheeks which made her seem a lot more intimidating. And god did you like it.

You watched her eyes flick to your neck before she looked up at you one last time. She then slipped her fingers under the hem of your underwear as she kissed your neck. The sounds of her kisses filled the room and you turned your head away from her desperately, to allow yourself to enjoy the kisses she was giving you, but also because you knew what she was going to say next.

“These right here” she pulled at your underwear again “I want them off.”

You turned to look at her once more before she got down on her knees. Your legs were still closed and you were scared to open them because you knew what would be waiting for you when you did. You felt really damp down there, and you didn’t want her seeing it. Especially since she was drunk, she had no filter and you knew she wasn’t going to stop, and neither were you.

“Julieta… I think that we should uh- maybe not get too ahead of ourselves” you said, nervously.

You wanted this, but you were in the middle of a kitchen and you weren’t about to fuck your girlfriend on a dining table, that just wasn’t going to work and it was too weird anyway. You guys could get caught!

The woman respected your wishes in her drunken state but that didn’t stop her completely. She pulled your underwear down a little and you shivered at the exposure to the cold air and she kissed your exposed hip. Her lips were so soft, they felt like a baby’s. Her hands were soft as well and small so the way that they gripped your knees and pulled your legs open surprised you.

“Relax mi vida, I’m only going to tease you a little” the woman whispered, voice filled with mischief.

You used your hands to hold yourself up as Julieta held your legs open with her hands. She gently caressed your knees with her thumb as she got closer and closer to your crotch. The closer she got to you, the more nervous and aroused you became. You bit your lip when you felt her hot breath on your inner thigh. She then came even closer and left a soft kiss on it, taking agonizingly long to pull away because she knew how it would get you. She pulled away for a moment, but only to go to another spot on your leg to kiss. This time, she was even closer to your crotch, her lips brushing over where your underwear covered the thing that would bring you the utmost pleasure but absolutely ruin you. By this point, you were blushing so hard and breathing so loud that you could probably be heard from outside the kitchen. Your heart was beating so fast and you let out irregular breaths and tried your best not to whimper at all. The only thing you could do was stare at the family tree that stood in front of you as Julieta did this. A terrible choice sure, but you had to look at something other than her if you didn’t wanna finish the job before she did.

She pulled away and stood up, her gaze piercing through your soul. She grabbed your hand gently and kissed the inside of your palm as she placed your hand on her cheek to cup. She smiled at you innocently, biting her lip as she dragged her finger down your arm before giving you yet another command.

“No need to be nervous. Lay down for me, mi amor.”

Without hesitation, you laid down and obliged to Julieta’s wishes. When your back made contact with the cold wooden table, you got chills and shivered a little. Goosebumps formed all along your arms and legs simultaneously. The way your heart beat in your chest in that very moment had never and will never be matched again and the mix of fear and excitement you felt was so beyond anything you had ever dreamed of. The image of the cream colored ceiling was blocked from your view when Julieta face popped into view as she made herself comfortable by sitting on you, straddling your body between her legs. She sat on top of you, her thighs closing in on your body. You felt your face heating up in embarrassment because you allowed yourself to get into this position without a fight. But truthfully, you didn’t want to fight at all.

Julieta then tucked a stray hair away from your face as she studied your features. That focused look on her face really had you thinking if she was still somewhat sober. The way her brown eyes studied you was with such curiosity and wonder as they quickly flicked from each of the features on your face. She squinted slightly and the wrinkles around her eyes began to show and her gray hair glimmered in the candle lit room as it fell past her shoulders because she was looking down at you. She cocked an eyebrow, her head turning slightly as she held a small smirk. Her face was littered with tiny freckles and her cheeks were so pink, you almost didn’t notice the way her entire demeanor changed yet again as she studied you. Her lips looked so soft and pink, you would move mountains and start a war if it meant you could kiss them again. They were so perfectly framed and plump, almost as if they were shaped like a heart.

“Ay Y/N, you know you’re the only one that can get me like this you know.”

Her soft voice echoed in your ears and you felt such a strong sense of euphoria wash over you. All you could think about was her and how much you really treasured her. You continued studying her as well, watching anyplace her hands went as well as where those brown eyes darted to. The woman’s shiny earrings pulled you out of your trance because they gleamed as she leaned down to kiss you.

You closed your eyes as your lips met hers and it felt like fireworks. They were so incredibly soft and it felt like you were kissing the fluffiest pillow. She tasted like sweet honey and she swiftly brought her hand up to caress your cheek gently. You kissed her back right away untied her apron with total ease. The woman then took it off and tossed it to the free space above your head.

You placed your hands on her face, bringing her even closer as you felt your hands sink into her cheeks like they were balls of cotton. Her scent was so intoxicating, the sweet aroma of vanilla filling your nose, making you relax instantly.

You felt her smile into the kiss as she grabbed your hands and placed them both on her hips as you two continued to kiss.

“What’s up with you today?” you jokingly asked as you smiled at the woman.

“Nothing…. just feeling a little extra needy today….Something wrong with that?” the woman responded flirtatiously, pausing to talk between each kiss.

“What’s making you so excited then? Is it the alcohol?”

All the woman could do was nod as she pulled away and started kissing your neck.

“You know it is.”

You smiled smugly “Well then maybe you should drink more often” you say.

After your statement you feel a light bite on your collarbone, making you yelp.

“Not happening” she says.

“Please?!?!?!” you ask “You don’t have to think before you act when you’re this way… it’s so free!” you argue.

“I’ll consider it…” she starts “just let me have my way with you for a little.”

“Sure…” you say “And what would you consider that to be?” you ask curiously, playing with the hem of her shirt.

“Let’s finish this” Julieta says as she grabs something from behind your head and waves it in front of you. It’s the bottle of tequila. And it’s only half empty.

Your eyes light up as you sit up and you now have the woman on your lap.

“Really?!?!” you ask, shocked.

“Mhm. Go big or go home right?”

“Wow! Where did my sweet Julieta go?” you ask “You’re such a rebel.”

The woman only scoffs and smirks as she pours a glass of the drink for the both of you. It took a whole 2 hours of talking about people in town, to responsibilities, to the future, to finish half of the 25 ounce bottle. By the end of this, the both of you were totally buzzed, sharing one last sloppy kiss before you laid back down on the table. Julieta joined you, finding a comfortable spot on your chest and “resting” her head there. Her organized hair was now messy and her stray hair tickled your chin as she slipped her hand in yours and interlocked fingers with you. Her head felt like a soft, light cloud resting on your chest and her breathing became calmer and calmer by the minute.

Like you, her eyes were half open and your words became more scattered as well as your movements. Your eyelids began to feel heavy as the way you stroked her soft hand slowed down, your bodies starting to shut down for the night. You two had matching red faces and hickeys all over your necks, leaving those worries for your future selves. As the night crept up on you both you had one last conversation until the night melted all of your worries away.

“Juli?” you asked.

“…Yes Y/N?” the woman says, barely mustering a response.

“You think it’s okay that we did all this?”

“Did… what?” she shakes her head, trying her best not to fall asleep right there.

“You know” you start “Do a whole drinking game and almost have sex in your kitchen?”

She shrugs “Whatever. I’m too drunk right now to worry anyway.”

“Honestly… you’re right…” you tell her as you bring her hand to your lips and softly kiss her knuckles that were battered from years of work. Their roughness gave you a sense of how much she really needed to do this. To just let loose.

“Was this….what…. one shot really did to us?” the woman asks, her eyes now closed as she buried her face into your neck.

“Yeah…” you respond “Maybe we shouldn’t drink for a while.”

“Yeah… until next time” she says.

“Yeah…. until next time” you repeat.

“Juli?” you say again.

“Yes Y/N?”

“Do you remember who won the alcohol game we played earlier?”

“Mmmm no one… we both lost.”

“Oh okay..” you respond.

“Juli?” you ask for the last time.

“Yes Y/N? What is it now?” the poor woman was practically asleep at this point.

“I love you” you say.

“I love you more mi vida” Julieta says, concluding her statement by giving you a small kiss on your jaw.

When she knew you had no further questions, the worn out woman allowed herself to drift away into dreamland. Soon after, you heard the soft snores of your love on your chest as her breathing synchronized with yours. She was your ultimate treasure, a shining diamond in a sea of rocks. Her long eyelashes tickled her rosy cheeks as she slept with a content smile on her face. The way she was curled against you was the sweetest sight you could ever imagine. Sensing that the room was a little cold, you grabbed her apron and covered her with it, tucking it under her neck and making sure it covered her body. Although you were the almost naked one here, you felt warm because of her. The sight of her alone made you feel all fuzzy inside. You tucked her hair behind her ear once more before you closed your eyes and smiled at the thought of what another day with Julieta Madrigal might bring.

Her family was going to wake up to something interesting tomorrow morning, and god did you two have a lot of explaining to do. From the “one shot” game to the hangovers, were you guys even gonna remember anything?

‘Only one way to find out. And that was to wait until tomorrow’ you thought, finally allowing yourself to doze off, only to dream of the amazing woman that had made reality better then your dreams could ever be.

[julietas-basil]

A LITTLE DOODLE 🥺

[natsbaby]

Until I Found You

Pairing: Julieta Madrigal x Reader

Summary: you thought you were too broken to ever fall in love after a fall out with your previous boyfriend, until you found her

Warning: fight scene between the reader and her ex boyfriend, probably butchered Spanish curse words, implied domestic abuse (only physical!)

A/N: welp! Here’s my attempt to try a new character as I try to figure out a part for my Royal!Natasha Romanoff story HAHAHA

In this story, only Pepa’s the married one but they don’t have kids yet while Julieta’s single since i didn’t wanna kill of or divorce her and Agustin 🥲 so they’re around their middle to almost late 20s here while the reader’s in their early 20s! This is my first attempt to writing a juli x reader story so hopefully you guys like this one!!

When you were younger, you always imagined having a life where you’d meet some guy within the Encanto who’d love and treasure you. Then after the woo-ing stage, you’d both fall madly in love then he’d marry you and have two kids, maybe even three where they’d be the bestest of friends and just live happily ever after. You genuinely thought everyone was going to have that kind of lifestyle, as if it was a blueprint that everyone has to go through. Sadly though, life isn’t as fair as you thought when you met him.

It felt like yesterday when you saw Miguel, your once beloved, for the first time across the town square as he builds wooden furniture for the Encanto. It was love at first sight as cheesy as it sounds, he even almost hammered this thumb instead of the nail at how out-of-it he was when he first saw you. He would accompany you to the town square to buy new books to add into your collection, and dance the night away with you during the Madrigal’s famous parties they’d throw from time to time at the Casita. The bond you two formed had grown so strong and beautiful that you were engaged after a few months of dating, and everyone in the town were rooting for the both of you. Until one day, some people started to notice your change.

“Y/N? Sweetheart you okay?” Señorita Guzman asks worriedly as she sees you jump in shock from the sudden attention of the older woman. You turn around to meet her worried eyes, smiling softly as you rub the back of your neck shyly at being caught.

“Hola, Señora my apologies” you shyly say as you hold onto the book you were reading. You’re currently in a darling little bookshop she opened a few months prior and you’ve been going to it ever since. “I did have intentions of buying it, just wanted to see the first page-“

“Mija please it’s alrigh-“ she cuts you off with a chuckle as she places her hand on your shoulder in a comforting way, but looks at you worriedly–albeit strangely as well, as you flinch a little. “Y/N? Are y-“

“My apologies, Señora” you cut her off as you reach into your pocket to grab your wallet, pulling out a few bills and handing it to her. “This should cover the book, muchas gracias!”

You leave before she could say anything, your heart hammering against your chest as you try to calm down. She didn’t find out, which is the best outcome from that exchange so you shouldn’t be worried from her ever finding out.. right?

You genuinely thought that way for a while, you tried to hide and cover up the fights you and Miguel have been having the moment you started living with him. He was a gentle and sweet lover, but changed when you started out as newly weds. He thought it would be a good idea to give have you live with him so you wouldn’t have to worry about buying a new home, save on expenses and such was his explanation. You thought yea why not? But apparently you were completely wrong as it was became hell really quick because of the abuse that started to occur on a daily basis.

It started out as small as shouting whenever you’d forget to buy his beer or misplacing his sombrero where you’d jump from the tone of his voice, before escalating to slamming his hand or fist onto the table or wall when he gets frustrated from work or from your short comings. You knew better, of course. You knew somewhere in your mind, the more rational side of your brain, that you should have run away as far as you could and away from the man. Sadly, you’re the kind of person who’d think with your heart so as a result, you ended up staying.

“Y/N! Tu hijo de puta (you son of a bitch), where did you put my hammer?” You hear him yell out from his workshop, tensing up the moment you hear the slamming of the shed door and his heavy boots walking up to the back of the house which leads to the kitchen.

You were cooking up some lunch for the both of you before he went to the shed to work on some furniture for a family before he started to yell. You were about to make a run for it honestly. Though sadly you were too late the moment his big and strong hands, the same hands you initially fell in love watching craft beautiful chairs with, grab onto your already bruised arm to turn you around to meet his eyes filled with burning rage. You knew in this moment how screwed you are, regardless how innocent you are.

“So? Where is it?” He asks with a raise of an eyebrow as you struggle to speak up from fear. “Come on, answer me!”

“I-I have n-n-no idea what you’re ta-talking about” you wince at how badly you’re stuttering, but whimper in pain as he starts to grip harder onto the bruise on your arm. “Miguel that really hurts! Please let go!”

“I really need my hammer sweetheart so I could have a livelihood, we gotta keep up with our expenses you know” he says, blatantly ignoring you as he sighs in frustration. “Come on, use your estúpido (stupid) little brain”

“Miguel I really-“ you gasp out in agonizing pain as he grips farther, his years of woodwork really shining through as the pain jolts through your entire being.

He let go, shoving your arm away from him but the sheer force of his throw caused you to fall down to the ground as you wince in pain from the fall. He started to go on and on about how stupid it is that his life went to shit the moment you moved in with him, how his stuff started to get misplaced because of it and how its making his life so hard. It all happened while you sat there, silently crying and praying that this would all end

You knew you should have left the moment the red flags started to wave but you were in love, thought that maybe its just a rough patch and he’d be back to his normal and loving self again. Sadly, it never happened and you only managed to escape his wrath when a neighbor of yours came forward to Abuela Alma. She heard what was happening after a rather nasty fall out and told the town elder everything.

After telling her what she heard, and how she would have mentioned something earlier but couldn’t because she was worried about being involved and the possibility of it being a normal lovers quarrel. The older woman basically marched down to your shared home with her children who confronted the man and threatened him to leave or else he’d suffer great consequences. He was banished from the Encanto and you finally escaped his wrath, free from the abuse and all.

The Madrigals were your heroes, but what really struck you was the oldest triplet who’d heal your physical and unexpectedly emotional wounds in the process. With everything that happened, they offered you a room to stay for the mean time as you had to sell your place for the marriage. Knowing you really didn’t have a choice or else you’d be homeless, you took the offer and have been staying with them ever since.

It’s been a few months since your half a year relationship with Miguel and you’re slowly healing. You started to become your old self again, which is great because things started to finally fall into place for you and the healer. It started off really sweet actually because she’d let you accompany her at the stall in town square, you acted as her nurse as she healed the people in line. You’d read her your books sometimes whenever she’s busy cooking up a storm in the kitchen, the both of you developed a tight bond because of it. As time pass, you got to truly get to know the woman as Julieta and not the town’s healer.

You’re currently reading your book while sitting on the grass, your back against the tree that gives you a shade during the summer heat. You found this secluded little spot a few weeks ago while you were playing with the kids of the town and you just decided to make it your spot for the time being if you wanted some peace and quiet from the Casita.

Though you do love staying with the Madrigal family –they’re the nicest people you’ve ever met– but you’ve been secretly saving up in case you’ve overstayed your welcome. If you told your past self of your predicament, you’d have moved out by the 2 months mark and restart your life, maybe even leave the Encanto as a whole. But unexpectedly, there’s this invisible pull that’s making you stay where you are, it almost feels like its just right for you to stay with them, with Julieta.

Now you may be wondering, you and Julieta? Well you never asked for it. You knew deep in your heart, you have feelings for the woman but you were scared of the idea of letting your heart run free once again as it didn’t end well the last time. You were honestly lost with what you’re feeling with Julieta, is this love or deep rooted friendship? Whenever you two would hang out and your hands would accidentally touch, is that sparks or the nerves? You truly don’t know what’s going on with you, you never felt this way before and you couldn’t help but feel like you’re navigating your feelings blindly, as if you’ve been succumb to darkness of trauma and fears.

You sigh in defeat as you realized you’ve been reading the same sentence over and over again as your mind runs free once more. Giving up, you place the book down to your lap as you lean your head back against the wood bark, enjoying the cool summer breeze while you let your mind wander. What you didn’t expect was for the woman who plagues your thoughts to materialize nearby.

Julieta knew of the existence of your spot as she spotted you here once before since it’s hers also ever since as a child. She just never mentioned anything as she knew you needed it more than she could. She knew the moment you both met after saving you from Miguel that there was an invisible pull between the both of you. You trusted her first before the other Madrigals, hell even Alma thought that it was best for Julieta to stick by you in case something goes wrong and the others aren’t around. It caused the both of you to hang out either to help Julieta make her daily healing food needs or simply stay in each other’s presence while she cooks and you read your books. She remembered the one time it was one of those days where she was cooking and you were reading that made her realize she was in trouble.

You’re 100000% totally engrossed into your book, like an earthquake couldn’t get your attention at this point and Julieta thought it was the funniest thing ever. She only noticed this when she dropped her rolling pin onto the floor causing a loud bang that made her and even the Casita jump, but you’re just sitting there with the biggest doe eyes she’s seen you in.

She chuckles softly as she picks up the rolling pin, gently placing it on the counter as she mutters a soft apology to the house, placing elbow onto the counter as she rests her chin onto the palm of her hand so she could watch you and see if she could gain your attention. It was the first time she ever paused and truly look at you from the month or so since they saved you, and boy did she wish she either did this sooner or not at all.

You’re absolutely gorgeous, you could have gotten anyone in the Encanto yet you fell for the sad excuse of a man. You’re currently wearing your normal gray dress thats just below your knees, and ankle-height heeled boots that seems to make your legs look longer than it already has. You normally wear black stockings to match but today you decided to forgo it– probably because you wrecked your favorite ones and in need to buy more– and she couldn’t help but trail her eyes up and down your silky smooth legs. What truly got her attention however was your glasses. Now Julieta’s not normally a simp but she’d kill to see you wear your reading glasses as a normal pair of glasses. Your black-round frames accentuates your already natural beauty, making you look so sweet and innocent with the doe eyes you’re holding while reading your newest romance book.

Unconsciously, Julieta sighs dreamily as a smile graces her features. A strand of hair falls onto your face, you absentmindedly tuck it behind your ear without missing a beat and Julieta’s heart just stops in that moment. While she had her fair share of suitors lining up by her door, it was not as much as Pepa who’s truly the one with the largest line–something you’d tease her with by saying she’s the biggest playboy in the Encanto– but she never felt this way before, especially considering you’re a girl.

Now don’t get her wrong, Julieta has had a fling or two with a girl since she wanted to experiment with the idea but it never went as far as a peck on the lips. Her priority had always been to the Encanto, just like her siblings, but there are days where she’d wish to be in a relationship. She’d always watch other girls being really happy with their boyfriends, hell even Pepa and Felix made her really jealous of their relationship at some point at how they’re made for each other. Yet here she is, ogling over a woman she never thought she’d have feelings for.

Before Julieta could do anything else, you suddenly placed your book down with a dreamy sigh making the older woman jump and quickly kneed away at the ball of dough she abandoned moments prior. She clears her throat slightly before speaking up. “Done with your book?”

“Yea” you say happily as you place both of your elbows on top of the book with your chin resting at the palm of your hands. “It’s really good, you can borrow it if you want!”

She chuckles softly at the enthusiasm, ignoring how her heart just skipped a beat when she caught the childish grin you’re currently holding onto. “Maybe one day, you know how busy I get, but when I get the time”

“Really??” You grin happily at the idea, giggling as you already start making a list of books to let Julieta read. While you go on and on about how she should read this certain book because it reminds you of her love for cooking or how that book made you think that she’d really like the premise of it, Julieta’s just watching you with a fond smile before jumping at Casita’s moving tiles as the magical house gained the attention of the magical healer before her arepas started to burn. She knew in that moment that maybe what she’s feeling was something more than friendship, and a sudden weight of dread covers her entire being as she thinks how absolutely screwed she is.

She smiles softly at the memory as she decides its time to get your attention. She walks up to you, sitting down besides you as you watch her do so. “Hello Y/N”

“Juli” you says softly as you adjust yourself to sit upright. “Done for today?”

“Not so much people today thankfully, so I decided to pass by here before heading home” she says as she watches the ducks in the pond nearby swimming away. “Didn’t know you found this place”

“Yea I just saw it by chance because my hat flew over the bushes. Decided to go take a look and saw this place” you say as you recall the memory, chuckling softly at how amazed you were to see the existence of this small garden basically just hiding away. “It’s absolutely gorgeous, you know”

Julieta hums in agreement as the both of you watch the mother duck bathes her ducklings in the pond who are happily swimming away. The both of you fall into a calm and peaceful silence, just enjoying each other’s company without saying a word. It was honestly the most calm you’ve felt since dating Miguel, the racing thoughts in your mind coming to a stop as you just enjoy the moment.

You couldn’t help but yawn, raising your arms to stretch before resting your head onto Julieta’s shoulder as she gently takes your hand in hers as she rubs the pad of her thumb against your knuckles.

“Take a nap” she says softly as she briefly looks at you. “I’ll be here, we have time”

“You sure?” You mumble sleepily as you start to drift off causing the older woman to chuckle softly.

“I’m sure, now rest” she mumbles as she leans forward to gently take off the sunhat you have on, placing it on her lap and tucks a stray piece of hair that fell over your eyes behind your ear as you doze off.

Now Julieta never labels herself as a creep, but she honestly felt it the moment she realized she started to stare at your sleeping face all lovey-dovey. She sighs softly as she rests her head onto the top of your head, allowing to indulge herself in the moment. She’d try to move on from you one day, but for now though she’ll enjoy this experience as the closest she could get to being “yours”.

“Pepa, stop it” you narrow your eyes at the cheeky redhead as you accompany her to her chores this morning.

Of all the Madrigal triplets, you became really close with Pepa and see her as your best friend. The cheeky redhead knew since day 1 of your crush for her sister but knew any better to mention it until you were ready, which was right now.

“Come on Y/N! You’re finally admitting your feelings for Juli, isn’t it great? You’re finally moving on from you know who!” She says as she walks to the farms with you so she could check if there’s anything needed for a bit. You chuckle softly at her enthusiasm as you shrug in response.

“I still don’t know honestly, feels too early for me” you admit as you finally reach the fields where Pepa sits down on the grass where you sit directly in front of her. Luckily for the both of you, it seems like the farmers are doing alright with their crops so you wouldn’t be needed for the time being.

“There’s no general time frame on moving on you know” Pepa points out with a shrugs as she picks up some daisies to make into a flower crown. “Besides, you like my sister right?”

Your eyes widen at that observation as your jaw drops, which answers the redhead’s suspicions from the start. “P-Pepa!”

“So you admit it?” She asks you with a slight raise of an eyebrow and a quirk at the end of her lips in amusement. “It’s okay, honestly you two are so obvious”

“She’s just being friendly” you start as you stare off at the distance and watch some kids, 2 girls and a boy, playing together. “Just like the rest of the family”

“You know it’s different” Pepa follows your gaze, watching the three kids well as they play. The two girls are acting really sweet together while the boy’s just having the time of his life playing with his best friends. You smile softly at the sight in front of you, especially with how one of the girls removes her shawl to place at the ground so the other girl’s shoes doesn’t get dirty.

After a few moments of silence, Pepa finally breaks it by finishing up her daisy flower crown with a soft smile. “There’s a party being thrown this weekend, Mamá plans to introduce Juli to the Rojas’ son”

You quickly look at Pepa as she reveals the new source of information.

It’s not a surprise that the triplets are being introduced to suitors whenever there’s a party being hosted at the Casita, but you didn’t expect for it to be Agustin Rojas of all people. You knew of the man of course, he was your neighbor before marring Miguel. You two would talk from time to time so you knew he actually has a crush on the eldest triplet but never truly acted on it. While you’re proud of him for finally getting his shit together, you’d wish it’s not when you’re slowly realizing your feelings for the same person.

“I won’t tell you what to so” Pepa starts as she scoots closer to you, replacing your sun hat with the flower crown she just made and smiles. “I just wanted to tell you so you know whether or not to make a move but follow your heart, okay? No one deserved what happened but what you do deserve is genuine love”

The weekend of the party finally comes and chaotic doesn’t even begin to describe what’s going on at the Casita. Everyone in the family and some others are helping setting everything up and with the Madrigal’s reputation with parties, you know this will be a really good one.. okay maybe except for the fact that Julieta’s being introduced to Agustin.

You sigh in defeat as you walk to Bruno’s room as you were tasked to help Bruno out with some decorations. He told you to meet him at his room instead of his other room within the walls of the magical home, which is a shock since he prefers that area than his actual room. Upon arriving, you raised your fist to knock but the door wings open to reveal the youngest triplet.

“Y/N/N! Perfect timing!” He says as he pulls you in the room causing you to squeak out in shock while he closes the door behind you.

“Bruno! Don’t scare me like that!” You scold the man as you walk further into the room. “Where’s the decorations?”

“In my other room” he nonchalantly says as he leads you to a secret shortcut that would lead to the sand cave.

“Then why are we here? Gonna kidnap me never to be seen again?” You tease as he laughs at your joke, but follow him regardless.

“If I did want that, I would have done that sooner” he starts as he chuckles, opening a door for you to walk in. “But no the reason I called you here is because Pepa asked me to give you a vision”

“A vision?” You ask him as you walk in to see the sand cave. Your eyes widen in shock as you slowly turn to face the man as he proceeds to get ready for the ritual. “Oh Brunito you don’t have t-“

“Y/N/N” he starts as he stops what he was doing so he could look up at you, motioning for you to sit across him on the sand. You could never say no to the youngest triplet so you sigh and follow his motions. “You have to trust me on this one. While yes Peps asked me to do so, I’ve been wanting to do it too”

“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask to which he just gives you a smile and a shrug in response.

“I think I want another sister who deserves a good life with the person they love, that’s all”

The party finally starts and boy was it truly the party of the century. Everyone’s having the time of their life with all the free-flowing drinks and the delicious food Julieta prepared for the party. The music playing by the local band filling the Casita with the perfect dancing ambiance that could make the whole town dance the night away. From afar you could see Julieta refilling the food and drinks station with the help of Bruno while Pepa and Felix are just dancing it out at the dance floor.

You decided to dress up a bit considering the occasion so you’re currently wearing a blue sun dress with a sweetheart neckline and a strap that’s tied at the back of your neck. The dress’ sits just barely by your knees and you’re wearing a nice pair of block heels, perfect for dancing the night away if you wished. Your hair curled and pinned up and makeup done lightly but still accentuates your natural beauty. Before you could make it further into the magical house, Pepa squeals from afar as she quickly runs to you causing the youngest of the siblings to look at you with his jaw dropped to the floor.

“You look amazing!!” Pepa says with a wide grin as she twirls you around causing you to giggle at the motion. “I knew that dress would look amazing on you!”

“Thank you Peps” you chuckle as you give her a little bow that caused the both of you to smile happily at each other. Pepa bought the dress for you and left it on top of your bed with a note saying to wear it for the party tonight and honestly, you’re not regretting it so far. “Have you seen Bruno?”

“Wow Y/N” he says as he walks up to you. “You look amazing”

“Why thank you” you chuckle softly and smile at him. “You look amazing as usual

He rolls his eyes fondly as he poses for you. “Why this is my finest ruana after all, gotta dress for the occasion right?”

The three of you laugh at the teasing, enjoying the company of one another. Suddenly, Pepa leans in closer to the three of you with a mischievous look. “Don’t look now but you have everyone’s attention Y/N/N, all their eyes are on the town’s bookworm”

Lo and behold, the second triplet is a right because almost all of the bachelors are looking at you with their full attention causing you to suddenly becoming shy at the stares. You blush furiously as you clear your throat as the other two chuckles. “This is embarrassing”

“Don’t be” Bruno says with a smile. “You’re gorgeous, and you should look for Juli because Mamá pulled her away just moments before you came”

As if right on cue, the three of you hear a change in song to something a little slower where Agustin takes Julieta’s hand and lead her onto the dance floor. Now while yes you have finally admitted your feelings for the older woman, you would never admit that you’re the jealous kind.

While the 2 out of the 3 siblings hypes you up, you take a silent deep breath as you walk up to Julieta and Agustin. As you reach them, Agustin has told Julieta a joke that made her laugh and smile at the younger man. You internally wince a little at that, praying to whichever God is watching to be on your side tonight or this would 10000% ruin your friendship without a problem.

You clear your throat as you gently tap Agustin’s free shoulder, causing the two to look over at you as you look back with a smile. “Hi sorry to interrupt but, May I?”

Before Agustin could say no, Julieta pulls back from the man and gives him a smile. “We can dance later Gus, I have something to talk to Y/N about anyway”

He sighs softly as he nods, letting the two of you have some alone time. You smile gratefully at Julieta as you offer your hand. “Thank you, I didn’t want to wait any longer”

“It’s alright” Julieta starts as she takes your hand, placing her other hand on your shoulder as you place your other hand on her waist. The music changes to the instrumentals to ‘Until I Found You’ by Stephen Sanchez, which was the song you asked the band to play before you walked up to the preciously dancing pair. “What did you wanna talk about?”

You start to sway the both of you to the beat of the music as you channel all the internal courage you could muster up. “About us, actually”

That gained the complete attention of the older healer, who looks at you curiously. “Oh really?”

You nod in response as you give her a soft smile. “Yea, you’ve been really good to me these past few months, actually your entire family. I wanted to say thank you”

Her heart warms up a little at the confession as she gives you a kind smile. Well honestly speaking, she believed her heart skipping a beat was not because of the confession but at how amazing you are at the waltz because it’s actively making her swoon for you. “Oh Y/N/N-“

“But that’s not all” you start as you take a deep breath, twirling her a little and gently pulling her back to you causing her hand to fall onto your chest as you continue to waltz.

“I know that you know about my past relationship, how it broke me down into someone who truly believed they couldn’t have anything good romantically in their life. I remember being really lost, not knowing what to do when Miguel was forced to leave because all I knew about love was him but you came into the picture” you admit softly as the song in the background reaches its climax, to which the band starts to sing the chorus.

“Your presence became the light at the end of the tunnel for me and while I’m still not sure how it would go, I’d like to let you know that I really like you Juli. I never thought I’d be capable in falling in love, until I met you” this made Julieta’s heart burst with happiness as tears start to well up in her eyes, a smile quickly forming on her lips.

“You really thought so?” She asks as you nod in response with a smile.

“Yea, your siblings gave me the push I needed to confess to you and while I’m still not sure you feel the same way, I just thought-“ before you could finish your spiel, Julieta cuts you off by leaning in and pressing her lips against yours causing fireworks to set off for the both of you.

You melt into the kiss, kissing her back as you gently cup her cheek while affectionately caressing her cheek with the pad of your thumb. When air finally becomes a problem, you pull back and happy grins form on both of your faces.

“I want to give us a shot, I never thought I’d fall for someone as much as I do for you” Julieta confesses quietly as she rests her head on your shoulder as you wrap your arms around her waist, continuing the swaying to the beat of the music.

“Yea, let’s give it a shot”

BONUS SCENE!

A wave of peace flows between the both of you before Julieta pulls back a bit to look at you with an amused look. “What?”

“What made you decide to confess?” She asks curiously causing you to blush furiously. “Oh my gosh did my siblings put you up to this?”

“Pepa kept bugging me about it, told me about you and Agustin and Bruno gave me a vision which ended to us dancing a few hours ago so I decided to give it a shot” you mumble bashfully as you look anywhere but her as she smirks at your shyness.

“So peer pressure made you decide to confess? Even though I was dropping hints left and right?” She teases you causing you to gasp at the sudden cheekiness of your newest love interest, blushing even more as she chuckles. “It’s alright, we can thank them later”

“I think they know already” you say as you point at the two siblings who are basically bullying the hell out of each other, hitting and shaking each other violently that would make any outsider worry. Luckily for you, you’re not an outsider so you know this is a daily occurrence for the siblings.

Julieta sighs in defeat as she pulls back, albeit reluctantly, from your arms. “oh Dios mío voy a morir temprano por ellos (oh my god i'm gonna die early because of them)”

You chuckle at the poor healer as you gently give her a soft peck on the cheek as she look at you in shock, but her blushing says otherwise. “You’re still gonna love them regardless because I think they saw what happened and are very happy for us, I could tell based on how Pepa’s very close at flipping the table in front of her”

[sesamestreet47]

That’s my girl

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & he/him for Camilo

blurb, fluff, very fluffy, very short

word count: 699

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

“Camilo, stand straight,”

“Ay,” Camilo groaned, but did as told. “I’m standing straight.”

“Five years. For five years I’ve been telling you this,” Y/N said, putting up five fingers. He looked at her palm, nodding.

She didn’t know what to expect, but what he did next was not it. Camilo placed his own palm against hers and interlocked their fingers. Bringing their joined hands higher, he placed a tender kiss on the back of her palm. She bit the inside of her cheek at this action. If there was one thing to always expect from Camilo, it was him being unexpectedly cute.

“Dork,” she muttered, untangling her fingers from his grasp.

She placed her elbow back on her knee and rested her chin on her palm. Staring ahead, she tapped her fingers against her cheeks. 

Camilo stood beside her, not feeling like joining his girlfriend on the stone wall. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she responded, but her eyes remained on the setting sun. Like she wasn’t exactly listening. Camilo’s eyebrows scrunched. Turning his whole body towards her, he took a step forward. Now vis-a-vis and blocking the view, Y/N had to look up at him. 

“Mi vida, you’re spacing out,” he deadpanned.

“I’m just taking in the view,”

“This isn’t the first time,” 

Y/N straightened. Her hands fell down onto her lap, her torso was now perpendicular to the ground. That way, they could see eye to eye. But did they?

“I’m fine, Camilo,” she said.

“I hope so,” he sighed. “Because if you weren’t that would mean you’re not telling me something I should know.”

She tensed at the seriousness that overcame both his features and voice. This was the less common side of Camilo Madrigal. The one he reserved for scolding his loved ones for not taking care of themselves. Serious Camilo was someone she got to meet a lot these past few months, actually.

Instead of responding, she reached down and gently took his wrist. Sliding her hand into his own, she brought it up. She placed it on her lap. With a sigh and a nod, she started playing with his palm, his fingers. Caressing his smooth skin, delicately touching his rough from all the work fingertips. She couldn’t help but notice how quickly the tension left him and soon his hand went limp. Free for her to play with.

“You care a lot,” she said quietly. “But you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I’m happy actually.”

By closing his fingers on her own, he stopped her little game. “You are?”

“Very.” she smiled. 

“Mhm,” he hummed, stepping closer and moving to hold her other hand. “Why? What’s causing you to be so happy?”

A soft laugh escaped Y/N’s throat. “I know you know. You just want to hear me say it.”

“Maybe.” he let go of her hands. His own made their way to her waist. His fingers rubbed up and down her sides, dancing across her skin. “Come on, say it.”

“Dios, it’s you.” she rolled her eyes. “There. Ego boosted enough?”

He shook his head, before staring deep into her eyes and placing his forehead against hers. “I’m gonna need a name. Who did you say makes you happy?”

She pressed her lips tightly as a smile spread across her face. “Camilo.” she responded after having a mental debate with herself about whether she should or not.

“Oh? Who’s that? There are a lot of Camilo’s in this world. You’re gonna have to be more specific-“

“Madrigal, jeez. It’s Camilo Madrigal,” she laughed, cutting him off.

“Camilo Madrigal? What about him?” he kissed her cheek.

“You’re insufferable, I can’t believe you,”

“That sounds like a you problem.” he kissed her other cheek. “What about him?” he repeated his question.

“Camilo Madrigal makes me happy,” she gave in.

He pulled away unconvinced. Raising his brow and pursing his lips, he stared at her. Y/N groaned.

“Camilo Madrigal makes me very happy, the happiest actually,”

“And?”

“And I love him very much,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him back to her. “I love him more than anything.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispered before kissing her deeply.

MASTERLIST

thank you for reading <3

this is an old draft of an old version of a request i’m still working on

jeez, writer’s block can be a bitch

[i-am-not-your-little-princess]

Agustín spends a relaxing morning with his youngest daughter 😍🥺😌

Agustín was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his socks on, when Julieta walked into the room, a gurgling Mirabel on her hip. Finished putting his socks on, Agustín stood from the bed, kissing Julieta on the cheek, and bopping little Mirabel's tiny nose.

"Ahhh, well isn't this a sight for sore eyes this morning! My lovely girls! Where are Isabela and Luisa?"

Julieta leaned into his touch, resting her head on his shoulder.

"They're in our bathroom. I still need to do their hair, but this one is being a fussy girl this morning, aren't you, bebita?"

Agustín took the baby from his esposa and tickled her tiny belly.

"Is that so? Are you giving your mamá trouble, hm?"

Mirabel gave him an adorably grumpy glare. Agustín stroked her chubby cheek with the back of his hand.

With two chubby baby hands, Mirabel grabbed three of his very large fingers and inserted them into her mouth, gnawing. Drool was running down her chin and his hand. At least she looked happier now.

It finally clicked.

The drool. The gnawing. The grumpiness.

His little bebé was teething.

"Ah, so that's why you're being little miss grumpy, isn't it? My little Miraboo's getting her milk teeth?" Agustín threw a hand over his heart dramatically. "Oh, no! This cannot be! Stop growing up so fast!"

Peppering feather soft kisses all over her tiny baby face, Agustín reveled in the sweet sound of his youngest hija's giggles. Pressing one last delicate kiss to her nose, he pulled back, watching in amusement as she followed his every move in complete and utter fascination.

Pulling herself up by his shirt, Mirabel grabbed his cheeks with her chubby hands, and leaned in, her lips pursed. Agustín thought she was going to mimic his nose-kisses.

He would soon be proven wrong.

Instead of a kiss on the nose, Mirabel opened her mouth, and took a huge bite, gnawing on his nose as if it were the world's best teething ring.

"Ahh, Miraboo, no, no, no! Papì's nose isn't a chew toy, you silly girl!"

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Mirabel found herself in Casita’s kitchen, squinting at a recipe for orange and cranberry cookies. It was a new recipe book from the next town over and everything Julieta had baked from it so far was, of course, utterly amazing.

Mirabel wasn’t much of a baker, but she wanted to give her mamá a break, okay? A nice surprise. One less thing to worry about in the morning.

It’s just, you know, Casita was always so dang busy and Mirabel wanted this to be a surprise…So she was baking in secret at midnight.

Well, no one ever said it was a well thought out plan.

🍪

Mirabel wants to make a nice surprise for Julieta, but no one can ever accuse Mirabel of planning ahead. At least Bruno's happy to help her out.

Or: Mirabel and Bruno make cookies for Julieta, and Mirabel loves her family very much

🍪

For @junosaccount​ for the secret Santa exchange! Happy holidays 🎄

[ginnyweatherby]

I was thinking about how after Casita fell, we got to see Julieta's fear when Mirabel disappeared, and her relief when she comes back, including their sweet hug... That being said, she's Agustín's kid too, and I wanted to see his reaction to his baby's reappearance. This is that scene.

Dedicated to @magicalmadrigals who keeps us so well fed with fluff, and I thought deserved some in return.

Word Count: 1400 and some change.

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Agustín couldn't remember the last time he had one of his daughters in his bed.  The older they became, the less they sought the comfort of their parents' room.

Isabela was always too fussy about her pillows, and Luisa needed her special double-length bed to even begin to be comfortable, so he supposed it was just a matter of growing up.

But now that the family was crammed into his small family home, Mirabel being in bed beside him was less about a little kid wanting their parents, and more out of necessity, since there wasn't another room.

Still… after the day they'd had, Agustín was more than thrilled to have her close by and in sight.

He glanced to his right, peering over the rims of his glasses to see Mirabel snuggled into the pillows, nose buried deeply in a book she'd found on his old shelf.

It was surreal, being in his childhood bedroom again.  It had been nearly twenty five years since he'd left it, and he never thought he'd return - much less with his entire family in tow.

Unfortunately, now that Casita was more a pile of rubble, rather than a house, they would have to make do.  For awhile, at least.

"I read that book a lot when I was your age,"  Agustín said offhandedly, picking at a small hole in the quilt.

"Yeah?"  Mirabel licked her finger and turned the page, clearly more interested in the words in front of her than holding a conversation.

Still, Agustín wanted to hear her voice.

"Mhm.  I'm almost surprised it's still in one piece, I read it so many times."

Mirabel didn't respond, her eyes flitting across the page in rapid fashion, she was devouring the novel in record time.

Agustín stared ahead, looking around the room.  Not much had changed since he was her age… the same books on the shelves, the same drawings tacked to the walls.  Had the wallpaper always been that ugly?

He didn't know where Julieta had wandered off to, but he was getting tired and hoped she'd be back soon so they could blow the candles out and go to sleep.

The day had been unbelievably long, spending every waking moment (and there were many of them - they'd barely slept a wink the night before) hunting high and low for Mirabel.

Now that she was found, safe and sound beside him, he knew he'd sleep like the dead and wouldn't wake even if a train crashed through the window.

He twiddled his thumbs, trying to find something to keep his mind occupied until his wife returned, and Mirabel finally tore her eyes away from the novel, lowering it into her lap.

"Are you alright, Papi?"

"Wonderful,"  he said.  "Why do you ask?"

"You're acting funny,"  Mirabel said.  "Very… fidgety."

"I'm always acting funny,"  he said, with a wink.  "Just ask your mother."

Mirabel chewed on the inside of her cheek, a horrible habit she'd had since she was a toddler.  She didn't look convinced.

"Why, are you okay?"

Mirabel closed the book and laid it on the nightstand opposite of where he sat.  "I'm sorry, Pa."

Well that wasn't what he'd expected to hear.

"Sorry?"

Before he knew what was happening, Mirabel threw herself into his arms, wrapping her own tightly around his neck.  "I'm so, so sorry."

"Mirabel, you didn't do anything wrong.  Nothing that happened was your fau-"

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Agustín let out a breathy laugh. "Well, that you did do."  He squeezed her, while she clamored into his lap.  "Scared me a lot, actually."

"I know,"  Mirabel nuzzled her face further into his shoulder.  "I didn't mean to, I promise… I was just so upset."

"Shh, I know,"  Agustín ran a gentle hand up and down her back.  He could hear a tightness in her voice, and he hated when his children cried.  There had been far too many tears shed in the last few days.

The last few weeks, really.  Even before Antonio's birthday, tensions had been high.

"It's alright, amor.  Everything is okay now."

Mirabel moved her head, although he wasn't sure if she was nodding, or using his shirt as a tissue.  He supposed it didn't matter.

They sat there for awhile, just clinging to each other, processing the emotions the last couple of days had brought forward.

He hadn't mentioned it to anyone - not even Julieta - but for a brief time, when they couldn't find Mirabel, he wondered if he'd ever get to hug her like this again.

It was a horrible thought, but one that made him press a hand to the back of her head as he snuggled her closer against his chest.

"You know,"  Agustín began slowly, continuing to rub her back as he spoke.  "Even though you scared the absolute hell out of me-"

He smiled when he heard Mirabel giggle at that.  He didn't curse often in front of the kids, but he knew it always amused them when he did.  "Even though you scared me, I'm still very, very proud of you."

Mirabel pulled back and looked at him through watery eyes, her glasses slightly foggy.  "Really?"

"Extremely."  He removed the glasses from her face and wiped them with his shirt, before placing them gently back on her nose.  "You stood up for yourself.  It was overdue, honestly."

Mirabel wiped her eye with a knuckle, leaning back on her knees.  "I don't like fighting with Abuela but…"

Agustín sighed.  "It was a long time coming.  I lost my temper with her too."

Mirabel stared at him.  "You're the most patient person I know!"

"Even the most patient people have their limits,"  Agustín pressed a kiss to her forehead, a sad smile on his face.  "I think we've all reached our limits this week."

Mirabel nodded.

"That being said, while I am extremely, extremely proud of you,"  Agustín leaned back against the pillows, Mirabel curling into his side like she had when she was much smaller.  "Please never scare me like that again.  My hair is gray enough, thank you very much."  He accentuated his point by running a hand through it, making it stick out on one side.

Mirabel snorted.  "Got it."

They quieted again, and for a time all that was heard was the sound of Mirabel's sisters snoring through the wall.

"It will all work out, I promise,"  Agustín said, a firm hand on her shoulder.  "It'll take time, but everything will settle down eventually.  We'll rebuild the house, finally get you your own room-"

"Ooh, can I pick the color?"  Mirabel perked up at the thought, a brightness to her eyes that had been lacking lately.

Agustín chuckled.  "Any color of the rainbow, amor."  He placed a kiss on the top of her head.  "But I'm serious.  Soon enough, no one will even remember any of this."

Mirabel laughed.  "I have a hard time believing that… but I will say, it'll be nice not to have to listen to Isa and Lu snore all night."

"I'll have you know, you snore too."  Agustín brushed his nose against his daughter's, eliciting a small giggle.

Just then, the door pushed open to reveal Julieta, with a tray and three steaming mugs on it.

"What's so funny?"  She asked, sidling up to the bed and sitting on the edge.

"Papi says I snore,"  Mirabel said.

"He's right,"  Julieta agreed.  "But you get it from him."

Agustín threw his hand over his heart, aghast.  "I would never."

"Why do you think I drink so much coffee in the morning?"  Julieta teased, handing each of them a mug of warm tea.  "It's impossible to sleep with you in the room.  Now with both of you in my bed, it's going to be doubly impossible."

Mirabel laughed again, blowing on the cup.  She settled comfortably between them, nestled deeply in the pillows against the headboard.

They stayed up just long enough to finish their tea, chatting about what color Mirabel was going to paint her new bedroom.

(It seemed she was taking up his offer to paint it any color of the rainbow… and was choosing all of them.)

But it wasn't long before Agustín was blowing out the candle on his nightstand, looking over at his wife and daughter, both sound asleep beside him.

Yes, he thought as he pulled the blankets higher over their shoulders.  He might not have remembered the last time one of his children shared his bed, but he certainly wouldn't forget this one any time soon.

[brunofanfiction]

🐀 Autistic! Bruno Madrigal 🐀

Master list! (Pt.1)

🐀Unmask With Me

By @brightredsunset800

“Both Mirabel and Bruno learn to unmask; Bruno with his autism and Mirabel with learning how to love herself.” #toothrottingfluff #stimming

🐀 The One to Blame (Series)

- 11 fics exploring the familias reactions to Bruno’s disappearance and his autism.

“After Bruno's disappearance everybody in the Madrigal family blamed themselves.” #hurt/comfort #ableism #breakdowns

🐀 Bajo la arena sin poder salir

By @brittlebutch

“Bruno can’t let them find out all the ways that he’s been hurt and hurting over the years. He can’t let them see how badly he’s still struggling. Bruno has been the guardian of terrible things ever since he was five years old, and these secrets are nothing new nor different.” #hurt/comfort #angst #healing

🐀 Quiet and Comfort

By @pasta-stuffed-possums

“Dolores slips away from a party to her room, overwhelmed by the volume and needing the soundproofed room to calm down. She isn't the only one who gets particularly overwhelmed at social events.” #fluff #stimming

TW: SH (hair pulling)

🐀 Cuñado

By @special-consultant-ortega

“How a brother-in-law becomes a friend.

Series of vignettes, set shortly after Agustín's marriage to Julieta.” #hurt/comfort #familybonding

Chapters have TWs

🐀 Memories

By @im-just-a-br0adway-baby

“After the triplets' fifty-first birthday party, the Madrigals end the night by looking at old photo albums.” #fluff #somecrying

[mmollymercury]

For an art prompt, what about Bruno holding little Mirabel, or putting her on his shoulders?

I love me some soft family moments 😭😭💖💖

Yeah, I kinda expanded on this ask quite a bit👹👹 I couldn't resist tho-

[aurelia11fan]

Want some Julieta x Agustín Mother’s Day fluff? Then have some fluff! My first time writing for these two. OBSESSED with them

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Julieta was humming to herself while getting her favorite pot out from the cupboard, when she felt herself get grabbed into an embrace from behind. A wet kiss landed in her neck.

“Hola, mi amor,” Agustín said in a low drawl. Julieta smiled and hugged his arms that were around her waist. “To what do I owe this early morning wake up ?” Then she turned and saw her husband. With an exasperated sigh, her usual Ay, Agustín fell from her lips.

Her husband was a disaster. He was not only bee stung, but had brambles and burrs on his suit vest as well as dirt and a welt above his eye and three buttons missing from his shirt. Julieta rolled her eyes and leaned away from him in an exaggerated fashion, reaching for the leftover arepas from the previous night.

“What happened to you?” Julieta threw her hands up in exasperation. “It’s far too early for this!”

“But I had to get you these.” Agustín held out a bouquet that he had picked on his early morning adventure turned disaster. The one that had earned him the welts. His wife sighed and pushed the arepa morsel into his mouth. Well, that explained it then. He hasn’t wanted to bother Isabella and instead almost killed himself in the process of collecting his own bouquet from the bee-heavy flower fields. And judging by his expression, he was so pleased with himself too.

Julieta set out a vase and smiled as Agustín’s face and arms returned to normal. She took the gift and set them in water, admiring the flowers. Agustín not only knew how to put an outfit together, but he was wonderful at arranging flowers and music as well. How such a clumsy nature could exist in such an elegant man…

“They’re beautiful, loverboy.” She blew an air kiss at him and put both her hands on his face, bringing his nose to her. “Always surprising me. Thank you.”

“Anything for mi vida” Agustín kissed her cheek gently. “Especially today.”

“Now I need to start breakfast.” Julieta’s voice was no nonsense as she tied her apron. “So that means out.”

“I am pretty hungry,” Agustín said, burying his face in her neck again. He rained kisses on her so quickly that Julieta could barely move her head away.

“Agustín!”

“Si?”

“I’m serious.” Julieta struggled to keep a straight face as she laughed. “I need to start if we’re going to eat on time.” She took a spoon and swatted at him. Agustín caught it and lightly smacked her on her backside, making her yelp.

“Let Félix do it.”

“Agustín …hey!” Agustín kissed Julieta’s neck again and she playfully smacked his arm. “Alright. Get out of my kitchen. And stop volunteering your brother in law.”

“It’s Mother’s Day, mi corazon. You shouldn’t be cooking anyway. We can do it.”

“We?”

“Félix, Bruno, and I”

“Over my dead body. You and Bruno are banned from this kitchen after the fiasco from Dolores’ birthday.”

“Well, uh, Félix then.”

Agustín inwardly cringed as he remembered the disaster that unfolded among himself, Bruno, and Dolores’ birthday cake and had no desire to have that fight with Julieta a second time. He had barely survived the first one. “And you can finally take a break. I’ll make us coffee. That I can manage.” His hands lowered to her hips and he lifted her onto the counter, widening his eyes in a pleading expression. Julieta rolled her eyes and smiled, playing with the cuff links on his shirt sleeves.

“You’re impossible. Fine.” Agustín did make an excellent cafe con lèche.

They stared at each other for a few minutes. In the playful tussle between them, some of Julieta’s hair has escaped her bun and hung down framing her face beautifully. Her eyes shined at her husband and she felt herself relax at the idea of a surprise morning off. Slowly Julieta wrapped her legs around Agustín’s waist, pulling him close and looped her arms around his neck. They kissed. It was sweet and slow and overdue. They knew these rare moments alone came too infrequently. Agustín tilted his head to kiss her more deeply while reaching down. He touched the hem of Julieta’s skirt, slowly moving it up her leg and feeling her shiver into him….

“Ay…Agustín…”

“AH! Oh my God!!” Startled, the couple pulled apart and looked at their youngest daughter standing in the doorway. She held a beautiful and newly embroidered apron for her mother, wrapped skillfully in a bow but her expression was one of pure horror.

“He…hey Miraboo!” Agustín turned quickly and forced a paternal smile. He stumbled slightly as he went to greet Mirabel and Julieta cleared her throat, fixed her hair, and moved her skirt back down. “How’s my mari…”

“Gah! No! No, no, no!” Mirabel buried her face in the apron and scurried away from her father. “No touching, no eye contact, never again!” Then, she called out the door. “Don’t come in here!”

“Why?” Isabella stepped in, freshly grown bouquet in hand.

“What’s wrong?” Luisa echoed, following her oldest sister. She carried a card.

For a moment, the family glanced awkwardly at each other until Mirabel’s traumatized voice whimpered from where her face was buried in Julieta’s new apron.

“Pá was feeling up mamá.”

“Oh Dios, you poor thing!” Isabella put her arms around Mirabel and led her and a disgusted Luisa from the kitchen. “What is wrong with you two?!” She scowled at her baffled parents as she scolded. “We EAT in here! EW!!”

Julieta and Agustín stared wide-eyed at their three children hurrying away from the kitchen. Julieta was flushed with embarrassment and Agustín was trying his best not to laugh and failing.

Turning back towards his wife, he said “Well, uh…can’t be Mother’s Day without embarrassing your kids. Or, you know…having them embarrass you.”

“I suppose not.” Julieta moved off the counter and started putting her pot away. Her husband moved close to her again and she looked at him with a cocked eyebrow. He put his arm around her.

“Since we already defiled the kitchen…” He waggled his brow at her.

Julieta sighed, red cheeks still flaming, and rolled her eyes. “That’s it. Out.”

[suncakie]

—Empanada | Camilo x fem!reader

request. [Anon] Hii, I’m here for a request :3 Can you write a fluff one-shot Camilo x fem reader where Camilo present the reader to the whole family and theirs reactions? Bye have a nice day!!

Warnings. Ooc Madrigal family, Camilo is ooc(?), Agustin didn't get screen time, suggestive content(just camilo suggesting to call him papi), Fluff, cliché ending.

Notes. Hello Anon!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long I got kind of busy with tests but here it is! I hope you have a nice day too:DD!!

Camilo never found the time to introduce you to his family, Felix and Pepa's Anniversary celebration came around and it seems (un)luck settles with him.

"Mami, Papi, this is (name), my partner" Camilo your lover introduced as you waved awkwardly towards the two adults.

Today, encanto was celebrating an event which you had no clue what was it about, although looking at the matching colours of the theme and the outfit the couple in front of you were wearing, you assumed it was their anniversary.

According to Camilo, you haven't met anyone from your partners side, well except for Antonio who practically acted as your son during your relationship, Camilo was a little jealous at first because your attention would go to his little brother more if he was in the same room as him, but the more it happens the more he thinks your an amazing example of a wife.

The duo in front of you seemed to be enthusiastic and lovable. I guess you know know where Camilo gets those from.

"I hope my son treats you right" the redhead–Pepa which she introduced as–told you honestly as she took your palms in her hands, a small smile on her face.

Her husband, Felix, was by her side sincerely nodding along with an arm on her waist, it was a sweet relationship, like the both of yours, your just more...introverted.

"He does" you started and starred happily at the both of them, your lips twitching upward unconsciously "you have a great son Mrs. Madrigal"

Suddenly, a call of a pair of names alerted the duo of their need of appearance, giving the both of you a smile "no need for honorifics, call me Tia if you would like so"

"Call me papa too!" Felix butted in as Camilo playfully scoffed at this "pa! (Name) probably doesn't want to-"

"Thank you so much Tia and papa, happy anniversary too" you told the both of them, Camilo looking at you dumbfoundedly as the couple in front of looked at you proudly.

"The pleasure is all ours"

"That ended well" you told the curly head beside you, a smile plastered on your features, Camilo on the other hand playfully pouted at you.

Crossing his arms at you "it didn't! How am I gonna live with you calling my father 'papa'?!" You laughed at him, patting his shoulder apologisingly "don't worry, I'm not, let a man have their fun"

"You should call me papi" Camilo smirked at you, while you looked at him bored out of your mind "I would rather not"

Not long after the conversation, a voice interrupted the both of you, directing your attention towards the crowd

"(name)!" A familiar voice shouted from the distance, you grinned at it and kneeled down, readying yourself for a force of impact.

"Tonito'! Hello!" You greeted and hugged the boy, the curly head giggling back at you while you squeezed him tightly before carrying him on your arm.

"How is my buddy going?" You grinned at him while he answered your question with the things he had done with Mirabel, which you pressumed who you will meet next.

Speaking of the devil, a curly head emerged from the crowd, panicking as her hair seems to be dishevelled, however, she seemed to perked up at Antonio's voice not too far from where she is standing, directing her attention to you and the boy happily chatting in your arms.

"Antonio, there you are, I was looking for you" she sighed in relief and Antonio looked clueless but shrugged her statement off.

He pointed at you with a smile on his face "I'm with (name)! By the way, (name) this is Mirabel, Mirabel this is (name)" he introduced the both of you, if you're asking where Camilo might be he is sitting on the floor, bored that you have just been introducing yourself to his family the whole day.

It's his fault that you just met them today.

"Pleasure to meet you" you grinned and placed Antonio down, shaking hands with the female madrigal, she complied and shook hands with you.

"Your Camilo's partner right? You know you should have someone better" she whispered at you jokingly, Camilo whining just below the two of you as Mirabel giggled at him.

"Please, he's the only one available" you joked back, the boy below you shooting you an offended expression, exaggerating it with a hand on his hand.

The both of you laughed at his expression while you calmly told him that your joking, Antonio, who now wanted nothing to do in the conversation, tugged Mirabels hand and waved a goodbye to you, wanting to join into the dancing in the center.

"We should go get food" you muttered to Camilo while sticking your hand out to him, helping him up to stand, he happily obliged, finally happy to spend time with you rather than listening to introductions.

"I heard Tia made some Empanada's!" The boy beside you excitedly told you as he unconsciously held your hand, dragging you along the food stall.

"I never tasted Tia's Empanada's before" you replied, now looking for the tray that stored the Empanada's.

Camilo frowned when he couldn't look for the food he excitedly wanted to taste, unfortunately for the both of you, the food seems to be out of stock, which made the both of you eat arepas instead.

"Arepas taste better anyway" you tempted to enlighten the situation as you realized how bummed out your partner was when the Empanada's were out.

Camilo pouted at you, but lightheartedly chuckled at your attempt at making him smile, although it was a bummer the both of you weren't able to munch on the Empanada's.

"Huh? (name)? Didn't know you were here" A once again familiar voice spoke to you, well you assumed spoke to you as the two of you looked upwards.

Camilo grumbled and visibly pouted at how somebody disturbed your quality time together, not to mention how another introduction will happen right infront of him.

"Luisa! Hey, how are you?" You smiled and fist bumped the taller female infront of you, the curly haired boy frowning in confusion at the interaction.

"I'm doing great! I also followed your advice! It's really fun to see a dandelion grow" Luisa Charmed in, the both of your now engaging in a deep conversation of who knows what.

Camilo on the other hand looked stunned, since when did the two of you meet? And a dandelion? Advice? Dude, how long is this friendship been going? How come he wasn't aware about it?

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another voice pitching in the conversation.

"Isa! How are you doing today?" You greeted and hugged her back, Isabela smiling up at you, until her gaze landed on a lost child right beside you.

"Oh! This is my partner I was talking about" you introduced as Isabela frowned, Luisa congratulating the both of you of having a healthy relationship.

"You have horrible taste" Isabela calmly stated, although you couldn't identify who she was talking to as she faced the arepas in the counter.

"What-" "I'm not talking to you"

Camilo shut his mouth after he got cutted off, Ouch, what's up with Camilo Hate all of a sudden, You snickered at that while your lover shooted you a glare.

"Anyways, (name) you should teach me how to do flower crowns! I heard you know how to" Isabela excitedly told you, although you assumed she doesn't mean right now as people seems to be calling her.

"Sure, Whenever your free" you grinned while she happily nodded, before waving a goodbye, it was a short conversation but hey, it was an interaction.

Luisa on the other hand, was also needed for something, the piano you pressumed as she also waved a goodbye while running towards a direction to who knows what.

"I got fresh Empanada's" Julieta called out when she noticed the two of you near the food Bruno tagging along with a few rats with him, you grinned while Camilo's eyes sparkled with excitement, grabbing two Empanada's on the tray.

"Sorry I got it late, Agustin got chased by bees" she sighed at her husbands clumsiness, you waved her off, also grabbing an empanada on the tray.

"It's fine Tia, as long as Tio is okay" you smiled up at her.

"Aww sometimes I think your too nice for our Camilo"

Camilo could feel his heart shatter, I guess today really is hate on Camilo day, are you really out of his league? He thought he's the only one who thinks that.

"By the way, this is Bruno, I believe you haven't met him" Julieta Introduced as you nodded along lifting a hand up towards the boy.

"Hello, I'm (name) Camilo's partner" Bruno sort of looked stunned but softly smiled and shook you hand "I'm Bruno, but you probably already know that"

You smiled as your attention suddenly went to his rats, who were hiding in his ruana, Bruno realized this and hid them more, thinking you didn't want to see them "sorry- they are my friends, they always-" and was cut of by you.

"You should introduce me to them sometime, I would love to meet them" you grinned as Bruno starred at you at utter disbelief, his attention suddenly went to Camilo, who looked dumbstruck at what Julieta said earlier, but still listening in the conversation.

"Camilo, take care of them, she's a keeper"

"Oh my, its nice to finally meet you" a soft spoken voice slightly, caught your attention if it wasn't for Julieta looking further behind you, cutting off the telepathic conversation Camilo and Bruno were having

"Wait sorry, are we disturbing something here or?" Mariano, Dolores's partner apologised while Julieta politely shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid your not" she smiled before adding, holding both of yours and Camilo's shoulder by each hand "well, we'llleave the four of you to it, I have to find Agustin before he gets stings again"

"And I have to find Roberto too" Bruno added to Julieta's statement as you nodded in understanding.

The four of you bid your goodbyes, you mentally thinking why every encounter you engage on another one, however, you do not decide the plot of this story.

Once Julieta and Bruno took their leave, Dolores excitedly held both of your hands, she probably wanted to see you for so long but your paths couldn't cross with the things the both of you had to do.

"Hi, I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister and I want you to know that Camilo once peed thinking that you will reject him" she introduced, calmly stating an embarrassing moment like it didn't affect the person involved which by the way was now trying to prohibit his sister to tell more.

"Okay okay, I won't tell her more, But I want you to know is that my dear brother loves you dearly and would die to save you, me and Mariano have been trying to get the both of you together when we saw you play with the children with him"

Completely ignoring her word, Dolores continued embarrassing her brother more, but fortunately for Camilo, its hiss first time the whole day to hear someone say the both of you are meant to be together, like two peas in a pod.

Although the sweet moment didn't last long as abuela also approached the four of you, ah yes the final boss, it may not seem to be for others as abuela stopped being into 'perfection' after the fall of Casita, but to Camilo, getting Abuela's blessing is like winning the lottery.

"Dolores, if you may" She slightly told her, The girl beside you, nodding away and headed to the dance floor with Mariano, the both of them swaying to the music with smiles on her face, of course not before telling you to meet up with her right after.

You looked at Abuela a soft smile on your face, yes your partner may told his issues to you about her abuela before but then again, you understood her perspective but you don't encourage it either.

She softly smiled towards you to, then to Camilo "I'm happy for you Camilo" gently, she took her hand in hers, your partner stunned at what the older female said.

"Please take care of him as I couldn't do so" she softly told you, your eyes slightly blurred on you, it wasn't emotional oh dear no—you just know the history of those words that made it emotional.

You removed your hands from her hold, taking her own and smiled to her, Camilo on the sidelines looking at the both of you, still slightly stunned but very happy, more likely very happy at the next words you spoke.

"I will, always"

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[magicalmadrigals]

A Difference to Celebrate

“All I can think about is poor Alma. She must be so embarrassed.”

“And what about Julieta and Agustin? They must be so disappointed in her.”

“She has always struck me as rather odd, to be completely honest, I mean look at their other two! Isabela has always been so beautiful and Luisa so helpful. Every time I see her, she just seems to be standing there. She looks so weird.”

Julieta blinked back the tears in her eyes as she set the plate in her hand down on the table and glanced across the square at her baby. Mira was still in the shade, drinking her zumo de naranja and having fun with her toys, and knowing she was unable to hear the comments being made brought her the slightest comfort. Not that long ago, she had been sat at her feet with her teddies and the thought of her hearing a word of what was being said truly made her seethe.

These were grown women, for goodness sake.

Women who had children of their own, she knew, because she had healed them!

It astounded her that they had the audacity to stand there, mere feet away from her, and talk about her daughter in such a manner. Especially since there was no doubt in her mind that the three of them had spotted her playing in the shade.

Deep down, she had known this would happen. 

It would have been foolish on her part to think people would keep their opinions to themselves and no one would talk about what happened at the ceremony. She and Gus had told each other that night that they needed to prepare to hear things that would hurt them, but they had been certain people would drop the subject soon enough and move on to gossiping about something else as usual.

Almost a fortnight had passed now though, a full two weeks, and it was still a very big topic of conversation for some of those in Encanto. Some were easier to listen to than others because most people felt for Mira and would request she give her their love when she saw her, but there were a handful that were so cruel and would say the worst things about her baby. It was so hard for her to hear.

She had succeeded in biting her tongue and keeping herself from storming over to said ones up ‘til now, knowing it would do no good, but there was a limit to how much she would stand and take and she had just been pushed right past it.

Setting the plate in her hand down on the table once she was sure no one else was coming, at least for the time being, she took a breath and ran her hands down the front of her apron before turning and making her way over to the little group of women. It was clear when one of the three saw her coming because they shut up and turned, giving her the most ingenuine smiles she’d ever seen.

It would have made her laugh if she weren’t so furious.

“Ay, Juli, we were just talking about...”

“You have no need to tell me what you were talking about because I heard.”

“Then you’ll would have heard that-”

“I’ll tell you what I heard, shall I?” She cut in, crossing her arms as she looked at the three of them with disdain. “I heard you standing here, in the open, giving your opinión - your very unwanted and unwarranted opinión, I might add - of my hija. What was it that you were saying? You think she’s odd and just because she, for some reason, didn’t get her gift, she is inferior to her hermanas? I don’t require your opinión of her, Isabela or Luisa for that matter, muchas gracias.”

All the women could do for a time was stare at her with gaping mouths.

None of them had ever seen this side of her before, she knew that, but she was not about to be calm and collected with them when they had the nerve to speak down about one of her daughters and about all three of them as though they had more of an understanding of them than her. They were hers, for crying out loud!

“I think you might have mis-”

She scoffed, causing them to fall quiet again. “I do not care what you think and I think you’ll find I did not misinterpret a word of what any of you said,” She told them. “I think you should count yourselves afortunada that I was the one to hear you say it and not mi esposo because this is calm compared to how he would have responded. If you want my consejo, though I doubt any of you are going to take it, worry about your own children and allow me to worry about mine. Si?”

“Si...” Was the only response the women gave her. 

Shaking her head at them, she turned and walked away since she had a feeling there was no point in waiting for them to apologise. She was more concerned about packing up, grabbing her daughter and getting home before her afternoon had the chance to get even worse. 

It took her little time to clear the table and put the uneaten buñuelos and arepas in her basket, knowing her husband or one of the children would devour them later on, and when she turned to see her pequeña princesa running towards her she felt her spirits lift. She was as jovial as ever, the biggest smile on her face, and it was so infectious she failed not to smile too as she crouched down a little.

She wrapped her arms tight around her when she ran into her arms, potentially a bit too tight, and buried her face in the mass of dark curls on her head when her vision became blurred with tears. Her all upset was the last thing she wanted her seeing. “Hola, mi mariposa,” She sighed, kissing her crown. “Had a good time?”

“Si!” Mira nodded. “Can we go home now though, mamí? I’m a bit hambrienta.”

“Of course,” She breathed a sigh of relief before taking an arm from around her and hooking the handle of the basket on it, she and her sweet girl sharing a smile when she picked her up and got back to her feet. “Let’s get back home...”

--

A hand on her back made her jump out of her skin when she was sat at the table in the kitchen in the early hours of the next morning, head in hands, and she looked up to see Gus standing there with a concerned look in his eyes. “Amor, I thought you came to bed hours ago,” He said in a gentle voice. “I was sure.”

“No, I did,” She told him. “I couldn’t sleep though, so I thought to come down.”

Rubbing tender circles onto her upper back for a time, he was certain something was wrong when he looked at her hands on the table and saw she was playing with her wedding ring. She only ever did that if she felt anxious or upset and was attempting to conceal it from him, one of the many things he had learned about her over the years, so he pulled out the chair at her side and sat down in silence.

He wanted her to tell him in her own time.

He never wanted to rush her when she was struggling, so he sat and he waited.

“I have no idea why people have to be so cruel, especially about a child,” Came her barely audible whisper several long minutes later, causing him to reach out and rest a hand over hers to keep them from shaking. “I hear things when I heal in the square. People are still going on about that stupid ceremony and I...I just worry this is something that is going to follow Mira around for the rest of her life.”

His brows knitted together. “What happened this afternoon?”

“I was standing at the table, waiting to see if anyone else was coming or if it was okay for me to pack up, and I overheard Claudia talking with Maria and Sandra. She said mama must be embarrassed by what happened and Maria said that we must be disappointed in Mirabel, but it was what Sandra said that upset me the most. She said she always thought she was odd and that...that Isa and Luisa are so much better than her. She said she looks weird, always standing beside us.”

“I would have given them a piece of my mind if I had been there,” He seethed as he brushed his thumb tenderly against her knee. “I know you used to consider them your amigas, but I was never fond of them because they only ever seem to be making trouble or gossiping about something or other they heard recently.”

She was quiet for a second. “Do you think...”

“No, I never have and I never will think anything of the sort.” He cut her off.

“But I carried her,” She met his gaze at last. “Surely, it’s a possibility.”

“Si, but by that logic wouldn’t it make more sense to say that I caused it because I was born outside the familia? I’m the normal one, though I’m not certain that’s the right term to use, so surely I would be the one to blame for this and not you.”

“Ay, Agustín, what are we going to do?”

Reaching up to brush a fallen curl behind her ear, he moved closer to her on his chair and went back to rubbing her back. “I doubt there’s anything we can do, but I would never want to change a thing about her anyway. It makes her unique, being gift-less, and I think her uniqueness is something we need to celebrate, not try and change. She is perfecto just like this, but I don’t need to tell you that.”

“No,” She sighed as a soft smile appeared on her face. “How do you do that?”

“Hmm? How do I do what?” He asked, confused. 

She turned in her chair, letting her legs hang over the edge of it, and laid a hand on the side of his neck so she could brush her thumb against his cheek. “For as long as I have known you, which is a very long time, you have always known the right thing to say at times like this. I love that about you, but how do you do it?”

“You should know a magician never reveals his misterios.”

“Si, but you are no magician as far as I am aware, so out with it.”

Chuckling, he leaned in to steal a kiss. “I have no idea, really, that’s the answer. I suppose I just know you so well now that I know how you need me to be when you feel like this. Sometimes, you need me to be an idiot to make you laugh and sometimes, like tonight, you need me to be serious because this is important.”

She hummed. “I guess that makes sense. What would I do without you?”

“Not have to heal bee-stings every day, have more food, have an easier life...”

“Agustín...”

“You would spend the rest of the night down here,” He teased before rising from his chair and taking her hands in his, making her do the same. “But, thankfully for you, you have me and I’m taking you upstairs so you finally get some sleep.”

Letting him lead her from the kitchen by the hand, she sighed. “You are an idiot.”

“Oh, I know, but I’m your idiot which means I am okay with that.” He teased.

“You are, mi vida,” She assured him. “You most certainly, certainly are...”

[wikluk]

HEADCANON: Due to the lack of a gift, Mirabel has a lot of free time compared to her family members, so it enables her to observe the other Madrigals and actually notice some things. And she notices, for example, that her mama’s often tired and overworked. And little Mirabel knows her ways, and she knows that asking Julieta for cuddles always works, so she does just that. Every time Julieta seems tired, Mirabel offers to cuddle with her and Julieta can’t say no. They end up snuggling on the sofa or on a bed, and it continues through the years, even during Mirabel’s “teenage rebellion”.

[coolchopshopchopshop]

💙💙Smotheringgggg💙💙

Random thing out of nowhere. Julieta definitely kisses Mirabels scar. Mira tries her best to look so cool and badass with it, but her mother reads her like a book: she's insecure 😭

[breannasfluff]

Pranks: Encantober Day 5

“Camilo,” Isabela’s voice holds the note of someone’s going to get up close and personal with a cactus.

“I didn’t do it!”

Isabela’s vines rush through Casita before they pull him free of his hiding spot. “You can’t say that before you even know what I’m going to say!”

“But I haven’t done anything!” A pointed glare. “Today,” he amends.

Isabela gestures and a vine prods his head up. “You put my bed on the roof! How’d you even get up there? I checked with Luisa but she doesn’t know and she wouldn’t pull pranks like that.”

Camilo gapes. “Me? How do you think it’s my fault!”

“You transform!”

He does so to escape her vines, shrinking into Antonio and then back to himself when he’s free. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I get Luisa’s strength! I can’t get your dumb bed on the roof!”

“It’s your fault, I know it!”

With a yelp, Camilo bolts as vines snap at his heels.

From behind a corner, Luisa claps a hand to her mouth to cover her snickers.

~~~

“Camilo!” Julieta stomps out of the kitchen waving a cooking spoon. “You switched the salt and sugar you cabrón! You ruined my empanadas! Agustín choked on his coffee!”

Camilo, still eating his breakfast at the table, squints at her. “I didn’t do anything, tía. I’m sitting here, eating!”

“You switched them before we got up, then!” She brandishes the spoon. “I should make you eat a spoonful of salt and see what you think then! Teach you to involve me in your pranks.” Still grumbling, Julieta heads for her room. Agustín follows, sending Camilo a glare over his shoulder.

“But I didn’t do it!” Breakfast abandoned, Camilo trails after them.

The voices fade up the stairs and the kitchen is blanketed in silence. Bruno slips in, peeking his head around the corner before knocking softly on the wood doorway and entering fully.

He carefully empties the salt and sugar bowls into separate pockets, before refilling the bowls with the correct ingredients. With a final glance to be sure he wasn’t seen; he fades into the shadows. Link to Encantober Collection: Here