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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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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!"

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lunamadrigal · 2 years

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There seems to be a growing trend amongst the Encanto fanfic community where the steam is going out. Not for lack of original content from writers but more so the spark that keeps any of us writing, which is interaction. Might seem silly but when you are writing into the big void it's a lot like talking to your reflection in the mirror. It always agrees with you and doesn't push you forward with new ideas.

A few recent anons and private msgs have been from other writers asking for feedback on their fic or to use an idea/hc they've seen me talk about. And let me say it super duper loud that I welcome these messages. Please send me your fics to read and don't be shy. It might take me a minute to get through each but by damn I will do it.

We need to assemble the community with our own Encanto bat signal.

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#that's it that's the tag

Tag em, share em, dm them, reblog this with your link, do all the things cause I've got four days off next week and will make it my mission.

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historysquib · 2 years

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So I saw an anon mention something to @wikluk about a fic where Mirabel is made fun of for being a mama’s girl. I’m in process of finishing this. It’s fluffy but a little angsty. I am posting tiny crumbs as I sit in the hospital for a concussion. Enjoy!!!

As much as Mirabel wanted to go cry in her mother’s arms, she made a firm decision that she would not go to Julieta. No matter how her day went, good or bad, Julieta was not an option to seek out. She would prove to all those other kids that she was not a mama’s girl. They wouldn’t make fun of her anymore and maybe they might even think she was cool.

Mirabel strolled through the town square, throwing the occasional smile or wave to people she passed. She saw Julieta standing at her stall, handing out food. Normally, she would run to her mama to ask how her day was going or if she needed anything from Casita, but today she remained firm on the ground that she would not go to her mother. Mirabel walked by her mother in a swift motion, hoping Julieta would not stop her. Did that work? Of course, not.

“Mira!” Julieta yelled out, happy to see her hija.

Mirabel turned quickly to wave while shuffling, stumbling over her own feet and falling directly on her face.

“Ay, Mirabel,” Julieta ran to her to help her up. “Are you okay, mi mariposa?”

Mirabel stood up quickly and backed away from her mother. She gave Julieta a curt nod before running off.

Julieta called to her, “Wait, don’t you need an arepa? You took a pretty hard fall!”

Mirabel turned back giving a wave and shouted back, “Nope. I’m good. Thanks anyway!” Mirabel shuffled away, not even looking at her mother.

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aurelia11fan · 2 years

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I decided to jump on the “Julieta proposes” train and wrote a tiny bit of a preview today. Not only does she propose, but she does it while she and Agustín are still just friends. They’ve known each other forever. Why date?

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Casita rattled its tiles in a friendly warning. Agustín sighed and stood up, closing the book. As he tucked it into his bag, he shook his head at the girl who he had spent the better part of a day with. “Ay, I wish I lived closer to you.”

A small light came into Julieta’s eye. As if she had been waiting for an opportunity to begin a specific conversation. A tiny smile crept onto her lips.

“Well, Why don’t you?”

He laughed and she easily linked an arm with his as she led him towards the courtyard.

“My parents don’t want to move! After leaving the city, they swore they would never pack another suitcase again.”

“Why not just you, then?” There is was again. That twinkling of mischief. Julieta was driving the conversation somewhere and a Agustín was just a passenger along for the ride.

“Why? Do you know of any houses that have rooms open?”

“No, but I know a house that will make room for you.”

Agustín looked at his best friend’s face, her long hair flowing off her shoulders and a smile on her face. He adjusted his tie slightly and swallowed. He gestured towards Casita.

“Uh..?”

“Yes,” Julieta confirmed, with an amused expression. “This one.” Casita winked by shutting a window and opening it again.

“I practically do live here!” Agustín laughed.

“Yes, but there’s a way you actually could,” Julieta said, inching towards him with a small shiver. Agustín stood speechless as he braced himself for what she was about to say, the implication of her words sending a rush through his body. Despite the joking and airy laughter they had shared that evening, her next words held not a bit of a joking tone.

“Marry me, Agustín Rojas.”

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sophiasi1172 · 2 years

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Recent weeks saw Miguel take a sudden interest in bread. There were multiple reasons for this; one was that it was therapeutic- the slow yet firm kneading of the dough released the tension pent up in his mind and soul. But more importantly, Julieta adored bread; if her frequent visits to his family’s bakery wasn’t enough, then the way her beautiful dough eyes lit up certainly was. Whenever Julieta was in the bakery she was a vision of pure serenity- Miguel had to stop himself from practically swooning at the sight. Therefore, baking bread was a sacred act that Miguel needed to perfect for his sanity. If I can perfect the art of bread, I can perfect the art of love, he reasoned to himself.

HUH WHAT’S THIS?!?!? 🥸 A wip? Hehehe so I realised that since it’ll be a while till I post my next fiction (uni suck my big fat dic-) I’ll give you guys a sneak peak as to what I’ve been baking up in my word documents (lmao apologies for the lame pun).

I present to you guys… If Bread be the Food of Love, Bake on … a story about a very lovesick baker boy who is hopelessly in love with none other than our healing MILF. 😁

I’d also like to credit @includeangieinthesequel and @lariskapargitay for making their Julieta love bread because now I have enough inspiration to make this a few chapters long 😁❤️

PS: bonus points to anyone who can guess the Shakespeare play I referenced for the title lmao 🧍🏽‍♀️👁👁

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta x agustín #encanto #miguel the baker boy #miguel is 22 years old #I’m a sucker for age gaps 🌚#also I hope you don’t hate the concept #uni is already taking away every ounce of happiness I have #👉🏽👈🏽#sop’s razzle dazzle fanfic 🥸#🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback

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dontspillthefrijoles43 · 2 years

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Una canto de una voz a tus oídos, luego a tu corazón

Prologue - Birthday party jitters...and set ups?

Word count: 1196

Warnings: slight angst

Summary of chapter: With the annual birthday party of the triplets, Alma decides that she wants Bruno to start courting. Bruno not really understanding the concept of courting, only knowing that he has to socialize: he comes to two people that he hopes will fix his problem.

Likes ❤️ , reblogs 🔁 and comments 💬 are much appreciated :)

October 17, 1920- quarter past noon

Everyone knows the story of The Madrigals. How one tragic event led to something so wondrous and magical- a miracle!

With time the miracle grew and prospered. It blessed the merchant - Alma and her children with gifts. Unbelievably unique abilities. Julieta with healing foods, Pepa with her weather manipulation, and Bruno with the sight of the future.

Because of Alma Madrigal, Encanto had become something no one would have ever expected.

Today was the anniversary of that day. And the triplets' birthdays. A fiesta, that all of Encanto was invited to, was in place for tonight. The triplets were turning 19. They were very excited about it.

Well, at least Pepa and Julieta.

Bruno…not so much.

Not only because there were going to be people in their house. And not only because people don’t usually tend to like him. (And like is an understatement). But mostly because his sisters were spending the night with their engaged novios.

Leaving him all by himself

Which led him to now up on a hill: Where Agustín and Félix were chopping wood. He came to them for a solution.

“Bruno. I don’t think it would be a …particularly good idea… for you to be the third wheel for us today.” Agustín advised, trying not to be too honest.

“I-I didn’t say I was third-wheeling.” He protested, “I just wanna hang out with you guys.”

“Third-wheeling.” Félix and Agustín sighed in illusion.

“…Lo sé.” Bruno hung his head with a groan, “It’s not like I wanted to be a third wheel. Especially since you guys are cariñosos- ugh! -But mamá won’t let me hideout. She wants me to socialize. Talk. Dance. And the only chance I have is with you guys.”

“First of all, we are the right amount of cariñoso.” Agustín argued, “And second, all she wants you to do is socialize?”

“Sí. She says I should put myself out there. Make a good impression. So I can be noticed other than my visions. They already have enough attention.” He scratched at his knuckles, “Maybe even dance a little. Or dance with someone.”

“Espere. It sounds like she wants you to present yourself. ” Agustín hummed, placing the ax on the tree stump, “You know- as an available suitor…”

Confusion was written all over Bruno's face. Then Félix shot up and grabbed Bruno’s shoulders, shaking them, “Eso es!”.

“Q-Q-Qué?” He stuttered with a dizzy stare at Félix.

“Alma wants you to start courting!” Félix yelled excitedly, “Isn’t that Bueno?! You’re going to meet el amor de tu vida. Bruno-Hermano-THAT 'S GREAT! ” He rambled on about how fantastic it was.

Bruno’s face paled as realization kicked in. He swallowed nervously, “No no no no! No es bein!”

“¿Por qué?” Agustín asked with genuine curiosity, “I’m sure some lucky lady would want to mingle with you.”

“¡Porque soy yo!” His thumb jerked to point at his chest, “Soy mal. Soy mala suerte. I just- I don’t know how…I have nothing good to offer.”

“Ay Bruno es mierda!” Félix cut in, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Those rumors are nothing but miérda. Los chismosos no saben lo que es verdad.”

He pulled on the green threads wisping out of his poncho, not directly meeting Félix’s eyes.

“He 's right, you know.” Bruno turned to Agustín anxiety laced in his face. “Solo sabes lo que es verdad sobre ti.”

Bruno let the words sink into his brain: Going to the party wouldn’t have been so bad. Still people have been avoiding him for awhile -only coming for visions absolutely necessary. Would there be a chance that someone would want to be with him?

Most likely not. But he shouldn’t disappoint. At least try.

That’s what mamí asked. Practically begging him to try. Agustín and Félix also had a point.

But how could He know what’s true about himself? If there was already an idea of him?

The cursed Bruno madrigal. Mala suerte. He twists the future and everything bad happens to you.

His plagued eyes that see nothing but misfortunes.

He can make you bald and kill your pets. Bruno madrigal the-

“Bruno…” Agustín starts, already knowing what he was thinking about, “If it bugs you that much we’ll let you hang out. Don’t worry about third-wheeling.”

“¿Estas suegro?” He was quick to question, “I don’t want to ruin your guys’ date. And you know… I think I can handle it. I just gotta find someone to talk to- if anyone would talk to me. Or dance. I’m sure I am out of practice -but hey I can figure it out! I just gotta..put on the old madrigal charm? Heh”

A light bulb lit in Fèlix’s brain. “What if we helped you?”

“Huh?” Both of them turn to him.

“What if we help him, get introduced to someone at the party.” Félix grinned, “Give him pointers, show him how to charm, be flirty-”

Bruno choked on his own spit, cheeks burning. “I think charming is enough.”

“Sí, Sí. Whatever works for you. But we gotta get you outta that old thing” He pointed at the worn out ruana, “And fix that.” His eyes trailed upwards.

“Why? What’s wrong with my hair?” Bruno tugged the tangled and frizzy strands.

“It uhm needs a little trim and brush. Also when was the last time you shaved?” Agustín spoke up, “It’s not a full beard. But your face looks like un durazno.”

Bruno scratched at his patchy chin awkwardly, “I thought it made me look grown.”

“Righhhht.” Fèlix dragged on, “It does it does. Tienes que arreglarlo. But we can’t work here- unless you want to shave with an axe -Bruno shook his head quickly- “Ok vamo, vamo. Let’s spruce you up a bit Hermano. I’m sure all the ladies will be all over you then.”

“Uh well I dunno know. It won’t be too much? I can ask Casita to make a secret passage for me. Like when you guys would sneak in to see Pepa and Julieta.” He cringed when they turned at him as if to say ‘You knew about that?’

“Look, hermano . We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” Agustín reassured, “But if you think it would work, we’d be willing to help.”

He pondered for a moment, twisting the cross that dangled over his neck. He wouldn’t be by himself if he had their help, granted he won’t be able to hide out with them.

But maybe if mamá did see him trying she’d let him off the hook. So he won’t get stuck in a party all by himself, he won’t ruin his sisters’ dates, and he’d be able to go back to his room if this will work. Hopefully mamí would finally let courting be off the table for a while.

“What do you say Cuñado ?” Agustín and Félix waited patiently for him to answer

“Meh.” Bruno simply put and that was enough for

Félix to start dragging him off the hill. “VAMOS A CASITA! Don’t worry Hermano, you’re in very good hands.”

Agustín followed along, trying not to trip with all the logs in his arms.

He really hoped this was a good idea.

Translations :

Lo sé - I know

cariñosos- affectionate

Espere- wait

Eso es - that’s it

Qué-what

el amor de tu vida - Love of your life

Hermano - Brother

Cuñado- Brother in law

Por qué- Why?

Porque soy yo- Because I’m me

Soy mal- I’m bad

mala suerte - bad luck

es mierda - it’s bullshit

Los chismosos no saben lo que es verdad - Those gossipers don’t know what’s true

Solo sabes lo que es verdad sobre ti - Only you know what’s true about yourself

Estas seguro- are you sure

un durazno - a peach (meant it as peach fuzz)

Tienes que arreglarlo - You gotta fix it

Vamo- let’s go

(A/N: prologue of the Bruno fic, reposted from my main blog)

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biographydivider · 2 years

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Please find enclosed the first of my new project; “Making Out In A Bookshop; How Pensandpizza manages not to kill anybody at her day job” 😅 Yeah...I couldn’t stay away. Have some steamy, awkward kissing, Grumpy Bruno and bookish easter eggs!

#bruno x oc #encanto fanfic #Bruno Simp #slightly spicy #more smut to come #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback

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encantowishes · 2 years

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Chapter 1 of my first fanfic in many years! Hope you enjoy!

#encanto fanfic #let's talk about bruno #bruno madrigal/reader #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback #arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback #it's me amrys

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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The Shine Of Home

Made another fanfic, Hope you guys like it!

thanks for the tips @lunamadrigal

#encanto au #the shine of home au #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Bebé's First Beach Day

I wrote this before I lost my mind. I figured my last post for a while should be fluff, so enjoy some Madrigal fluff. Work in progress. Maybe.

Summary:

Thanks to Camilo, little Mirabel's first day at the beach does not go according to plan

Julieta stood in the middle of the bathroom, trying to wrangle her usually mild-mannered toddler into standing still so she could put sunscreen on her soft, delicate skin. Mirabel had been giddy with excitement all morning.

They'd taken a much needed week-long vacation to mamá's beach house in Cartagena. The whole family had come, which basically meant complete and utter chaos. But it would be completely and totally worth it. The house was beautiful. Right on the beach, it featured not one, but two hot tubs, a pool, 6 bedrooms, a fitness room, and a very spacious kitchen (which Julieta was absolutely not excited about at all, not at all.) The whole family was excited. Luisa, Isabela, and Agustín had been hyping Mirabel up all week.

Agustín was especially excited for this particular trip. It was Mira's first trip to the beach. The rest of the family had gone a few months prior, but Mirabel had been sick that week, so they all stayed home, much to Isa and Lu's (and Agustin’s) chagrin.

Agustín absolutely loves the beach. He loved taking Isa in the water for the first time, and after that it sort of became a rite of passage, for him to take all of their babies in the water for the first time. He absolutely loved hearing their squeals of excitement and pure joy. It filled Julieta with such happiness and pride to see how amazing he was with their babies; his patience, his unconditional love, and his easy going goofiness were some of the things she loved most about him.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Julieta tickled little Mira's tummy and tried to pull her closer.

"Mira, bebita, stand still, please! Mamí needs to put this on your face so you don't burn!"

Mirabel looked adorable in her little two piece swimsuit, a white and turquoise set with ruffled edges and cute cartoonish butterflies. Her little white sandals were waiting by the door. Julieta knew Mirabel wouldn't last long in them, but she couldn't help it. They were so cute, and she knew they'd look even cuter on her little bebita.

Mira took both of her chubby little hands, and cupped her Mamí's cheeks with them.

"Face!"

"Yes, bebita, I need to put this on your face, so your pretty skin doesn't burn!"

"Mamá face pretty!"

Julieta didn't think she could fall more in love with this child, but here she was. Pressing their foreheads together, she attacked Mirabel's little face with kisses. The little girls' laughter rang through the house like the sweetest song.

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 1 year

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I'm working on something really, really fun!! 😏

It's a modern Encanto AU, with a fun twist!

*Isabela and Luisa are teenagers in this AU*

Julieta and Agustín asking a three year old Mirabel what she wants for Christmas:

Julieta: Mi vida, what would you like for Christmas?

Mirabel: Oh! Ummm... A dog!

Julieta, making up a rushed, poorly thought out excuse: I'm sorry baby, your papí is allergic to animal hair. How about something else?

Agustín looks at Julieta in confusion.

Mirabel: Okay, then... umm, how about a baby brother? Papì's not allergic to babies! Right?

Julieta and Agustín: 😳

Julieta, muttering: No, but mamí is...

Agustín, laughing nervously: Well... How about that dog? That was an awesome idea, right Julieta?

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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A continuation of this ⬆️⬆️ story

I felt like writing again, so I decided I wanted to continue this story. It's all fluff, so I hope you enjoy.

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Prying her mouth away from his nose proved to be more difficult than he'd thought, but after his third attempt, Agustín succeeded. Shifting her on his hip, Agustín rubbed the little girls' back and bounced her up and down, trying to soothe her distress.

It didn't work.

Agustín rushed out of the bedroom, determined to get to the kitchen before his bebé's whimpers turned into full-blown cries. Julieta didn't need anything else to worry about.

He would take care of this.

He pulled back to get a better look at the little girl. Her cheeks were flushed, her wide doe eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her mouth was set in an adorable little pout that broke his heart, because he knew his baby was in pain.

"Oh, it's ok, Miraboo. Papí's here. Papí's gonna take good care of you, I promise. We're gonna make everything better."

Trudging into the kitchen, he found Félix, Pepa, Dolores, and Alma. Little Camilo was sitting in his high chair, eagerly awaiting his meal.

"Buenos días, la Familia! Do we have any cold pineapple cores still around? I think this little one here is teething!"

Alma walked over to the sink where they were standing, and lightly pinched the little girl's cheek. Mirabel let out an agitated whine and turned her head away.

"Ahh, yes, I'd definitely say she's teething. Dolores had mentioned her using your nose as a chew toy upstairs, so I took the liberty of planning ahead. We don't have anymore pineapple cores, but I did cut up some mango pits. They're in the cooler."

"Oh, thank you Alma! And thank you Dolores!"

Dolores simply smiled at him.

After placing the little girl in her highchair and putting her butterfly bib on, Agustín felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Félix, a cold mango pit ready to go, in his hand.

"Here you go, Cuñado."

"Thanks, bro."

Taking the pit from his Cuñado, Agustín then placed it on the little tray in front of his daughter.

Mirabel looked at the new object with hesitation. The color seemed to fascinate her, so she pressed on and picked it up. Confused by the texture and the sliminess of the pit, she dropped it back on the table and looked at Agustín for reassurance.

Agustín pulled his seat closer to her highchair.

"It's okay, Miraboo."

Putting one sticky hand in her mouth, she studied the pit in utter fascination.

But then, her eyes widened to giant saucers. She looked at her hand, then the pit, and back and forth, and then to him again.

Grasping the pit with both of her tiny hands, little Mirabel opened her mouth wide and attempted to fit the entire object in her mouth. They all watched in amusement as her eyes grew even bigger, her entire body in pleasantly surprised shock.

Pulling the mango pit from her mouth once more, Mirabel squealed, squirmed and banged her little fists on her tray in absolute delight.

"Mmm, is that good, Miraboo? You like it?" Scooting closer, Agustín leaned toward Mirabel as if he were ready to take a bite. "Can papí have some. Do you want to share with papí?"

With an annoyed huff, Mirabel held the pit close to her chest and twisted away from Agustín.

The whole room erupted into laughter.

Félix let out a bellowing laugh. "Well, that was a no! At least we know who won't share their mangoes with us!"

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Here's the first part of the follow up to "A Love Story in Three Acts"

Enjoy!!

@sophiasi1172 I hope you don't mind me using part of your comment in the summary for the fic! (I haven't posted the summary yet, but you'll see it!😊)

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Julieta should've known.

She should've known that something like this would happen, to her of all people.

It was just her luck.

She'd been woken up by her husband, when he unwrapped his arms from around her, both of them still wrapped up in their post-coital bliss. When he saw her start to stir, Agustín brushed her hair out of her face, and whispered for her to go back to sleep; he'd be taking both the girls out to the river today. As if reading her mind, he told her they'd bring provisions if any of them (him) happened to get hurt, or stung by bees (also him).

Her only response was a tired "Hmm." before she fell back into a deep sleep. She barely even registered the door shutting with a soft click.

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Agustín walked into the kitchen with a saunter in his step. Last night was… incredible. He didn't even know Julieta could do that. He didn't know any woman could do that. He had initially been concerned about how rough he was with his wife, but with her reassurance and seeing just how worked up she was, he went with it. And oh boy, was it worth it. Agustín didn't think he'd ever made his wife scream like that. Leave it to him, the most oblivious man on the planet, to unknowingly push his wife to the edge for literal hours. Thank god for Casita, and their soundproof walls…

Or so he thought…

Upon walking into the kitchen, he saw all of the adults, and Dolores look at him in various degrees of amusement (Pepa and Félix), embarrassment (Alma and Bruno), and confusion (Dolores). Agustín was confused as well, until Félix threw his arm around his brother-in-law and said, "Ay! Cuñado! Have fun last night? It sure sounded like you did!"

Agustín sputtered, "W-what?! You heard us?!"

Félix let out a bellowing laugh. "Of course we heard you! Casita isn't that soundproof!"

A pause.

Pepa's snickering turned to full-on cackling. "Wait, you really thought no one could hear you?"

Pepa was about to say more, but Alma held up her hand, interrupting her. "Now Pepa, I know you want to tease your cuñado, but please, keep your voice down. Your sister needs her rest, especially after the…events of last night."

"And you," she turned to Agustín. "I don't think I need to say this again. I don't need to know what goes on in your marriage bed. That is between you and your wife. None of us need to hear that again. Ever. Are we clear?"

Agustín turned fifty shades of red.

"S-si, Señora."

Bruno still wouldn't look at any of them.

And Agustín…

Well Agustín just wanted Casita to swallow him whole, right then and there.

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Summary:

Julieta just wants to get railed.

Camilo just wants to sleep.

At least one of them gets what they want.

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Here's a little preview of my newest oneshot!! It's called Flower Power!

It's based on one of daliceus' pieces of art (the one where Agustín has a flower beard). It's not done yet, but I'll tag her when I post the full story! (I already sent her this part)

Oh, I'm still pretty new to posting things on tumblr, so a lot of the words in the original document had italics but it's 12:30am here and I have to be up at 5 am so I'm going to worry about that later!

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Previously,

"Well there was this one time, Papí grew a beard…"

Mirabel's head whipped in his direction so hard and so fast, he swore it was going to come clean off her head. Her mouth was agape with utter shock. "You had a beard?!"

"Yes, when your mamá was very pregnant with you, I got a little…lazy you might say, and stopped shaving for a while. I had more important things to take care of than shaving my face."

"Hey I liked the beard!" Julieta looked at him with those big brown doe eyes he loved so much.

Agustín gave her a suggestive look. "I know you did, Amor. You loved it."

Julieta felt the heat creep lower and lower. Her whole body felt red-hot. She knew her face looked flushed. And it wasn't just because she felt hot. Her daughters were wearing looks of equal disgust on their faces. "I know I did. It was sexy. Really sexy."

Agustín wrapped his arm around her waist, practically pulling her into his lap. "You did, didn't you?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Julieta felt herself grow even hotter. She knew they were growing increasingly inappropriate. They were treading a fine line between sitting in each other's lap, to straight up dry-humping. Their daughters were right there. All three of them. Julieta tried to care. It was as if they were the only people in the room. In a breathy voice, Julieta asked "Maybe you could…grow it again? For me?"

"I'd do it for you. You know, if I remember correctly, you really liked it on your-"

"-Ok, EW ENOUGH!! We don't need to hear any more! We don't need to see anymore! EVER!! You two are absolutely vile!"

"Yeah Isa's right, you guys don't need another accident!"

"For once, I agree. You were enough of an accident, Mirabel."

Mirabel growled, "You know what Isa-"

Agustín laughed. Julieta climbed off his lap, thoroughly embarrassed. Agustín wrapped his arm around her again. "Where'd you think you guys came from? Do you think a stork built his nest above our window and dropped you off in a basket at our front door?" Julieta groaned. "Agustín, really?"

"We know where we came from and how we got here, we just don't need or want to see it. Or hear it." Luisa chimed in.

"Yes we really don't need a visual. Now can we please get back on track?!" Mirabel groaned into the throw pillow she had originally set on her lap.

Julieta began to collect herself, sitting up straighter and fixing her clothes and her hair. "Sure, Mira. What were we talking about again?"

All three girls groaned collectively, "PAPI'S BEARD!!!!"

Julieta blushed scarlet, and laughed somewhat nervously. "Oh, yeah, that."

#encanto #julieta x agustin #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julistin #beardstrong #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback #fanfiction #inspired by art #that beard does things to her #you can't change my mind

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i-am-not-your-little-princess · 2 years

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Because @ginnyweatherby asked me to, here's another sneaky peek at "Of Love and Lust and Beard Kinks" (I'm DEFINITELY changing that title) This one is shorter, I can't give EVERYTHING away😘

If anyone has any ideas for a new title, let me know!

It's getting spicy🌶😏🌶😏🌶😏

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Julieta didn't know what she expected when her husband led to their bedroom, but it wasn't this. This was something out of her wildest dreams. All the lights were out, and there were candles lit all over, casting an otherworldly glow across the room.

There were soft, fluffy towels so thick, they looked like blankets strewn across the bed. Were those new? There were dozens of bottles of body oils on both of the bedside tables. Rose petals are also strewn on the bed and the floor.

Slowly turning to Agustín, Julieta asks, breathlessly "W-what is this?"

Agustín places both hands on her arms "Mi amor, you take care of everyone without even thinking about it, but you never think to take care of yourself. Let me take care of you."

Julieta might as well just melt into a puddle right then and there. Her voice quivered. She felt like she was on the verge of tears. These damn hormones. "I-I don't know what to say…" She looked up at him with glassy. hooded eyes.

"Don't say anything. C'mere." He wrapped his arms around her, tilted her head toward his and caught her lips in a languid kiss, slipping off her robe. Still locked in their kiss, he backed them up to the edge of their bed.

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