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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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Distractions (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

a/n: I’m not really proud of this one, but hope you’ll like it

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"Take my hand"

"W-what?"

"Take my hand! Am I speaking Chinese or what, papi?" you rolled your eyes "trae pa’ca"

Bruno flinched when you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. Your best friend was about to ask you what was the matter when he noticed a few guys coming up to you with flowers and what appeared to be chocolates. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as well and pressed himself closer to you.

Since you and your family moved into Encanto a few months ago, one of the first things that became obvious was that you would have a long line of suitors until you got married. He didn't really blame all those guys, you really were beautiful and your usual attire (high heels, black stockings, knee length dresses and your cute glasses) just highlighted your beauty. But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying when those idiots interrupted your time with your best friend.

Bruno knew that despite everything, he had to keep up appearances, for the honor of the family, no matter how many jokes and cruel comments people threw at him. However, he allowed himself to be selfish with you. You were his first and only friend, the only one besides his sisters who didn't seem afraid of him, and he wasn't about to let some fools who couldn't take no for an answer ruin your day.

"If only they would learn and at least have the decency not to bring wine chocolates" you muttered, looking at one of the boxes they were carrying "then maybe I'd consider paying attention to them"

"Just to take away the chocolates, right?" he knowingly asked

"You get me, Brunito" you laughed

You two smiled knowingly when the men stopped when they noticed you holding hands. The town's outcast and the most coveted girl? they definitely did not expect it.

Too bad your fun didn't last long. Bruno felt it a few seconds before, but he didn't manage to help you in time. While you walked away, your shoe hit a stone and before you knew it, you were falling flat on your face, your hand still entwined with Bruno's, pulling him with you.

You two rolled together until a wall stopped you. You ended up on top of him and you guys looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

"You two can't stay out of trouble for long, huh?"

You and Bruno turned to meet your two older siblings. Oh, yes, your older brother Agustín, walking disaster (just like you, but you did it with style) and Julieta Madrigal's official simp, and the brunette herself.

"I'm sorry, Juli, but if you steal my brother, it's only fair that I steal yours" you said, accepting the hand that she offered you.

You didn't notice the way the healer's cheeks reddened as you stood up and stood very close to her, but Bruno definitely did. Julieta simply offered you an arepa and looked away.

"I didn't steal anyone" she said

"Hey, Gus gets hurt, he goes for your magic food, you two talk for hours. That counts as stealing him for me" you shrugged.

Your brother watched the oldest triplet while you cut your arepa in half to share with Bruno. He knew that he couldn't say anything if he didn't want to face Julieta's anger, but inside, he wanted so badly to tell you that the reason the two of them talked so much was to share things about you.

He knew that his friend was madly in love with you, just as he was with Bruno. But neither of them had the courage to say anything, so they were content to talk to each other about their siblings. Cowardly move, perhaps, but it was what they had.

"But hey! It's okay" you said when you finished swallowing "at least you're all mine tomorrow" you winked at her

"E-excuse me?" Julieta stuttered

"...you did tell her, didn't you, Gus?" you looked at your brother accusingly

Agustin's eyes widened as the three of you looked at him. He facepalmed and you heard him mutter something about being a jerk and that he had forgotten.

"Sorry, Y/N, we were-"

"Busy?" you smiled "Ay Agustín" you rolled your eyes with affection

Your brother blushed deeply and mumbled another apology. In his defense, Julieta had been telling him a cute story about Bruno and he hadn't had the head to remember what he was supposed to ask the brunette.

"I got lost" Bruno said

"Mom sent Gus to ask Julieta if she could teach me how to cook tomorrow" you explained

"T-teach you how to cook?" she asked nervously

"Yes, my parents want to start looking for a husband for me" you rolled your eyes

Julieta felt her heart breaking at your words. Husband. She was running out of time! She had to quickly think of a way to confess her feelings to you before losing you.

A part of her told her that she was being silly, she shouldn't even count herself among your options. She was a woman! Of course neither her mother nor your parents would approve... but she could dream, right?

“So…are you free tomorrow?” you asked when she didn’t answer “because if not I can tell my parents that you-”

“No, no! It's ok. I’ll tell mom first but yeah, I’m free” she quickly said, making you jump a little.

“Excellent! Thank you Julita” you smiled “I promise not to burn anything…or at least try not to”

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You did burn something. Everything, actually.

“H-how…how did you manage to burn the salad?!” Julieta looked at you with disbelief

“...natural talent” you joked and smiled at her.

From the moment the brunette put a foot on your house, she knew this was going to be hard for her. You decided to wear that pretty dress of yours, the one that fit so snugly against your body and made her cheeks instantly burn. She had tried not to look too much, but it had been impossible and on more than one occasion you had caught her looking at your chest. You didn't comment anything, but suddenly you were sticking closer to her and your hands brushed her hip.

You were driving her crazy.

"See? That's why I burned the salad" you said, snapping her out of her thoughts

"W-what?" she stammered, she didn't realize when you had gotten so close.

"You're not paying attention to me" you said "You're supposed to be the teacher, Juli, but if you don't pay attention, these things happen"

"Are you blaming me for burning the salad?"

"Obviously" you smirked "although I wonder...what is it that has you so distracted?"

Julieta swallowed hard and was sure her dark skin no longer hid her blush. She tried to get away from you, but little by little you managed to corner her between your body and the sink. She really tried not to think about how cute you were, looking at her from behind those glasses.

"Y/N"

"Yes?"

The healer tried to find her voice, but her breath was missing and her legs were getting weaker as you pressed against her. She really, really shouldn't be thinking about the way your breasts felt against hers, or how your breath tickled her neck.

"The cat ate your tongue?" you whispered

The truth was, there was only one reason you were doing all this, throwing yourself at her without shame: Bruno had given you a vision first thing in the morning, a few hours before Julieta arrived. You had not been able to avoid the cry of happiness that you had given and since then you tried to quickly reach that part of the vision.

Which would be easier if she stopped running from you.

"Y/N, I think we should focus"

"I'm focused" you said "...just not on the food"

Julieta felt her heart stop when you leaned closer to her and your lips brushed her ear. That was how she was going to die? Pressed against the sink and having a heart attack?

"I can think of better things to do right now"

"We shouldn't" she muttered "your parents…this is all to find you a husband, remember?"

You pulled back a little so you could meet her eyes and carefully lifted her chin.

"And who said I wanted a husband?" you asked

"W-what?"

Just as she looked at you with those big teary eyes and a hint of hope, Bruno's vision came into your mind and you knew it was time to make it come true. You didn't give her time to react, you just closed your eyes and let your lips seal with hers.

The little gasp of surprise she let out, you expected. But for you to break her... that wasn't part of the plan.

#reader insert #x reader #julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal preference #encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #Agustín x bruno #if you look closely

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miracles-and-butterflies · 11 months

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Julieta: Who would do that? Openly admit to loving one child more than the other.

Bruno: Any reasonable Tía or Tío.

Agustín: Oh, so you have a favourite?

Bruno: Of course I do.

Pepa: Well, who is it?

Bruno: Antonio.

Félix: …You said that very quickly.

Bruno: Because it didn’t require any thought.

Pepa: That’s fair.

Julieta: My daughter literally brought you back to us, what the hell—

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #madrigal triplets #julieta x agustín #pepa x félix #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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sesamestreet47 · 2 years

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Agustín Madrigal headcanons because it’s his birthday

Agustín Madrigal, random headcanons

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

MASTERLIST

he cleans his glasses at least three times a day

but he also looses them a lot, Casita always somehow finds them though

he doesn’t know how to swim, but he is a fast runner

Alma didn’t approve of him first, she’s still a little skeptical

out of all his nephews, he’s closest to Antonio

he’s afraid of Pepa

he loves his daughters equally, but he spends most of the time with Luisa

she’s also the one to save him from most of his accidents

there’s a lot of small talk when he’s left alone with Bruno

Félix was his friend before they both joined the Madrigal family

he doesn’t wear matching socks on purpose

he taught Mirabel the basics of embroidery, now she’s surpassed him

he’s the second to take the most time in the bathroom, first being Camilo

he has to drag Julieta out of the kitchen sometimes so she doesn’t overwork herself, he makes tea for her afterwards, sometimes even reads for her

when they were smaller, Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel would all gather in the nursery and Agustín would tell them bedtime stories

Isabela gives him flowers randomly, he puts them in his front pocket

when Dolores is done with her chores, she likes to find her tío Agustín and go on a stroll with him

he tried to propose to Julieta at least five times, but it always backfired

eventually she was the one to propose

when he found out he was going to be a father, he was freaking out for a whole month afterwards

he was so fragile with baby Isa

he would wrap her up in many blankets to keep her warm and comfortable to the point where she would look like a ball of laundry

he teaches the kids in the house how to play piano

MASTERLIST

#agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto #encanto disney #dolores madrigal #camilo disney #camilo madrigal #agustin madrigal headcanons #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno x reader #antonio madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal

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camilosnovia · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a reader who is apart of the madrigals, but they are adopted? Reader doesn't feel like apart of the family but the madrigals reassure them that family isn't defined by blood

Found Family

Note: This request is so cute, I hope you like it💕

Pairs: Madrigals x Adopted!Reader

Platonic!

Genre: Fluff and a bit of angst.

You are pathetic.

Worthless.

You don’t fit in.

You’ll never fit in.

Don’t you dare call yourself a Madrigal.

The voices in your head wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard you try.

You always try to distract yourself from the voices, like doing embroidery or or playing the guitar.

But it’s no use, it kept going and going.

Days tuned to weeks and weeks tuned to months, the voices still wouldn’t stop.

It was breakfast, you and your "family" were eating. Of course, as usual, Camilo went overboard.

"If you are going to have all that, you better eat all of it." Félix warned his oldest son.

"Yeah yeah, don’t worry pops, I won’t waste a single one." Camilo reassured his father.

You however, were staring at your food.

"{Name}, why aren’t you eating? Is everything alright?" Your foster mom Julieta asked.

All eyes of the Madrigals were on you, some in confusion, concern and worry.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was in my own world." You told them, but in reality you were just trying to shut the voices up.

They don’t care about you

You aren’t a Madrigal

You don’t have their blood

They are better off without you

However one Madrigal was not convinced.

You guessed it, our main character in the movie.

The infamous Mirabel Madrigal.

And she was going to find out what bothered you.

Later in the afternoon, Mirabel went to the nursery where you and her slept.

Since you don’t have a gift, you were put in the nursery.

Mirabel knocked on the door.

"Guess who!~" She singsonged, you clearly know who it was.

You the chuckle "Perhaps a fifteen-year-old girl named Mirabel Madrigal?"

The third daughter of the second oldest of the Madrigal triplets burst into the room pointing fingers at you with a smile.

"You guessed it!"

"What’s this about?" You questioned.

"Well, a little birdie told me that something was bothering, and seriously one of Antonio’s birds told him and he told me."

"So what’s bothering you hermana?" Mirabel asked.

"I just- I don’t feel like I belong in this family, out there in the pueblo are so many people that are dreaming to be part of the famous Madrigals, I feel really left out because we don’t share the same blood." You admitted and Mirabel had a look of sympathy.

"{Name}, that’s not true. Sure that people in the community wish that they shared the same blood as us, but you belong in this family. Same blood or not you are still family."

You felt the tears kicking in and you immediately hugged Mirabel, which she gladly returned.

"Isa told us that we should have a girls night in her room, wanna join?" She asked.

"Of course" You felt better already when Mirabel cheered you up.

But what was the best thing?

The voices finally stopped.

#encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #abuela madrigal

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thattechygirl · 11 months

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Happy Accidents - An Encanto Fic - Julieta x Agustín

Julieta was in the town centre, doing her usual job of healing the townspeople of the Encanto. Her siblings were off doing their own chores, and her mother, Alma was at home in their Casita, meeting with townspeople in need and listing down ways to help them.

Julieta is the most admired of her siblings, being the "golden child" of the Madrigal Triplets. All the girls wanted to be her, and all the boy wanted to be with her. Julieta, however, was not much of a fan of all her attention. She'd much rather just focus on her cooking and healing, and find love in her own time.

"Next!" She called out to growing queue of the sick and injured. The next person walked forward, her expression changed to concern, as she recognised a familiar face. "Again, Agustín? This is the third time this week." She said, handing him an arepa. "You know me, I'm just the clumsiest and most accident-prone person in the Encanto." He said bashfully, as he took a bite of the arepa. "You've got to be more careful." Julieta replied, with a caring tone. "I'll try..." He nodded, waving goodbye to the healer. "Next!" Her duties continued, and the queue got smaller, until there was nobody left and Julieta packed up her things and returned home.

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"You okay, Juli? You see quite distracted." Pepa asked, snapping her sister out of her daze. Julieta turned her attention to her sister. "I'm fine, don't worry. I was just thinking about something." Julieta replied. Pepa grinned. "You wouldn't happen to be thinking about Agustín, are you?" She questioned. Julieta's cheeks developed a faint red glow. "Not it that way, Pepa! I'm just worried about him." She replied. "He's always finding himself in situations that lead him to need healing." "What if he's doing it on purpose?" Pepa suggested. "What? You can't be serious. Why would he do that!?" Julieta stared at her sister in shock. "Because he likes you! It's so obvious!" Pepa exclaimed. "Pepa, most of the boys in the Encanto like me." "But you like him back! Come on, take a chance." Pepa said, a rainbow forming above her head in excitement. "I'm not interested in romance right now. I have far too much to do as it is." Julieta explained. "Juli, you can still find time for romance between all your responsibilities. I mean Félix and I have been going strong for the past few months." Pepa replied, her rainbow fading slightly in disappointment. "Don't be like Bruno." She added. "HEY!" They heard their brother call from the other side of the room, briefly putting down the book he was reading. Julieta sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll try." Pepa squealed in excitement.

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The next morning, Julieta returned to her usual location in town, and placed all the food she had cooked the previous night down on the table. Pepa walked past her, on her way to water the crops. "Remember what we talked about!" She called out to her sister as she walked past. Julieta nodded, but Pepa had disappeared before she could see it.

The day went by as normal for Julieta, and soon it was nearing the evening. Julieta was thankful that she had not seen Agustín throughout the day, but she was also worried, because of how out of character it was for him. Just as Julieta was about to pack up her things, Agustín came running towards her, covered in bee stings. "Julieta! Wait!" He called out. Julieta turned around and her eyes went wide when she saw him. "Were you attacked by a whole swarm?" She asked, concerned. "Their hive fell on the ground and cracked open while I was walking past..." Agustín confessed. Julieta handed him an arepa and gestured for him to sit down on the bench. "There's something that I wanted to tell you." She began. Agustín looked at her in confusion. "I've gotten to know you quite well from all your visits to me, despite how unfortunate the circumstances are. Truthfully, I think over time, I've begun to develop feelings for you." She confessed. Agustín's face flushed. "Oh... Uh... I definitely wasn't expecting you to say that." He replied. "B-but...I like you too." He stuttered. Julieta smiled. "Would you like to go out sometime?" "Like a date?" Agustín questioned. "Mhmm. Like a date." Julieta replied. "Y-yes. That would be nice." Agustín answered. "Great. We'll figure it out later, because I have to return home." Julieta spoke. "Oh... Okay..." Agustín said, sadly. "Don't worry. Knowing you, we'll see each other again tomorrow." Julieta joked playfully. Agustín smiled in response. Julieta grabbed her things and headed off towards Casita, waving at Agustín as she left.

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(Bonus)

"You didn't actually arrange the date!? Are you serious?!" Pepa exclaimed, disappointedly. "I had to come home. Besides, I'll see him again tomorrow." Julieta replied. "You don't know that for sure, though!" Pepa argued. "Bruno, check if Juli will see him again tomorrow!" "D-don't drag me into this!" Bruno said, hiding behind his book.

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(If you would like me to write a one-shot about Julieta and Agustín's date, I would be open to doing so. This one-shot was simply meant to be how I interpret their relationship could have begun.)

#encanto #disney encanto #fanfiction #fanfic #encanto fanfiction #encanto fanfic #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno magridal #julieta x agustín #madrigal triplets

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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.

@enigmaticdoctorscully @historysquib @aurelia11fan @sophiasi1172 @inthishousewestanencanto

@adoptedmadrigal @ginnyweatherby

@lips-of-rainbow @julietashealing-child

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julietaswifey · 2 years

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Healer

Julieta has been a healer for as long as she can remember. The strong one, the one who carries and heals the pain of others. But what happens when the healer is the one that is injured?

There’s so much angst potential with Julieta, and I love that so here’s this. There’s also so much sweetness potential with Julieta, and I love that so here’s this. I’ve also thought a lot about Julieta interacting with other people living in the town and this particular conversation has been in my head for a long time, so I hope you enjoy it! I should say that I am in no way a medical professional and this is most likely not entirely accurate, but it’s fanfiction so maybe it doesn’t have to be

With a grimace she pressed the towel to her arm, tried to get the blood flow to stop. How had she even managed to do that? She knew better than to just leave knives around and not keeping track of them, why had she left that one out and then leaned against the counter right where she had put it?

She quite quickly bled through the towel and had to take another one, all while letting out a string of very colourful words that she had barely thought herself capable of. It hurt like hell, and there was so much blood.

Since she was a small child she had seen both lesser and larger amounts of blood most every day, but she was very rarely the source of it. And she could not heal herself. As Pepa couldn’t strike herself with lightning and Bruno couldn’t read his own future. Hers and her siblings gifts didn’t work on themselves, they served the family and the town.

For quite a long time she sat on a chair at the table with the towel pressed to her arm, trying to get the bleeding to stop. Or at least make it bleed less. The pain was like a heartbeat, dull and pulsing. But that wasn’t what she had her mind on.

If anyone were to come into the kitchen and see her they would be so terribly worried. It would pain them to see her in pain, and she would spare them that if she could. So she thoroughly hoped that no one would enter. If she managed to stop the bleed before anyone came home then she could simply roll down her sleeves until the wound had healed and no one would know.

Except for Agustín. Agustín would see her when she changed clothes, or when they made love. Damn it. She had to find some way to hide it. Surely it wasn’t impossible.

After a while, when the bleeding seemed to have calmed down, she lowered the towel and inspected the wound. She was almost ashamed at how nausea welled up in her at the sight of it. The deep gash ran down her forearm, from her elbow almost all the way to the back of her hand. She couldn’t see how deep it was, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“Ay Dios mío” she sighed.

Was she lightheaded from blood loss or was it the sight of her own blood? There was blood on both of her hands and on her clothes, on the knife that she had left on the counter. So much red, so much terrible red. She hated that colour, she had hated it for as long as she could remember.

She should have been more tolerant to it, she should have learned how to handle it. She was a healer, she took the hurt and the blood away. But she couldn’t stand it.

Somehow she managed to gather enough courage to raise her other hand and touch the cut. Very carefully she put her fingertips to the edge and had to hold back a scream.

“Stitches, I need stitches” she mumbled.

Despite her powers she had also made sure to learn everything she could about medicine. She knew how to stitch, she knew symptoms of illnesses, she knew all medicinal and poisonous plants in the area. She was a healer through and through. For her own sake and because sometimes her food wouldn’t do the trick and she had to take other measures. But she could not stitch herself.

As far as she knew there was only one other person in the town that could. At least that was the only one she would want to stitch her arm. She had to get herself there and hope he was home.

It was with great effort she wrapped the towel around her arm and secured it there. Then she rolled down her sleeves to cover it and proceeded to clean up as much as she could. The towel was very much visible and it was hard to get the sleeve down over it. The pressure it put on the wounds was excruciating, but she would just have to push through it. She had birthed two children, she would manage.

She walked as quickly as her body allowed, even as the world was swaying a little. She could feel herself sweating, and she most likely slouched a little. Julieta couldn’t remember when she last felt so miserable. She wanted to just sit down and cry. It would feel so much easier.

She did not walk on the main streets, walked behind the houses to stay out of sight. She felt as if she had done something illegal. Or like she was a child trying to steal food from the kitchen. But with none of the excitement, only the fear of that Mamá would find her.

It was a relief when she finally saw the house she was going to. Quickly she walked over to the door, knocked and hoped he was home. She did not know if she would be able to look for him.

“Señora Madrigal” he said when he opened the door.

Julieta had never been more happy to see anyone than the old man before her. Time had left his hair and moustache grey, and it had left lines and deep wrinkles on his face, but his soft brown eyes were lively and bright. A kinder face was hard to find, she had yet to meet someone that radiated such comfort.

“Señor Avila” she replied. “I know you are not too fond of me, but I need to ask you for a favour.”

“What can I do for you?”

She held up her arm.

“I cut myself quite badly in the kitchen, and I wonder if you could stitch me up?”

He didn’t hesitate for even a second.

“Of course, come in.”

She followed him into the house and closed the door behind her. He showed her into the kitchen and told him to sit at the table while he went to get what he needed.

While he did so she rolled up her sleeve and unwrapped her arm. During the short trip to Señor Avila she had almost managed to forget the bloody nightmare that was her forearm. She couldn’t look at it without feeling the need to throw up so she kept her eyes on the wall. Señor Avila’s late wife had been a painter, and on the wall hung a beautiful painting of the backyard of the house. A little pond and lots of flowers.

“I figured you would show up here sooner or later” Señor Avila said when he entered the kitchen, carrying a bag.

“You did?” Julieta asked, surprised.

How had he been able to know she would come?

“You can’t heal yourself, can you?” he chuckled. “I had a feeling I would come in handy.”

“I suppose.”

He pulled out a chair and sat next to her, putting the bag down on the table. He reached for her arm and she gave it to him without a word. Still didn’t look at it, kept her eyes on the painting. Tried to find every little detail there was, every stroke of the brush.

“This is indeed a nasty cut, but the edges are clean” Señor Avila said as he evaluated the wound. “It should not be too hard to stitch.”

“That is always something” Julieta responded.

“I must clean it up first, though.”

He got up and returned with a wet rag. He then fished a small bottle out of the bag and put some of the clear liquid in it on the rag.

“This will hurt.”

Julieta barely had time to react to Señor Avila’s words before he had put the wet rag to her arm. She could not help the scream she let out when the rag came into contact with the wound.

“I’m sorry for that” she then said through gritted teeth.

As she said that she became aware of that the reason for that her vision was blurry was tears. She fought against them as much as she fought against screaming another time. And it was one of the hardest fights she had ever been put through. Julieta wanted to leave her body, wanted to escape it and return when it was over.

“Don’t worry about it” the older man responded. “I know you’re in a lot of pain.”

She focused on her breathing, in and out. Deep breaths, she had to keep breathing.

“There, now it’s clean.”

When he said so she looked at the cut. It looked a lot less frightening when there was not an unreasonable amount of blood everywhere. It was like what she had read about in her books, almost fascinating.

“Now, I’ll give you an injection to numb your arm so that I can do the stitches.”

“Okay.”

She looked as he prepared his syringe and then watched as he gave her the injection. It hurt, but it hurt a lot less than cleaning the wound.

“I can’t say how grateful I am for this” she said as they waited for her arm to start going numb.

“You don’t need to thank me, Señora Madrigal” Señor Avila smiled.

His smile was warm like a fireplace. It reminded Julieta of her father. She had only ever seen pictures of him, but in the pictures he smiled in a similar way.

“I’m a doctor” he continued. “This is what I do.”

Though not anymore. She didn’t like to think about how she had forced him out of practice, she was too ashamed of it. She hadn’t wanted to. But a doctor sort of became unnecessary when someone else could heal every injury with magic food.

“I’m sorry” Julieta said, and she could feel her cheeks burn.

No one had said it, but she knew that both of them had been thinking about it.

“I know you didn’t choose it.”

He didn’t look her in the eye when he said it, instead began preparing to stitch the wound.

“No, but I took your work from you.”

It had been more than twenty five years, no one seemed to care anymore. Or remember a time before her food. It was so obvious, a natural part of their town. There were no doctors, no one needed them. The one doctor that had survived the escape, Señor Avila, had not been necessary after she received her gift.

“I found other things to do, dearest Julieta” he chuckled. “Turns out I’m quite a farmer. And my wife made a fine painter. We found other things to do, you don’t need to worry.”

“I don’t deserve your kindness.”

He was a doctor, that was what he had done, and she had taken that from him. Her gift wasn’t always a gift.

“Everyone deserves kindness, and you have done nothing wrong. I’m an old man, you’re still young, you and your gift will be here for many more years, so embrace it. Don’t be ashamed.”

“You were not old when I received my gift.”

“No, I wasn’t. And I won’t lie to you, I wasn’t too happy about it at first. But you can do more good than I, your food never fails. So I moved on.”

“Really?“

“Oh yes.”

Julieta felt small again. Like a young girl. When she was little and fell and scraped her knee and Mamá had to put a bandaid on.

She closed her eyes when he stitched her. She could still feel it very well, she wasn’t entirely numb but it wasn’t unbearable. She could handle it. She wouldn’t have been able seeing it though.

For what seemed like an eternity she sat there in silence with her eyes closed while Señor Avila worked on her. He was slow and gentle, as if he had never stopped practicing. She was so grateful for him. She had to make him something as a thanks.

“You’re all done, Señora.”

When she opened her eyes again her wound was neatly stitched.

“I will put a little bandage around your arm to protect the stitches so that you don’t damage them or rip them out.”

“Okay.”

Señor Avila carefully wrapped the bandage around her arm and secured it. With the bandage covering it it didn’t look bad at all. And it would be a lot easier to hide under a sleeve than the towel had been.

“You need to keep this dry for at least 24 hours” Señor Avila said, nailing her down with his gaze. “After that you might very gently and carefully start cleaning it. Don’t scratch on there. Don’t put yourself into situations where you might bump or bruise your arm. Don’t get dirt in it. Don’t overextend yourself. I trust you know that if you show signs of infection you must come find me immediately.”

“Si, Señor.”

“And most importantly, rest.”

She had been told she was a terrible patient, but she would be good. She would follow the instructions, and care for it properly until it was time to take the stitches out.

She was still a little lightheaded when she returned to Casita, but she felt a lot better than when she had left. She didn’t know how long she had been with Señor Avila, but it had to be quite long. The sun stood much lower on the sky when she stepped back inside the kitchen. Bruno and Pepa sat at the table together.

“Where have you been?” Pepa asked sharply.

“Hóla to you, too” Julieta answered.

“That wasn’t an answer” Bruno said.

“I’ve been walking, I was in need of a break.”

She looked around the kitchen, saw no signs of the blood bath that had taken place. Casita must have done some cleaning of its own after she left, she hadn’t been able to clean it all up. She had planned to blame it on a bird flying into the kitchen, but it seemed unnecessary.

“You were gone for quite long, we started getting worried” Pepa said.

“I wasn’t feeling that well, so I thought some fresh air would do the trick.”

It was at least partly true, she really wasn’t feeling well at all. She hoped they couldn’t tell. Her arm was beginning to ache a little and she had to resist the urge to scratch.

Julieta saw the moment both her brother and sister changed from annoyed about her disappearance to worried. Which was exactly what she wanted to avoid, she couldn’t bear seeing that look in their eyes.

“Are you alright?” Bruno asked softly.

“I just need to rest for a bit” she said, giving them a smile.

She had mastered that smile, at that point it was more an instinct than a choice. Everything was alright, she was alright. As always.

“Do you think Félix could make dinner today?” she then asked Pepa.

“Of course, I’ll get him. Go lay down.”

Julieta was barely out of the kitchen before she ran into Agustín with Luisa in his arms.

“There you are!” he beamed.

It was like he had never been happier to see anyone ever. For a moment Julieta forgot about her pain, only looked at her husband with their baby. She grew so terribly fast, could already sit and walk on her own. It went too fast.

“Here I am” she smiled back at him.

Luisa also lit up at the sight of her and at hearing the sound of her voice, began excitedly blabbering and waving her little fists around. Agustín had to move his face away from her to avoid having his glasses knocked off his face, and Julieta couldn’t do anything but laugh.

“We missed you today” he said.

“I missed you even more.”

It was true, she despised that she couldn’t spend more time with them. But Agustín and a baby in the kitchen was a recipe for disaster, and she had to spend a lot of time there.

He stepped close to her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. As he did so she moved to take Luisa from him. As she so often did. And she almost had the baby in her arms when she winced from pain and immediately had to push her back to Agustín to keep from dropping her. Which thoroughly confused both him and Luisa.

“Did something happen, mi vida?” he asked, frowning.

Julieta’s heart dropped in her chest when she saw Luisa go from happy to almost ok the verge of tears in the matter of a second. She had hurt her baby. And she couldn’t hold her baby. She couldn’t hold her child. What sort of terrible mother couldn’t hold their own child?

“I burned my arm a little today” she managed to get out. “It’ll be good again tomorrow, I’m just a little sore now.”

After she had said that Luisa began wailing. It was the worst sound Julieta had ever heard. It pierced through her and tore her into tiny little pieces. Normally she would have stepped close to Agustín again and comforted Luisa with him without holding her. But she couldn’t bring herself to do that.

“I’m sorry” she mumbled.

Then she turned her back on her husband and her crying daughter and fled up the stairs. Agustín seemed too stunned to do anything, just stood there and watched her disappear into their room. She slammed the door between them, desperate to shut out the sound of Luisa.

The silence in the room was blessed but also unbearable. Julieta leaned back against the door, tried to keep her breathing calm and failed miserably.

She was suffocating, seeing her family was killing her. She had been fine before but as soon as she saw them she had broken. She felt so weak and tired, but they couldn’t know that. It was her job to care for them, she had to keep doing that despite her pain and struggles. And they couldn’t know. She was so bad at pretending, it was so hard.

With tears running down her cheeks she made her way over to the bed, almost fell down on it. All through the day she had kept herself from crying, had kept the tears inside, and even though she wanted nothing but to weep she kept fighting. She fought until she had suppressed the urge, fought until she could sit up again and compose herself. She was strong, and she wouldn’t be anything less than strong. She couldn’t afford weakness.

Slowly she made her way up again, straightened her dress and fixed her hair. Then opened the door to the room. Only to find Agustín just outside, one hand raised as if he had just meant to knock.

“Mi amor, are you alright?” he asked.

His forehead laid in deep wrinkles and the worry in his eyes was sharper than any knife.

The smile that was her close companion in internal turmoil was on her face before she had time to think about it.

“I am alright, Gus” she said. “Just very very tired. And I’m so sorry for leaving you with Luisa like that, I feel horrible about it.”

She knew he didn’t believe her. It was very apparent, but neither of them pointed it out. He knew she didn’t want to talk about it.

“You need not feel sorry for it” he said softly. “And you don’t have to apologise. I understand you’re tired.”

He wrapped his arms around her and she rested her face against his chest. He was her safety, her rock. She was so lucky to have him.

She noticed his eyes on her through the dinner and the rest of the evening. He followed her like a shadow, never let her out of sight. And that she didn’t mind too much, she was happy to have him around. It was the suspicion she didn’t like. The rest of the family moved on as usual, but he wouldn’t let her go. Which made hiding the wound so much harder.

When they went to bed Julieta waited with changing into a nightgown until Agustín had gone into the bathroom. She did it in a hurry so that her bandage wouldn’t be exposed if he happened to come out.

She was already down underneath the blankets when he exited the bathroom. He quickly joined her, pulled her into his arms and held her there. For a moment Julieta felt at peace when she got to rest her head on his chest, but of course that couldn’t last.

“I know you said you’re alright, and I want to believe you, but I don’t” Agustín mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“You have no reason to worry.”

“Julieta” he sighed. “You can tell me, you don’t have to pretend you’re fine.”

“I’m not pretending!”

She said it much more sharply than she had intended, but she really didn’t want him to keep talking. She couldn’t pretend for long with him, he knew her much too well. And if he was set to find out why she was hurting then she would tell him. And he would comfort her, and that comfort would be so sweet. She yearned for it so much that it hurt.

The notion of that he was trying to look her in the eye didn’t escape her, but she stubbornly kept her head down.

“I see your pain” he continued. “And you are safe with me, you don’t have to be strong.”

Against her will she could feel tears burning in her eyes. Angrily she tried to blink them away.

“I didn’t burn myself” she quietly admitted.

Her husband’s silence seemed to last an eternity.

“What happened?” he then asked.

Julieta took a deep breath and pushed herself up in a sitting position. Slowly and without looking at Agustín she rolled up the sleeve of her nightgown so that her bandage became visible.

“I cut myself” she said. “So I went to Señor Avila to get stitches. And now I can’t hold my baby.”

Her voice broke at the last word and despite her effort the tears came. All day she had held them in, but there was a limit to everything. And it seemed like she had found hers.

Agustín held her as she was reduced to a sobbing mess, crying so hard that her shoulders were shaking and she had trouble breathing. Her whole world was for a while reduced to the pain. Not the pain in her arm, but the pain inside her. The pain and fear and anger that she had felt the whole day, that she had tried to push aside. Suddenly it burst out of her and she couldn’t do anything but let it.

She felt so small and weak and worthless when she sat there wrapped in Agustín’s arms and cried until her throat was sore and her face was puffy. She was better than that and yet she couldn’t bring herself to be.

“I’m sorry” Julieta mumbled hoarsely.

She couldn’t recognise her own voice so thick with misery and tears.

“Don’t you dare apologise” Agustín said with his face buried in her curls. “Don’t apologise.”

“I’m supposed to heal, I’m supposed to be strong and–“

“No, don’t say that. You’re not supposed to be anything. You’re human just like the rest of us, and you’re not supposed to be stronger or more resilient. You’re not supposed to carry all that pain on your own.”

He moved away from her slightly so that he could look at her. Raised a hand to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. The softness of the movement almost made her break down again, she had been in such dire need of it.

“You are not worth any less because you need help.”

Juliet opened her mouth to speak and found that she couldn’t. The exhaustion was too great to make sense of everything that was spinning in her head, she just wanted to sleep.

Her husband seemed to notice that, because he gently pulled her down to rest against him once more. At first she wanted to protest against it, but the moment she hit the mattress she felt exactly how heavy her body was. Heavy and sore and so tired that she couldn’t move.

“I love you” were the last words she heard before she drifted away.

#julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta x agustin #encanto #encanto fic #my fic #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #luisa madrigal #señor avila #encanto original character

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enchanted-encanto · 1 year

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Commission of my Encanto OC Natalia Moreno by the amazing @ib-gomes! Thank you so much for your beautiful artwork 💖

You can read my completed multi chapter fanfiction about Natalia & Bruno Madrigal's love story “La Canción de Mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart” on AO3 here or on Tumblr here!

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female-hercules · 1 year

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Currently accepting requests for Encanto fanfics!

Will write:

Fluff (both family and romantic)

Comedy/humor

Next Generation fanfics

Won’t write:

Incest/underage pairings

Reader inserts

Feel free to reply to this post and/or send asks with prompts!

#encanto #encanto prompts #la familia madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #madrigal sisters #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores x mariano #julieta x agustin #pepa x felix

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wikluk · 2 years

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First of all I really enjoy your work, its amazing:) So I wonder if you would be interested in an switch gift AU especially with the triplets. What I mean with that is, what would had happened if Julieta was the one with the vision gift. And she would had that vision of Mirabel. Do you think she would pull an Bruno? Of tried the negotiat with Alma? ( Sorry if there are riding mistakes)

Oh hello, thank you! ♥

Well, I wouldn't be interested in writing it, at least not at the moment because I have far too many WIPs and I feel like one more WIP would overwhelm me. Buuuut...

Back in March? Or February? Someone asked me about the AUs I was thinking about and one of them was the gift switch where Pepa was still Pepa but Bruno's and Julieta's gifts were switched. So you got a healer Bruno and a seer Julieta.

How things are in that AU?

Well, Pepa is still Pepa...

Bruno is still Bruno, meaning he still has OCD and loves his rats (which enrages everyone, especially Alma, because rats in the kitchen?!) and he's still that awkward man, though he's not seen as a black sheep now, just as a weirdo. Since he's very socially awkward, often Julieta (who has fewer duties than Pepa or him) helps him with food deliveries, and shopping and usually she's the one to be on his food stand and give people healing food.

That and her kind, shy, quiet nature make people more tolerant toward her gift than they were to Bruno in canon. She's forgiven more easily and if some villager is mean to her or threatens her, many people jump to her help because 1) she's Julieta, it's her charm and 2) she's a woman and if a man tries to let out his fury for a bad vision on her, there are other people that would always jump to her rescue.

Julieta is still a lot like in canon. Caring, kind, very family-oriented. She's less distant from her family, and because she found her place in the community by getting married and having kids, her room looks different as well and her stairs aren't that high. They barely changed over the years. Her room is just... more family-friendly and actually looks like a room, not some dessert cave lol

How did she meet Agustin, you may ask. Well, as I said, she often helped Bruno and stood on his stand and that's how one day that awkward boy met her, thinking she was a healer. It turned out she was a seer who thanks to her random quick vision, was able to see most of Agustin's injuries just in time to stop him from being hurt.

They bonded, they fell in love, they married, they had kids.

Now, Julieta always had known she'd have three children. That's why in this AU she was prepared for a miscarriage she would one day experience (my hc, don't mind it; also, it didn't mean she was ready for that when it happened, it still hurt) but she had no idea her youngest child would be born prematurely, her vision didn't tell her that until one day when a sharp pain she felt suddenly triggered a sudden vision that told her that her baby girl would come into this world soon, weeks earlier than she should. A lovely gift, isn't it? XD

So, in this scenario, Julieta would never leave her husband and children. When Mirabel didn't get a gift (which Julieta didn't see as well because she never looked into the kids' gifts), she had a vision, just like Alma asked but then... She consulted it with her husband. And they decided that they'd hide it. Julieta forced herself to have another vision and decided to give her mother this one while she hid the original one somewhere nobody but her would find her (or so she hoped).

(I also think that if Bruno had his own family, he would never leave as well but that's a side note of sorts XD)

Julieta and Agustin also decided that if Alma ever found out about the vision, they would probably move out because they knew her reaction about Mirabel being a possible danger to their house and the Miracle might make things worse.

But this Julieta is still a loving and very protective mother, so she stays. She keeps her daughters close. She bonds with Mirabel over being seen as the weirdest ones in the family (because even if this Julieta is rather liked by the villagers, she's still considered a freak because of her seeing abilities).

Would Bruno have his own family in this AU? I don't think so. I kinda like the aro-ace hc for him.

Would Luisa's and Isabela's gifts be different because Julieta's gift is different as well? Maybe, though I kinda like original ones... Like... Isabela gets a flower power to make her parents' room more livable and because she had always loved nature. Luisa gets her strength because this Julieta had also been an older sister, the responsible and caring one, so Luisa is the caring one as well.

So yeah... If any of you have some theories or hcs about this AY, you can drop it.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #encanto au #gift swap au #seer julieta au #madrigal triplets #julieta x agustín #cool colours family #julieta and bruno #julieta and mirabel #julieta madrigal

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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)

#bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal x reader #fèlix madrigal #encanto fèlix #agustín madrigal #encanto agustin #madrigal triplets #alma madrigal #encanto #encanto 2021 #spanish speaking oc #poc oc #🫓 arepa fanfic writer crumbs for feedback

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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The thing I find funny about everyone finding Mirabel valuable because of diamonds is the Bruno is also valuable. Man makes his vision on pure emerald tablets. The sand transforms into the actual gem, rather than just green glass

YOUR RIGHT 😦 Emerald is also pretty valuable, so they’re probably ask for Visio after vision. But, again, despite being younger than Bruno, Agustín won’t have it <3 Bruno’s already traumatized enough as it is 😭

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto bruno #encanto agustín #encanto x men au

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miracles-and-butterflies · 3 months

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Young Isabela: Mama, Papa, I have news!

Agustín: What is it, mija?

Young Isabela: I’m an only child!

Julieta and Agustín:

Julieta and Agustín: *glancing at Luisa and baby Mirabel*

Julieta: You use to be an only child, Isabelita, but now you’ve got two lovely little sisters—

Young Isabela: Wrong! Tío Bruno says that I can be whatever I want, so I’ve decided to be an only child!

Young Isabela, to her sisters: Pack your bags, losers, you’re going to the orphanage!

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #the cold family #julieta x agustín #bruno madrigal

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naoko-world · 2 years

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OK today is now Sushi day! Organized by @hectic-hector based on an idea by the wonderful @thecrazyashley-blog!

I wrote a bit of something for the occasion! A ficlet, related to Bruno's fangirl, with Perlita making the Madrigal discovering Sushi. Because honestly it was appropriate since I doubt the Madrigals ever saw Sushi, and Perlita directly comes from our world so she knows what it is and probably like it.

Enjoy!

You can find it on Ao3 in english here and in french here

No warning. Fluff.

978 words

Sushi time at the campsite

Summary: One day at the campsite, Perlita decided it's time for the Madrigals to discover Sushi.

One day during lunchtime, at the campsite, Perlita decided that the Madrigals needed to discover other kinds of tastes, starting with sushi!

This is how she ended up placing a tray full of these delicacies before the fire, Julieta standing beside her, in front of the dumbfounded faces of the family. She couldn't wait to have their opinion on these! When she and Julieta made them at a villager's house, the healer didn't seem convinced, always asking her about if she was sure of her recipe. She happily answered that, of course, she was sure! She was trusting her memory from when she made some at school, and she knew they'd love them! Everyone loves Sushi!

Bruno was the first to talk, asking with suspicion “Corazón...What is that?”

“That? They’re sushi.”

“What is su-chi?"

She thought for a moment, wondering how to answer properly, before smiling and answering “They’re food from a country called Japan in East Asia, situated on an Island with a lot of earthquakes!” Then, she added with confidence “They're good! And they’re actually really expensive over there!”

“These things are actually expensive?” answered Bruno with surprise, pointing at the goods.

“Yes! In Japan they are!”

Then, Perlita stretched her hand toward Agustín, who gave her the chopsticks she asked him to make. The day before, she had drawn what the cutleries should look like so that he could try to make them with wood. She heard he got help from Luisa and Isabela, which is a good thing since the results were chopsticks very close to what Perlita was used to. She watched them with pride, while she was given one twin by Madrigal, keeping one for herself so she could taste them too.

Then, she used those to take one one sushi and hold it to Bruno, all while smiling and saying in an adoring tone "Open your mouth Amor!"

He obeyed, an amused look on his face, letting his girlfriend put the rice and raw fish in his mouth. Then, he closed it to chew, while all the worried eyes were turned to him, waiting for his opinion on it. All besides Camilo, who looked ready to throw his best punchlines for when he’ll eventually spit it in disgust. He won’t though, Perlita was sure of it! Because sushi is delicious and she had the help of the best cook in the entire Encanto!

Her certainty got confirmed by Bruno’s face, which shifted from worry to beaming, exclaiming “That’s good!”

“Huh? Really?” asked Isabela with surprise.

“Yeah! Not the best thing but it's definitely edible!”

Mirabel used her chopsticks to pick one up and put it in her mouth, chewing it a bit before confirming “Oh yeah! That’s good! I would even say delicious!”

It pushed the rest of the family to take one too, most of them beaming once they could taste it, making Perlita feel very proud of herself and her memories of her school days. Well, some of them, as Félix, were making sceptical faces while some others, as Alma, were looking disgusted, but the majority seemed to love sushi.

Once there was none left, Bruno took Perlita in his arms to kiss her forehead, making her giggle, before asking "Mi reina, how come you come up with this kind of surprise?"

"They're from my world Mi rey!" she answered with a big smile. "And I'm lucky I have a good memory."

Agustín questioned her "You said they are from-?"

"From Japan! An island in Asia where-"

"What is Asia?" Luisa interrupted her.

Perlita sighed, feeling how hard it'd be to answer, especially with her limited knowledge. She felt she had to, however since she could feel Alma's stare on her, and her mischievous smile showing she actually knew the answer but wanted to know how she'd do, which was putting pressure on her to try.

Well...Let's start then! "Ah...Well hum..”

She glanced at Bruno, hoping having him in her sight would inspire her. Well, she wasn’t certain it was because of that but afterwards the idea she could start by a parallel with what they already know came to her mind as she was explaining “You agree that here we're in Colombia, on the South America continent?"

They nodded, inciting her to continue with more confidence "In the world you have five continents. One of them is Asia, which has a lot of countries such as China, India, Iran, Russia, Indonesia, Vietnam, and Japan."

"The one Sushi comes from!" noted Pepa.

Perlita nodded "The same one! For what I know of it’s a really old and traditional dish made by hand by some kind of Sushi masters so, nowadays, they’re considered a luxury over there."

"They really use these things?" asked Camilo, showing the chopsticks with an annoyed frown. "They ain't really practical."

"Most countries from East Asia do use them", confirmed Perlita.

“And they didn’t think about changing for something easier to handle?”

“Oh you know,” she smiles. “I just think they are used to it and didn’t feel the need to change.”

“Well, I can understand them!” claimed Isabela with a sassy face. “It’s pretty neat!”

They all watched her as she juggled the chopsticks onto her hand, clearly having fun handling them. Perlita thought she never saw someone be this much at ease with them. Mirabel tried to imitate her but made them fall on the ground with a grimace., making some of her family members chuckle. When most tried themselves though, none was able to do better than Mirabel. Camilo, for example, even managed to do worse by making his chopsticks fly toward the fire, where they got consumed.

With a laugh, Perlita promised them: "Next time I'll make you taste other dishes from my world!"

Bruno kissed her near the ear while giving her an appreciative squeeze against his chest.

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