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Thinking about the fact Julieta's basically keeping Mirabel locked in this bone-crushing hug. I need soft things.
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Encantober Day 6: Heart
It was a week before Antonio’s gift ceremony. Technically, it was also a week before his birthday, but in the Madrigal family, one celebration took clear precedence. Julieta was in the kitchen, pulling together dough for some arepas. For some reason, her family always liked those best. Keeping her company at the table was Mirabel, surrounded by her box of multicolored threads and swatches of bright fabric.
Julieta snuck a glance at Mirabel. The girl was so focused on her work, worrying her lip as she put together bits of fabric in different patterns. It warmed Julieta’s heart.
“What do you think, mamá?” Mirabel held up two different colored swatches: one a lighter brown, one darker.
Julieta tapped her chin, thinking. “Show me again what you’re using as the base.”
Mirabel pointed to a strip of bright yellow fabric. “That one.”
“Then I’d go with this one.” Julieta selected the lighter shade. “It matches better.”
Mirabel nodded sagely. “You’re right. Thanks, mamá.” Humming to herself, she set down the other swatch and set out cutting the one in her hand.
This was a very special project for Mirabel. For Antonio’s ceremony (and birthday…whatever…), she was sewing him a stuffed jaguar toy. Ever observant, Mirabel had noticed that Antonio gravitated towards animals, and wanted to make him a present reflecting that. Jaguars were big, brave, and strong, Mirabel said. She could see Antonio was nervous about the ceremony, considering what had happened at the last one, and wanted to offer him some comfort.
Someone lesser might be envious, or even bitter, that Antonio would get to experience what she hadn't. But that simply wasn't Mirabel's style. Kindness spilled out of her like water from a spring. All she had ever wanted was what was best for people.
Kneading her dough, Julieta watched Mirabel out of the corner of her eye and smiled. She loved all her children, of course. They were all treasures in their own right. But Mirabel…Mirabel was special. Despite having been skipped over by the Madrigal gift (a fact that had never changed Julieta’s view of her), Mirabel was able to bring light wherever she went. What she lacked in magical power, she made up for in kindness, enthusiasm, and hard work.
At first, Julieta had worried about her. Not getting a gift as a Madrigal-born is something that had never happened in living memory, and as relieved as Julieta was that Mirabel would be spared the pressure placed on herself, Pepa, and the other children, she was also concerned about how others would see her. Just like she feared, people began treating Mirabel differently from the other Madrigals. A more cynical person might say they weren’t as inclined to be kind since Mirabel didn’t have a gift to offer them. Julieta was more charitable. She chalked it up to ignorance and their own pain, as well as seeing how some of Mirabel’s own family members treated her. That was an ugly truth she could not deny. As much as she’d talked to her girls (and her niece and nephew when appropriate), children were forgetful and could be unintentionally cruel. Her mamá...that was a different story.
However, none of this cruelty discouraged Mirabel. If anything, it made her even more determined to prove that she could contribute to this family just like the rest of them. Although her contributions may not have been as conspicuous, Julieta certainly noticed them.
When a kid was alone and had no one to play with, Mirabel played with them. When Dolores needed someone to listen to her for a change, Mirabel was there. When Camilo needed a breather from being whoever people needed him to be, Mirabel cheered him up with jokes and goofy songs.
The list went on. She would sit with her tía and let Pepa feel her feelings, no matter how it affected the weather. She’d helped her parents with chores; taking on laundry and ironing all by herself. Her papá had shown her the way around a needle and thread when she was younger, and Mirabel had taken to it instantly. One by one, she’d embroidered designs on all of their clothing, each personalized to reflect the wearer’s gift and personality. Whenever Julieta needed help, Mirabel was always there to lend a hand, no matter how unpleasant the task.
She never complained. She was never ungrateful. Instead, Mirabel gave of herself in every way she could. Julieta could not be prouder of how her little girl was growing up.
A stack of arepas filled the waiting plate next to the stove. The sun moved across the sky. Julieta had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the time fly by. Letting out a deep breath, Julieta turned off the stove and turned to face Mirabel.
She was focused intently on her work, sewing a seam on the jaguar. Bits of fluff poked out of the toy, some landing in Mirabel’s hair and on her clothes. Finally, she set down her needle with a flourish. “All done!” She announced excitedly.
“Let me see,” Julieta prompted her, waving her forward encouragingly.
Mirabel held out the toy.
The jaguar was covered in spots cut out of the fabric they’d chosen together, sewn in place with every color of thread Julieta could think of. It had buttons for eyes, a pink nose, and even cute little whiskers sewn on. In other words, it was-
“Perfect,” Julieta pronounced, clapping her hands together.
Mirabel brightened. “You really think so?”
“Absolutely.” Julieta nodded. “He’s going to love it, Mira.”
Mirabel jumped out of her seat, wrapping her mom in an enthusiastic hug. “Thanks! Now I just have to hide him so I don’t ruin the surprise.” She scrambled around to tidy up her work area, corralling her various bits and scraps in their box. Once she’d gotten everything to fit (the absence of one jaguar’s worth of material making it easier), she ran upstairs.
Julieta washed the dishes she had dirtied up while cooking. Sure, Mirabel hadn’t received a magical gift. But her heart was the biggest gift of all.
#julieta madrigal#mirabel madrigal#antonio madrigal#encantober#julieta and mirabel#encantober 2023#heart#foreveranevilregal writes#writing encanto#i almost made myself cry writing this
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It has been a HOT MINUTE since the last time I wrote for this fandom and here I am, making a comeback with a one shot that is quite literally pure hurt. Someone needs to take Luisa Madrigal away from me because she is honestly the sweetest angel and all I ever seem to do when I write for her is hurt her.
That being said, I hope you like this little one shot!
Read here or over on AO3
[Summary: Julieta is concerned when Luisa goes on her first proper date and with good reason too. When her worst fears come to light and the whole date is nothing but a nightmare, there is only one thing on her mind. Her little girl. Can she help Luisa to see that, regardless of what anybody else says or thinks, she is beautiful in her own way?]
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"Ouch! Isa!"
"Well, if you kept still like I told you then it wouldn't have happened!"
"I don't even know why I need to wear all this."
Putting the lid to her mascara pan back on once she'd applied another coat to her hermana's upper lashes, Isa set it down on her dressing table before taking a slight step back from Luisa and bringing her hands to rest on her hips. "You and Mira are so annoying when it comes to wearing makeup. Sometimes, I ask myself how the two of you are my hermanitas," She rolled her eyes with a groan, taking hold of the chair her sister was sitting on and turning it so she could see herself in the mirror. "See? You spent all day wrangling burras and moving houses and no one would ever know thanks to the magic of makeup. You're going to thank me for this, truly."
"Don't hold your breath…" Luisa muttered.
Isabela chose to ignore that comment and instead moved to stand behind her, gently pulling the end of the red ribbon holding her hair in place so her curls came tumbling down her back. "Okay, now we need to work out what we're going to do about your hair," She said as she looked at her through the mirror, bringing her hands through her curls to remove the tangles. "We could straighten it, we could braid it, we could put it up again…"
"We could leave it as it is…"
"Oh, you are so not fun! Even Toñito lets me style his hair."
"You bribe the kid with galletas," Luisa reminded her. "He would be your slave for a week for the right price."
"Ooo…" Isabela thought for a moment, smiling to herself. "I never thought about that."
Luisa berated herself inwardly for putting such an idea in her head. "If tía Pepa asks, I had no part in this."
"Noted," Isabela laughed. "So, what are we going to do with your hair?"
"Isa, I really don't mind what you do with it." Luisa sighed, shaking her head as she played with her hands.
Sensing something wasn't quite right with her hermanita, Isabela stopped messing with her hair for a moment and her brows knitted together as she moved to crouch down beside the chair. "Lu, do you not want to go to the baile with Emiliano anymore?" She raised an eyebrow at her when she looked her way after a few seconds. "You…you don't sound excited about it. If you don't want to go, I can tell mamá and I'm sure she'll be able…"
"No, I want to go," Luisa replied in a quiet voice. "I…I just don't know what to do or what to expect because I never imagined something like this would happen. I'm not the sort of chica that gets asked out to dances, Isa."
"What do you mean?" Isa asked, confused.
"I'm not beautiful like you. I don’t have ten hombres all longing for my attention at any one time, and I’m not bold like Lolita. I just pretend to be when I have no other choice,” Luisa admitted, losing her gaze and staring at her hands as they continued to wring together in her lap. “I see other chicas around town and while I love my gift – I really love it – I sometimes wish that I could be and look more like them because I just stand out looking like this. I want to go tonight, but I worry that people are going to think I don’t belong there and I’m going to look like un idiota. I like Emiliano too. I like him a lot and I…I don’t want him feeling embarrassed.”
Sighing under her breath, Isabela reached up and laid a hand over hers in her lap and waited for her to look at her again. “Lu, you are muy hermosa and I’m not just saying that because you’re my hermanita and I have to. You don’t have to worry about looking like other chicas either, honestamente. If everybody looked the same, I think things would be so boring and plain. You do stand out, I agree, but you shouldn’t feel bad about it. You are asombrosa and I wish I had even half the talent you do. As for Emiliano, do you actually believe he would have asked you to go with him to the dance tonight if he thought that you were just going to embarrass him?”
“I guess not…”
“He sees how special you are. You just need to be able to see that for yourself, hermana.”
“You sound like mamá.” Luisa chuckled, shaking her head.
“Yeah, I have spent ventidós años with her,” Isabela smirked. “I may have picked up a couple of things.”
Luisa gave her a smile and squeezed her hand. “Gracias, sis.”
“De nada,” Isabela replied. “Now, I think we might be done with both the hair and the makeup if you want to leave your hair the way it is, but we need to look for something for you to wear. Have you picked something?”
“I couldn’t decide, so I thought it would be better to wait for you.” Luisa told her.
“Good choice,” Isabela chuckled before she got to her feet and pulled her hermanita up from the chair, taking her by the arm so she could start to lead her from the room. “I want you to at least try to have some fun later on. You don’t want to spend the whole night worrying about what people are thinking because it’ll ruin it all.”
Luisa hummed her response. “Okay, I’ll do my best.”
“Good. If anyone steps out of line though, you tell me and I’ll deal with them.” Isabela nudged her playfully.
“I will,” Luisa grinned. “You can be sure of that…”
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“Are the girls still upstairs?” Agustín asked as he entered the kitchen to see his wife and daughter drinking tea.
“Yep, Isa said something about wanting to help Lu with her makeup,” Mirabel nodded while setting her teacup down on the table, carding a hand through her curls. “I bet she’s holding her hostage with those stupid vines.”
“Ay Mira,” Julieta chuckled. “You make it sound like she’s torturing her.”
Mirabel blinked at her mother for a moment. “Is she not? I know that would be my idea of torture…”
Julieta shook her head, smiling at her daughter when she went back to drinking her tea, and when her esposo pulled out the chair next to her at the table she poured him a cup and handed it to him. “I don’t think it will be too much longer now, they went up almost an hour ago,” She told him as he added a sugar cube and some milk to his tea, sighing and placing a hand on his knee under the table when he took a sip and looked at her. “I keep having these moments where I feel worried about her. I want her to have fun at the baile tonight with her amigas because it doesn’t happen much, but I know what she’s like and I know she’s going to be anxious.”
“I know what you mean, amor, but she won’t be there alone and I’m sure Emiliano will help her.” He soothed.
“Mmm…”
“Que? Do you not think so?”
It took her a minute to decide whether she should say what was on her mind, but she eventually turned in her chair so she was facing him. “I just…Emiliano has never taken an interest in her before and he’s never shown her any attention. I don’t even think he’s spoken to her that much, so him suddenly asking her out to a dance makes little sense to me. I haven’t said anything to her because it would just put bad thoughts in her head and I don’t want that, but I also don’t want to see her get hurt. He might just like her the way she likes him, I do see that, but there could be another side to it and that’s what scares me. I…I don’t know what I should think.”
“Corazón, it makes sense for you to be worried about her because you’re her mamá and she’s never been on a date before,” He pointed out. “I remember you were like this before you met Mariano, we both were, but then he turned out to be a caballero and even though things didn’t work out between him and Isa they did between him and Lolita. I love how much you love our hijas and want to protect them and stop them getting hurt, but you usually tend to worry and wear yourself out and then there turns out to be nothing to really worry about.”
Unable to argue with him about that, she gave him a silent nod in response.
“You won’t have to worry about this stuff with me, mamá, because I won’t be courting anyone.” Mira told her.
“Oh, won’t you?” Julieta fought to keep from smirking. “Julio is going to be muy decepcionada then.”
“Mamá!”
“Julio?”
“Pá…”
“Miraboo, who is this Julio?”
Rubbing her hands on her skirt when they began to sweat as she looked at her parents, Mirabel let out a deep sigh of relief when she heard footsteps approaching la cocina and had an excuse to turn around on her chair. Her mouth dropped open the moment her hermanas entered the room. It would have been an understatement to say Luisa looked beautiful. In the dress she wore to her quinceañera, her hair down and some light makeup on her face, she looked maravillosa and even she had to admit – for once – that Isa had done an amazing job. “Oh my gosh, you look great!” She laughed, standing from her chair and running over there to give her a hug.
“You, uh…” Luisa felt her cheeks heat up. “You don’t think it’s too much?”
“Nope.” Mirabel shook her head while taking her arms from around her.
“I am a genius.” Isa teased, twirling in place which made both her parents and hermanitas chuckle.
Moving her chair back a little so she could leave her husband at the table and make her way over to her hijas, Julieta laid a hand on Luisa’s arm when she reached them and gave her a smile when she looked at her. “You still look as beautiful in that vestido as you did at your quinceañera, mi princesa,” She told her gently. “Make sure you try and have fun while you’re at the dance, okay? Don’t worry about what anybody else might think.”
“I promised Isa I’ll do my best to.” Luisa replied.
“Mhm, and I promised her I would break Emiliano’s nose if she needs me to.” Isabela spoke up.
Glancing over her shoulder at her eldest hija, Julieta gave her a look. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Yes, of course, but if it does then count me in too.” Agustín said from the table.
“And me! I’m not being left out.” Mirabel crossed her arms.
Julieta turned to her husband again and tutted. “Ay Agustín, some role model for them you are.”
Rubbing at her arm, Luisa looked at the little clock on the wall before looking at her mother again at noticing the time. “I…I should probably go,” She said. “I told Emiliano I would meet him and the others down at the panadería because it would be simpler. He, uhm, he seemed a little intimidated at the thought of coming here.”
“Oh, what a caballero…” Mirabel muttered which earned her an elbow to the ribs from Isa.
“Do you need your pá or someone to walk you?” Julieta raised an eyebrow at her.
Luisa shook her head, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “It’s only down the road. I know the way, Mamá.”
“Just be careful, okay? And you can come home any time you like.” Julieta reminded her.
“I know,” Luisa nodded as she squeezed her hand before heading for the door to la cocina. “Buenos noches.”
Julieta and the others said the same back before Isa walked over to the table and sat down with a sigh.
“Mira’s right,” She said. “He asks her to the dance but he can’t be bothered enough to come and get her?”
“I can understand him being intimidated at the thought of coming here, honestamente,” Julieta admitted with a shrug. “Your papá used to sweat through his shirt on the days he came here to see me when we were courting. I swear, you lied to me once or twice about not feeling well because you didn’t want to have to see mi mamá.”
He shook his head and sipped at his tea. “It was the thought of seeing your mamá that made me unwell.”
“Really, Pá, Abuela scared you that much?” Mirabel laughed.
“Your abuela scares everyone.” He teased.
“True.”
“True.”
“True.”
“Mamá, do you think Lu will be all right tonight?” Isabela asked.
“I hope so, mi vida,” Julieta nodded with a glance at the doorway that led to the courtyard. “I hope so…”
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Curled up on the settee in the sitting room with a book, another cup of tea cooling on the table next to her, Julieta sighed as she tried and failed once again to get lost in it. Since her daughter left for the dance, she had been doing all she could to keep her mind occupied so as not to fret too much, but nothing had really worked. La cocina had been cleaned three times, all her arepas and bunuelos for tomorrow were made and stored away and now she wanted to just relax and wait for Luisa to come home, but her thoughts just wouldn’t stop racing.
Gus thought she was being worried unnecessarily, she knew, but she couldn’t say she agreed with him.
Her daughter, while she liked to be independent and conducted herself in such a cool and calm manner day to day, had always been such a sensitive girl and being accepted by those around her meant far more to her than she let on. It all started when she got her gift and slowly started to look and act less like the other children in town. Her amigas would push her away because they were worried she would hurt them or damage their toys. In time, they stopped asking her to play with them all together and her childhood – despite being a part of a familia as large as theirs – was such a lonely one. It still made her heart ache when she thought about it, truly.
Although she and Gus told her countless times how beautiful and special she was while she was growing up, it was never lost on her that she stood out and their words did little to help with the judgement she received. No one ever said anything negative to her face – they knew they would get an earful about it should they dare do such a thing – but they made remarks behind her back which she heard on a number of occasions. Often, the remarks were about her height or her build or her ‘freakish’ ability to lift things no other child could. Whether it was intentional or not, they singled her out and almost made her loathe herself and even now it angered her.
Her baby, though she was far from the tiny baby she once was, was nothing short of perfect in her eyes.
Her happiness meant more to her than she could ever imagine and that was why she encouraged her to attend the baile tonight, but ever since she found out that her date was Emiliano Lopez she had wanted nothing more than to take it all back. He was a handsome man, there was no disputing that, and Lu had liked him for quite some time which was why she was so thrilled when he asked her to go with him to the dance, but he always seemed to love himself a little too much for her liking and for that reason alone she wasn’t really fond of him. Her daughter was twenty though, a grown adult, and who was she to tell her who she could and couldn’t like?
Her mamá tried to do that her when she was about her age and she genuinely couldn’t have hated it more.
It was time for her to back away a little, she knew, but it was really the last thing she wanted to do.
“Interesting page? You have been reading the same one for about ten minutes.”
Her husband’s voice pulled her from her thoughts and she marked her place in her book, glancing up at him, before he pushed away from the doorframe he was leaning against and ventured into the sitting room. He sat down in the space next to her and she reached over to set her book down on the table next to her tea, letting him wrap an arm securely around her before she tucked her legs underneath her and cuddled against his chest. Her eyes closed for a second when he buried his lips in her curls, her hand coming to settle upon his knee as she hummed under her breath. “I keep telling myself not to worry about her, but something doesn’t feel right.”
“She’ll be home soon,” He reminded her. “I think she said the baile ends at ten. Only twenty minutes.”
“You think I’m being estúpido, don’t you?”
“No, I could never think that about you. I just think you’re a concerned mamá who wants the best for her hija and I love you for that. Honestamente though, I think we’d have heard by now if something had gone wrong.”
She made a sound of agreement. “Good point. I think maybe I need some tea. It normally helps.”
“I can make it,” He assured her. “You come with me. It might keep you from thinking for a couple minutes.”
She rolled her eyes at him in a teasing manner before he took his arm from around her and stood, holding his hand out to her and waiting for her to do the same. Once she’d taken his hand and laced her fingers with his, he began to lead her out of the sitting room and that was when they were met by Dolores. She wasn’t entirely certain what it was, but there was something in the way their sobrina was looking at them that made her heart sink. “I sent Mira down to the hall because I…I thought it was a better idea than sending Isa,” She told them. “Um…it sounded like the whole thing was a prank. Emiliano lost a bet and he had to take Luisa to the dance.”
Julieta didn’t know whether to burst into tears or scold her husband, telling him that she told him so, but she doubted that either of those things would do them or their little girl any good and so she chose to do neither. “Do…uhm…” She was unable to keep her voice from trembling with emotion. “Do you know where they are?”
Dolores listened for a moment and heard Mirabel remind Luisa they were nearly home and their mamá would know what to do. Looking at her tía once again, she hummed. “Nearly home. A couple minutes away, I’d say.”
Julieta turned to her esposo, releasing his hand so she could run her own down his arm. “Amor, could you go and wait outside for them to get home? I doubt she’ll want to talk about it, but it might make her feel better if one of us is there waiting. I’ll make her something warm to drink and then try to get her to open up about it.”
He nodded, not needing her to ask him twice, and stooped to kiss her on the cheek before walking away from her and Dolores and making his way out into the front garden. No sooner had he reached the doorstep did he see his daughters coming up the road, Luisa with her head down and Mirabel with an arm around her, and he suddenly felt this blazing anger take hold. He wanted to storm out into the dark night, looking in every public house for Emiliano until he found him, and then pummel the lad to within an inch of his life for what he had done to his daughter. He made her a laughing stock and humiliated her and the thought alone broke his heart.
“Lu…” He laid a hand on her arm when she and Mirabel reached him, his voice soft.
“I just want to go to bed,” She shook her head, not even looking him in the eye. “Buenos noches, Pa.”
She moved around him then and entered the house in silence, heading for the stairs and completely refusing to stop or even acknowledge her hermana was there when they met at the top. She just went into her room and slammed the door behind her, telling Isa everything she needed to know without words, and Gus was forced to grab her when she charged down the stairs and out into the garden. “It won’t do any good, Princesa, it’ll only make things worse.” He had to use all the strength he could muster to keep her from wrestling her way out of his hold, smoothing a hand over her hair when she eventually gave in and turned around to look at him again.
“I…what happened?” She demanded, the rage unmistakable in her eyes.
“I can only repeat what Lolita has told me and your mamá which is that this was nothing but a stupid broma,” He muttered, watching his girls look at each other for a second before they turned their attention back to him. “Emiliano apparently lost a bet with an amigo of his and his ‘punishment’ was to take Lu to the dance tonight. I don’t know what led to him telling her or what happened after that, but your mamá is going to sit with her.”
Isabela nodded. “And why am I not breaking every bone in his body right now, exactly?”
“I think your mother has enough to worry about at the minute with Lu without having to worry about where you are at the same time,” He explained. “Believe me though, I feel the exact same and he’ll do his best not to bump into me in town if he knows what’s good for him. I should have listened to your mamá. She was right.”
Mirabel blinked at him. “Well yeah, she kinda always is.”
“Like the time she told you not to go into that campo to get flowers for her on your anniversary.” Isabela said.
“And that time she told you not to lean on the railing.”
“And that time she said not to go into la cocina because she just mopped the floor and it was slippery.”
“All right, I get it! Your mother is always right and I was un idiota,” He replied. “But that’s not important.”
“No,” Isa agreed, shaking her head. “Lu is what matters.”
“But what can we do?” Mirabel asked.
Gus sighed. “Nothing for the momento. She needs to start talking about what happened before anyone can do anything to help her and if there is one person capable of getting her to open up about this, it is your mamá.”
Funnily enough, neither girl could disagree with him.
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Julieta had to use her hip to open the door to her hija’s room, what with having a cup of tea in one hand and a arepa on a plate in the other, and the sight she was met with broke her heart. Her beautiful dress and shoes were in a sorry state in the corner of the room, clearly where she had launched them, the necklace and bracelet Isabela lent her next to them, and she was curled up in a ball on the bed with her back to her. In spite of not being able to see her face, her quiet gasps and the way her shoulders heaved every couple seconds told her she was crying and she sighed under her breath as she walked across the bedroom and set the cup and plate down.
Her little girl refused to so much as turn over to look at her and she had no doubt she knew she was there, so she just got onto the bed and laid down behind her. Running her hand down her arm, she kissed the back of her head through her crazy curls and heard her breath hitch. “Mi bebé…” Her voice was softer than a whisper.
“I thought he liked me, Mamá, I really did,” Luisa managed to whimper through her tears, tightening her hold of the little teddy in her hand. “He was such a caballero earlier on and so nice to me, but then he…he took me for a walk and…and he kissed me and that was when his amigos came. All of them were laughing and Angelo told him he’d been punished enough and he was allowed to drop the act. He never even said anything to me, he just left with them. I should have known though, Mamá, no hombre would ever really want a girl like me. Hombres like girls like Isa and Dolores, girls who are beautiful and popular, and I am neither of those things.”
Julieta, try as she might, was unable to keep the tears from dancing down her cheeks as she hid her face in her curls. Her sweet girl – her baby – had been made to go through such an ordeal tonight without a single soul in her corner. Her heart had been torn out and well and truly stamped on and to say the thought of what she had to go through made her feel sick would have been putting it lightly. She was worthy of so much more, she really was, and the fact that she couldn’t even see that for herself thanks to the comments of other people truly angered her. In her eyes, she was beyond perfect and she couldn’t work out why other people couldn’t see that.
“I promise you, querida, one day you are going to meet someone who loves you for exactly who you are.” Was her quiet response as she held her close, stroking errant dark curls back behind her ear while she spoke to her.
“Mamá…”
“I…”
“Mamá, look at me!” It was then that Luisa turned around at long last, her chest heaving from her outburst.
“I am looking at you, Luisa,” Julieta comforted, palming the tears from her cheeks. “Do you know what I see?”
“Ruined makeup?” Luisa muttered.
Julieta chuckled under her breath at her remark. “No, what I see is the most beautiful young woman who has the purest heart of anyone I have ever known. You are so patient and kind and compassionate and you always make me so proud to be your Mamá. I just wish you could see yourself the way I do because then you would be able to see just how special you are. If Emiliano couldn’t see that for himself then he is the idiota in all this, not you, because he has no idea how wonderful you are. Honestamente though, he’s not the kind of hombre I want for you anyway. He’s too in love with himself to actually love anyone else and I don’t want that for you.”
Luisa nodded. “I think I just liked the idea of being wanted. Of being the sort of girl hombres noticed.”
“You don’t need to be noticed by all hombres,” Julieta smiled. “You only need to be noticed by one right one.”
“You really think something like that will happen for me, Mamá?” Luisa raised an eyebrow at her, sceptical.
“I guarantee it,” Julieta leaned in to give her a kiss on the forehead. “It may not happen right away, you might have to wait a little bit, but when you meet him you’ll be in no doubt. You won’t even have to think about it.”
Luisa looked at her for a second. “Was is it like that for you? Did you know Pá was the one when you met?”
“Not quite that soon, I think I was only about nine or ten when we met, but when I fell for him that was it,” Julieta confessed. “Some people sit around for weeks, questioning if what they are feeling is actually love or if it could be something else completely, but I never needed to do any of that. I knew I would marry him one day.”
“I don’t think it’s going to be that simple for me.” Luisa sighed.
“Maybe not, but you won’t know for sure until the time comes and you meet him.” Julieta reminded her.
Luisa cuddled close to her mother when she put an arm around her shoulders, allowing her to bury a soft kiss in her hair, and she couldn’t help but smile when she reached for her cup of tea and pushed it into her hands. She could feel her running her hand through her hair while she took a sip and when she laid her head on her shoulder the two of them shared a smile. “I think I’m going to stop thinking about hombres for a while,” She admitted. “I would rather wait a couple more years and meet the right one than go through this again, Mamá.”
“I think you should,” Julieta smoothed a hand tenderly over her curls. “But you know that if you ever need to talk – about anything in general, not just something like this – I am always here to listen to you, don’t you?”
“I do,” Luisa assured her, stretching up to feather a kiss against her cheek. “I really do…”
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… Mirabel x Julieta x Augustín three-way
I am laughing really hard imagining how a comment like this would go over on a mainstream Encanto forum.
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Sets of three ✨️
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Turning Red fanart since it's in theaters
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I know this movie is recent-ish, but the lack of an Encanto series is still crazy to me.
Like, it doesn't even need crazy magical lore, it can be episodic, it's so simple:
Family dynamics not seen in the movie
Why doesn't Mirabel have a gift (theory of her being the next matriarch being the most obvious one)
Seeing the other rooms
Bruno's new interactions with the townspeople and the family
FERAL ISABELA!!!
Dolores and Mariano
Unexplored trauma with Dolores and Camilo, GET THEM THEIR SOLO SONGS!!!!
The dads' sides of the family
Abuela Alma trying to do better
Childhoods of the triplets
On that same note, how the couples met each other.
More on Alma and Pedro. Etc
And if you wanted new stuff, HAVE THEM OPEN THE ENCANTO TO LET MORE PEOPLE IN, new technology that Encanto doesn't have access to, new ideas and cultures - it can even bring drama if the new people try to do bad things and the family goes all x-men on them.
It's so many possibilities that if they never do it it's a damn shame.
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The Cousins Discuss Some Gossip
Happens after this. The Madrigal cousins discuss about Chepe and in the end Camilo tomfoolery scares Bruno lol.
God this comic took so long lol because of the amount of detail I like to put in.
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my encanto analysis/headcanon that no one asked for
so, i was just looking through some encanto fanart and headcanons and came across this piece (artist: https://mobile.twitter.com/ye_enc):
abuela had triplets - julieta, pepa, and bruno. both julieta and pepa had three kids - isabella, luisa, and mirabel for julieta, and dolores, camilo, and antonio for pepa.
what i noticed is that for each batch of three, each individual falls under a certain category, and it seems to follow by age.
julieta was, as this lovely fanart shows, likely depended on quite frequently for her ability to heal via her cooking. her gift would have been the most useful and therefore she likely would have been praised the most as “the perfect one”.
this, of course, next falls to isabella, who we see this with the most frequently. abuela very clearly is living the life she wished she could have lived through isabella, and is viewed as the perfect golden child by everyone around her.
dolores is a little different, but i believe she still fits the trope. she is basically the physical embodiment of “seen but not heard.” she keeps quiet on the things she knows would upset her family and doesn’t make herself heard, even when she is in pain, whether physical or emotional. she doesn’t tell anyone that she knows bruno has been living in the walls for the ten years he’s been missing; she doesn’t tell anyone about her feelings for mariano, because she knows that will upset abuela and her cousin’s “perfect for the encanto” arrangement; and one can only imagine how loud certain things are to her, that are endurable for us (fireworks, for example).
next are the middle children: pepa, luisa, and camilo. all of them have some kind of pressure on their shoulders. (and - just a fun thing i noticed - while luisa’s literal pressure is the many things she carries, pepa’s pressure is atmospheric pressure, because she controls the weather. but anyway, lol).
all three of these characters are told in one way or another to bottle up their emotions and keep them buried inside. with pepa, we see this very directly as she is constantly told by the other characters (especially abuela) to, as the fanart above shows, calm down and essentially turn off her emotions because of the damage she can cause with her weather powers. this kind of reminds me of the “conceal, don’t feel” thing that elsa had with her gloves. both pepa and elsa demonstrate the same growth throughout their movies, too - learning to accept themselves and their abilities and thus being able to control them instead of being controlled by them - but, i digress.
luisa, by contrast, is indirectly told to keep her emotions at bay. she is treated as something of a useful tool, both by the town and by abuela, and seen in a very masculine light despite her relatively feminine personality. because of this treatment and the expectation that she will always be strong that comes with it, she falls into the same category as pepa.
camilo, like dolores, is a little different, but still fits. we don’t see much of him in the movie, but i imagine he is depended on as being the funny one. if anyone reading this is into k-pop or bts, think of camilo as like the j-hope or the jin of the group. he’s always expected to be funny and smiling, lifting everyone else’s spirits - but who lifts his spirits?
and lastly, we have the youngest siblings - bruno, mirabel, and antonio. they fit into the roll, of course, of the scapegoat, of family disappointments.
bruno was rejected by the town and by his family, seen as a harbinger of chaos and horror, a bad omen - all because he can see the future, something that he obviously cannot control. but, of course, it’s easier to simply blame someone else than accept the truth or take responsibility for your own actions.
mirabel, of course, is treated in much the same way. she is seen as a bad omen, as well, and is quite literally feared to be the one who will destroy the family and the encanto, because of bruno’s vision.
antonio does not quite fit into this category, but i think if he had not gotten a gift, he would have been shunned in much the same way as bruno or mirabel. it can also be argued that his gift isn’t really very useful, and we can see abuela struggle for a moment to think of how they could put his gift to use at the breakfast at the beginning of the movie (”i told them to warm up your seat”).
anyway - this is all to say that each of the siblings in each of the batches of three appears to fill (or almost fill) the same rolls. i’m sure someone else has already noticed this and i’m just late to the party - but i thought it was cool.
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They couldn’t see Pedro, but he was there. - part 2
part 1
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Thanks for all the likes, reblogs and comments. :)
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THE THIEF AND THE PROPHET
CHAPTER 2: 【 THE DEVIL'S HANGED MAN 】
「 The celebrations have begun! It's a joyous time of laughter, reminiscing, and preparation in the days leading up to the wedding of Dolores and Mariano. Well...for everyone else, at least.
Bruno finds himself a little overwhelmed by all the festivities, feeling a lot of pressure to not make accidentally 'ruining weddings' a tradition of his.
It doesn't help that the strange talisman he won in a dice game is attracting a lot of unwanted attention when it's revealed that the jewel merchant is said to be a 'gold thief' who lures people in with stories and 'fools gold' in exchange for real gold.
Meanwhile, the mysterious jewel merchant, Chel, returns home, where she mopes in a bath after finding another gray hair. Thankfully, her sister, Inés, is there to boost her spirits, as are the magical charms of her youngest nephew, Vito. 」
✨| CHAPTER 3:
A flashback to almost 12 years ago right before Mirabel's ceremony and Bruno's disappearance. Chel returns to The Encanto with her family and has a conversation with a mysterious stranger.
Thank you so much for waiting patiently for this chapter! There's a lot of information leading into the next. Everything has meaning and nothing is a mistake. Would love to hear your thoughts and feedback!
HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th!
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HEADCANON: Little Mirabel spent so much time with Julieta that she started copying her in many things. One of those things was repeating words/phrases she used the most, and often she was just in-sync with Julieta. So just imagine Julieta and this 3-4yo Mirabel sighing and saying at the same time “Ay Agustín” whenever he got hurt.
#encanto#encanto headcanons#julieta madrigal#mirabel madrigal#agustin madrigal#julieta and mirabel#cute#adorable#fluffy!!!#it lives in my head rent-free#I CAN INTO NICE THINGS!
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the way I don’t even know anything about this card game i just saw new mirabel design and !!!!
wish other madrigals had new outfits too but atleast mirabel got one!
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Finally got around to updating Making of a Miracle! I am struggling with writer’s block today and after posting the first chapter of my hurt/comfort fic yesterday, I thought it might be nice to do something a little sweeter. Hope you like this!
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Encanto Masterlist
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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Camilo x Reader Headcanons
Camilo proposing to you
Camilo taking care of you while you're sick
Yandere!Camilo x Reader
Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic
Camilo simping over Reader
Camilo x insecure!reader
Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include
Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include
Jealous!Camilo x Reader
Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh
Stealing Camilo's ruana would include
Camilo comforting you when you're crying
Camilo simping over Magical!Reader
Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time
Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader
Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you
Dancing with Camilo Madrigal
Imagine :
None
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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity
Imagine :
None
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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Pepa x Reader Headcanons
Imagine :
None
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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons
Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews
Imagine :
None
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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include
Imagine :
None
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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
None
Imagine :
Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety
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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Isabela dating a botanist
Imagine :
None
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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons
Imagine :
None
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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader
Imagine :
None
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AWWWW
the new encanto book "bruno's other gift" seems so sweet!
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