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wipbigbang · 5 months

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WIPBB 2023 - Fic & Art Master List (# - L)

Below is the master list of all the bragging rights/posts that were posted to Tumblr and Dreamwidth, organized alphabetically by fandom from numbers to L. Please go show these people some love for all the hard work they did!

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Beyond Appearances: Art (Evan Buckley/Sophia Diaz)

When You Say My Name: Fic | Art Post 1 | Art Post 2 (Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz)

A Song Of Ice and Fire/Game Of Thrones

Watch the world burn; i set it all alight for you: Fic/Art (Jon Snow/Daenerys Targarean)

Angel: the Series/Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Deep Dark Sky: Fic (Connor/Dawn Summers)

Bungou Stray Dogs

half-time soulmate, full-time problem (so hold me like a grudge): Fic | Art (Nakahara Chuuya/Dazai Osamu)

Chalion Saga/World of the Five Gods

Penric's Last Ride: Fic | Art (Penric, Desdemona, the Bastard)

Criminal Minds

Half Broke Horses: Fic (Art On AO3) (Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss)

DC Comics

Batman

Fatherhood: Fic | Art (Implied Bruce Wayne/Jim Gordon)

right place, wrong time: Fic | Art (Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne)

Batman/Green Arrow

Grains of the Golden Sand: Fic (Dick Grayson/Roy Harper)

DC Comics (Batman)/Prodigal Son

9 Crimes: Fic | Art (Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Malcolm Bright, Gil Arroyo, Jessica Whitly, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Alfred Pennyworth, The Joker, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson)

Dead Poets Society

Spotlight: Fic (Chris Noel/Ginny Danburry)

Disney

Disney's Descendants

And I won’t lie down, roll over, and die: Fic (Gil/Harry Hook/Uma)

Nothing in this world by myself to protect me: Fic (Jay/Carlos De Vil, Evie/Mal, Evie/Jay, Evie/Carlos de Vil, Evie/Jay/Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Mal, Ben/Jay, Jay/Mal, Mal/Carlos de Vil, Ben/Evie)

Disney Fairies

Death at the Hollow: Fic/Art (Fawn/Nyx)

Encanto

A Single Thread of The Tapestry: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Camilo & Mirabel & Mariano, Mirabel & Camilo & Madrigal family)

How do you know what your life is worth: Fic | Art (Camilo & Mirabel, Mirabel & Pepa, Isabela & Pepa, Isabela & Luisa, Luisa & Abuela & Bruno, Bruno & Camilo, Félix & Julieta, Agustín & Dolores, Félix/Pepa, Agustín/Julieta)

Doctor Who/The Picture of Dorian Gray/Torchwood

Passing Through: Art (Dorian Gray/Jack Harkness)

Dracula/Jane Eyre/Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

A Field of Thorns: Fic (Sherlock Holmes/Dracula)

Dragon Age II

Kindling: Fic | Art (Fem!Hawke/Fenris)

Set Yourself On Fire: Fic | Art (Marian & Garrett, Marian & Carver, Marian & Varric, Referenced Fenris/F!Hawke and Anders/M!Hawke)

ER (NBC)

Touch and Go: Fic | Art (Abby Lockhart/Kerry Weaver)

Final Fantasy IV/Final Fantasy VI/Final Fantasy IX/Final Fantasy X

Magical Girl Rydia - Summon the Four Warriors of Light!: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Rydia/Yuna)

Generation Kill

Bradley the Damned: Fic/Art (Brad Colbert/Nate Fick, Walt Hasser/Ray Person)

Good Omens (TV)

The Rain We Thought Would Last Forever and Ever (Remix): Fic (Art On AO3) (Aziraphale/Crowley)

Harry Potter

Black House Will Rock: Art (Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Lestrange)

Repertum: Fic/Art (Harry Potter/Severus Snape)

Harry Potter/CSI/Hocus Pocus

And now you're mine: Fic (Harry Potter/Greg Sanders)

Harry Potter/DC Comics (Batman)

Reflection: Fic/Art (Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rubeus Hagrid, Original Characters)

It (2017/2019)

faraway look: Fic (Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon)

Jak And Daxter

alien lands (overflowing with dust): Fic/Art (Jak/Daxter, Jak/Sig, past Damas/Sig)

The Red Prison: Fic/Art (Errol/Torn, Jak/Ashelin)

Jane Austen/Temeraire (Naomi Novik)

To the Rigor of Service: Fic/Art (Elizabeth Bennet & Charlotte Lucas, pre-Anne Elliot/Frederick Wentworth)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Phantom Origins: Fic | Art (Itadori Yuuji/Yoshino Junpei, Yoshino Junpei & Yoshino Nagi, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara, Fushiguro Megumi & Kugisaki Nobara & Yoshino Junpei, Iguchi Takeshi & Itadori Yuuji & Sasaki Setsuko)

Knives Out

No Charm Equal: Fic (Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera)

Kuroko no Basuke

Three Little Words: Fic (Kasamatsu Yukio/Kise Ryouta)

Last Binding Series (Freya Marske)

The New Blyth Traditions: Fic (Robin Blyth & Maud Blyth, Robin Blyth/Edwin Courcey, Maud Blyth/Violet Debenham)

League of Legends: Arcane

bring me java, bring me joy: Fic | Art (Caitlyn Kiramman/Vi)

Lord of the Rings (Book)

both the sweet and the bitter: Fic On Dreamwidth | Fic On Tumblr (Arwen Undómiel, Elrond Peredhel, Bilbo Baggins, Original Characters)

#wip big bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #fandom event #!completed shit #!artwork #!2023

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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👻 Oh I hope you draw Wolf! Mirabel and Alma dragging the boys back from the bar one day.

“Felix…I think we drank too much last night. We’re not as young as we once were.”

“No shit.”

“Do you…do you remember something about a dog? I think we ran into a stray dog at some point?”

“Nah Bro, I think you were seeing things.”

“Ugh Mirabel not getting a gift has me stressed out. I think I’m going to take some of Juli’s hangover cure and spend a good day with my youngest.”

“Sounds like a plan. Mind bringing some of that up to me? I’m dying here.”

PLEASE. THEY ARE SO CONFUSED. They Fr can’t remember huh 💀💀 goofy ahh

Stand Agustín for wanting to spend time with Mirabel doe, we love that <333 hopefully he’s not like the others in thinking she’s Abuela’s favorite. Cause. My heart would break. Again.

AND INDEED I WILL DRAW THAT!!

Alma and Mirabel knowing full well they were the “stray dog” they say the night before:

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto agustín #encanto felix #werewolf alma and mirabel au

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julietas-basil · 2 years

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This is a short fic,that erupted in my mind after drawing a random scene for hand and head placement. The drawing is under the 'keep reading' cut. Hope you'll enjoy!

Also celebrating mental health awareness and what is truly defined as masculinity

(if your ego is hurt get out of my blog please)

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Agustin is more self-conscious about his accident prone nature,despite getting the unconditional love from his rightful wife,his mind never fails to attack him in dark hours. Julieta is there to resurrect his mental strength and devote her work to close his not-confessed wounds.

"𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸 𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓶𝓪𝓼"

Julieta never complained for what made Agustin as a whole. His imperfection being all about she fell in love with,no excuses but the truth. Whenever her eyes glanced at his presence her stomach lit up with thousands of fireworks and as many years went by Noone could admit she was wrong...

When she healed him everyday,the sigh that oh so frequently huffed off her lips; 'Ay Agustín-' wasn't one of a woman who had been fed up from his constant injuries. In fact, was one of her favorite times during the days was the comfort of his presence,the one that she lingered to have next to her for as long as it was possible. The loving mother of his children,his paraíso embraced his clumsiness long before he could even notice and offered her world to him since 7 years before the married their souls as one and created a wonderful Familia.

Nevertheless,Agustín felt like one of her biggest burdens 2 times,3 times,4 times waiting on that long line. Poor man just couldn't stray away from accidents as much as he wanted,resulting in appearing in Julieta's healing line on repeat. Something inside him ached whenever he glanced at her delicate features alter slightly when she sees him.

He sensed that he was an obstacle to her overbearing routine,that seemed to absorb much of her energy even during the nights. They were married for years now and the same doubts could never dissappear from his mind it was like a nightmare that threatened to overrule his whole existence,like a wolf hunting its prey before consuming it ;all of it.

He messed up his hair,his fingers interlocked around Greyish locks with hatred,gripping onto it. He didn't care anymore of how destroyed he looked,the monster hiding in the labyrinth of his heart was much more scary than this. Angry tears begun rolling off his eyes and down his cheeks -like heavy rain- like his soul was grieving from loss,wetting his freshly shaved mustache. He winced and hissed as the salty liquid entered his cuts,his fists clenched.

The thoughts in his mind kept twirling around invading his peaceful mind non-stop,eating up every sanity he had left. With unknown force,His knuckles collided powerfully with the wooden surface of their bedroom door. Another shot of anger rushed through him,wanting to scream so loud but he couldn't...he didn't want to worry Julieta again (it was the very last thing he desired). The tall man let out a couple of cursing words,massaging his bruised and swollen knuckles in the process.

Without knocking, Julieta stepped in with a curious look on her face,her sweet smile never loosing its form.

'Maybe dolores heard-'

Agustín squiled surprised (thinking),instantly turning his back to their bed. A great way to hide his almost broken hand behind his back. Though, there was one thing he didn't hide, as the younger adult was too busy fighting with the evil within his head to take care of.

"¿Amor, estás bien?"

Julieta stepped onto the dressed floor cautiously,glancing more intentionally towards Agustin,who now looked like a deer in the headlights. She rushed her feet towards his form, her hands gently placed on his cheeks, rubbing them in reassurance-

Whatever was torturing his mind she wanted to know,if there was something she couldn't bare staring at was her dear esposo dying in secret-

"Agustín,mi cielo

please tell me what's wr-"

He burst into tears,how could he think he would be so strong to hide everything from his wife,who had only loved him so much-more than anyone in his life- the teardrops fell like waterfalls now,coating the healer's hand.

"I'm sorry,I'm sorry,I'm sorr-"

There he was again,apologizing for what wasn't his fault,for what made him the person Julieta went head over heels for. She stroked his burning flesh with her thumb. Speaking up before he would mutter any other nonsense-

"Shh, don't cry Corazón,it's okay..."

She just remained there,

She didn't bother asking what was scratching his wounds. The cook kept staring at him,more like every detail of his soul... Wiping off, the stained remainings of his internal pain. She let a nearly silent exhale,her face now becoming a mirror of his own sadness. And yes she was sad for him, not because he was crying again but mostly for what could partly and quite possibly be her fault. She pushed his face on her chest and Agustin snaked his hands around her waist,hugging her closer than ever. His trembling breath warmed the side of her neck, she didn't care though,all she did was to brush his fussy hair currently.

She understood everything she had to understand now. It was obvious-

Her hands,managed to caress his most catastrophic fears out of his back,while whispering the sweetest of whispers and kissing his mind off the chaos that vandalized his happiness. From that moment after,she made sure to leave a remark of their love every time he visited for a healing arepa and he adored every single part of it. He made sure that his presents were also promised,some nights they had to themselves.

And he was weak for the tears that glistened down his fair skin;he was rather strong for growing four wonderful flowers in his heart that held him each hour he seemed to trip and fall into his self-doubt...

#encanto angst #encanto fluff #hurt/comfort #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #omg #so oof #encanto #i was so happy for this #big thanks to julietaswifey for helping out with this #kisses #encanto fic #cute #depressed agustin wasnt my intention #agustin shouldnt be depressed #but i hc he was at some point we are all hoomans after all

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aurelia11fan · 2 years

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First of Many

Agustín and Julieta have their first kiss—and they aren’t even dating

It was afternoon.

It was summer.

Agustín Rojas was 19 and Julieta Madrigal was 21. They were curled up underneath their favorite tree, the one that housed their childhood memories of climbing in its branches and eating shaved ice in the shade. A book of poetry, written in both Spanish and French was open in Agustin’s lap. Julieta could have fallen asleep listing to his deep, rich voice read both languages effortlessly and relaxed further against his shoulder as she listened for the French words— les mots française—that sounded similar to those in their native tongue.

Agustín had such a gift for languages, born from his love of music, and she never tired of listening to whichever one he decided to speak and he never tired of lovingly teasing her as she tried to pronounce them. She was a healer, not a linguist and loved appreciating the gift that he possessed just as he did for her. Julieta smiled and looked up at her best friend in the world and snuggled more deeply into Agustin’s shoulder. They had finished their talking and eating more than an hour ago, and food items littered the grass where they sat. Both were barefoot, Julieta having abandoned her favorite alpargatas a good while ago and Agustín had soon followed her lead. It had felt nice to take his dress shoes off especially in the heat of the early afternoon and she stretched her legs so her feet were closer to his and wiggled her toes in response to the breeze. As she did, Julieta felt herself struck by a familiar, yet somewhat frightening feeling which had been growing in her for some time. Agustín was mid sentence when she finally spoke softly.

“Hey, Gus?”

“Yeah?”

Agustín closed the book and glanced fondly at the warm brown eyes staring up at him. He brushed a jacaranda petal off her hair and held it up to her with a lazy smile, as his glasses sat slightly crooked on his face from where her head had nudged them.

“Do I make a wish?” Julieta asked, referencing another childhood game.

“Go for it.”

She looked at the petal for only a moment before raising her head just slightly and placing her lips on his.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds until Julieta pulls away, waiting to see what Agustín does. She fervently hopes she didn’t upset him. They aren’t courting, at least not officially, nor have they made any feelings of that nature explicitly known.

However.

It’s almost as if they don’t have to. They’ve been attached at the hip since they were children. The leaning on his shoulder, snuggling next to him—it had come so naturally to them over the years and she now can’t remember the point where it had even started.

Didn’t all friends do that?

Weren’t all best friends this close?

Weren’t all best friends… in love with each other?

Probably not.

Julieta begins to panic. She really should have asked him first.

Before she can worry too much, Agustín’s warm hand covers her jaw and brings her mouth back to his. He tilts a bit too far and the pesky frames of his glasses bump her face, but they ignore it. There is another warm breeze blowing and it seems to tighten their embrace, bringing them closer together.

This feeling. It feels normal.

Like the first time they held hands.

The first time Julieta leaned her head on Agustín and fell asleep on his shoulder.

The first time he noticed a stray hair and reached forward to fix it.

The time he stayed at Casita for dinner and ended up getting sick after losing a drinking contest with Pepa. He had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor and woke with her in his arms. It was the best hangover of his life.

Now their first kiss.

And not their last.

Only one more “first” of many.

Agustín pulls away and grins at Julieta. She can’t help but return the sentiment. Then she leans back in his shoulder, friendship still very much intact, but only deeper.

Apparently, he didn’t mind at all.

This little drabble was partially inspired by Bored57’s amazing work Mutually Assured Attachment. It’s on Ao3 and it’s an amazing read.

Go check it out!

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djnikkij · 10 months

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In Another Life You Were Mine

Chapter 3: Echoes of Destiny

Julíeta's Perspective:

As I stepped onto the stage, the bright lights illuminating the grand theater, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. The audience buzzed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting the show's start. It was my moment to shine, showcase my talent, and bring joy to everyone around me.

My eyes searched involuntarily for a familiar face among the sea of faces. Agustín. I caught glimpses of him during rehearsals, always focused, always looking out for our safety. Something about him intrigued me, an undeniable connection I couldn't explain. But duty called, and I had to push those thoughts aside.

Music began to play, enveloping the theater with its enchanting melody. I let the rhythm guide me, my body moving effortlessly to the choreography ingrained in my muscle memory. With each graceful step, I lost myself in the performance, pouring my heart and soul into every movement.

Amidst the whirlwind of colors and sounds, I could sense his presence. It felt like an invisible thread tying our fates together. There was a moment of silent recognition when our gazes met, acknowledging a connection that transcended words. But as quickly as it happened, performance demands pulled us apart, and I had to focus on my role.

Agustín's Perspective:

I watched from the wings of the stage, my heart pounding with admiration and protectiveness. Julíeta was a force of nature, her every movement captivating the audience. As I observed her graceful dance, her passion radiated through the theater, leaving everyone in awe.

But amidst the applause and the spotlight, my eyes never strayed far from her. There was an unspoken magnetism, a pull that drew me closer to her. It was like the universe conspired to unite us, intertwining our lives in ways I couldn't comprehend.

With every leap and twirl, Julíeta exuded vibrant energy that resonated deep within me. I wanted to know her, to unravel her persona layers beyond the stage. There was vulnerability beneath her confident facade, a story waiting to be shared.

As the performance reached its crescendo, our eyes met. In that fleeting connection, I felt a spark, a flicker of recognition that echoed through my soul. It was as if we had known each other in another life, connected by a bond that surpassed time and space.

But as the final notes echoed through the theater, our connection was sadly severed. Duty called, and we were swept away by the show's demands. Yet, Julíeta's lingering presence remained etched in my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that our paths were destined to cross again.

Echoes of Destiny reverberated through the air, whispering promises of an extraordinary journey yet to come. This is where love and adventure collide in a symphony of emotions. Little did we know that the stage was merely the beginning. Our intertwined destinies would lead us down a path filled with passion, danger, and love that defied all odds.

#encanto fanfic #Julieta and Agustin Madrigal #julieta madrigal #Agustín Madrigal

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achitka · 2 years

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Doors (Chapter 15) Sisters Three

Time for the sisters to have a little bonding time...

Sisters Three

The three daughters of Julieta and Agustín Madrigal were intrigued. Together they sat in Mirabel’s room looking at the image of the Encanto at night. It did not appear to be painted on the wood either. All throughout the town were points of light, some smaller, some larger moving in and out of the houses, shops, other buildings. Luisa pointed out one of the biggest and decided it must be a stray donkey that was past the edge of the town. It had been Luisa that had noticed the building tops when their father snagged the edge of the rug, flipping a corner of it when they were touring rooms with everyone else. She pulled Isabela and Mirabel aside and suggested they have a sleepover to investigate. Mira had Casita move all the furniture from the center of the floor so they could pull back the rug.

Isa was lying on the sofa watching something happening in a glade near the tiny plaza. Having lived here their whole lives they were surprised by the actual size of the town and with all the new folks, there were new streets being built. There was even an image of Casita. While it was fun to watch for a while, eventually it got boring, so they replaced the rug and Casita moved the furniture back into place.

“So, Mira,” Luisa started, “I wanted to ask a favor.”

“Sure, what do you need.”

“Pants and a few shirts.”

“Oh, me too!” Isa said.

“I don’t know guys; I just promised Camilo I’d work on the costumes for his play, plus I mean, I’ve never actually sewn pants before.”

“Never?”

Mirabel shook her head and said, “No, I’ve repaired them but never made them from start to finish. Papá knows, why not ask him?” Luisa and Isabela looked at each other and then looked at her as if to say, that’s crazy. “Well then what about Abuelo Joseph. I bet he’d do for you.”

“Can you ask him for us?” Isa asked.

“Why, you’re a grown woman…Ooooohhh, right. Both of you?” Nods, “Fine, I’m guessing sooner and not later?” More nods. Mirabel sighed and said, “Well I guess I should at least measure you before I go. Don’t want to make extra work for him. Maybe I can get him to teach me…” Mirabel set about that and was almost done when there was a gentle knock on the door.

Normally whoever it was would just walk in, but the knock had been so tentative. “Come in!” Mirabel said as she wrote down the last of Luisa’s measurements. Whoever it was still did not enter so Isa opened the door and Camilo was there with his arms piled high with material.

“Hey Mira,” he said and stopped seeing it was Isabela. He looked past the pile and spotted Mira who was putting away her things. Casita moved the worktable and Camilo plopped the fabric there. “If you have a few minutes I wanted to match the fabrics with the costumes.”

“We can come back later,” Luisa said.

“Ummm, can you stay? I think I’m gonna need a little help with all of this.” Mirabel said looking at the pile of fabric.

“Okay,” Isa said and closed the door again.

“Great! Camilo how about you shift into the characters, and we can match up the fabrics,” Mirabel said pulling out her sketches, some thumb tacks, and a pair of scissors.

Camilo started with Antonio and stood up on the stool that Luisa recently vacated. He looked at the first sketch and shifted. Clothes fit but were an interesting shade of green. Isa was sorting the material by color and print while Luisa looked for a match. She held up two and Mirabel had her move closer to Cam/Antonio. She had Cam look at both. He shifted and only the shirt color changed. Mirabel studied them for a moment and picked the one on the left. She draped the cloth around him measured of a length and pinched it. She took that back to the table and cut off a span, then snipped off a corner and took the matching sketch and pinned the paper to board nearby. She then tacked the snipped corner near the sketched shirt.

This went on for at least forty minutes and when they were done, Camilo hopped off the stool and said with a too toothy grin and flourished bow, “My thanks, m’ladies.” and disappeared out the door. Mirabel shook her head and walked over to close it. “Jerk ran away without helping to pick up the mess.” She paused, looking at the random artwork on her door and smiled all over again.

As they gathered up the unused pieces, Luisa found a folded paper in between one of the larger pieces of cloth. “Oh, this all must have come from Abuelo Joseph’s shop,” she said holding it up.

“Nice, I can bring back the extra and ask while I’m there,” Mirabel said with a yawn. “Wow, I’m really tired.”

“It is getting late,” Luisa said, and Isa joined her. They stood on either side of Mirabel and faced her towards the door.

“Not to be nosy,” Isa began, “but any idea what’s up with…” and she pointed to the door.

“I’m not sure, haven’t really had any time to think about it really,” Mirabel said, “Popi thinks Casita is trying to show me something about my future. It kinda makes me a little nervous. What do you think it means?”

“Have you touched it?” Luisa asked.

“No, why?” Mirabel asked.

“You should touch it,” Isa said not answering her question.

“You two are freaking me out,”

From behind Mirabel, Luisa was giving Isa a cut off sign and Isa tilted her head doing her best ‘Señorita Perfecta’ and said, “I guess it’s not important. I just wondered is all, I mean it’s on the inside only, which for this house is weird.” Isabela almost said more, but Luisa cracked her knuckles and Isa shut her mouth then wandered back over to the sofa and flopped down on it.

Mirabel went closer to the door, and saw a small bird in the branches of larger tree. It kinda looked like Nadia, the harpy eagle that now resided in Antonio’s room. Luisa now stood next to her peering at the bird. Mirabel knelt and raised a hand to touch something poking out behind the tall grasses. She couldn’t see it clearly as it blended in so well. She blinked and it was gone.

She pulled her hand back and decided she didn’t want to touch the door just yet so she returned to her bed and sat down. Luisa came over and sat beside her and the awkward silence that followed was not broken until Mirabel asked, “Isa, Luisa said there was something new you learned to do with your gift.”

Isa perked up then and asked, “Should I tell you? Or show you?”

“Oh, show me for sure.” Mirabel replied.

“Great, I’ll be right back,” Isa said and went out the door.

“It is pretty cool, Mirabel.”

“Probably the neatest thing ever,” Mirabel said with a hint of sarcasm, “When are you and Papá supposed to leave for the city?”

“Not for about six weeks,” Luisa said. “I still have to figure out how I’m going to register and get some money for tuition. Which means I’ll have to get a job somewhere. Find a place to live, though Papá thinks I might be able to stay at the local church. And they have buses now so at least we won’t have to walk the whole way to Bogota.”

“Sounds scary,” Mirabel said and flopped backward onto her pillow.

“Yeah, but to be honest, I can’t wait.”

There was a thump on the door and Mirabel said “Come in?”

Casita opened the door and Abuela was there fumbling what looked like a rather substantial pot. Luisa immediately went to her and took it and she saying, “Let me get that for you, Abuela.”

“Thank you, Luisa, Isabela asked me to bring this over. I did not realize it was so heavy when I agreed. Do you mind if I sit for a moment?”

“Course not,” Mirabel said, “Your room too.”

Abuela nodded and sat on one of the chairs nearest the door. It worried her that her Abuela was avoiding being too near anyone. Almost like she was punishing herself. She probably was. Mirabel knew what that was like. Things were quiet and Mirabel’s eyes strayed up the ceiling. The clouds were particularly thin, no rain tonight.

The door opened again and Isa was there with another pot. She saw her Abuela and paused, barely nodding to her before placing the other pot on the table, under her arm was a sorry looking stick. Intrigued Mira sat up and asked, “Is that Antonio’s stick?”

Isa growled, “It is not just a ‘stick’. It’s a cutting from a Plumeria rubra, and it’s a flowering tree. Or it will be but I need to pot it. I’ve already prepped the base,” she said indicating the shaved end of the stick and dumped some of the dirt onto the table.

“Do you need any help?” Mirabel asked

“Yeah, can you hold it straight for me?”

“Sure.” Mirabel hopped off the bed and stood by the table. Isa dug a divot into the soil in the pot and indicated Mira should place the stick in the center. She did and held it straight while Isa scooped up the dirt from the table into it.

“Now hold this by the table so I can push the rest of the dirt in.”

Mirabel did, the pot was not as heavy as she was expecting.

“Gonna need to water that,” Isa said and dusted her hands off on her dress but stopped when she remembered Abuela was there. All three waited for the expected comment, but none came. In fact, it appeared Abuela was asleep. Isa sighed and helped her put the pot back on the table.

“Okay now for the other,” Isa said and pulled the other pot closer.

“Hang on,” Mirabel said and went to where Abuela was sleeping. She glanced over to her left and saw the Abuela’s door was back and open. She knelt in front of her, giving her a gentle nudge. Her Abuela started out of her sleep and Mirabel smiled at her. Her Abuela smiled back and seeing the open door, got up.

“Goodnight, nietas,” she said quietly.

“Goodnight Abuela,” Mirabel said just as quietly, it pained her that neither Luisa or Isa said goodnight. Abuela turned then and went into her room and closed the door. Mirabel stood there for a long moment just staring at the knocker. The same feeling she’d had the night before came over her and she almost reached up for the knocker, but instead, she balled her hands in front of her.

“Mira?” Luisa came up next to her, “What’s wrong?”

Mirabel bit her lip, as she turned away from the door. “Nothing, I guess,” she said and smiled her practiced smile. The one she learned to use from a very young age so people wouldn’t ask her questions. Isa gave her a look of skepticism that was clearly written on Luisa’s face as well.

“That’s twice today you’ve gone all wobbly on us,” Isa said sitting on the sofa, “Now get over here and tell us what you’re thinking.”

Luisa ushered her to the sofa, when she didn’t move to sit, Luisa picked her up and sat her down. “You’re not getting off this sofa until you tell us what’s wrong Mira.”

She couldn't say anything, felt like if she did she'd fall apart. She took a long breath and waited for that feeling to pass. She looked at her door then put her head back and said, “I don’t really know how to explain it, but…it feels like Abuela is…leaving us.” Her gaze moved to the trees on her walls as they gently swayed in an invisible breeze. “When she was sitting in that chair by the door, it reminded me…reminded me of when you guys would overlook me. Don’t get me wrong, I knew you were busy with…other things. Things I could never be a part of because I didn’t get a Gift.”

Mirabel looked at the inside of her door then, the sheltering branches of the larger had parted slightly as if allowing the sun to shine on the smaller and an idea of what it meant dawned on her. She reached over and took one of each of her sister's hands, holding them close to her she said, “I guess it was just the look on her face when she said goodnight and neither of you did. It made me sad for her because I know what that’s like. To be dismissed as having no value. She’s trying so hard to undo what she did. I know in my heart she loves us all. She just really lost her way…and I believe her when she said she wasn’t going to require anyone to use their Gifts. Seriously, folks have managed just fine for a whole year without them. Still, I know some things are harder to forgive than others.” When her sisters didn’t say anything, she added, “Kinda dumb, I know, but you asked.”

“You need to stop doing that, Mirabel.” Luisa said with a gentle nudge.

“Doing what?” Mirabel was worried she’d made them angry.

“Calling yourself dumb," Isa said waving a hand at all the different spaces in Mirabel’s room, "you’re not, You have talents that I only wish I could aspire to.”

Luisa kicked off her shoes and Casita bounced them toward the door. “Still, you’re right about the forgiveness thing. When you and Abuela were arguing that day and you just flat out told her that she’d never see me as strong enough, it was like a knife in my heart, because I knew it was true. I knew I was literally working myself into an early grave and I feel like…she would have let me. So, I guess all I can say is I’ll take what you’re saying into consideration. It ain’t easy though.”

Isa kicked off her shoes as well and added, “She still makes me nervous when she looks at me, like the real me is a disappointment.” They all fell silent again and this time Mirabel removed her shoes by kicking them onto her bed.

“All right, this sleepover is getting depressing," Isa said as she got up from the sofa. "Come here you guys, I really do want to show you this.” She took the second pot and placed it in the middle of the floor. She knelt next to it, raised her hands, letting rose petals fall from them and in her most dramatic voice said, “Come to me, mi hermanitas and see what true magic is.”

Mirabel and Luisa, giggled as they slid off the sofa onto the floor.

“Now,” Isabela continued in her drama voice, “give me your hand, Mirabel Madrigal.” She did and Luisa was leaning forward to watch. “What you are about to see with your eyes firmly shut, has only been done…uhhh…two times this very day! Now put your other hand on top of the miraculous soil of the Encanto, Señorita Madrigal.” Mirabel did as instructed. “Close your eyes and think about something or someone who makes you happy.”

Mirabel closed her eyes and decided her happy thought would be her mother. She felt the warmth of Isa’s Gift as it flowed through her into the dirt. It made her shoulder blades itch and she pulled her hand back when something popped out, pushing her hand back. Mirabel opened her eyes and looked at the small bushy plant with its tiny white orchids that were dotted with light purple spots.

“Oh, wow, Isa this is amazing,” Luisa said.

“It is, and it gets easier every time I try,” Isa said, smiling at her work.

“What kind of flowers are these?” Mirabel asked.

“I’m not sure of the name,” she said as she gently stroked the branches causing a few more flower buds to appear, “Were you thinking about Mamá?”

“Yes, how’d you know that?”

“I’ve only grown these once before,” Isa said, “for Mamá.”

“Why only once?” Mirabel asked.

“Like maybe six years ago, after that nasty flu thing, Mamá took me to the cemetery to clean a particular grave. She asked me to add some flowers to it and I remembered these. I’d gone on a walk with Abuela in the woods when I spotted them. I really wanted to try and grow them but Abuela said they weren’t flawless enough. Too small, too wild looking. She told me: ‘I should focus on making all the flowers I grew be symmetrical to show off the beauty of their perfection’. So, when Mamá asked me to pick a flower for the grave, I jumped at the chance because I knew I might never get to grow them again. Mamá really like them. Told me they were perfect.”

Luisa stood up, picked up the pot with one hand and asked, “Okay hermanita, where we putting this pot?”

“On the desk, please. That way I can look at them when I’m working on stuff.”

The conversation then turned to lighter topics, like Dolores’ engagement, the potential circumstances of Dolores’ proposal to Mariano, did Mariano really want five babies, Antonio’s new eagle friends, how different their rooms were. This devolved into guesses as to how many rats Tio Bruno actually had. Isabela decide they should run a game and the losers would have to do the winner’s chores for a week. Antonio would be the judge since he was probably the only one who could get an accurate count. OF course, they would need to get Camilo and Dolores to participate because the more the merrier. So, it was with that in mind that the three sisters left Mirabel’s room.

First stop Antonio’s room. Mira knocked on the door and Casita opened it. The three went inside and saw the lights were dimmed. There was a whoosh and Antonio dropped in front of Mira, immediately launching himself toward her to give her a hug. Mira took a step back as he landed, not wanting to fall over making her sisters also jump back and let out a shout.

“Geez, Toni, a little warning!” Mirabel cried, as she hugged him ruthlessly.

Antonio laughed, and said proudly once she set him down, “I was practicing my flying jaguar pounce.”

“Definitely took me by surprise, make sure you try it out on your brother next,” Mirabel said.

“I already did, and he said I should try it out on you.” Antonio said as zoomed around them.

“Figures,” Isa said, “Antonio we need your help.” To everyone’s surprise Antonio stopped running and happily joined them as they sat on the floor to discuss his part in the game. Once settled they headed next to Dolores’ room. Before they could knock, Dolores opened the door and she said, “Of course I’ll play.” She too joined the traveling group as they headed for Camilo’s room. There was no answer to their knock. Just then Antonio arrived on Parce and Mirabel asked if he knew where Camilo was. Parce chuffed and Antonio looked at his sister. Dolores looked nervous and Mirabel remembered what Antonio had said the previous day about Camilo’s smell.

She turned toward Dolores and took a step closer. Dolores backed up a step, Casita tilted a floorboard just enough and down she went. Camilo hit the floor with a thud and the sisters immediately dog-piled him. The real Dolores came out of her room and said, “See I told you it wouldn’t work.”

“What are you talking about? This was your idea!”

Dolores winked at her brother and said, “I know.” She helped him off the floor and ruffled his hair a bit. “So, the game is how many rats does Tio Bruno have?”

Isa nodded.

“How long do we have to count?” Camilo said dusting himself off.

“An hour? And you can’t ask Tio either,” Luisa said. “We’ll meet in the plaza then?”

Everyone nodded in agreement and Antonio, sitting atop Parce said, “Let’s go! On you mark, get set, go!” Dolores smiled and started down the stairs with Camilo in tow. The sisters looked at one another, “She knows something,” Isabela said.

“Should we follow her?” Mirabel asked.

“That would be cheating,” Luisa said, “she may be able to hear them, but we have you Mirabel.”

“Huh?”

Isa put a hand on her should and said, “Why not just ask Casita to join in.”

“Now that would be unfair.”

“It’s only unfair if they figure it out, Mira.”

“You know Dolores can hear everything you just said right?”

“Forgot about that.”

“We’re wasting time,” Luisa said, “Mira just ask Casita where they’re at.”

“You just did,” Mira said and the tiles above Camilo’s door wiggled in a way that sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Come on,” she said and went back into her room. Got a piece of paper and pencils, drew a quick sketch of Casita and added three circles. To each she added an initial. Below that she wrote what she wanted them to do. Plan decided, the left the room and went to their assigned spots. While Mirabel sat at her ‘station’ she tapped the floor as if she was counting. Her sisters were doing the same elsewhere. Once the time limit was up, they all went down to the plaza. Dolores and Camilo came in and everyone sat in a circle with Antonio at the center.

“So, let’s have your guesses!” Antonio exclaimed, excited to find out the answers.

Dolores: 148

Camilo: 37

Isa: 143

Luisa: 105

Mirabel: 20

“And the most correctest answer is…20!”

“Nailed it,” Mirabel said giving Antonio two thumbs up.

Isa nudged Luisa, “We’ve been had, my sister. Betrayed by our youngest.”

“What? How can that be?” Dolores said, “There’s no way there’s just 20 rats in Casita.”

“There might be some more,” Antonio shrugged and said matter-of-factly, “I can only count to 20.”

A light hail started and everyone looked up to see Tia Pepa up on the balcony. She was holding her sides; she was laughing that hard.

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andrayuss · 2 years

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Heyyyy so I was wondering if you could write a fanfic for Julieta and Agustín based on kinschi’s recent art of Julieta wearing one of Agustín’s suits. His reaction is just sooo cute that I really want to read some fluffy (or smutty lmao) fic alongside it 😩😩❤️ and I just love your fanfics for Julieta and Agustín SM

Fandom: Encanto Pairing: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal Characters: Julieta Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Bruno Madrigal, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal Words: 1749 Notes: Here is Kinschi's artwork the anon is referring too! I HIGHLY recommend following @kinschi because her artwork makes me feel some type of way ... just do it. You won't regret it.

“Ay, Agustín. Are you alright?”

The back of his head was throbbing in pain. His wife’s voice sounded like a faraway dream. And he could feel the start of a goose egg forming where he hit his head on the tile. He doesn’t even know what he tripped on for heaven's sake!

Agustín looked up through his messy fringe and a fiery blush immediately crossed his cheeks - not from his embarrassing fall in front of the family, but from the sight of his wife in front of him.

She stood there with her hand out to him and wearing … his suit?

His heart skipped a beat. He’s seen his wife wear his clothes before but that had usually been just his button ups or underwear. Something casual that she could toss on when she wanted to lounge around their bedroom. Now that she was wearing the whole ensemble … well.

He didn’t know what to say.

Julieta helped him to his feet without escaping her gaze. He didn’t hear what Bruno said to make Pepa strike him with a bolt of lightning but it was probably well deserved. In a dazed state, he eyed his wife up and down, curious, aroused, and a little confused on what was going on with her and her siblings.

“Does this mean I get to wear your dress now?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Julieta broke into a laugh, not able to keep a straight face.

“Yes, me too! Pepi, give me one of your dresses!” Félix jumped with glee, clapping his hands together in front of him. Pepa playfully rolled her eyes at him.

“You do realise that none of them would fit you?”

Félix scoffed. “But I’d look freaking amazing!” He grabbed her tiny wrists with his big hands and began to pull her towards the stairs. “Come on! Let’s at least try!”

Pepa chuckled, letting him drag her along. “Ok, ok. We can at least try.”

The two resorted upstairs in a fit of giggles and laughter and slammed the door shut behind him. There was a loud clicking sound of a lock that the siblings vividly heard but chose to not comment on.

“Well, I guess she won’t be needing this back anytime soon.” Bruno commented, fanning out the skirt of the dress with his hands. His hair became dishevelled when Pepa struck him earlier and the dress seemed to fit him oddly well. In a way, he did look like Pepa on her more stormy days.

“I’m going to go to wash this thing before I give it back to Pepa. I farted in it a couple of times and I don’t think she’ll appreciate the smell it left behind.”

Bruno walked off to his room with a swagger in his step. He clearly enjoyed wearing his sister’s clothes and felt more than comfortable picking the wedgie as he waddled up the stairs in a true brotherly fashion. When he disappeared from the foyer, Julieta looked to Agustín.

“Did you… actually want to try on one of my dresses?” She asked bashfully.

Agustín was surprised by her shyness. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and didn’t make eye contact with him. He wasn’t sure why she was so apprehensive, but he knew a good laugh would bring her back to her usual self.

“Of course!” He exclaimed. “Let’s follow suit and try one on now. I think I just pulled your nice blue dress out of the wash last night.”

“Oh, Agustín. I need to wear that for Dolores’ dinner tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “It’s fine. I won’t dirty it.”

“Dirtying it is the least of my worries.”

Agustín ignored her concerns and reached for her hand to lead them to their bedroom. Once the door was shut behind them, he plopped himself on the bed like a giddy child and clicked his feet together.

Julieta began searching through her closet, searching through racks of handmade clothing for her dress. She reached up on her tip-toes and had her tongue between her teeth as she searched, and Agustín leaned back and admired the view. If he looked that good every time he wore that suit, he wondered how Julieta wasn’t on him all day. Even though he was taller than her, the pants bunched above her ankles to reveal that she wore his mismatched purple socks that Mirabel made for him. He was surprised that she even found those since he always hid them in a special place.

She finally pulled out the blue dress and looked at it longingly like she might never see it again. “Promise me you won’t rip it?”

Agustín gasped. “I would never! I know how long it took you to make that! Hand it here,” he held out his hands for her. Julieta made a careless laugh and tossed it over. She swapped seats with him and lay flat on the bed so her head was facing the ceiling, covering her eyes with her hands. “I don’t want to see until it’s on.”

“Well, then you’re going to miss the best part,” Agustín laughed. He began undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, eyeing his wife to see if she really wasn’t looking. When she didn’t budge when he took off his trousers, he huffed out an annoyed breath and began to fiddle with her dress. There was no zipper or buttons so he tried pulling it on over his feet, but the neckhole was too small for him to get his knobby knees through. He tried a new technique of removing one foot and seeing how far up his leg the dress would go, but hopping around on one foot made him lose his balance and he screeched as he fell over onto the floor with a big thud.

Julieta sprang up and looked at her darling husband lying on the floor. She shook her head. “Do you need help?”

He nodded his head in defeat. “Yes please.”

Julieta sighed amusingly and got to her feet. “Take it off and stand up.” She demanded.

Agustín did as told and removed the entangled dress from his feet. He held the dress out in front of him and she took it and began bunching it at the bottom. “Lift your arms up.”

He lifted them and examined Julieta’s technique of tossing the dress over his arms and sliding it down over his head. He thinks he’s seen her put her clothes on like this before but he’s not usually watching where the dress goes but rather what it covers. She helped him slide his arms through the elbow length sleeves, running her fingers along his skin. Then, she made her way down to his torso and fixed the fitted seam that would sit around her waistline but rested at the top of his stomach instead. Agustín shivered when she traced the seam with her fingers, pushing into his skin slightly.

Next was the skirt itself. It fell nicely around his boxy frame but the length only reached his calves due to his towering height. Julieta got down on her knees and began fanning out the ruffles, delicately lifting the fabric in the air and letting it fall back into place. On the last toss, she let the skirt fall over her head as she began to work on the inner lining layer. The thin, silky fabric got tangled around his waist so she began to pull at it, knuckles brushing against the skin above his underwear every so often. Agustín tried not to move while she worked but there was something about the sight of his wife underneath his dress that made his stomach get butterflies.

And just as soon as they came, her hands were gone in an instant. His skin felt cold at the loss of her touch. She emerged from the material and went back to fiddling with the ruffles. Once done, she leaned back and rested her hands on her knees, eyeing her work, lost in thought.

“Well, how do I look?” He asked with a hint of eagerness. Julieta rose to her feet, not looking impressed. His expression immediately dropped. “Uh oh. What’s wrong? Did I pull a seam somewhere?”

“Mmm, no,” she hummed. “I’m just disappointed that you look better in that dress than me.”

Agustín threw his head back and laughed. “You can’t be serious!”

“I am! Casita,” she clapped her hands together. “Can you bring us the mirror please?”

The room shook as the door for Agustín’s closet flew open and the tiles moved the body length mirror into the middle of the room. He turned around and looked at his reflection. That same, throaty chuckle returned when he saw how ridiculous he looked.

“Oh jeez, Julieta. I can see why you didn’t want me wearing this dress. It looks horrible!”

“What do you mean? You look so handsome! I especially love the exposed calves,” she bent down and slapped his hairy legs, causing him to jump.

“Hey, be careful! I thought you didn’t want me ruining your dress,” he laughed, running his hands down the ruffles to fix them.

“It’s fine. Maybe we should wear each other's clothes more often,” she said, joining him in the mirror. She wrapped her arm around his waist and stood up straighter, trying to match his height.

“I’m not sure.” He mused, pulling her closer. “I like the dress, but it’s a little drafty down there. What happens if there’s a big gust of wind?”

“You’ll get used to it with having Pepa around,” she waved him off. “But I don’t think I'm giving this back anytime soon. I kind of like the way I look,” she ran her fingers down the length of her collar and puffed it out to emphasize her point. “And these trousers are much comfier than I had imagined.”

“I like the way you look too, but unfortunately, I’m going to need all of that back.”

She shook her head. “No thank you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No thank you?”

Julieta nodded. “No thank you. I think I'll hang on to this for a little while longer.”

Agustín puffed out some air. “Alright. Then I’ll just have to wear this to Dolores’ dinner. Hopefully there will be dancing, I need to stretch it out in some places…”

Julieta scolded him and hit him on his arm. She tried to look stern but her annoyance only made him laugh harder.

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julietaswifey · 2 years

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A place to be alone

Julieta and Agustín find that it can be very hard to get some time to themselves. Everyone seems dead set on unintentionally keeping them from having sex

No idea what this is, but the idea popped up in my head and I had to write it. I really like the headcanon of that they can have trouble finding time and place for sex, and I recently saw a post about it on tumblr, so why not?

It should have been illegal to look so tempting. Julieta leaned against the wall, took a moment to do nothing but drink in the sight of her husband. He was across the room from her, talking with Señora Guzman. That couldn’t be very important, could it? Maybe it she just–

“What are you looking at, hermana?”

She snapped out of her thoughts to find Pepa standing next to her. She was looking in the same direction as Julieta had been, but didn’t seem to understand what it was that had caught her attention.

“Nothing” she said while trying very hard not to let her gaze stray back to Agustín. “I just got stuck.”

She had nothing against talking with her sister, bless her heart, but she had trouble focusing on her while her mind was begging her to just pull Agustín into another room and kiss him senseless. Her fingers were practically itching with the need to touch him.

“Okay. Well, I just wanted to–“

Yeah, no, she couldn’t just stand there.

“Actually, I have something I need to do, discúlpame” she said.

Only then did Pepa seem to realise what it was Julieta had been looking at.

“Something, or someone?” she asked with a smirk.

“I’m in the mood for a snack, do with that whatever you like.”

Then Julieta slipped away and began making her way through the crowd towards Agustín. Fiestas were lovely, but sometimes it was nice with a little break.

It was very hard to keep her hands in check when she reached him. She had to just nicely take his hand as any wife joining in on a conversation would.

“Lovely evening, isn’t it, Señora Madrigal?” Señora Guzman smiled.

“It really is” Julieta agreed.

The sky was starry above the town, and the night air was warm. Julieta knew Pepa had tried her best to have it that way all day. It hadn’t been hard, she had been shining with happiness over her daughter’s engagement party.

“Perfect for Dolores and my Mariano.”

It had taken a little convincing for her to agree on a match between Dolores and Mariano after the disaster that had taken place last time her only son was to be married to a Madrigal. But she had come around when she saw how smitten he was by Dolores. And before Casita’s restoration was finished there had been an agreement.

“This is just the beginning of a long happy life together” Agustín said.

Dios, he could be so sappy. She loved that.

“Well, you’ll have to excuse me, Señora, but I must exchange a word with my husband in private.”

“Of course, of course, don’t let me be in the way. Have a good evening.”

“Lo mismo.”

The moment Señora Guzman had turned away from them Julieta began leading Agustín away from there. Finally.

“Has something happened?” he wondered.

She glanced over her shoulder at him, gave him a smile.

“No.”

“Then what– oh. Bueno, sí, me gusta esa idea.”

“This is a night to celebrate love, after all” she hummed.

She didn’t really know where she was going, just knowing that she needed somewhere more private, but as always when she was aimlessly walking she ended up in the kitchen. Definitely not with the intention of cooking, though.

It wasn’t really private enough for her liking, though. She wanted at least a solid wall between them and the rest of the people in the house. The pantry would have to do, they wouldn’t be long.

“Pantry, I like it” Agustín said.

“Not the best, perhaps, but as long as we’re together, right?”

“Definitely.”

She pushed the door to the pantry open with one hand and pulled Agustín in with her. Her lips were on his before it had closed behind them and with firm hands she pushed him back against it.

But before she even had time to relish in how good it felt to kiss him she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

She whirled around to find Dolores and Mariano standing there. They were perfectly still, had their mouths were stuffed with food and they had plates in their hands.

There was a moment of silence as the two couples looked at each other, no one knowing what to say. It wasn’t a situation they had expected to find themselves in. Especially not Julieta. Because what were Dolores and Mariano doing in her pantry?

“That should have been for the dinner tomorrow” she pointed out, not knowing what else to say.

Dolores raised her eyebrows.

“You seemed to have your mouth full as it is, Tía, should you really worry about dinner?”

Whatever response Julieta had been preparing was immediately whacked away from her mind. There was no way to recover from that. None at all. And it didn’t get better by that Agustín began laughing.

“Enjoy the food” Julieta sighed, opening the door again. “I hope it tastes good.”

“You know it, Señora Madrigal” Mariano said just before the door closed between them.

Agustín pulled her into a hug, still laughing, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. And while she was no longer eye to eye with the niece that had decided to off her she still felt like she would burn up with shame.

“She just murdered me” Julieta said, staring straight into thin air.

Agustín didn’t respond, he just kept on laughing. He laughed so that his eyes began tearing up and he had trouble breathing while still holding her close.

“Can’t a woman kiss her husband in a pantry in peace if she likes?” Julieta muttered.

“No, but maybe she can kiss her husband in peace somewhere else if she likes.”

She reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks, bringing his face down to hers. They were so close to each other that their noses touched. His breath tickled her face, hot and sweet. She loved that.

“Mamá? Papá?”

She flinched and took a step away from her husband to find that their youngest daughter had entered the kitchen.

“What is it, Mirabel?” she asked, reaching up to secure a lock that had fallen out of her bun behind her ear.

Mirabel shrugged and made a show out of pointing behind her. She accidentally nudged her glasses, making them glide down her nose.

“Yeah, I forgot, actually I think I’ll just leave you to it” she said, pushing them up again. “Bye!”

“Maybe not here, then” Julieta said, glancing at her husband.

“Not here.”

Then she had taken his hand and was leading him somewhere else. Up to their room, there no one could complain about them kissing. Or doing more than kissing. She was aching for it. Maybe it was inappropriate to do that in the middle of a party, but they wouldn’t be long. A quickie.

It was two pairs of quick feet that made their way over to the stairs. And the feet belonged to two individuals that really didn’t want to be stopped. They wanted to smoothly get to their room for some time to themselves. So of course that didn’t happen.

Or, well, they did get to their room, it was easy to blend in among all the other people at the party, and no one seemed to have use of them. The issue was that her brother was holding some sort of seance in their room. Together with Isabela, Camilo, and some rats.

“What are you doing?” Julieta found herself asking.

“We’re just making sure there’s no ghosts in the new house” Camilo said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “What are you doing?”

“Going to our room?” Agustín said. “Why are you looking for ghosts in our room?”

He seemed just as confused as she was. And he asked a very relevant question, why were they looking for ghosts in their room?

“We’re going through all the rooms” Bruno explained. “To make sure they’re all free of ghosts.”

“Because if there are ghosts we need to get rid of them” Isabela finished, nodding solemnly.

Madness. It was madness. But it was still the least crazy thing about her family, so she would most likely have forgotten about it in a few minutes.

“Alright, keep up the good work” Julieta said, also nodding.

Then she was out the door again together with Agustín.

“So not there” he said.

Julieta had already began searching for a new place. She was many things. And one of those things was stubborn, she wouldn’t give up. If she wanted to have some quick sex, she would have some quick sex.

“I happen to know Pepa and Félix aren’t using their room right now” she whispered, pointing towards Pepa and Félix on the floor below them.

Félix was playing guitar, and Pepa was making a rainbow for some very happy kids.

She was sure no one would have heard her over the music even if she talked in a normal voice, but she wouldn’t risk it.

“Julieta Madrigal, are you suggesting what I think you are?” Agustín smiled, putting his arms around her waist.

She bit her bottom lip and looked down at the floor.

“Maybe I am.”

“You’re bad” he whispered. “Very bad.”

“What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?”

She didn’t need to take his hand for him to follow her over to Pepa’s door. She had planned to quickly slip inside before anyone had time to see them, but when she put her hand on the doorknob she found that she couldn’t turn it. Casita wouldn’t let her in.

“Come on, abre la puerta, Casita” she mumbled, trying to turn the doorknob again. “Please?”

She couldn’t believe she was being cockblocked by her house.

“We’ll have to go somewhere else” Agustín said.

But where? Casita was filled to the brink with people, and no matter how desperate she was she wouldn’t have sex where it was easy to find them. Even if she was somewhat tempted. What stopped her was the all the children. And Mamá.

“You know where there’s definitely no people?” Agustín then continued.

A smile spread on Julieta’s face.

“Our place by the river?”

“Our place by the river.”

As far as she knew no one else was aware of it’s existence, but if one followed the river out of town one would reach a small place. This small place was hidden by bushes that one had to get through in order to reach the small place. The most beautiful place in the world. They had met there all the time before they married when they needed a moment to themselves. They still went there every now and then.

“What are we waiting for, then?” she asked.

He responded by taking her hand. Once more two pairs of quick feet made their way across the house. They opted to go through the kitchen instead of the main entrance, that would lessen the chance of someone stopping them.

And just as both of them were giddy with joy over having escaped the house unnoticed someone noticed them.

“Tía Julieta?”

Both of them froze and turned to see Antonio behind them.

“Yes, Toñito?” she asked.

Her smile was a bit stiff, she could feel it. She hoped Antonio couldn’t tell.

“I hurt my hand” he said, holding his hand up and showing a small cut.

“Ay, Córazon” Julieta said, furrowing her brow.

And so she found herself kneading together an arepa dough instead of sneaking away in the darkness with her husband. It wasn’t a bad cut, just a small thing that one of the birds had accidentally left when landing in his hand. She had told herself she would only use her healing when it was actually necessary. She had only had it back for a few weeks after months of being without it, and in those months she had realised that her gift had made the promise that she would only use her gift when it was truly needed. But she could also not leave Antonio when he was hurt. A small cut was big to such a small boy.

“You partying hard, Toñito?” Agustín asked.

He sat with Antonio at the table, tried to distract him from the cut.

“Yeah, all the animals are so happy” Antonio smiled. “It’s nice talking to them again.”

Antonio had had a hard time without his gift for the months it took to rebuild Casita.

Julieta formed an arepa and put it on the stove. Soon it would be done, Antonio would be healed, and they could leave. The party wouldn’t be over for hours, they had lots of time.

“Have they missed talking to you?”

“They have, and I have missed talking to them.”

She turned the arepa and leaned against the counter. Soon, soon, soon. When she deemed it finished she wrapped it in a small piece of cloth and gave it to Antonio. As he ate she stood behind Agustín, putting her hands on his shoulders. She let her fingers massage his muscles, and noticed the change in how he sat as she did so.

“Thank you, Tía!” Antonio said happily with his mouth still full.

“Do you feel better now?” Julieta asked.

“Yes!”

“Great, now you can go back to the party.”

The boy bounced out of the kitchen. A second later Julieta and Agustín had left the table and were almost running towards the outside. She couldn’t help but laugh. She felt ridiculous. Ridiculous and so happy.

“Finally” she chuckled.

Agustín stopped her, pulled her close and kissed her. The kiss quickly deepened, despite that they were just outside the house, barely down the hill.

“Julieta!”

At first she didn’t register that someone was calling for her. She was busy with finally getting to properly kiss her husband. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him, he did the same. He was so warm and safe and real. Her whole body was singing with joy over the kiss. She was damn near ready to undress him then and there.

“Julieta!”

The second time she became vaguely aware of that other voice that definitely wasn’t Agustín.

“Julieta!”

Ay Dios, that was Mamá.

It was a very ungraceful separation. Julieta almost felt a little disoriented and it took her a few moments to find where her mamá was standing.

“Yes, Mamá?” she said when she managed to lay her eyes on the older woman.

It was very hard to keep her voice soft while she was frustrated and out of breath. At that point she was physically aching so much that she had trouble standing still.

“Where are you going?” Mamá wanted to know.

Agustín leaned down towards his wife.

“We run on three” he whispered.

Now that was a plan she could definitely agree on.

“We just wanted to take a bit of fresh air” Julieta told Mamá.

Mamá looked at her like she was stupid. Julieta could understand her reasoning for that, it was undoubtedly the worst lie she had ever told as she was very obviously not taking some fresh air.

“One” Agustín whispered.

“Really?” Mamá asked, crossing her arms. “Well, I think you should come back inside now.

“Two.”

“We’ll be with you in a moment” Julieta said.

“Three.”

And so they turned and ran towards the freedom. Would questions be asked when they returned? Absolutely. Did they care? Not in the least.

#julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta x agustin #family madrigal #encanto #encanto fic #my fic

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destinywritessometimes · 2 years

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Julieta Madrigal Appreciation Post

Just some things she said/did that make her remarkable + headcanons bc I think about her too much

Things from the movie/other canon sources

The way she showered Mirabel with compliments and kissed her all over when she was feeling insecure

She was the only one that lingered when Mirabel was yelling about the cracks

When she said ‘Ay, Agustín’ she’s so used to this man’s misfortune 😭

How she literally tried to stay in a collapsing house to save her daughter and only left because the house forced her out, literally the whole movie was her protecting her family

She had a whole arepa stand that she runs just so she can help as many people as possible

She carries herbs in her pockets shes so precious

She was holding Camilo’s hand during Antonio’s ceremony ( also during the dance scene she was talking to Camilo which obviously means they were besties)

Every time Alma was being rude to Mirabel she was quick to defend her

The way she reassured Bruno when he came back that he didn’t need to apologize

She has downturned eyes, and yes Ik thats obvious but they’re adorable so I had to mention them

Before the picture at the end she fixed her hair and made sure it was the right shape, miss I can assure you that you look amazing

How she just popped food into people mouths, if you’re hurt you have no choice you must eat

Headcanons

She refuses to fix Mirabel and Agustín’s eyesight because ‘they’re perfect the way that they are’

She tried to help Isabela a lot with the pressure as she was a golden child herself

Her love language is physical touch, literally every time she was close to someone she loved she was either holding their hand or had her arm around their waist

It takes a lot of urging to get her to come out of her shell, but when she does she’s a total wild child

She always smells of fresh herbs because of the ones in her pockets, she’s basically a cute little fairy

She would always joke about how her gray hairs were because of how much she always worried about Agustín, they probably were tbh

She made the dress Mirabel always wears adding all the unique details and colors so she knows she’s special

She’s a very emotional person, but almost never cries, though when she does everyone else cries too

She leaves out animal food she’s prepared herself so the hurt strays can be healed

She treats her sobrina and sobrinos as her own children, and like I said earlier she’s especially close to Camilo

She’s really good at singing, also I noticed she was one of the only characters without a major part in a song and I take issue with that (Antonio and Agustín didn’t either but this post isn’t about them)

She was really popular when she was in school

She gets flustered really easily so whenever Agustín showers her with compliments (I feel like he does so often) she practically dies

Her and Isabela sometimes meet up to braid each other’s hair and just talk about life

She was clearly Alma’s favorite, but she was always quick to point out her siblings achievements and stuff so they’d receive the attention they deserved

She’s a very kind person, but if someone hurts a loved one she’ll yell their ear off and beat them with a rolling pin

One of the things that would never fail to make her cry is thinking about how much she loves her family, which like I said would usually get her whole family to cry and then everyone would just be crying

To conclude our time together, she a beautiful woman who needs more recognition

I love her and Agustín so much I wanna start outlining her story like I can’t they’re both so wonderful 😭

Have a nice day and night !! 💙

#encanto #encanto fandom #disney encanto #disney #encanto julieta #julieta madrigal #julieta encanto #Madrigal #madrigal family #agustin madrigal #encanto agustin #encanto isabela #isabela madrigal

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Fracture Alma, teaching Pariah Julieta to drive: Okay, you're driving and Stray Agustin and Dweller Bruno walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Pariah Julieta: Oh, definitely Dweller Bruno. I could never hurt Stray Agustin.

Fracture Alma, massaging her temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

#encanto #encanto au #incorrect encanto quotes #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #bruno madrigal #dweller bruno #pariah julieta #stray agustín #fracture alma #queue

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casitafallz · 1 year

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Pariah Julieta: Remember! Curiosity killed the cat!

Stray Agustin: Yes, but you forget that satisfaction brought it back. So yes, Wanderer Mirabel, go find out if that thing can catch fire!

Pariah Julieta: You're a bad influence.

Stray Agustin: And you don't know your sayings.

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pariah julieta #stray agustin #wanderer mirabel #encanto #encanto au #encanto incorrect quotes

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Triplets!

@pippanther you asked for triplets so let's go. Triplets meeting Agustín as Julieta's 'not-quite' boyfriend for the first time!!

This was supposed to be short but I got into it, so uh, hope you enjoy.

Pepa loved her sister. And her brother and her Mamá, obviously. But she definitely loved her sister, not more than the other two, obviously. But Julieta never handled Pepa, she asked how she was doing and always tried to make her feel better. Mamá just said "you have a cloud" or "Pepa the wind!" and never really asked how she was, unless she was all out crying or hurt but Pepa had big feelings so normally she just needed someone to listen. That someone normally being Julieta. Even Bruno could get a little freaked out, the wind would blow his rats around and his sand would get everywhere.

But Julieta was never like that. Julieta would offer her an arepa and then Pepa would sit on the kitchen counter kneading beating dough into submission and Julieta would listen to whatever she said. Nodding and humming when she was supposed to, calling other people the crazy one and agreeing that Félix was definitely hitting on her and not just "being friendly". Eventually the storm would calm and Julieta would have dinner ready and Mamá would be ecstatic to eat in a dry dining room and Bruno with his rats hidden under his ruana would slip into his chair.

That's how things worked. Pepa knew it. She liked it. She liked familiar things. She liked knowing what to expect. She even liked Bruno's gift because it let her prepare for things to come. And that's why she was in Bruno's room. Because Julieta was acting weird all morning and when Pepa visited her stall in town, she'd been rushed away with a call of "Talk later!" so Julieta could fish a man out of the fountain and it was all very strange. Pepa didn't really like strange.

Bruno's vision showed them all having dinner, but there was an extra seat at the table? Okay, they have visitors all the time, and there wasn't anyone sitting in the chair or even standing by the chair?? They all looked the same age as they do now so it had to be soon. But the thing with Bruno's visions is that they don't come with a date or any context. He had that look he always had when he wished he had more to tell someone, or something different to say so Pepa thanked him and they went downstairs where Mamá was making dinner because Julieta was still in town.

She put them to work immediately, fixing dinner and setting the table. Casita's door slammed open and Julieta, 'calm-and-collected-healer-of-the-town' Julieta was skidding across the floor so hard she bounced off one of the pillars. She popped up, righting herself as hair slipped from her braided bun all around her face, her dress was wet and dirty along the bottom, she was missing a shoe. Chest heaving and trying to smooth the stray hairs around her face, she straightened her dress.

"Mamá," her voice cracked, her siblings looked at each other in confusion. Julieta cleared her throat. "Can, um, can a guest come to dinner? Tonight? As in, in the next few minutes, tonight tonight?" Mamá looked at the healer as she stirred a pot. A slow glance up and down then back to the pot.

"Get cleaned up, mija," Julieta deflated, starting for the stairs and while her back was turned Mamá smiled at the other two. "Y mijo, set an extra place at the table," she said. Julieta full on squealed, pumping her fists in the air and nothing short of flying up the stairs and into her room. Even Mamá chuckled and went back to cooking.

Just as the food was ready, Julieta was screaming from the balcony for Pepa to come upstairs. She finished pouring water into the glasses on the table, and went up, slightly concerned to see her even keeled sister so erratic. Julieta had changed into what Pepa knew to be her favorite dress, it was navy blue and was a little big so it hung off one shoulder and dragged a little but hugged her waist really nicely and had pretty purple waves embroidered on it. It had been a birthday gift from Pepa and Bruno. But the dress was beside the point because her sister dragged her into the room with all the strength of a hurricane.

"Pepa, my hair." Julieta sobbed. Pepa put her hands to her mouth in concern, Julieta had a comb in one hand, and very poofy hair practically floating around her head.

"Juli," she couldn't even think of the right question as she pried the comb from her sister's hand and forced her to sit in front of the mirror. She'd combed out all her curls and what remained was a little too frizzy for salvation or a bun. Pepa hesitantly started to part it, maybe she could put it into two asymmetrical braids and put a bow on the end? Julieta had tears in her eyes as she watched her sister begin to braid the right side.

"So who's this special dinner guest?" Bruno appeared in the doorway, closing it behind him and locking eyes with Pepa when he saw how fluffy Julieta's hair looked. She bugged her eyes back and went back to carefully braiding one side. Julieta's face immediately flushed and she went to tug at one of the curls near her face before Pepa shooed her hand away.

"Be helpful," Pepa hissed, handing the end of the braid to Bruno to hold as she started on the lower left third of Julieta's hair.

"N-no one im-important. Just-just a friend from town. He- his, uh, Mamá is making his favorite food for dinner so I invited him." She was avoiding their eyes in the mirror but her siblings locked eyes over her head.

"So there's a 'him' now?" Bruno drawled. If possible, Julieta's face flushed even more, she opened her mouth but no sound came out. Pepa passed Bruno the finished braid and went over to Julieta's dresser for a ribbon to match her dress.

"You're one to talk about 'him now'?" Julieta snarked, lightly hitting her brother as Pepa came back to tie the bow. Julieta immediately jumped up, dusting off her dress and scrutinizing the braids before hugging Pepa and starting for the door. She stopped with her hand on it.

"Okay okay, because I know you two. Yes, there's a him. Yes, he's coming to dinner," she said narrowing her eyes at the other two and setting her hands on her hips. "But no, you can't do anything! Or-or I won't feed your for a week! No! A whole month! A-A-" her siblings just hugged her, smirking behind her back. "I'm not kidding!"

"Alright, alright. We get it." Pepa said.

"No shenanigans." Bruno agreed.

Julieta had her eyes narrowed but nonetheless nodded and led the way downstairs. Mamá was already sitting at the head of the table and there was a knock on the door. Julieta glared, shoving her siblings towards the dining room so she could open the door. Her siblings sat, intentionally on opposite sides of the table, as Julieta walked back in with Agustín, beaming at him, and glaring at her siblings. She let Agustín sit next to Bruno as she sat next to Pepa. "You're not clever," Julieta hissed but Pepa was smiling her nicest smile and Mamá was already making polite conversation.

Dinner was peaceful. Pretty soon Pepa forgot this was supposed to be strange and that she wasn't supposed to like it. Agustín was kinda funny and he made Julieta and Mamá laugh which was no easy feat so Pepa liked him a little more. She'd known him, of course. He was always at Julieta's stall because he was always broken in one way or another, usually bee stings, but it seemed like he'd been around every day since forever so having him for dinner wasn't new. But the way Julieta was acting was definitely new. And if his nervous chuckles and refusal to look at Julieta when she was looking at him was anything to go by then, something had changed.

"Pepa, the fog. You're foggy," Mamá said and Pepa chuckled nervously, waving an empty plate around to clear the fog. Bruno kicked her under the table, they locked eyes. His eyes shifted to Agustín, then back to her then over her head then to Julieta then her then finally Mamá. Ohhhh! A perfect plan. She nodded once. "Excuse me a moment," Mamá said, looking at Bruno and Pepa with a raised brow and oh, she was definitely in on it. A rat scurried under the table, across Pepa's foot and she yelped, a bolt of lightning striking Agustín's hand. He yelped and Julieta was immediately on her feet. Something about "her room" and "be right back" and then she was gone, out of the dining room in a blink.

The remaining Madrigal's grinned.

"So?" "You and Julieta?" "Best healer in town." "Clumsiest kid in town." "Sounds perfect?" "A little too perfect."

They leaned into his face and Agustín's eyes bugged as he raised his hands in surrender.

"It's not like that. She's just funny and really sweet and-"

"Would you run into a burning building for her?"

"Sí."

"Fight a jaguar?"

"I could try?"

"Flee your hometown with your entire life on your back and ultimately sacrifice yourself for her and your baby to live with no hesitation?"

"Sí."

"Be a Madrigal and take care of this community?"

"Absolutely."

"Never make her cry because if you do you'll have to answer to me and my brother y nuestro Mamá?

"And Mamá can make you disappear so-"

"Sí." He put his hands down, looking the siblings in the eye. "Mira, I've known Julieta for pretty much my entire life. She's an amazing healer yes. That's undeniable, her gift is amazing. But she's amazing. When she's talking to the kids in town or dealing with an angry client or anything she does it with this smile on her face. And she's so careful and gentle and kind and loving. Mira, she may not love me and who knows exactly what our future is? Aside, from Bruno, of course. But, the point it, I promise, I want to keep that smile on her face for as long as I can. If that's till the end of dinner or the end of our lives, I'll take it."

Pepa huffed into her seat, Bruno slowly nodded and sat, patting Agustín on his shoulder. "Ay, so mushy. ¡Tan dulce!" Pepa pretended to gag but she was smiling.

"Alright, if Pepa approves there's not much I can do," Bruno said. Then he tightened his grip on Agustín's shoulder and his eyes glowed. "But I can see the future and if I ever see my sister crying over you, I'll let Pepa go full Old Testament God on you, okay?" Agustín nodded, eyes wide just in time for Bruno's eyes to stop glowing and the missing Madrigals to return. Julieta handed him an empanada.

"I know they're your favorite," she whispered as she adjusted her chair and tucked an imaginary hair behind her ear. Mamá smiled as the burn healed itself.

"So, what did we miss?"

#encanto #madrigal family #madrigal triplets #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #abuela madrigal #encanto fanfic #Ermi writes

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