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Bebé's First Beach Day
I wrote this before I lost my mind. I figured my last post for a while should be fluff, so enjoy some Madrigal fluff. Work in progress. Maybe.
Summary:
Thanks to Camilo, little Mirabel's first day at the beach does not go according to plan
Julieta stood in the middle of the bathroom, trying to wrangle her usually mild-mannered toddler into standing still so she could put sunscreen on her soft, delicate skin. Mirabel had been giddy with excitement all morning.
They'd taken a much needed week-long vacation to mamá's beach house in Cartagena. The whole family had come, which basically meant complete and utter chaos. But it would be completely and totally worth it. The house was beautiful. Right on the beach, it featured not one, but two hot tubs, a pool, 6 bedrooms, a fitness room, and a very spacious kitchen (which Julieta was absolutely not excited about at all, not at all.) The whole family was excited. Luisa, Isabela, and Agustín had been hyping Mirabel up all week.
Agustín was especially excited for this particular trip. It was Mira's first trip to the beach. The rest of the family had gone a few months prior, but Mirabel had been sick that week, so they all stayed home, much to Isa and Lu's (and Agustin’s) chagrin.
Agustín absolutely loves the beach. He loved taking Isa in the water for the first time, and after that it sort of became a rite of passage, for him to take all of their babies in the water for the first time. He absolutely loved hearing their squeals of excitement and pure joy. It filled Julieta with such happiness and pride to see how amazing he was with their babies; his patience, his unconditional love, and his easy going goofiness were some of the things she loved most about him.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Julieta tickled little Mira's tummy and tried to pull her closer.
"Mira, bebita, stand still, please! Mamí needs to put this on your face so you don't burn!"
Mirabel looked adorable in her little two piece swimsuit, a white and turquoise set with ruffled edges and cute cartoonish butterflies. Her little white sandals were waiting by the door. Julieta knew Mirabel wouldn't last long in them, but she couldn't help it. They were so cute, and she knew they'd look even cuter on her little bebita.
Mira took both of her chubby little hands, and cupped her Mamí's cheeks with them.
"Face!"
"Yes, bebita, I need to put this on your face, so your pretty skin doesn't burn!"
"Mamá face pretty!"
Julieta didn't think she could fall more in love with this child, but here she was. Pressing their foreheads together, she attacked Mirabel's little face with kisses. The little girls' laughter rang through the house like the sweetest song.
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julietas-basil · 2 years
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Just Alma eyeing the whole town at once just to see if she could spot a guy that was more close to her perfect daughter (because she knows it would probably be the one that suck the shit out of her daughter's neck)
Alma Using goggles behind a distant bush (after following Julieta around the whole Encanto to spot the person) like;
<'°.°`>
She would KNOW everything about his form but his name-
SO HEAR THIS OUT-
Julieta would be really careful on those matters so there's just this ONE time where she spots a very interesting scene under one massive,secluded location,under a tree...
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“Julieta and Agustin run into each other,their rushing heartbeats forming as one,when their bodies collided,at last,onto each other,their secret promise finally signed the time their lips sealed in the most presence-absorbing but longing kiss-
Agustín placed his hands in both Julieta's cheeks to deepen the kiss slowly,their smiles in between more prominent than ever,a yearning embrace being their sweetest promise every time they meet...
His large Hands on her waist holding onto them tightly for dear life, as if he never wanted to let go,as if he never desired for this moment to last -to part ways and crave for the right time again to meet under that secret tree-
For a moment he parted to lock gazes with the young healer,sticking their foreheads together. In an instant,Alma zoomed in trying to understand what he was saying,whilst his lips curved,his mumbling coming to an abrupt stop as the couple fell into a much more passionate rhythm of intimacy -lips locking lustfully over the other,tongues dancing their own tango,thirsty for each other's summer wine...
All of Alma's speculations were confirmed...when the tall boys kisses strayed away from her daughter's lips to her chin and collarbone hungrily capturing the exposed skin of her neck,hungrily teasingly even biting onto the cook's pulse-”
The matriarch stopped in a swift motion,she needn't to see this,the scene acting out Inside the lenses of her goggles was more than enough to explain the situation she knew all too well from the past experiences...
They had to talk,if this was love -just like one of hers and Pedro's- then the two relatives had to talk a few things out,it was of great importance. Noone should see Julieta fooling around before marriage and since she was of age...some things got to alter for the young adult-
Alma knew no name of that guy,all she acknowledged is that she wasn't quite fond of him. He was always tripping on his feet,covered in bee stings, n really close to what she expected her daughter to find,to match her exquisite gift,personality...but on second thought -truth be told- he adored and loved her daughter,
it was an evidence silently spoken through the sparkle in their eyes...
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magicalmadrigals · 2 months
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The Innocence of Intimacy - 1
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[Synopsis: A series of one shots following the relationship of Julieta and Agustin Madrigal from the fledgling days of their relationship into the beyond.]
Read on AO3 or under the cut! ♥️
Julieta brought a hand to her stomach as she laid down next to Gus on the little rug in the treehouse, full from the picnic they shared, and sighed under her breath as she got comfortable and looked up at the stars. She had had the most wonderful evening thus far and that was all thanks to him making it so special. When she met him at the treehouse like he asked, she rolled her eyes when he showed up with beestings all over him. She could remember muttering something about him needing to be a lot more careful, but then he pulled out the most beautiful roses and she forgot why she was annoyed with him.
It was a year to the day they met – well, to the day he fell on his face and got healed by her for the first time – he told her when she inquired as to what the occasion was. Him being so sentimental made her laugh initially, but then she thought about how he remembered that when it had truly slipped her mind and it made her heart melt. She should have expected something like that from him in all fairness. He was so sweet, probably the sweetest man she knew, and him wanting to celebrate this moment made a lot of sense. She had loved having him a part of her life since he came to Encanto rather early last year.
He was the clumsiest hombre she had ever known and, admittedly, she had probably healed him more than anyone, but her seeing him so often helped them bond and he quickly became her best friend. He made life so fun and her long, hot days in the middle of town so much easier to get through. He was a very important part of her life and she couldn’t imagine it without him in it any longer. She didn’t want to either. A world without him was a world she did not want to live in and she didn’t mind admitting it. Her mamá didn’t care much for him, she had made that clear, but she felt that way about most people.
She no longer cared as much about what her mamá thought though.
She refused to let her dictate who she could and could not spend her time with any longer.
Turning her head in his direction to see him staring up at the stars above them, she smiled before she turned her attention back to them and connected them with her eyes to see the constellations. “I guess Pepa must be in a good mood for once,” She teased, lifting her hand from her stomach in order to tuck her arm beneath her head. “I love coming out here to look up at the estrellas, but her clouds get in the way most of the time and it makes it hard to see. They look beautiful tonight though, don’t you think?”
“Sí…”
She sensed he was feeling unsure of himself when he took a minute to respond and his voice trembled when he did, but when she turned her head again and felt him brush his fingertips against her own her breath caught in her throat. She lay still for a second, unsure if it was intentional or nothing but a slip of his hand, but there was no doubt in her mind when he caught her eye and did it once more. Her not moving her hand away helped him grow in confidence. He started to play with her fingers and she only moved closer to him, her fingers brushing against his own in response as she shared a smile with him. She could tell there was still a little uncertainty there. He still feared she was going to pull back at any moment and break the spell, but doing anything of the sort was truly the farthest thing from her mind.
She had wanted this for longer than she could remember.
He had been dropping hints for months now, he must have fallen for her – quite literally – as quickly as she did, making excuses to linger near her in town and standing close enough to her to brush her arm with his when they chatted. She wanted to be certain that that was what it was before she did anything about it though. She had been wrong in the past and it was so humiliating, an experience she had zero desire to repeat, but he was proving she was right to believe he wanted more than friendship from her. He wanted the same thing she did. He wanted her and knowing that filled her with so much happiness.
Once they had gone on like that for a little while, exchanging deft little touches, she brought her hand back slightly and the look of disappointment that flashed across his face did not go unnoticed by her. Rather than let him think the worst though, she pressed her palm flat against his and laced her fingers with his own before squeezing his hand when he swept his thumb across her knuckles. “I thought you had no idea.” He told her, his cheeks turning crimson as she chuckled gently and cuddled close to him.
“You are many, many things, amor, but subtle is not one of them.” She teased. “I always had a feeling.”
“You could have told me and put me out of my misery.” He replied with a slight pout.
She nodded. “I would have, but there are two reasons why I decided not to. One reason was because I had a hard time being sure if they really were hints or if I was making something out of nothing. When I realized that I was right, it became more about me knowing how important it was to you that you got to make the first move. I could easily have been the one to take your hand then. You have no idea how many times I have wanted to do that when we were together, but I would have been rushing you into it and it wouldn’t have been right. Leaving it to you meant it took a lot longer, but now you’re ready too.”
He brought his free hand up and moved her curls out of her face, tucking them gently behind her ear, and when he laid his hand on her cheek he stroked his thumb against her skin and sighed. “I want you so much,” His voice was soft as he studied her features. “But I already know your mamá won’t allow it.”
“Mi mamá has no reason to know,” She brought a hand to the side of his neck and moved closer to him until they were chest to chest, leaning her forehead against his and smiling at the feeling of his breath against her face as his hand fell to her waist. “I love her so much, I do, but she believes she can control more than she can. She thinks she can control me and who I fall in love with – I know she has been out trying to track down an hombre for me – but I refuse to let her. If we have to keep this a secret for the time being so we can be together, then fine. You make me so happy and I am not letting her ruin that.”
His hold on her waist tightened as he leaned back a little to look at her. “So…what now then?”
“We carry on like normal for a while,” She shrugged. “Mamá will catch on quickly if we spend too much time together in town. I think she already has her suspicions and that would only convince her further. We have this though,” She pats the wooden panels of the treehouse beneath them. “She knows nothing about this place. The only people that do are us and my hermanos. Félix too, probably, because I know Pepa sneaks him up here no matter what she says. None of them would run and tell mamá about us if they found out though. Not even Bruno. He might – no, he will – complain, but he won’t do that to me.”
“As long as I get to hold you, I’m contenta no matter what.” He admitted.
He released her hand then and opened his arms to her and she smiled, shuffling into them without so much as a second thought and lying her head on his chest as he wrapped them tight around her. She could feel him running a hand up and down her back as they laid there together in comfortable silence for a time, her own hand curled into his shirt, and her eyes fell shut when he buried a kiss in her curls.
She already knew it was going to be hard to keep their relationship a secret from her mother.
They would be discreet and, like she said, her brother and sister would keep their secret if they asked, but this was her mamá she was talking about. It was as though she had a sixth sense or something. In her childhood, she managed to know she and her hermanos were going to get themselves into trouble long before they even had the idea to do so. It was rare that things got by her, so there was the slight fear she would work it out before she was ready for her to, but she would stand her ground regardless.
She was almost an adult now, a fully grown woman, and she was allowed to make her own choices.
She was allowed to be with the man she loved if she wanted to be and that was exactly what she’d do.
No matter what her mamá said.
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cartblanch · 2 years
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More sketches of young cool colour parents because I am OBSESSED ;—;
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historysquib · 2 years
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Fic #2?? Whoa! I am very unsure about this but I did put my heart and soul into it. 
I hope you all enjoy this fluffy fic about Julieta and Agustín with some Pepa time thrown in. :)
@sophiasi1172 has been very helpful in everything... She was an important piece in helping me figure out a title. xoxoxo
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magicalmadrigals · 2 months
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Foreshadowing - Julistin x Isa One-Shot
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[synopsis: Isabela has always been fascinated and in awe by all things fauna and flora, but just how far back does that love go?
Side note: This is a rewrite of an old one shot of mine because I wanted to do it more justice and I love the way this one came out. I'm thinking of rewriting a couple things to make them better too, so we will see! Happy reading <3]
Julieta smiled at the sound of her baby girl babbling softly to herself in her high chair as she added some guascas to the pot on the stove. She wasn’t even a year old yet, her Isa, barely eight months, but she was incredibly vocal and if she had an opinion on a matter then she made it known. It was one of the things she adored about her. On the nights she struggled to sleep, which was most, she would sit up with her and they would have the longest ‘talks’ while Gus snoozed beside them. She probably had no idea what she was saying most of the time, but she was never without a squealed or babbled response and she was just such a little joy to be around.
It was the sound of her beating on the tray of her high chair that pulled her from her thoughts and prompted her to turn, wiping her hands on the front of her apron, and warmth pooled in her chest as she watched her. She was biased, no doubt, but she was the most beautiful baby she’d ever seen. What with her copper skin, a headful of tight dark curls, rich brown eyes and a beauty mark upon her cheek. She was also such a happy baby – she only really cried when she was hungry or feeling unwell, and that made balancing everything they had to so much easier for herself and her esposo.
She was sure it was all to give them a false sense of security though.
Their next baby, though they would love it just as much, would probably be a little troublemaker.
She stood and watched her daughter entertain herself for a while as the soup continued to boil and her focus turned to the rose in her chubby little hand. It truly amazed her it was still in one piece. Normally, she would play with something for a while and then get tired of it and either launch it at her papí or try and eat it, but that wasn’t the case this time. It had been hours since she found it, crawling around in the garden while she gathered the herbs she needed, and she had been playing with it since she had removed the sharp little thorns from the stem to make it safe for her to do so.
She was clearly in awe of it.
When her daughter turned her head and locked eyes with her, holding the rose in her direction in what she deemed an attempt to get her to smell it, she made her way over and lifted her from her high chair before sitting her on her hip. She laughed when she shoved the rose in her face, forcing her to smell it, and her hold of her tightened as she took a breath in before humming with delight at the fragrance. “Hermosa!” She told her, causing her to screech and flail her arms in excitement.
“Sounds like you two are having a nice time! I do feel like I’m missing out on the fun though.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of her husband’s voice and smiled as she watched him come walking into la cocina. He had been out all day near enough, completing various chores, and she had seen little of him since breakfast, so it she was glad to have him home. “I should carry on with dinner, so you can have a cuddle with her if you’d like.” She gestured to their girl, smiling.
“I would like,” He beamed, chuckling when Isa reached for him. “Papí would like that so much.”
He smothered her with quick little kisses once his wife had handed her to him, his arms wrapped tight around her as she giggled and kicked her legs with excitement. If there was one of thing that made his long, hot days the tiniest bit easier to get through then it was knowing he was returning to his girls once he was done. Seeing how pleased they were to see him pleased him just as greatly. “I have to say, you are looking beautiful this afternoon, mi mariposa.” He said after pulling back a little, straightening her dress with one hand and holding her closer with the other, and he laughed when she reached up to grab at his nose.
For as long as he could remember, it had been something of a target for her tiny hands.
Spotting the rose in her other hand, he turned his head to free his nose from her grasp and smiled when she held the stem in both hands. “I think she might have found a new favourite toy,” Julieta explained, smoothing a hand across his lower back before making her way back over to the stove. “She found it quite a while ago and hasn’t put it down. I thought she would have gotten bored of it by now, but she honestly adores that thing.”
“It is very lovely,” He admitted. “Not as lovely as my girls, but certainly the next best thing.”
Before he had so much as a chance to register what was happening, their little girl thrust the rose in his face the same way she had to her mamá and he was taken aback for a second before smiling and breathing in its scent. He had to say, it was nice. “Can you imagine if her gift has something to do with fauna y flora?” He said to his wife, glancing at her to see her tasting the soup in the pot before she took a pinch of salt and added it, stirring it in. “That would be something, wouldn’t it?”
“Mmm, but all that pollen would do nothing for your allergies, amor.” She teased.
“I have no idea what you mean.” He put his nose in the air.
Turning in place, she gave him a look. “You don’t remember the summer you nearly died then?”
“Ay, I married a reina del drama,” He shook his head. “I had a reaction. I did not almost die!”
“Thanks to me and my arepas. I saved your life and you should be eternally grateful.” She jested.
He shook his head and took three slow steps towards her before resting a hand on her hip through her apron, the two of them sharing a smile before he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. “I have so much to be grateful to you for,” He reached up to brush a curl from her face, stroking her cheek with the back of a finger before adjusting Isabela on his hip. “This princesa being the main thing.”
“She changed everything for us, but she is all I could want. You are all I could want.”
“And I feel the same way about both of you, mi vida, believe me. The exact same way.”
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cartblanch · 2 years
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magicalmadrigals · 2 years
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A Difference to Celebrate
“All I can think about is poor Alma. She must be so embarrassed.”
“And what about Julieta and Agustin? They must be so disappointed in her.”
“She has always struck me as rather odd, to be completely honest, I mean look at their other two! Isabela has always been so beautiful and Luisa so helpful. Every time I see her, she just seems to be standing there. She looks so weird.”
Julieta blinked back the tears in her eyes as she set the plate in her hand down on the table and glanced across the square at her baby. Mira was still in the shade, drinking her zumo de naranja and having fun with her toys, and knowing she was unable to hear the comments being made brought her the slightest comfort. Not that long ago, she had been sat at her feet with her teddies and the thought of her hearing a word of what was being said truly made her seethe.
These were grown women, for goodness sake.
Women who had children of their own, she knew, because she had healed them!
It astounded her that they had the audacity to stand there, mere feet away from her, and talk about her daughter in such a manner. Especially since there was no doubt in her mind that the three of them had spotted her playing in the shade.
Deep down, she had known this would happen. 
It would have been foolish on her part to think people would keep their opinions to themselves and no one would talk about what happened at the ceremony. She and Gus had told each other that night that they needed to prepare to hear things that would hurt them, but they had been certain people would drop the subject soon enough and move on to gossiping about something else as usual.
Almost a fortnight had passed now though, a full two weeks, and it was still a very big topic of conversation for some of those in Encanto. Some were easier to listen to than others because most people felt for Mira and would request she give her their love when she saw her, but there were a handful that were so cruel and would say the worst things about her baby. It was so hard for her to hear.
She had succeeded in biting her tongue and keeping herself from storming over to said ones up ‘til now, knowing it would do no good, but there was a limit to how much she would stand and take and she had just been pushed right past it.
Setting the plate in her hand down on the table once she was sure no one else was coming, at least for the time being, she took a breath and ran her hands down the front of her apron before turning and making her way over to the little group of women. It was clear when one of the three saw her coming because they shut up and turned, giving her the most ingenuine smiles she’d ever seen.
It would have made her laugh if she weren’t so furious.
“Ay, Juli, we were just talking about...”
“You have no need to tell me what you were talking about because I heard.”
“Then you’ll would have heard that-”
“I’ll tell you what I heard, shall I?” She cut in, crossing her arms as she looked at the three of them with disdain. “I heard you standing here, in the open, giving your opinión - your very unwanted and unwarranted opinión, I might add - of my hija. What was it that you were saying? You think she’s odd and just because she, for some reason, didn’t get her gift, she is inferior to her hermanas? I don’t require your opinión of her, Isabela or Luisa for that matter, muchas gracias.”
All the women could do for a time was stare at her with gaping mouths.
None of them had ever seen this side of her before, she knew that, but she was not about to be calm and collected with them when they had the nerve to speak down about one of her daughters and about all three of them as though they had more of an understanding of them than her. They were hers, for crying out loud!
“I think you might have mis-”
She scoffed, causing them to fall quiet again. “I do not care what you think and I think you’ll find I did not misinterpret a word of what any of you said,” She told them. “I think you should count yourselves afortunada that I was the one to hear you say it and not mi esposo because this is calm compared to how he would have responded. If you want my consejo, though I doubt any of you are going to take it, worry about your own children and allow me to worry about mine. Si?”
“Si...” Was the only response the women gave her. 
Shaking her head at them, she turned and walked away since she had a feeling there was no point in waiting for them to apologise. She was more concerned about packing up, grabbing her daughter and getting home before her afternoon had the chance to get even worse. 
It took her little time to clear the table and put the uneaten buñuelos and arepas in her basket, knowing her husband or one of the children would devour them later on, and when she turned to see her pequeña princesa running towards her she felt her spirits lift. She was as jovial as ever, the biggest smile on her face, and it was so infectious she failed not to smile too as she crouched down a little.
She wrapped her arms tight around her when she ran into her arms, potentially a bit too tight, and buried her face in the mass of dark curls on her head when her vision became blurred with tears. Her all upset was the last thing she wanted her seeing. “Hola, mi mariposa,” She sighed, kissing her crown. “Had a good time?”
“Si!” Mira nodded. “Can we go home now though, mamí? I’m a bit hambrienta.”
“Of course,” She breathed a sigh of relief before taking an arm from around her and hooking the handle of the basket on it, she and her sweet girl sharing a smile when she picked her up and got back to her feet. “Let’s get back home...”
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A hand on her back made her jump out of her skin when she was sat at the table in the kitchen in the early hours of the next morning, head in hands, and she looked up to see Gus standing there with a concerned look in his eyes. “Amor, I thought you came to bed hours ago,” He said in a gentle voice. “I was sure.”
“No, I did,” She told him. “I couldn’t sleep though, so I thought to come down.”
Rubbing tender circles onto her upper back for a time, he was certain something was wrong when he looked at her hands on the table and saw she was playing with her wedding ring. She only ever did that if she felt anxious or upset and was attempting to conceal it from him, one of the many things he had learned about her over the years, so he pulled out the chair at her side and sat down in silence.
He wanted her to tell him in her own time.
He never wanted to rush her when she was struggling, so he sat and he waited.
“I have no idea why people have to be so cruel, especially about a child,” Came her barely audible whisper several long minutes later, causing him to reach out and rest a hand over hers to keep them from shaking. “I hear things when I heal in the square. People are still going on about that stupid ceremony and I...I just worry this is something that is going to follow Mira around for the rest of her life.”
His brows knitted together. “What happened this afternoon?”
“I was standing at the table, waiting to see if anyone else was coming or if it was okay for me to pack up, and I overheard Claudia talking with Maria and Sandra. She said mama must be embarrassed by what happened and Maria said that we must be disappointed in Mirabel, but it was what Sandra said that upset me the most. She said she always thought she was odd and that...that Isa and Luisa are so much better than her. She said she looks weird, always standing beside us.”
“I would have given them a piece of my mind if I had been there,” He seethed as he brushed his thumb tenderly against her knee. “I know you used to consider them your amigas, but I was never fond of them because they only ever seem to be making trouble or gossiping about something or other they heard recently.”
She was quiet for a second. “Do you think...”
“No, I never have and I never will think anything of the sort.” He cut her off.
“But I carried her,” She met his gaze at last. “Surely, it’s a possibility.”
“Si, but by that logic wouldn’t it make more sense to say that I caused it because I was born outside the familia? I’m the normal one, though I’m not certain that’s the right term to use, so surely I would be the one to blame for this and not you.”
“Ay, Agustín, what are we going to do?”
Reaching up to brush a fallen curl behind her ear, he moved closer to her on his chair and went back to rubbing her back. “I doubt there’s anything we can do, but I would never want to change a thing about her anyway. It makes her unique, being gift-less, and I think her uniqueness is something we need to celebrate, not try and change. She is perfecto just like this, but I don’t need to tell you that.”
“No,” She sighed as a soft smile appeared on her face. “How do you do that?”
“Hmm? How do I do what?” He asked, confused. 
She turned in her chair, letting her legs hang over the edge of it, and laid a hand on the side of his neck so she could brush her thumb against his cheek. “For as long as I have known you, which is a very long time, you have always known the right thing to say at times like this. I love that about you, but how do you do it?”
“You should know a magician never reveals his misterios.”
“Si, but you are no magician as far as I am aware, so out with it.”
Chuckling, he leaned in to steal a kiss. “I have no idea, really, that’s the answer. I suppose I just know you so well now that I know how you need me to be when you feel like this. Sometimes, you need me to be an idiot to make you laugh and sometimes, like tonight, you need me to be serious because this is important.”
She hummed. “I guess that makes sense. What would I do without you?”
“Not have to heal bee-stings every day, have more food, have an easier life...”
“Agustín...”
“You would spend the rest of the night down here,” He teased before rising from his chair and taking her hands in his, making her do the same. “But, thankfully for you, you have me and I’m taking you upstairs so you finally get some sleep.”
Letting him lead her from the kitchen by the hand, she sighed. “You are an idiot.”
“Oh, I know, but I’m your idiot which means I am okay with that.” He teased.
“You are, mi vida,” She assured him. “You most certainly, certainly are...”
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magicalmadrigals · 2 years
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The First Move
[Tired of waiting for their clueless hombres to make the first move, Julieta and Pepa decide they are just going to have to take matters into their own hands.]
“Juli, you have been in here all night. You should come dance, enjoy the party!”
“No gracias, I…I, uh, want to get ahead. If tomorrow is anything like today then I need to be ready.”
From where she was sat on the edge of the table in la cocina, picking at the buñuelo in her hand and putting another piece in her mouth as she watched her hermana knead the dough for her arepas, Pepa frowned as she had a sneaking suspicion there was more to this than she was letting on. For as long as she had known her, so all their lives, she had never seen her turn down the opportunity to leave the kitchen for a couple of hours and have some fun. Not only that, but she adored parties and so there just had to be something going on with her.
Hopping down from the table once she was done eating, she began to make her way across the room to where Juli was standing at the counter and leaned against it, clearing her throat with a smirk when she looked at her out of the corner of her eye. “You know, I just remembered seeing Señor Rojas speaking with Félix and Bruno before I came looking for you,” She told her in a soft voice, doing her best to keep from chuckling at the deep blush she saw bloom in her cheeks. “I don’t suppose that has anything to do with you hiding in here, does it?”
“Ay Pepa, I’m not hiding!”
“Juli, who are you trying to convince? You or me?”
Julieta reached for the tea towel on the counter and used it to wipe the dough from her hands, sighing as she pushed the bowl away from her and turned around to lean against the counter like her hermana. “I act like an idiota in front of him,” She muttered. “I’m not like you, I have no idea how to talk to hombres and when he’s around me I forget how words work and then I start laughing at things that aren’t even graciosa because I get nervous. Not only that, but I can’t dance so I would make more of an idiota of myself if he asked me for one.”
“You…you think you’re the idiota?” Pepa raised an eyebrow. “The hombre fell over air earlier, remember?”
Julieta chuckled under her breath at the memory, reaching up to tuck a curl that came free from her bun back behind her ear. “He may not be the best at…well…life, but he’s still a caballero and so sweet and that’s what I love about him. You can’t deny there are too many hombres in this town who think the world revolves around them. Who think they can put their hands on us without our say so and complain when we aren’t grateful for the atención,” She watched Pepa nod in agreement as she rubbed at her arm. “I really don’t want to marry an hombre like that and I don’t think you want to either. I see the way you smile at Félix whenever he’s around.”
“Huh? No, no, no, I don’t like him like that.” Pepa argued though her face turned bright red.
“Now who’s trying to do the convincing?” Julieta teased. “Admit it, you have it as bad for him as I do Gus.”
Pepa smirked. “He is a bailarina fabulosa…”
“Do you think they know?”
“Oh, believe me, they know. They’re just too scared to do anything about it, cobardes.”
“Well then,” Julieta reached back to start untying her apron. “I guess that means we’ll have to.”
Pepa looked at her with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”
“This is the 20th siglo, I think we can ask an hombre to dance with us if we want to,” Julieta rolled her eyes. “I know I said the thought of dancing makes me nervous, but I don’t mind asking Gus as long as you ask Félix.”
“Okay, deal.” Pepa nodded.
Once her apron was removed and she had covered the large bowl of dough on the counter with the tea towel, Julieta reached for her hermana’s hand and the two of them began to make their way out of la cocina together. For a moment, they stood there in the doorway and scanned the courtyard with their eyes before they spotted both Félix and Agustín standing in the corner with their hermano. “Bruno is going to hate us for this, you do know that?” Pepa leant in towards her sister as she said those words, chuckling and giving her hand a squeeze.
“Ah, he hates us already so I don’t think it matters.” Julieta pointed out.
They shared a look before starting to weave their way through the many people dancing, chatting and drinking in the courtyard, and the three men looked up at them when they came to stand in front of them. Julieta was just about to open her mouth to speak when Pepa dropped her hand, grabbed the can of beer from Felix’s, set it down on the table and began to drag him away from the group. “Pepa, I said to ask not force!” She shouted.
Her hermana shrugged at her and she sighed and turned back to her brother and Agustín.
“Uh, everything okay, Juli?” Agustín raised an eyebrow at her.
“She’s going to ask you to dance with her because she’s irritante.” Bruno grumbled, sipping at his beer.
“You…you are?” Agustín asked, stunned, as he put his beer down beside Félix’s.
Julieta played nervously with her hands for a moment. “Sí. I…I mean, I…I was going to, but you don’t…”
Reaching for her hand, Agustín took it in his and chuckled when she fell silent. “I’d love to dance with you.”
“She can’t dance to save her life, by the way.” Bruno told him.
“Cállate!” She hissed.
“I don’t care, honestly,” Agustín admitted with a chuckle. “Come on.”
She let him lead her further into the courtyard then and he dropped her hand once they found a spot to dance in, bringing both his hands to her waist so he could pull her close while she laced her arms loosely around his neck. Swaying in time to the music, they looked at one another in silence for a little while before she let out a sigh and stepped further into him. “Bruno was right, you know, I really can’t dance.” She said, her voice quiet.
“Is that why you spent half the night hiding from me in la cocina?” He asked.
“Why does everyone think I was hiding in there?”
“Well, were you?”
“Uh, maybe…”
“Why were you hiding from me?” He pressed, brushing his thumb against her side through her dress.
“Because I didn’t want to make an idiota of myself and that’s all I do when I’m around you.” She admitted.
“You do?” He seemed genuinely surprised.
“You never noticed? Gus, I can barely string two words together half the time and I end up laughing because I get so nervous, how could you not notice?” Her brows knitted together. “I thought you thought I was strange.”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t think you’re strange. I think you’re asombroso and muy hermosa.”
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she felt her cheeks burn. “¿Honestamente?”
“Honestamente,” He echoed with a nod. “And if you need a little more convincing…”
He took a hand from her waist and the two of them stopped dancing for a moment, her heart beating slightly faster when he brought that hand up and took her by the chin. Her gaze moved slowly back and forth between his and his lips for a second and she swallowed nervously when he pulled her closer with the hand still on her waist, but then he brushed his lips against hers. It was a quick kiss, so quick she barely had time to respond to it, but when he pulled away she rested a hand on the side of his neck and brought him back down to her. She felt more than heard his chuckle as she kissed him tenderly and it made her smile, her love for him deepening.
When they parted again moments later, their breathing rather heavy as he leaned his forehead against hers and held her to him, they shared a smile and she cuddled against him on instinct. “I have been wanting to do that since the moment I met you,” He somehow breathed while looking into her eyes. “It was well worth the wait.”
“For me too,” She whispered, stretching up to kiss him once again. “Uh…I’m not sure what we do now.”
“For now, we dance,” He told her while his hands went back to her waist. “Everything else will come in time.”
Nodding, she slipped her arms back around his neck and teased the baby hairs she found there as they started to sway in time with the music once more. It was then that she remembered about her hermana and Félix and turned her head to look for them, a smile spreading across her face as she saw them dancing a short way away from them. It had been intimidating, the prospect of making the first move, probably just as much for Pepa as it was for her despite her being the more outgoing one, but she was glad they had found the courage to do so.
Should they have waited for them to do it, they no doubt would have been waiting all their lives.
It was no longer something they had to worry about though and she was sure there were many blessings ahead.
So many blessings.
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Playtime
 @ginnyweatherby and I have some of the best brainstorm moments I have ever known and it was through one of those moments that the idea for this one shot came about! I always love writing about Gus and Juli being silly with their kids when they were little, so this was a dream to write! Hope you like it!
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Glancing up from the cardigan she was in the middle of knitting at the sound of thundering feet and infectious laughter above her, Julieta looked over at the clock on the wall and a knowing smile appeared on her face when she noticed what time it was. It was ten-to-eight, very nearly time for her daughters to be put to bed, and the two of them were once again engaged in their favourite game with their father. She had no idea how the game came to be, to be honest, but it seemed as though he had done it one night purely to be funny and the girls had loved it and demanded he played it with them for ten minutes each night before they had to go to bed.
It gave them some much-needed quality time with their papí and tired them out in the process, so it was a win-win situation.
If there was an aim to this game of theirs, however, then she honestly had no idea what it was and they had been playing it for ages. All she knew was that it started off as something resembling a game of tag and then it turned into pure chaos when he succeeded in catching them. He would tickle them and smother them with kisses, causing them to squeal and giggle and try to wriggle away from him, and she was forever having to tell the three of them to quieten down just a little before they woke the whole of the Encanto up. Her girls always complained a bit at that, but they soon cheered up when she promised them a bedtime story once they were in bed.
“Mamí! Mamí!”
Reaching over to set her knitting down on the arm of the settee, she traced the curve of her growing bump with a hand and laughed when she turned her head to see her daughters running towards the sitting room as fast as their little legs could carry them. Roses were falling from Isabela’s hair, leaving a long trail through the courtyard, and Luisa had her thumb in her mouth while she dragged her treasured teddy bear behind her. It was on the tatty side and only had one eye due to a tragic accident, but she loved that thing. She wrapped her arms tight around them both when they reached her, allowing them to cuddle against her chest while they giggled.
“Papí is going to get us, mamí, papí is going to get us!” Isa told her, pushing an errant curl from her face as she breathed heavily.
“Standing around here isn’t going to do you much good then, princesas, is it?” Julieta teased.
“But you can protect us, mamí, you can keep us safe!” Luisa explained, taking her thumb from her mouth to pat her knee.
Julieta nodded in understanding. “I see. Where-“
Before she could even ask her question, her esposo appeared in the doorway to the sitting room and she felt her heart skip a beat. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, a couple of buttons on his shirt were undone, his hair was an utter mess and she was sure he had never looked more gorgeous. “You two are getting to be far too fast for your poor old papí, you know,” He puffed as he leant against the doorframe for a second, putting on a complete show of catching his breath which only made his girls laugh all the more. “I have you trapped now though, thankfully, you have nowhere else to go and you know what that means. It means that I win.”
“No!” Luisa argued as she and Isa climbed up onto the settee to sit with their mother. “Mamí is playing now and she’ll protect us!”
“Are you?” Agustín raised an eyebrow at his wife and gave her a smile.
Julieta shrugged. “I have no idea how I managed to get myself roped into this – I never do – but it definitely seems as though I am.”
“Maravilloso!” He rubbed his hands together with happiness. “Surely, that means mamí should be on my team.”
“No! Mamí is on our team! Why should she be on your team?” Isabela frowned while crossing her arms over her chest.
“Because, mi pequeña mariposa, I married her and that means she is on my team by default. Plus, I’m outnumbered already, so…”
“Ay, Agustín, they’re only little.”
“Sí, papí, we’re only little!” Isabela and Luisa reminded him, encouraged by their mother.
He huffed, slowly starting to approach them. “You are, but do you know what your being so little means?”
Isabela and Luisa looked at one another and then back at him. “What…?”
“You are the perfect size to steal!” He grabbed Luisa before she had time to react and immediately began tickling her, nearly getting himself deafened by her squeals as he held her tight to his chest and fell backwards into the armchair with her. He covered her face with quick kisses, chuckling along with her when she arched her back and fought with all the strength she could muster to get away.
“Let her go! Let her go! Let her go!”
Try as he might, he was unable to keep himself from chuckling louder when Isa jumped into his lap and started whacking him with a cushion she had taken from the settee. His glasses almost flew from his face at one point, but he somehow managed to wrestle the cushion from her hands and grab her with his free arm, dragging her to his chest and starting to tickle her ribs as relentlessly as he was her hermanita. “Mamí! Mamí, you need to…” Luisa managed to get out between bouts of laughter. “You have to try and save us!”
“You are the worst protector ever!” Isabela added.
Julieta only laughed as she got a little more comfortable against the cushion propped up against her back, rubbing circles onto her belly as her baby moved. “I hope you know what you signed up for, deciding to be born into this familia,” She said, looking down at her stomach. “I promise you, once you are born you are never going to know a moment’s peace again. Not with those three anyway.”
“Hey!”
“Hey!”
“Hey!”
Focusing her attention on her family again at their sounds of protest, she smirked at the way the three of them were looking at her. “I think you should get mamí, papí, that would be funny,” Luisa told him, patting his chest. “You should tickle her like you tickle us!”
Agustín chuckled nervously. “I think I might pass on that one, mi vida, I could do without another broken nose.”
“Ay, it has been over a decade, would you let that go? Besides, it was your own fault! Who sneaks up on somebody and tickles them?”
“I thought it would be graciosa. I was trying to surprise you!”
“You did surprise me,” Julieta reminded him. “You also got a surprise of your own out of my response, so I consider us even.”
Leaning in towards her sister, Isabela lowered her voice and said: “Remind me to never, ever tickle mamí.”
Luisa nodded, wide-eyed.
“Oh, mi princesa, I would never hurt you!” Julieta assured her little girl, a giggle in her voice.
“So, you just save that for your esposo?” Agustín teased.
“In my defence, your nose is a little on the big side. Not easy to miss.” She winced.
Agustín threw his hands up. “I feel so blessed to have such a loving esposa.”
“I would not be going through this for a third time if I didn’t love you, Agustín Madrigal, I assure you of that.” She stroked her bump.
He failed to hide his smile as he scooped their girls up in his arms and carried them over to the settee, his love for them deepening as they rubbed their eyes with the backs of their hands before taking hold of the front of his shirt and closing their eyes while he sat down beside his wife. He made himself comfortable, tightening his hold of them both, and then turned his head in Julieta’s direction only to find himself caught in one of the softest kisses known to man. “Not that I’m complaining…” He took a moment to gather his thoughts when their kiss ended and she shuffled back into her own space, smiling up at him. “But what was that for? What did I do?”
“You were you,” She shook her head. “I love how you make time for them even when you feel tired. I love them laughing like that.”
“I have no words for how much I love them. For how much I love you,” He admitted as he ran his hands along their daughters’ backs, lulling them further and further into a restful slumber while looking into her eyes. “All I wanted when I came here was this. I wanted to find a beautiful, marvellous woman to make my own and start a familia and I have done both those things. This place is magical.”
She tried so hard to behave, she really did, but she couldn’t resist. “No, you don’t say…”
He gave her a playful nudge. “I know you know exactly what I mean.”
“I do,” She nodded as she leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling him kiss her brow. “I wanted you from the second I saw you.”
“Juli, you only saw me because I fell on my face and a crowd of people gathered around me to make sure I wasn’t dead.” He said.
“I know, but I also know you fell on your face because you were too busy staring at me to look where you were going.” She smirked.
He hummed, unable to argue with that. “I was mad about you back then and nothing has changed.”
“Te amo.”
“Yo también te amo. Now, what do you say we put these two dormilonas to bed and treat ourselves to an early night for once?”
“You know,” She tilted her head back on his shoulder, brushing her lips against his. “That is the best idea you have ever, ever had…”
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Again, this idea came from another one of my conversations with the absolutely wonderful @ginnyweatherby who I have some of the best chats with! I came up with the idea of having the madrigal sisters have foreshadowing moments of what their future gifts would be and I finally got around to writing one for Isabela! If you would like me to do another two for Luisa and Mirabel, please let me know!
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Julieta smiled at the sound of her baby girl babbling to herself in her high-chair as she added some guascas to the pot on the stove. She was only nine months old, her Isabela, but she was incredibly vocal and if she had an opinion on something then she made sure you knew about it. It was one of the things she adored about her. On the nights she struggled to sleep, which happened to be most nights, she would sit up with her and they would have the longest “chats” while Gus slept on beside them. She knew she had no idea what she was saying to her most of the time, but she was never without a babbled response and she was so much fun to be around.
It was the sound of her beating the tray of her high-chair that pulled her from her thoughts and prompted her to turn around, wiping her hands on her apron, and warmth pooled in her chest as she watched her for a time. It was probably biased for her to say such a thing, but she was the most beautiful baby in all the world with her copper skin, a headful of dark curls, rich brown eyes and a beauty mark on her cheek. She was also such a happy baby, the only time she cried was when she was hungry or feeling under the weather, and that made things easier for her and her husband. She was certain it was all to give her a false sense of security though.
Their next baby, even though they would adore it as much as they did her, would probably be a little troublemaker.
She stood and watched her daughter entertain herself for a time while the soup in the pot continued to boil and her focus turned to the beautiful rose that was caught in her chubby little hand. It astounded her that it was still in one piece. Normally, she would play with something for a while and then grow tired of it and either launch it at her papí or put it in her mouth, but that was far from the case this time. It had been hours since she had found it, crawling around in the garden while she gathered the herbs she needed for the soup, and she had been playing with it ever since she had clipped the tiny thorns from the stem to make it safe for her to do so.
It was clear to see she was in awe of it.
When her baby girl turned her head and locked eyes with her, thrusting the rose towards her in what she managed to work out was an attempt to get her to look at it or breathe in its smell, she headed over to her and lifted her from her high-chair before perching her on her hip and smoothing a hand over her hair. She couldn’t help but laugh when she shoved the rose in her face, forcing her to smell it, her hold of her tightening as she closed her eyes and breathed in before humming gently with delight at the pleasant scent. “Hermosa!” She exclaimed as she opened her eyes again, making her release a high-pitched squeal and flail her arms in excitement.
“It sounds as though you two are having a nice time! I do feel as though I’m missing out on all the fun though.”
She looked up from her daughter at the sound of her husband’s voice and smiled as she watched him come walking into the cocina. He had been out all day near enough, doing various chores, and she had seen little of him since breakfast, so it pleased her to have him home. “I need to carry on with dinner, so you can have a snuggle with this little one if you like.” She gestured to their sweet girl.
“I would like,” He beamed, chuckling when Isa flung her arms out towards him as he approached. “Papí would like that so much!”
He covered her face with quick little kisses once his wife had given her to him, his arms wrapped tight around her tiny frame as she laughed and squealed and kicked her legs with sheer happiness. If there was one thing that made his long days the tiniest bit easier to bear, it was knowing that he would be coming home to his two girls once he was done. Seeing how pleased they were to see him pleased him in return. “I have to say, you look muy hermosa today, mi mariposa.” He said when he pulled back a little, straightening Isabela’s dress with one hand and snugging her closer with the other, and it made him laugh when she reached up to grab his nose.
For as long as he could remember, it had been something of a target for her small hands and she still had yet to miss.
Noticing the rose in her hand, he turned his head a little to free his nose from her grasp and smiled when she held it in both hands. “I think she might have a new favourite toy,” Julieta explained before starting to make her way back to the stove. “She found it quite a while ago and she has yet to put it down. I thought she would have gotten bored of it by now, but she honestly adores that thing.”
“It is lovely,” He told her. “Maybe not as lovely as my girls, but certainly the next best thing.”
Before he had so much as a chance to register what was happening, his daughter thrust the rose in his face the same as she had to her mother and he was taken aback for a moment before he eventually smiled and took a deep breath in to breathe in the scent. He had to say, it was quite nice. “Imagine if her gift turns out to have something to do with fauna y flora,” He said to his wife, glancing in her direction to see her tasting the soup in the pot before she took a pinch of salt and sprinkled it in. “That would be so brilliant.”
“It would, but all that polen would do nothing for your allergies.” She teased, looking over her shoulder at him.
“I have no idea what you mean.” He put his nose in the air.
Turning in place, she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. “You have no recollection of that summer you almost died?”
“Ay, I married a reina del drama,” He shook his head. “I had a bit of a reaction, I did not almost die!”
“Thanks to me and my arepas. I saved your life and you should be eternally grateful to me for that, amor.” She teased, smirking.
He shook his head and took three slow steps towards her before reaching out to rest a hand on her hip through her apron, the two of them sharing a smile before he dipped his head to place a kiss on her lips. “I have so much to be grateful to you for,” He reached up to brush a dark curl from her face before wrapping his arm securely around Isa once again. “This princesa being the main thing.”
“She changed everything for us, but she is all I could ever want. You are all I could ever want.” She sighed, her voice soft.
“And I feel the same way about the two of you,” He assured her. “You are everything to me. Absolutely everything…”
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“Have you decided where you’re going to ask her yet?” She asked before giving him a look. “Not la cocina.” “No, not la cocina, she spends enough time in there as it is,” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head in response. “I’m taking her out to dinner tomorrow night, we planned the date a couple weeks ago, and that part is going to be normal. When I walk her home, I’m going to ask her to come to the treehouse with me for a while and that’s where I’ll ask her. An old amigo of mine has agreed to set things up for us, so there…there’ll be candles and a basket of tortas waiting for us when we get there. I want it to be perfect for her. She means more to me than she could ever imagine, truly, and making her the happiest I can is the only thing I care about anymore.” Pepa laid a hand over her heart and blinked back the tears in her eyes. “Can you marry me instead?” “Hola, Pepí, I’m standing right here.” Félix reminded her, causing her to turn to look at him for a moment. “Sí, lo siento.” She smiled at him, reaching out to take his hand in her own.
The Innocence of Intimacy, Chapter 9 - Magical Madrigals.
The chapter you have ALL been waiting for it finally in the works!
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Chapter Two! This one was honestly so much fun to write, I loved it and baby Isa will forever have a special place in my heart. Thank you for all the love you all showed the first one, it meant the world to me and I hope you like this one too!
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Just a little bit of fluff because my writer’s block is raging, my motivation is kinda at a low and I haven’t visited this series in ages! Hope you like this one!
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Okay, so I finally updated this little fic and the time has come for the one you have all been asking me for! A certain someone MAY be asking a certain someone to marry them…👀 Believe me, it is 6000 words long for a reason. Happy reading, loves!
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Guess who is back with another collection of one-shots because I am obsessed with doing these and they are super fun. I had the idea for this while looking for a title for another one of my fics. I saw so many quotes from love songs that truly fit Julistin so well and so I had to do this. I have a feeling this is going to be such fun and I really hope you like reading these!
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