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zafirosreverie · 5 months
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Change the future part 3
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part 1
a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday
a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore
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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"
"But that won’t be today, Pepa"
Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 
Y/N’s back.
Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.
She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.
Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.
She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.
"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.
Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.
"Tía Pepa!!"
The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.
"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"
"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"
"We brought you presents!"
"But mine are better because I love you more"
"Not true! I love her more!"
"No, I love her more!"
Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.
You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.
"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"
At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.
"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile
"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”
Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.
“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"
"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"
"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.
You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.
The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.
The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.
"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.
Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 
The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.
"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."
"Bruno" you answered dryly
The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.
"It's good to see you again"
"I wish I could say the same"
Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.
It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.
"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate
"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking
"This is no longer your family"
"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.
"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"
"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.
You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.
"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"
"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"
"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"
"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.
She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.
She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.
Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.
And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.
"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.
"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.
You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.
"Don't you ever dare-"
 But it never came.
"IT'S ENOUGH!" 
You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.
It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.
No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.
Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.
"You insolent-"
"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."
You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.
"Let go, Julieta-"
"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"
That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.
The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.
Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.
"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.
"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"
"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"
"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."
"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"
"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"
"When you got the gifts?"
"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"
"Why?"
"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"
You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.
"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"
"That's right" he agreed.
"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"
"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"
You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.
"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.
"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"
You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.
"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly
"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"
"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."
"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"
Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.
"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled
He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?
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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.
You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.
You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.
Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.
Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.
The problem was Julieta.
She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.
It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.
As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.
You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.
It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.
"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you
"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up
"You have to see it for yourself"
You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.
Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?
"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly
"What?"
"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"
"I… I guess"
Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.
You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.
"Maybe we need to call-"
"No Juli, we don't need her"
You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.
"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world
"Excuse me?" you blinked
"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.
You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.
"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly
"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"
You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.
How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.
"Mami! mami!"
María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 
“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped
The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.
Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.
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Pepa: It’s impossible to make a sentence without using the letter a.
Bruno: Despite your thinking, it is quite possible, yet difficult, to form one without the specific letter. Here’s one more to further disprove your theory.
Julieta: Good one Bruno.
Pepa: Fuck you.
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deathlydeathovo · 6 months
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Medication
Contains the following:
Julieta, Suicidal Reader, Overdosing, Pills, Medication, Blood, Cutting, No gender mention.
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The world was blurry. You could see the simple shapes around you. A knife, your meds, and blood. Blood everywhere. It was coming from your mouth, your arms, and your legs. You had just overdosed, you were lying on the dinner table of the Casita. It was late. No one would find you like this.. no one to stop you.
Until there was a sharp gasp from the stairs.
you could slightly hear footsteps running toward you, to check on you. You tried to get up, to run from them. But your body wouldn't comply. your eyes were glossy, and almost shut. You could see a simple image of someone.. with a blue night-gown on, and it looked like.. Julieta. Your girlfriend. You could hear her talking, but you couldn't make out the words she was saying.
"Mi amor?! Can you hear me?!"
You could feel your body being lifted up, and sat up-right. "Oh no.. no no no.." You felt something being shoved in your mouth, you couldn't chew it, but your body automatically swallowed it. You choked on it for less then a second, and then your cuts and wounds healed, and you felt better. You still couldn't see, because your eyes were so glossy. The blood stopped flowing from your mouth, but it was still there. "J-julieta..?" she immediately hugged you. "Oh, Mi Amor!" You could hear her sniffling. Her head was nuzzled into your neck, and her breathing was fast, and shallow.
"I-It's okay.. calm d-down.."
Your voice was cracky, so it was hard to form words right. Still, this helped her breathing a smidge. "Mi amor.. I thought you.. you.." She hugged you tighter, she couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth. She pulled herself back, to look at your face. She put a hand on your cheek, her thumb rubbing it. "..I need to clean you up.." you felt a hand go around your bottom, then your back, lifting you up.
"hmm..? C-could you.. S-say that again..?"
She was already up the stairs. "I said I needed to clean you up, which I do.." Your eyes began to falter. Yes, you weren't overdosed anymore, but it was still late. You were tired. And tired of this bullshit world.
"Everything's gonna be okay.."
When you opened your eyes, you were sitting on a countertop. Specifically a sink countertop. Your arms and legs no longer reeked of blood, and you could see. Julieta was drying you off, since she had used the sink to wash you down. "S-sorry.. I'm sorry.." She lifted her eyes to meet yours. "You did nothing wrong, baby.. But, you need to tell me about things like this.." She picked you up again, and walked towards her bed. She then plopped you down, and she rolled in next to you. "I'm sorry I hadn't noticed sooner.."
"There was nothing to notice.."
Julieta spooned you, her being the big spoon. "close your eyes, my love.." She kissed your hair. "Go to sleep, rest well.." Your eyes slowly began to close. You could feel her warm breath on your hair, the back of your head.
"I love you, Mi amor.."
"I love you too.."
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lunatic-flores · 2 years
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𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒔𝒆.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 : 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎 didn't know that her precious 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 would hide a big secret from her since she was little, until the day she turned nineteen.
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⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱
There she is,
Standing alone in cold while holding a basket of fruits. Trying to remember what is she supposed to do in this life.
Her eyes kept staring into the lake as if she's having her own scenario in her own little world. (Y/N) shakes her head as she shift her gaze to where the casita is.
It's been eighteen years, she haven't told her biggest secret to her mother. She doesn't have any confidence to do so, her heart was beating so slow as if it could stop at any moment.
Her face was always pale since she was born in this cruel world, of course she tried her best to keep healthy, Some days, much like this one, (Y/N) felt slipping away from herself. Hallucinating almost everyday. She also barely eat, sleep, and almost never talk to any of her family.
She could hear the distant noise of her sister calling her name multiple times, so she turned fully to the source is. “Oh, Mirabel.” she mutters quitely making the youngest one cross her arms.
“You're daydreaming again, (Y/N).” the older sister raises her eyebrows as she soften her gaze to the younger one, “I am? I think i'm just tired.”
Mirabel frowns, clearly suspicious towards (Y/N). “Say, why don't you go take some rest and i'll do your chores.” the latter widen her eyes, “What? No, i still need to carry these fruits and those ingredients for Mamá—”
She immediately cut off when the youngest Madrigal snatch the basket of fruits from her, it surprises her that she can carry the heaviest basket of hers. “Nope! You're going to get some rest, Mi Hermana. You look very tired, so please.” Mirabel begged making the older one sighs in defeat.
“Okay, but don't overdo it, Mirabel. And thank you so much.” (Y/N) pats her younger sister head as she give her a small smile. How unfortunate, she's not going to see her growing up to a beautiful young lady.
She watches her youngest sister walked away while trying her best not to fall along with the fruits she just picked from the garden. (Y/N)'s smile falters as she put her hand on her chest to make sure that she still can feel the weak heart.
Not many people liked (Y/N) in the town, due to her cluelessness always bringing about misfortune, which she was very unaware of.
About her condition, as well, meant that they would have to take care of her more. People stayed away from (Y/N), except children, but even then the parents would hastily call them away.
(Y/N) never thought much about it, unaware of the scary rumours that revolved around her. People just didn’t like her. That’s it.
She's far different compared to Isabela who is loved by the people in town. Isabela was the opposite of her, as if she's the source light of life and (Y/N) is just a dark cold shadow who keeps hiding in their place.
But like i said, (Y/N) tried her best. She really did. For her Abuela, for the family, for the Encanto. Her thoughts were immediately interrupted when she remembered something, (Y/N) immediately returned to Casita and immediately took the teddy bear she had just sewn.
Surprisingly, she will give the doll to her mother, Julieta. A soft smile slowly crept on her pale face as she look at the stuffed teddy bear with crude stitching she had done to the teddy bear's chest.
(Y/N) held the teddy close to her chest and began to search for her mother presence. When she's about to enter the kitchen, she saw Isabela being healed by their mother.
“You hurt your ankle again?” “Sí, Mamá.” Julieta sighs as she hold her daughter's beautiful— perfect face carefully. For some reason, (Y/N)'s weak heart ache at the sight.
“Remember, Be careful next time.” Julieta smiles at Isabela who nodded her head. “I will, Thank you for the arepa, Mamá.” the perfect Madrigal giggles as she embrace her mother.
Until they heard something fall from the counter as they shift their gaze and only found a cute handmade teddy bear on the floor. Julieta slowly walked to the stuffed bear and pick it up while admiring it by flipping it over her palms.
“Do you know who made this?” Julieta asked her eldest daughter, “I don't know, i think it's Mirabel since she loved to sew.” Julieta smiles at the thought about her youngest daughter wanted to surprise her but failed.
“I'll be going now, don't want to leave the chores alone by itself!” Isabela quickly excuse herself as she flashed her mother a grateful smile and then leave the older woman alone in the kitchen with a stuffed teddy bear.
(Y/N) can only shut her mouth, almost having a heart attack by her own action after tripping herself. She internally scremed at herself, (Y/N) can only ducked her head in shame.
Not long after, She gasp as she've weathered another round of suffering, taking a moment to catch her breath and allow her heart to regain its ability to pump blood through her body.
“I have to take my meds, or else ... I won't be seeing her tomorrow on my birthday.” she mumbles while rub her backhead bashfully.
꧁༺༒༻꧂
There is no doubt that (Y/N) is going to die. Soon.
The young Madrigal keeps trying to find a courage to tell her mother that she is the one who sewed the stuffed teddy bear. Sadly, she doesn't have any.
Her weak heart keep beating and beating slowly as if begging for her to stop moving and rest for a while. But she keeps forcing herself to hit the limits, she keeps trying her best.
Not long after, she gave in, expecting for the worst as she enters the kitchen and see her mother is busy cooking for breakfast.
“Uh— Mamá?” (Y/N) called, Julieta stop her work and then turned to see her daughter, “Oh, (Y/N)! G'morning Corazón, Also— Happy birthday!” Julieta greeted her daughter as if she's still baby then hugged her tightly.
(Y/N) didn't hugged her back, making Julieta's smile falter. “Mi vida, are you okay?” The mother asks, (Y/N) raises her eyebrows as she soften her gaze.
“Yes, everything is okay but— i just want to let you know that the stuffed teddy bear you found yesterday, was sewed by me.” the daughter replies as she shift her gaze to the teddy bear where Julieta put it on the counter.
Julieta gasps, “You sewed? Since when? It's wonderful!” Julieta take the teddy bear and began to inspect it again. “I uh— two months ago, and i wanted to give it to you but i failed.” The second eldest daughter of hers ducked her head in embarassement.
“That is so sweet of you, Mi Amor, thank you— i love it. He looks very cute,” (Y/N) notices that Julieta's gaze was stop at the stitching chest on the teddy bear. “He got a heart transplant,” (Y/N) explains making the healer raises her eyebrows in question, tracing the stitching with her hand. “His heart was sick so he got a new one.”
Julieta soften her gaze and then kiss the teddy bear's chest. “Then, i'm glad you're the one who healed him.” the healer laughed at her daughter's priceless expression.
“Yes, i am glad.” she mutters, looking at her mother sadly. The grief inside her began to build up and swell in her chest, and it hurt her so badly.
She was so alone, so sad. She felt as if someone was stabbing at her weak heart with a knife, and it hurts do badly. She never thought that she's going to die and never see the loving mother and Family.
(Y/N) doesn't know why either she hides this weak heart of hers. The way she born different from her sisters and cousins. It made her heart drop. The meaning of a presence will be felt when the loss has taken it, if that happens, then only regret will be created.
She knew that if she dies, Julieta would blame herself for giving her a weak body, a weak heart. Weak lungs to breathe. A part of her didn't want that to happen.
“I haven't eat Mamá's arepa since i was little ... What will happen if i eat them again? Will this weak heart of mine would be stronger and healed?” (Y/N) mumbles making the older woman tilt her head in confusion.
“What did you just say?” the young Madrigal gulped, “Nothing, just some chores. Abuela wants me to deliver those packages again.” (Y/N) reasoned and then give her mother a warm smile.
“Alright then, be careful. If anything happens, find me at my stand like always, okay?” Julieta tiptoes to kiss her daughter's forehead and then her nose, making (Y/N) giggles.
“See you later, Ma!” little did Julieta know, (Y/N) take one of her arepa to test herself out before she's too late to try. The latter sprinted to their garden and then stare at the arepa for a moment.
“Okay then, you only live once. The moment of truth—”
(Y/N) immediately shoves the arepa into her mouth in a second and then let her favor the taste.
But she doesn't know that her hope betrayed her.
Two minutes later, she felt something inside her started to build up making her coughs so hard, (Y/N) close her mouth her both pf her hands as she tried her best to ease her coughing.
Her breath hitched, her throat constricted as if it didn't want to let her breathe through her mouth. Tears started to pool in her eyes as if they were ready to flow at any moment. However, she was in so much pain that she ignored the tears that started to roll down her cheeks.
It didn't kill her, but something inside her died that day.
When she stops coughing, she gasps when she saw the blood on her hands. (Y/N) falls on the ground, staring at the red liquid on her pale hands with shocked. She let a soft sob escape her lips as her tears mixed up with her blood.
“Dios ... Why me?” she sobbed quitely as possible, not wanting to let her cousin hear this sickness of hers. She bloody screamed internally. Debating with herself, should she tell her mother and the family or not. She doesn't had any idea either.
(Y/N) slowly gave in, accepting her fate that she's going to die. Forgetting about her chores as she wipes her bloody hands and mouth. The effect of the arepa is like forcing her weak heart to beat a lot stronger than before.
But that only made her heart pump the blood inside her body a lot faster, almost making herself explode at any moment.
(Y/N) couldn't do anything except stare at the blue sky she admire most since it remembered her to her mother's favorite color. Her smile, her laugh, her hugs, her kisses. She adores them all.
(Y/N) wipe her tears away and let herself to control her breathe.
She is going to die. Tonight.
꧁༺༒༻꧂
“Where is (Y/N)?” Isabela asks her sisters who doesn't have any idea either where their sister is.
“She's supposed to be here early!” Mirabel exclaimed as she keeps trying to search her sister from the crowds. “I think she's with Mom.” Luisa add in.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find her.” Isabela grab her sister's wrist and lead them to the kitchen. “Woah! Okay slow down—” Mirabel almost tripped but Luisa immediately catch her.
“Careful.” “Isa, slow down!—”
When they entered the kitchen, the three siblings saw their mother staring at a bloody ruana. And that ruana is (Y/N)'s. “Mirabel, Luisa. Can you two please go check your sister at her room? And Isabela,” the mother turned her gaze to where her daughter is.
“Let's see what she's been hiding from us.” with that, Julieta give the bloody ruana to Luisa and then the two of them quickly left the kitchen in order to find their sister. Isabela was stunned was she sees her mother's tears are gliding on her cheeks but still expressing her worried face without sobbing.
When they finally reach to (Y/N)'s room, her door was completely not shining at all. As if giving them a sign that she's no longer using her gift or she's not in this world already. Julieta wipes her tears away as she grab the knob and open the door immediately.
She saw her two daughters and (Y/N) stood up from her bed while taking the bloody ruana from Luisa's big hand.
“Luisa, i'm fine. There is nothing wrong with me— i'm not sick, no, let's just get ready to party.” the second eldest daughter pondered as she turned her head.
Finally looked at her mother in the eyes. (Y/N) gasped, seeing her worried expression. Julieta held her hands together, worriedly, as if she was waiting for an explanation from her sick daughter.
Isabela's eyebrows were raised, her eyes open wide, and her mouth was slightly agape. She was so worried and (Y/N) felt bad for putting her in this situation. (Y/N) felt bad for everything.
“Mira Mi amor - yo sigo aqui, yo sigo estando para ti.” Julieta walked closely to where (Y/N) is. The daughter can only sobbed as she helplessly hug her mother in tight embrace.
She just couldn't believe that she's going to die.
What a horrible fact indeed, The town's healer can feel that (Y/N)'s body is deadly cold like a corpse. She knew that this is going to happen, but she thought (Y/N) would survive since she didn't do any heavy things - no, she never did.
All she did was reading her books at her room, watching people work, helping her mother prepared for the breakfast, lunch and even dinner. Nothing more, no, nothing more.
“I— ... Mamí, i don't want to die. I-i'm scared, i don't want to— leave... No, i never wanted to leave you, all of you!”
Julieta's heart break at the sight, she couldn't believe it either. Isabela can only watch them in worried, Luisa couldn't help but felt uneasy inside herself, and Mirabel - she's very silent while fiddling her fingers nervously.
“Mi amor— ... Tell us, tell us what do you want to do, what do you want to eat, now.” Julieta whispers in her motherly tone as always, trying her best to calm her soon-she's-going-to-die daughter, even though she could screams at the top of her lungs.
“I don't know— i just ... I just want to be with you, that's all.” (Y/N) replied as she put her head on the mother's neck. Julieta glance at her daughters who are still standing behind her, doesn't know whar to do.
Isabela, being the oldest and responsible one, she understood the sign of her mother's eye gave to her. She quickly assure her sisters to go out from (Y/N)'s room, though she felt hopeless because she's going to lose her secretly favorite sister.
The oh so fragile one.
When they heard the door is finally closed, (Y/N) still wrapped her arms around Julieta's body. Not going to let her go, until the death do them apart. “Mamí,” (Y/N) called in softest way, couraging to stay alive in pathetic way.
“Yes, mi dulce?” Julieta quickly respond as she doesn't want to let her daughter down at her last moment. A comfort silence was filled in the cold room, Julieta's heart began to race too since she saw the bloody ruana of her daughter.
“—Te amo, Mamí. Ugh— ... Por favor, te amo mucho.” she mumbles as her body violently shaking.
It's been so long for her to say those words. Oh so long.
“Me too, mi preciosa, me too. Since the day you're in my tummy, i never felt that i don't love you.” She hushed in gentle tone, as she rubs (Y/N)'s back in circles.
(Y/N) couldn't help but felt relief, so relief that she can finally let the words fall from her mouth ever since she was little. Nothing making her worried now, she's finally relief and in peace. No more burden, no more mockery, no more hate.
Just some peace, love, and her mother.
Julieta help her daughter to lay herself on her bed then hold her hand, she smiled warmly for the first time ever and her eyes war reflecting an eternal happiness. Julieta can feel her tears started to fall again, but she keep her best to stay calm.
It's unbelieveable to stay calm when your dearest person is going to day, well, not to Julieta Madrigal. If this is what her daughter's want, then she'll take any risk to support her. Even though they had to be apart forever.
“Thank you for everything, Mamá ... I'm so lucky to be your— daughter.” and that broke Julieta down in any seconds, (Y/N) still manage to squeeze her hand to comfort her for the last time.
“Tell the others... i love them so much, okay? Please— i... I don't want to leave if my family didn't know that i— i love them dearly...” she sobs, her weak heart beats started to slow more and more. Julieta nods her head, no words to let out.
With that, (Y/N) smiled at her mother then breathed for her one last time. Julieta can feel her daughter's hand no longer holding hers as kept holding it and put it on her forehead.
Though, one day, (Y/N) hope that the necklace that she brought and put it inside the teddy bear can be notice by her mother. A beautiful golden necklace that engraved a special name for the town's healer.
‘ Mi Mama - Julieta. ’
⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱
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yandereencantosimp · 2 years
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Rest now (Yandere Madrigal family x writing fatigued! reader)
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(sorry for not uploading lately, I just haven't been that sure on what to write, also thank you to @thefieryphoenix for requesting once again!)
The passing couple of days you had only been writing, you were exhausted. But you couldn't stop, you needed to finish this book.
The Madrigal family watched worryingly, as you walked down the stairs. They knew how you had been denying your self care, they really wanted to help you but you would hiss, every time they tried. "Are you ok, mi Amor?" Camilo asked, his voice filled with concern "Yes I'm fine, I already told you that!" You replied, snapping at him. They could tell how you hadn't been getting any sleep at all. Ugh, how those purple bags drooped under your eyes.
All they wanted was for you to take care of yourself, and be in good health. But you didn't want to, you were only focused on your writing and that was it, maybe getting some food or a drink every once in a while as well. You went into the kitchen, quickly grabbing a cup of water. Then returning to your room.
You continued scribbling on your page, (I don't know what they used to write back then, so don't come for me) jotting down your story, like you already had been for the past hours of the day.
Some time had passed, now it was dinner. You did feed yourself and drink, but you never cleaned your self or slept. You felt all the Madrigals stares on you, but you didn't care what they thought, they didn't know how much this meant to you. After you had finished our dinner, you climbed out of your chair, then walking back to your room.
But, you never made it, because you suddenly felt dizzy. You felt, tired. Did Julieta drug the food? Unfortunately for you she had. Your body made a loud thump as you fell onto the floor.
Your eyes slowly opened, your vision was slightly blurry, and you felt dazed. You then heard whispers of the Madrigal family follow. "W-what, where am I?! Let me go!" You demanded, while also thrashing in the ropes, "sorry Amor, but we can't do that." Pepa replied calmly. "Y-you don't understand! I n-need to finish this book!" "stop worrying about that book doll, you need rest" Dolores told you. "N-n-no! No rest! I need to finish it!" you screamed, "you are staying here Estimada/Estimado, whether you like it or not" Julieta said coldly. You gulped.
Suddenly, Julieta came over to you, and shoved a arepa in your mouth. Forcing you to chew. "Rest now" Julieta told you gently, you eyes slowly started to shut, making your world turn black.
(make sure you take care of yourself no matter what!)
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Julieta with a fem reader who is frail and sickly and thus always needs to be taken care of.
(Sure!)
Care (Yandere Julieta x frail/sick fem! reader)
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(I honestly don't even know anymore with the gifs, I give up.)
Tw: hoping another stays sick (Sorry wasn't sure how to word it.), unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.
You arm weakly attempted to put the spoon into your mouth, but it only resulted in spilling the soup onto yourself. And the spoon as well, dropped onto the blankets.
Julieta looked worryingly at you, quickly attending to you. "Are you alright mi amor? Let me help you." "Thanks," you barley managed to get out. Giving a smile to her. "Let me go get a change of clothes, don't do anything silly please..." Julieta told you as she headed out the door.
You did as you were told, waiting for Julieta to return. She then helped you change into clean clothes. Also bringing back some food for you to eat.
Julieta put the spoon into your mouth, patiently waiting for you to swollow the soup. She done the same every time, then bringing up a conversation. A mostly concerned one.
"Has my food been helping you, at all?" She asked, "only slightly." You weakly replied. A frown curved onto Julieta's face, "I really hope you get better mi amor." "I hope so too."
Julieta then walked to the kitchen, placing the bowl on the bench beside her. She then gave a smile, she honestly didn't mind taking care of you. She loved feeding you, helping you dress. Julieta hoped you stayed like this, forever...
(Sorry, kind of needed to add some yandere to it.)
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Y/N, blocking her sight with her hands: i can't see anything
Julieta: maybe if you'd move your hands you'll see something
Y/N, squinting: can't, I'm blinded by your love
Julieta:
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sundaybee · 2 years
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Miscommunication (Julieta x Fem!Reader)
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Take note that I do not speak fluent Spanish so if I’ve butchered a word or phrase (Google Translate) I apologize. Please let me know so I can correct it. I also did not make the gif.
This will be part one of maybe eight or nine parts if there is interest in me posting the rest. I’ll update once I figure out how I want to divide it up. I hope you all enjoy and don’t tear it apart too much!
Part 2
Take note: Y/N is eighteen and the triplets are twenty.
Shout out to @zafirosreverie who’s stories are the inspiration behind mine!
“Feliz Cumpleaños mi corazón!”
You looked up from your spot at the kitchen counter. You were finishing up the labels on the jars of jam you and your mother would be taking to the marketplace to sell. 
“Gracias mamá.” You replied with a smile and went back to your task. Today was your eighteenth birthday and your mother had agreed to let you have the house tonight for a sleepover with your friends. She’d be spending the night with her boyfriend at his house.
“Are you excited for your friends to come tonight?” Your mother asked as you finished your final label.
“Sí it should be a fun night.” You said, your smile widening at the thought. All week you had been practically shaking with excitement at the thought of your birthday. 
“And what time will the Madrigal’s arrive?” 
“Around 5:30pm, when they finish their chores.” You replied and packed the final jar into the crate. 
You pulled your dark hair out of its ponytail and shook your curls back into place. You hated having your hair pulled back, but it did make doing your job a lot easier. You wiped some remaining jam onto the apron wrapped around your waist before removing it and hanging it back up in its spot, revealing your typical sage colored dress.
The Madrigal triplets were your dearest friends. You had known them for practically your whole life and you were one of the few that didn’t try to use them for their gifts. 
You never asked Bruno, the youngest triplet, for visions. Instead you asked for new episodes of his rat telenovelas. Bruno had the heart of a true artist. You never thought of him as a bad omen or this scary villain lurking around the village and you were definitely the first friend he had outside of his sisters. He was the most soft spoken, timid person you had ever met and you hoped he never changed.
You always encouraged Pepa, the middle triplet, to feel what she was feeling. You didn’t mind getting soaked by her rainstorms or whipped up by her tornadoes. You were the first person to suggest that instead of crying for sad reasons to water the crops, she should instead laugh so hard that she cried. The red head seemed happier with the chore ever since. 
What could be said about Julieta, the eldest triplet, other than she was the kindest soul you knew. Anytime you injured yourself, even just a simple scrape, you had to assure the eldest you were fine. She often had to force you to take food from her, even for serious injuries, because you wanted her to always know that you valued her more than her gift. Other than yourself and her family, you couldn’t say for sure if anyone saw the value Julieta the girl had and not Julieta the healer. 
You loved the triplets and they loved you. It was as it had always been and always would be.
“Well mi vida let us get going. These won’t sell themselves.” Your mother said and with a nod you lifted the crate and followed your mother out into the morning air.
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“Y/N! Are you as excited for tonight as I am?!” You looked up to see Pepa waving wildly at you and rushing to your family’s stall. By the look of her wet clothes she must have just finished her chore of watering the crops. It was midday by now and the sun was high in the sky, a reflection of the red head's current mood.
“Hola Pepa! Sí I can’t wait for tonight!” You said, your smile widening.
“I bet you’re excited to see a certain someone in her nightgown.” Pepa said quietly, and her smirk only grew when she saw how red your face turned.
“Pepa!” You practically shrieked and grabbed at the girl, earning a look from her mother. You shot her a nervous smile and forcefully turned Pepa away from your mothers gaze.
“You are going to be the death of me!” You said in hushed tones. It took a lot of convincing to get both your mother and Señora Madrigal to agree to let the triplets spend the night at your house and Pepa was going to ruin it in one comment. 
No matter how close you were to the triplets, having the freshly minted twenty year olds spend the night, especially with Bruno, had been a task. Both mothers were concerned with you and Bruno being in a room together at night. Little did either of them know that your affections were for a different triplet. But with promises of Bruno sleeping in another room you had received both blessings for your little party. 
Pepa laughed and hugged you close with her free arm.
“You are much too easy to frazzle.” She whispered before pulling back and laughing again at your red face.
It was no secret to Pepa (or Bruno for that matter) that you had a certain fondness for the eldest triplet. You had confined in Pepa your feelings for her sister and she watched as you lived with your longing for years. 
Pepa had told you, begged you, countless times to confess to Julieta, but your fear of losing her friendship outweighed the chance she might return your feelings. 
“Y/N come here for a moment.” You looked back at your mother before giving Pepa a look to control her snickering before moving to your mother.
“Here.” Your mother extended to you a small wrapped package. Taking it you looked up at your mother who was grinning ear to ear before you finally tore open the paper.
“Mamá…” the words died on your lips. In the box lay a locket, and upon closer inspection there was a picture of you, your father, and her from your childhood nestled inside. Your father had died when you were eleven after battling illness for a long time.
“He would be so proud of the woman you have grown to become.” Your mother said, putting her hands on your shoulders. Pepa had creeped closer to see what you had received and smiled at the gift.
“Now you can have a little part of him close to your heart at all times.” Your mother said and wiped away the loan tear that ran down your cheek. 
“I’ll treasure it always.” You said and turned around so your mother could clasp it around your neck. 
“Now run along and enjoy your birthday.”
“But mamá the day isn’t over yet.” 
“Y/N I think I can handle running our stall by myself for a few hours.” Your mother rolled her eyes at you. “Think of it as another birthday present.” She said giving you a kiss on your cheek.
You glanced at Pepa and then back at her. 
“Are you sure?” 
“Sal de aquí!” Your mother said as she shooed you out of the stall.
“Gracias!” You called out before linking your arm with Pepa’s and running off with the girl. Your mother smiled fondly as the laughter of the two of you faded away.
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Julieta was having a rotten week. Every morning she was up at 3:30am to begin preparing food for the village and breakfast for her family. She spent no more than two minutes scarfing down her breakfast with her family before she was back in the kitchen finishing up for the village before she was scurrying out the door.
This week so many people had come complaining to her about what she made. Someone always hated its flavor, someone had an allergy she didn’t account for, someone dropped it and needed another. She wasn’t used to days, let alone weeks, like this. The people should just be happy receiving life saving food for free and quit complaining. If she was more rebellious like her sister maybe she’d boycott one day and see what would happen.
As she passed out food her mind drifted to the conversation she had with her mother the other night while washing the dishes.
“Julieta, remember you are meeting that boy from the city for dinner Friday night.”
“Yes mamá I remember.” She said rinsing the glass of soap.
Ever since she and her siblings turned eighteen she had been trying to find matches for her children. Julieta simply smiled and went along with her mothers notions but deep down she knew her mother would never pick the one person she could see herself with. Her mind began to drift to a pair of soft brown eyes and dark curls.
“Do you understand mi vida?” 
Julieta blinked back to reality and looked at her mother, she missed everything she just said.
“Sí” she replied and placed the glass on the shelf. Alma sighed.
“His name is Agustín and you’ll meet him at Señora Guzman’s restaurant at 5:00pm tomorrow. If all goes well we might begin to plan a wedding!” Alma said and clasped her hands together. Julieta turned away from her mother, not daring to say anything. 
“Señorita Madrigal are you alright?” A soft voice awoke her from her thoughts. A young man stood in front of her.
“Sí I’m okay. Just drifted off.” Julieta said as she offered the man an arepa. She didn’t recognize him but his wrist was twisted in a terrible way.
“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Oh I was helping my abuelo paint the side of the house when I slipped off the ladder.” He said with a chuckle.
“Goodness! You must be more careful!” Julieta said.
“I guess that’s what the city boy gets for trying to help.” The man chuckled. Julieta must have made a face when he said the city because he chuckled again.
“I’m Agustín, I believe we are meeting for dinner tonight.” He said with a smile. Julieta visibly paled.
“Lo siento, yes we are! I just didn’t expect to meet you in my line.” She nervously said, taking note of the growing line, at this rate she’d be meeting no one for anything. 
“I’ll let you be, it seems you have a lot of customers. I look forward to tonight.” He said, giving her one last smile before he headed on his way. He seemed nice enough, like a gentleman, but if she didn’t feel a spark now she doubted she would later, but she’d do her duty to her mother and go to dinner. What’s the worst that could happen?
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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years
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Y/N: Juli, can I please have an arepa?
Julieta: Of course mi amor *hands Y/N the arepa* May I ask why?
Y/N, smiling: I scraped my knee falling for you.
Julieta, blushing: O-oh okay- here you go darling.
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iheartsapphics · 2 years
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Mi Anhelo Por Ti
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julieta madrigal x fem!reader
tw: topics and scenes of physical abuse
the sounds of wet mud and breaking twigs beneath your feet seemed to be muted by your increased heartbeat. the stinging pain that arose in your ankles only increased, but that didn’t stop you from running how you have been for almost a day. it looked like you just came from war. dirt covered your body along with dried blood and bruises.
“i have to keep going,” you thought to yourself.
you were unfamiliar with your surroundings and extremely tired. the heavy bag you carried only added to the exhaustion. this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. the second you stepped out of that house had felt like a weight was lifted off of your chest. your now ex-husband would miss you, but you sure as hell wouldn’t miss him.
you saw a large structure in the distance between the trees with lights. where there’s lights, there’s people, where there’s people, there’s-
“a town?”
you began to slow down in an attempt to catch your breath. the sun had been almost fully submerged by the darkness and you knew you couldn’t stay the night in the forest again. thankfully, the structure you saw wasn’t too far of a walk.
as you exited the forest, you were welcomed by many bright lights and colorful buildings. the people seemed to be busy with their own thing, some selling food and clothes. the aroma of arepas and various other foods filled your nose. you were so caught up in running you didn’t realize you were hungry.
then you realized all of it. the pain in your ankles, the blood running down from your lip down your neck, the screaming headache and urge to pass out. and that’s exactly what happened. you’d been running for so long nonstop without any source of energy- of course you’d pass out.
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“ay, isa! go check if the arepas are done warming up.”
you’d woken up to a sort of warmth and someone touching you. your eyes could hardly open, but when they did the first thing you saw was a beautiful woman above you. she seemed surprised that you’d woken up but continued what she was doing.
you winced as the warm, damp cloth gently rubbed against your wounds. your bruises ached and you felt sick. the other seemed worried from the wincing and put down the cloth.
“are you okay, hon?”
“where am i?”
noticing you were laid on a bed, you sat up carefully and looked around. the room was painted with little animals and the alphabet, along with what seemed to be different types of fabric laying around. a couple candles were lit on a nightstand by the door to give some light.
“i suppose you deserve an explanation. this town is Encanto. i’m julieta madrigal, and you’re in the madrigal house.”
a confused expression formed on your face.
“are.. you not from here?”
“lo siento, no. i arrived from a couple towns over. i’m y/n y/l/n.”
the older woman appeared to be surprised. she took a guess what was town you were talking about and had no idea why you would leave. she realized it wasn’t exactly her place to know, and then someone else walked into the room.
an obvious younger girl who looked to be in her twenties. she carried a plate with multiple arepas and handed it to julieta.
“thank you isa.”
“no problem, mama.”
the girl examined you with an intrigued expression on her face. she was dressed with a flower dress and her hair was beautifully done. she left the room to let her mother continue what she was doing with a sigh.
“who was that?”
“that’s my daughter, isabela. she’s actually the one who found you lying on the road.”
you suddenly remembered what had happened. you ran away from..him, and ended up here in Encanto. it was such a tiring journey due to all the running and adrenaline from escaping.
your stomach made several noises as you held it in embarrassment. julieta formed a smile and let out a slight chuckle, putting an arepa up to your lips.
“here, eat it.”
you took a bite and a burst of flavor entered you mouth. you quickly finished the arepa as you watched your several wounds heal. what was this? magic? it was something you didn’t know about due to being closed off for so long. you didn’t question it since the relief of feeling better washed over you.
you suddenly took the woman’s hand in yours which caused her eyes to widen a bit, a soft pink blush covered her cheeks.
“gracias. i really appreciate your kindness.”
“ah, it’s nothing. i do this on the daily.”
a deep voice called julieta’s name. it sounded angered and stern, causing her to jump. with her hand still attached to yours she squeezed it gently. it was a habit of hers when nervous.
“i’m sorry- i’ve got a few things to take care of tonight. mama said earlier you’re able to stay the night and we’ll continue with what to do in the morning.”
she got up, brushing off her dress. you took this as an opportunity to examine her better. she had glowing tan-skin and her figure was fairly average. you could tell she was shorter than most and the way she walked was elegant. she made her way to the door and spoke before closing it.
“welcome to encanto.”
the door closed and you were left on the bed with the few arepas still on the plate. you quickly finished them as you let out a sigh laying back down. you were very tired and relieved to finally feel a bed beneath you. you closed your eyes and began to fall asleep.
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No cure (Julieta x Reader)
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for nonie, hope you like it
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“Mom? Please answer me…I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen”
“Julieta, please…we need you, you can’t leave Bruno and I alone”
“Mija, your family misses you, your daughters need you, don’t leave us”
She could hear the voices in her room, she could feel her sister’s rain on her, her daughters hugging her, she could see the blurry form of her mother in front of her and her niece crying some steps behind. But that didn’t matter to her. They all knew why she was in that state. They knew it was their fault.
"I can't go on like this anymore" you had written "I love you, but I can't keep living in fear of not waking up again. I'm sorry"
And the rest of your letter had been erased due to her tears. The edges of it were torn and wrinkled, from the strength with which she clung to that piece of paper every night, as if her life depended on it, as if she could pull you out of the ink. It was painful, but it was the last thing that was left of you.
There were too many things she would regret for the rest of her life, no matter how short or how long that was, but allowing her daughters to cross so many lines with you, letting things get out of hand and not protecting you when she had to, was by far what weighed the most on her.
It came as no surprise to anyone that Isabela was cold and sharp with you, of her three daughters, she was the one who had been most mad at her when she divorced Agustín and the first to yell at her when she announced that she was dating someone else.
Julieta had tried to be understanding and patient with her, waiting for her daughter to have time to process everything, something you did too, which is why you hadn't introduced yourself to the family until much later. You wanted to respect her daughters, something that none of the three wanted to do with you.
Surprisingly, Luisa was always the nicest to you. She wasn't really close to you, but she would at least smile at you a bit and talk to you politely, though she never really let you get close to her. Mirabel wasn't rude either, but it was terribly obvious that she didn't want you there either.
She was always cold with you, she didn't answer you when you spoke to her, she left the room as soon as you entered and her characteristic friendly smile was never directed towards you. She never said it out loud, but both you and her mother knew that she shared the same thought as her older sister: get out of here.
And then there was Isabela.
From the first moment you set foot in Casita, the young woman made it her mission to make your life a hell. She was always making comments about your appearance, your body, your usefulness (which was none in her opinion), something that Julieta knew were your worst insecurities. She was always rude when she talked to you, she took every opportunity she got to remind you that you didn't belong in the family, that you would never be worthy of her mother.
Your girlfriend was always trying to calm things down, to reassure you that it was just a phase, that she loved you, that she wanted you by her side, and that her daughters would soon accept you, but she knew that every time you left the dining room without even touching your food, a part of you withered away. There came a time when she could no longer lie to herself.
The rest of the family wasn't helping either. Camilo played cruel pranks on you just to make Mirabel smile and even sweet Antonio looked down on you, if only to imitate his favorite cousin, and you also lost your voice. Dolores was always listening to you, of everything you did or said, so that Isabela could have more ammunition against you, there was no secret of yours that the two girls did not know, which left you vulnerable, paranoid and unable to really express anything for fear that it would be used against you. Little by little you stopped talking, even with her. The only times the healer would hear your voice was in the safety of night, in her room, where her niece couldn't hear you.
Julieta had tried to talk to the six children, but none had quit on their mission to torture you. She tried with Pepa and Felix, but her sister just shrugged and told her that she knew what she was getting into when she separated from her husband. Her brother-in-law had simply agreed with her sister, as always.
Mom didn't do anything either. She hadn't even wanted to accept you into the family, so she didn't care what her grandchildren did with you, the sooner you left and let her daughter "fix things" with Agustín, the better (no, she didn't care that said daughter had told her that there was nothing to fix, that everything was over between her and her ex-husband).
The only person who tried to make you feel welcome besides her was Bruno, and that didn't even count because the only reason he had to be nice to you was a vision he had. Julieta didn't want to know what was on the green tablet, the only thing that mattered to her was that before that, her brother hadn't wanted anything to do with you either. She was really alone in this. She started to be afraid you’d leave her because all her “family” was doing, but you always put a smile on your precious face and said you could hold yourself together for a little more.
And then the stupid Belladonna thing happened. 
You already knew that you would never receive a beautiful flower from Isabela, and it was not uncommon for the occasional thorn to appear in your shoes (you had gotten used to checking them before putting them on for that very reason), but she never thought that the cruelty of her daughter could go so far.
She must have been suspicious when her eldest daughter had smiled sweetly at you, when she had spoken to you tenderly and offered a cup of tea she had never made. She could see in your eyes that you were just as confused and a little scared, but it was the first time that Isabela didn't insult you when talking to you, and you didn't want to ruin a possible peace agreement by rejecting it.
So you took it and thanked her with a soft smile that had warmed even her heart. For a moment, the older woman allowed herself to let down her guard and hope that things would get better. Silly of her, she forgot that she was the only daughter who could poison you.
You took a small sip, your mind torn between hoping that things would really get better, and fearing that it was just another joke. Perhaps you were expecting a spicy or salty touch, or some other alteration, but in reality it was sweet... too sweet.
Alerts went off in you, but as the girl looked at you with hopeful eyes, you just smiled and finished your cup. Juliet saw everything a few steps behind you, her heart softened and beating with love and hope. It seemed the beginning of something new, of a better relationship with her daughters... then the nightmare began.
A few minutes later you clung to the kitchen counter as if your life depended on it, you were dizzy and disoriented, your hands were sweaty and she could see that your pupils were dilated. Your face turned red, you couldn't seem to breathe, and he barely had time to catch you before you collapsed.
Camilo and Mirabel leaned out and gave Isabela a high five, which she told the healer that you had been the victim of another prank, but for some reason, this seemed too serious. Dolores confirmed this when she ran in a few seconds later, her eyes wide and her face full of guilt.
Her niece was terrified and her voice cracked as she screamed that your heart rate was too fast, and that this was not part of the plan. Juliet barely had to hear the word "belladonna" before she gasped and raced against the clock.
She had picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, Casita seemed to be on her side for once and helped her up the stairs quickly, while she blocked out the screams of the family behind her. She managed to make you vomit and as soon as you breathed well again, she put an arepa in your mouth to prevent the poisoning from advancing. She acted fast and managed to get you completely to safety, but fear and mistrust were firmly imprinted on you.
You heard your girlfriend fighting with her eldest daughter, who didn't seem even the least bit sorry for what she had done to you, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the banter didn't stop after that. It was then that, despite how much you loved Juliet, you had to make a decision, and barely a week after that, you disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind you.
Julieta had cried even before she finished reading it, and her screams had woken everyone in the house, not just Dolores. At first her mother tried to get closer to her, but was greeted with a shoving and the most angry look she had ever seen in her life. Her anger was directed especially at her eldest granddaughter.
"It's not that bad, mom" Isabela said rolling her eyes.
"YOU COULD KILL HER!"
"You were there, weren't you? And I didn't even give him much belladonna, just a little-"
"ENOUGH!" Julieta had yelled, taking everyone by surprise "I'm sick of all this, I'm tired of all of you. She didn't do anything, she was never rude, she never raised her voice to anyone and you treated her like dirt"
"Juli-"
"Why?” she asked with a voice so broken that Alma wanted to cry “I have never done anything against this family. I was always your perfect golden doll, I never said no, I even married a man I didn’t want to because YOU thought it was the best for me. Was I a bad daughter?”
“No, mija, that’s-”
“Then why? Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t you all support me the only time I choose myself?” 
The Madrigals didn’t know what to say, and Julieta’s daughters were divided between the shock of knowing their mother didn't want to marry their father in the first place and seeing the woman the three of them looked up to breaking in front of them like a scared little girl.
“Julieta-”
“I know you never liked Y/N” she interrupted her sister “but I do, Pepa, I really do”
“Mom, I didn’t-”
“You don’t talk to me, Isabela” she growled “not tonight. You’re the one who treated her the worst, you tried to kill her for god’s sake! What if I hadn’t been there? Have you thought about it?”
The girl tried not to cry but her mother’s words were cutting her like sharp knives. Maybe because Julieta had never spoken to her like that before, maybe it was the deep disappointment in her eyes…or maybe, it was because she knew she was right. You could have died for what she did.
“But that doesn’t matter” the healer whispered “you got what you wanted. What ALL of you wanted. She’s gone…congratulations”
“Juli-”
“You didn’t want her to be part of the family” she cut her sister “now I wish I wasn’t either”
And with that, she had closed her room’s door on everyone’s faces, leaving all the family shocked, scared and feeling terribly guilty. They knew they couldn’t do anything at the moment, and Isabela and Dolores were crying, they just hoped things would get better the next day.
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But the next day had turned into a week, and then a month. Julieta never spoke to any of them again, she didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, she didn’t even look at them. She just did her shores and locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red, her skin lost the healthy glow it once had, her hair was a mess, she lost weight and didn’t have that friendly and motherly shape anymore. She became a ghost.
And what scared them the most was that, by the third month after you left, the glow on her door faded. It reminded them of Bruno’s door before he came back. Pepa had cried and begged for her sister to forgive them all, Alma regretted every single choice she made about her daughter’s life without her consent, Dolores and Isabela were about to lose their sanity. Everyone missed Julieta, but none could do anything to bring her back. She was dying in front of them”
“Julieta, please…please” Pepa begged again
“Mija”
“Mami”
“There’s no use” Bruno sighed, making everyone look at him “we did this”
“Tío Bruno?” Mirabel asked as he showed them the vision he had 
“She’s not coming back” he whispered “there’s no cure for a broken heart”
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Y/n: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.
Julieta, Bruno, & Pepa: Okay.
Y/n: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.
Pepa: Bold of you to assume I have money.
Bruno: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.
Julieta: Bold of you to assume I can die.
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Would you mind doing an angsty one shot? Reader is married to Bruno, and in the days following his disappearance, she becomes depressed to the point where she can barely eat or get out of bed, and Julieta comforts her? (I'm so sorry for the angst but this wouldn't leave my head so 🥺)
{A/N: Oh my god yes! A million times over yes. I always say this but aside from Bruno Julieta is my second favorite Encanto character. I would love the idea of both woman consoling each other because theyre both so heart broken because they were the two people who loved Bruno the most. I am SO sorry this has taken forever to publish and that it's so short}
{Word Count: 1371}
{Warnings: Angst. Depression. Loss.}
The vows you took on your wedding day would live in your mind forever as a cherished memory, the meticulous process of ensuring that every word represented exactly what you felt ensuring the core status of the moment. You chose your words with care, their sentiment a statement of your love for your husband. Promises to adore and make sure he felt valued every day in your presence shouldered the brunt of your troth as you knew it was exactly what he needed to hear. You promised to guide him through the trauma of his past, following behind him as he pushed forward on his journey for self betterment. You promised to always be there even when his own visions weren't something he felt he could trust. They were commitments forged by the embers of your love, unbreakable by the forces of any nature. You would always be there…but as your hand stretched across the cold barren sheets of your seemingly colossal bed, you weren’t sure the same could be said for your Amor. Your heart bled as you stared off at the empty spot next to you, the scent of sage and lavender engulfing your senses causing your mind to overwhelm. Tears set your ducts a flame as they rolled down ceaselessly against your cheeks, the marks of their last siege still fresh on your face. It seemed like all you did these days were bawl and lay rigid here, it being a fortnight since you’d seen the outside of the sandy pit you and Bruno called a room. All your mind could do was mull over the ins and outs of the events that lead up to your husband's disappearance. How could he leave you like this? How could he abandon you without a single word? You two made a promise, more than that, a holy and unbreakable vow of marriage. The unanswered questions and betrayal left your head spiraling as you as your husband's memory overwhelmed you.
Your palms suctioned against your ears as your knees pulled tightly to your chest, sobs rippling through your body as you dove further into realms of your own thoughts.  You could still remember the night he left so vividly, the distress in his eyes haunting your memories. You wished you could be in the room where it happened, where he had his last vision. What was he hiding from you the night he left? What was so critical that he felt he couldn’t share a single word with you? It didn’t sit right, the perturbation and distress stirring a tidal wave of acid against the walls of your stomach. Bruno wouldn’t just leave you like that, he loved this family. Most importantly, Bruno LOVED you. 
Thrashing your fist into the empty abyss that was now his side of the bed, you let a disheartened wail fall past your lips. “I know it’s immature to still be crying like this, but it’s not fair! It’s not fair, Bruno! What did I ever do to make you think there wasn’t anything and everything I wouldn’t do for you!” you wrenched out, choking on the poor sob that happened to leave your mouth at just the wrong time. 
The silence bellowed back at you in response, chipping just a bit more of your already shattered heart. You would do anything to hear him respond just one more time, anything to see his face again…anything for him. Furiously the back of your hand swiped across your strained pink eyes, anger boiling up as you choked out another cough. “I know you can’t hear me Mi amor…but I miss you.”
The sound of sand blowing across the barren bedroom floor suffocated your mind forcing you to clench your eyes tight. You didn’t anticipate a response back, but the silence still hurt more than any words could have. This was a nightmare, it wasn’t a reality, and if it was….you didn’t want to live in it any longer. You wanted to cry more and scream louder about the injustices done to your heart by the love of your life, but a gentle calming hand pressed against the back of your shoulder in a last stitch effort to sooth your qualms. “I miss him too…” a familiar nurturing, yet disturbingly broken voice chimed in. “Manita….I know my brother Bruno better than anyone in this family. I know how much he loved you…I’m sure wherever he is right now, he misses you to” she comforted, the hand that rested against your shoulder traveling it's way too your damp face. Heat radiated from the crimson surface of your cheek, her thumb gently brushing at the underside of your swollen eye. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you.”
You gave the woman you proudly called family, even if it was only by an abandoned marriage, a soft shattered smile. Your eyes didn’t hide the pain that your smile did, your hurt was still transparent to the woman in front of you. “You don’t have to Imagine, I know you’re feeling just as hurt and confused as I am…” you murmur, hand moving to gently pry your sister in law's palm from your face with a sigh.
A silence grew between the two of you, Julieta’s mouth falling open, her own two eyes closing tightly. “I- had a fight with Pepa before I came here…about Bruno.” It wasn’t often you saw the oldest of the Madrigal triplets bare her true emotions, the sight shaking you to core. Julieta was the responsible one, the maternal loving caretaker that cleaned up everyone in the family's problems and never shared her own. “She kept going on about how I shouldn’t be so upset that Bruno’s gone and how all he ever did was make things harder for the family. I know things have always been delicate between the two of them….but i just-” she paused for a moment, her hand breaking free from yours to cover her face with a small whimper of her own. “I’m so tired of hearing everyone bad mouth Bruno! I told Pepa, if she can’t say anything pleasant about Bruno anymore that we aren’t going to talk about Bruno! That goes for Mama and the town too.”
Whoa, what a confession. You watched as Julieta wept into her palms, her shoulders raised as her body shook gently. You’d been so consumed by your own distraught emotions, it never crossed your mind just how selfish you were acting. You weren’t the only one in this household suffering. Hesitantly you extended your fingertips out, allowing them to tenderly press against Julieta’s shoulder. “I’ve been so busy caught up in a whirlwind of my own sorrows, I didn’t even bother to ask how YOU were doing. We’re best friends, sisters, and I didn’t even ask how Bruno’s loss was affecting you.” The tone of your voice dripped with guilt as you watched the woman raise her damp eyes from the palms of her hands. “I know it hurts to hear his name…Especially to hear it slandered and sullied like that. They just didn’t know the Bruno that WE knew. I know you don’t want anyone to talk about him, but maybe you could find a way to make an exception for me?” you ask, offering the woman an encouraging smile. 
A certain newfound softness spread across the others tear glazed eyes, a small laugh falling from her lips. It was the first time she’d seen you smile since Bruno disappeared, the first GENUINE smile.
Julieta’s eyes softened, her own hand reaching up to dry her face with a smile. “For you? I’d break my own rule a million and one times Manita….I know how much you cared for my brother Bruno…and while I know you're hurt from how things are right now, I know you don't harbor any bad thoughts about him”
“Good, cause you know…I really want to talk about Bruno.” For the first time in months you felt the sorrow suffocating your soul release you.
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lunatic-flores · 2 years
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𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑽𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆.
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ; (𝘠/𝘕) was born deaf, one day, she wished that she could listen to a story. Well, Momma 𝐽𝑢𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑎 is there to help her baby.
ꗰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; Happy (very late!!!) Mother's day, everyone -!
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(Y/N) was born deaf, though her actions are not silent as her hearing. She's an energetic child, even though the other children are making sure to distance themselves from her.
She didn't mind it at first, but whenever she's having a story-telling class or story time. She'd run away from school then go back to casita as fast as she can, now she's too scared to be left out all alone in cold.
And now, she's busy watching her dearest Mama giving her meals to people as usual, until the town's healer notices her presence.
“(Y/N), Amor, aren't you're suppose to be in school?” she asks in her motherly tone signs or that's what (Y/N) always know, Julieta is making sure not to make her daughter nervous.
“I don't want to...” (Y/N) signs back with dissapointment, enough for Julieta to understand her. The healer soften her gaze then pick her up, “It's okay, i'll tell Camilo to send you your permission letter.” she signs as she give her daughter a delicious arepa.
(Y/N) felt bad for skipping her class almost everyday, but the loneliness keep overwhelming her tiny soul as if it's want to pull her apart slowly and painfully.
“Wait here, i'll be finish in no time.”
With that, Julieta put her daughter down then let (Y/N) sit on a chair while watching her mother helping people who got injured.
She can see all people's lips are moving, though, there is no single sound can be heard by her. And that almost make her crazy. Thanks to Julieta, who's always there for her. Every single time.
Even without signs, she can read from people's lips. So, she knew that if some people are talking some bad things about her. But again, she didn't mind about it. Atleast she couldn't hear what they say.
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The next graceful day, (Y/N) is busy watering some flowers that Isabela just grow. She loved to see the flowers bloom, so she kept them fresh and beautiful even though her eldest sister could grow them again.
She's going to surprise her mother since it's mother's day, so she decided to give Julieta something precious.
“Psst, hey guys - look! It's the deaf girl.” one of the kids whispers to their friends, “should we give her some hearing to help her?” their cackles rang to their ears.
“Definitely, let's give her some real hearing!” the leader of the group stands as he began to walked towards (Y/N) who's still busy watering her sister's flowers.
“Hey, deaf girl!” the leader shouts while throwing her some tiny rocks, the young Madrigal turned around then met one of her classmates. She smiles at first then wave shyly.
Though her smiles falter when she sees their devil smirks, she knew that this is not a good greeting or positive talks. But— just bullying.
Before she can run away, the boys grab her arms then bring her to somewhere else, somewhere far from the casita. She kept struggling to free herself from their grasp as best as she can, but it's no use since they're stronger than her.
“no one can hear you if you scream, stupid. Now let us help you to get your hearing back.” the leader pulls her hair as the kids playfully kick her stomach making her body fall to the ground.
She's hiding her screams as best as she can since they forgot that Dolores could literally hear anything, even from miles away. She felt so hopeless when they kept bullying her.
Though, her mouth is kept shut - her hearings are none but silence, then her soul are broken to pieces. For god's sake, she couldn't move a muscle. Her feet were stuck to the ground in fear.
One of the kids grabbed her by the shirt and punched her in the face. “Hey! I told you just to beat her somewhere else but not her face!” “Oops! Sorry, but her face is making me irritated more and more!”
The deaf Madrigal just stood there, letting the kids take all their selfish feelings out on her as her began nose bleed. (Y/N)'s head started pounding insanely, her legs are shaking.
Before she could stand up again, she felt something hard hit her stomach then everything began to turn black.
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(Y/N) felt a pair of hands are holding her cut ones warmly, slowly, she opened her eyes as she took the bright of the light for her sight again. She turned her head and found her dearest mother was sitting next to her as her tears keep falling.
The little Madrigal hold her mother's hand with the other one to make sure that she's now safe, Julieta gasps when her daughter is awake, she carefully cupped her face to see all the bruises and cuts her daughter received from — that's bad, she doesn't know who did this horrible things to her daughter.
Julieta's hands keep trembling as she signs, “I was so worried when Dolores found you and bring you home, what happened to you? Who hurt you, Amor?”
(Y/N) swears she feels like she could her hear sobbing quitely, so she signs back, “Just my classmates, they hated me because i'm deaf. But don't worry, because (Y/N) is now with Mama—” The young Madrigal hissed when her fresh cuts began to open more.
Panic started to crept all over her body, Julieta take her bunuelos and shoves it to her daughter's mouth immediately. Watching her munching it to taste to wonderful flavor then swallow it with full satisfaction.
(Y/N)'s wounds began to close, her bruises started to fade, leaving some dirts all over her clothes and some on her face. The town's healer sighs in relief when her daughter is now healed.
“I'm sorry i wasn't there for you, it must be so hurt for you to take those ... Hurtful hits from your classmates. I'll tell your tia Pepa to take care of them, let's go wash you up mi bebe.”
Before she could help (Y/N) to stand, her daughter stops her immediately. “Mama, thank you for everything - thank you for loving me, taking care of me and ... I'm so lucky to be your daughter.”
A smile started to form on their own faces, as Julieta let her daughter continue, “You are my saint in this world, i may couldn't hear you, but i can feel you. I—...”
Julieta soften her gaze when (Y/N) is struggling to continue, but then, “I— I lo.. Love you, Mama!” heavens, did Julieta flinches to her daughter's voice? Yes, she speaks for the first time.
The three precious word that Julieta had been waiting to hear from her baby.
She never thought that (Y/N) would speak since she's very insecure about it. But now, this is quite surprising.
Julieta thought she's done crying, but the tears started to form again as she pulled her daughter close to her embrace. Not caring if (Y/N)'s dirty clothes will leave some dirts on hers too, all she cared is her daughter, and that's enough for her.
“Happy— ... M-mother's day, M.. Maa!”
Julieta kiss her forehead, as she spoke in her motherly tone, and keep kissing her daughter's face. (Y/N) isn't complaining though, she loves the kisses from her dearest mother.
(Y/N) swear that she could hear an angelic voice, as she stare at Julieta in those gleaming eyes. “I love you too, mi preciosa - Thank you for the lovely surprise.”
Maybe pulling a little prank to the other Madrigals wouldn't be heard that (Y/N) magically can hear everything now.
Julieta is going to have so much fun with (Y/N), She's not going to waste the mother's day.
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yandereencantosimp · 2 years
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Yandere! Julieta and Agustin headcanons
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It was probably Agustin who found you first due to his clumsiness.
Agustin then told Julieta who became very obsessed.
Agustin is probably the least dangerous out of the two, because he is less obsessed with you then Julieta is.
When Julieta hugs you, you can barley even breath.
The first time you tried to escape, you twisted your ankle, then they caught you, giving you a scolding. Julieta also gave you food to help your ankle heal
They are very gentle and forgiving yanderes.
when they punish you, they don't hurt you that bad. They don't break your legs like other yanderes would do. They would only chain you up etc etc.
No one else can touch you without there permission.
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Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)
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Tw: Murder, kidnapping, blood, force, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.
You walked with a smile on your face, on your way to the Madrigal house. The triplets had invited you to sleep over at their place for the night, you obviously said yes, you couldn't say no. They were your friends and you loved them.
You twisted the knob to casita, letting yourself in. But then a grim smell slapping you in the face, you couldn't help but squeeze your nose in disgust.
'What was that smell?'
You decided to explore where the source of the smell was coming from, walking, you suddenly stepped on something squishy. You looked down to see one of the Madrigal family's corpses, looking around you noticed every Madrigal member was dead. But three body's were missing, Julietas, Pepas, and Brunos.
As you froze, you then felt something hit you in the head. Knocking you out.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, only black to be seen in your point of vision. You attempted to move your hands, but noticed it was tied down, so were your ankles.
"I think their awake," You heard a very famillar say, then another two chimed in. "I agree."
Suddenly you felt someone untying the blind fold that squeezed around your head, finally letting your eyes see light. You then saw Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno. Except, they were covered in blood all over their body's.
"Welcome home dear!" Julieta squealed. "This isn't my home!" You replied with a scared tone tracing your voice, "Oh but it is now mi vida!" Pepa replied exicited, "mhm!" Bruno agreeded.
"Why are you guys doing this?! What even happened to you!" You cried.
"Because we love you estimado/estimada!" Julieta said loudly.
"But this isn't love! This is murder, this is wrong! Let me go, let me go now!" You screamed, also demanded.
"I'm afraid we can't do that mi amor," Pepa darkly told you.
"Yeah your ours now," Julieta also said darkly.
"Accept out love please mi amor!" Bruno sweetly asked.
"I can't not like this...I-I'm sorry."
"Well I guess we'll all have to force you," Pepa said.
From here was a nightmare, they constantly punished you, forcing you to do whatever they wanted...You were theirs now, and you couldn't escape, even if you tried...
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