#POOR JULIETA

[allofasudden00]

Unsuccessful, but you tried. 

TW blood and talks of gore

Julieta slowly trudges through the streets of the Encanto. Each footstep is heavy, like her feet are made of concrete. She stares blankly ahead, her vision tunneled and distant. She is painfully aware of the heart in her chest as she feels it ram against her ribcage. Her throat is dry and her head feels fuzzy. It’s been only seven minutes since she left the Espiga’s house, but it feels like she’s been walking for hours. 

She finally breaks out of her tunnel vision and looks down at her hands. Her heart sinks when she notices the dried blood that still stains her hands, arms, and dress. A sudden acrid taste rushes to the back of her tongue. Her legs shake as she is reminded of the events of the past several minutes.

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She was cooking dinner for her family in Casita’s kitchen, listening to the nonsense babbling of her little bebé, Isabela, when someone started frantically knocking on the door. She rushed to open it and was met with a panicked Miranda Espiga, who was covered in blood with tears streaming down her face.

“Diego is hurt! Please Juli, he’s bleeding a lot!” the woman had shouted as the door opened. Before Julieta could respond, Miranda turned and started running back toward town. Julieta called for her mama to watch Isabela as she grabbed an arepa off the counter and ran out of the house. Her lungs burned as she ran, her mind racing and telling her legs to go faster. It didn’t help that the Espigas lived on the opposite side of the Encanto. She prayed and wished that whatever happened to Diego that he’d hold out until she got there. 

It took her several minutes to finally reach the Espiga’s farm. As she neared the house, her heart sank. The air was filled with the wails and pleads of Miranda. Julieta froze momentarily when her eyes landed on the scene. Diego was lying on the ground. His head was being cradled by Miranda, his hands were laying limp on his abdomen. It wasn’t difficult to see what was wrong, because most of it was scattered on the ground. His abdomen was ripped open and everything that was meant to be inside wasn’t.

Julieta’s eyes followed the trail of blood to the pen that holds the Espiga’s bull. The animal was pacing close by the gate, its head bowed and its horns completely soaked in blood. The connection was clear: Diego had been gored. Clearing her thoughts, she dashes over to the injured man. She ignores the terrible visual that was his ripped open abdomen, deciding to take stock of everything else. 

“Diego, it’s me Julieta. I need you to eat this, okay?” Julieta tried talking calmly, but her voice wavered and cracked as she spoke. Diego didn’t react. His eyes were still open, but there was something off with them. Julieta swallows a lump in her thought and rips the arepa into a smaller bite. “Diego? Can you hear me?” She places the piece of arepa into his mouth and, as she does, she hears him release a small sigh. She quickly places two fingers on his neck. Her blood runs cold when she doesn’t notice a pulse. She was too late. Tears prick against her eyes as she looks up at Diego’s still pleading and crying wife. Julieta’s mouth opens, but no words come out. She can only shake her head. 

“Juli, what’s wrong? Let him eat.” Miranda demanded, her voice catching in her throat. When Julieta doesn’t answer, she forcefully takes the arepa out of the healer’s hand. “Diego, mi amor, please eat. Please talk to me.” Miranda shoves the bit of food into his mouth and when his jaw doesn’t move, she helps him chew. Nothing happens. “Please, please, please. Amor, please, you need to eat. Julieta brought this just for you.” 

“Miranda... I’m sorry-” 

“No! He just needs to eat! Your food can heal him. It has too!” Miranda pleads. After several seconds of trying to get him to eat and it not working, Miranda lets out a bloodcurdling wail and throws herself over her dead husband’s body. Julieta tries to pry the woman off, but she is simply pushed away, Miranda refusing to let anyone get near him. Julieta cries softly as she hears the earth shattering screams of grief. 

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The rest was a blur to Julieta. Time itself seemed to have slowed around Julieta but was sped up elsewhere. People who lived close by to the Espiga’s farm heard the screams and came over to see what was going on. Miranda finally let go of Diego’s body when her parents arrived and took her into the house. Julieta received several apologies and comforting words, but all of them were lost on her. She heard nothing, her ears still heard the screams and cries of anguish. She’ll never forget them. 

She slowly excused herself when Diego’s body was taken away. Now, as she walks home, the town seems to be unnaturally quiet. Almost like it doesn’t want to interrupt her thoughts. She walks past the schoolhouse, her eyes dance across its features. She had gone to school with Diego. He had always been lovely to her, sharing his lunch whenever Bruno ate too much of hers. She walks past the chapel and her thoughts are brought back to when she attended Diego’s and Miranda’s wedding. That was only a year ago. And now he’s dead. 

Julieta stops as it all becomes too much. Her eyes burn as the tears she was holding back rush forward. Her legs finally give out and she falls to her knees. Her hands land onto the cold brick road as a throat ripping cry escapes her. She has been too slow. If she had gotten there faster, he’d still be alive. What if that had been Bruno, Pepa, or even Agustín and Isabela? She was too slow to save Diego’s life. What if she is slow again? Who else will die because of her? 

“Julieta!” Agustín’s voice calls out softly. She feels his gentle hands grab her shoulders. She looks up and is met with his worried eyes and furrowed brow. “Juli, are you alright? I heard what happened.” Agustín crouches down next to her, and she flings herself onto him. He embraces her without a second thought as she buries her face into his shoulder and weeps. Her body shakes as each sob rips through her. Agustín gently rubs small circles onto her back as he remains quiet, allowing her to cry. 

“It’s all my fault!” Julieta breaks away, wiping her eyes with her palm. “I was too slow, and he is dead. I didn’t save him.” 

“No, Julieta, it isn’t your fault.” Agustín counters, grabbing her hand with both of his. “None of this is your fault. You did the best your could. It is unfair that any of this had to happen.” 

“If I was faster, I could’ve had a chance! He could still be alive!” Julieta cries. “What if something like this happens again? To you! Or Isa, or anyone, and I’m too slow. I-I-I...” Julieta inhales a sharp breath before she breaks down into my sobs. “W-what if I can’t save any of you? W-what use am I-” Agustín shushes her and slowly wraps her up in his arms again. Tears well up in his own eyes as he pats back and kisses her head. 

“You did nothing wrong, Amor, you cannot save everyone. There was nothing you could’ve done.” Agustín reassures. “You did everything in your power to get there as fast as you did. You tried and that is the best thing you could’ve done in that moment. You tried.” 

The couple sits there on the road as Julieta cries into Agustín’s shoulder and he whispers comforting words and planting soft kisses onto her hair. Being a healer means you save people. But there will be times where people cannot be saved. And those are the hardest to bear.  

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Was this a bit rushed? Yes. Are there a lot of mistakes? Maybe. But I saw the beautiful art that  @papermachette made and it really got me thinking about how terrifying Julieta’s role is in the Encanto. Like the amount of broken bones, blood, and other terrible things she’s must’ve seen in her life. 

#suddendrabbles #poor Julieta #Bulls are terrifying creatures when they want to be #I've heard so many horror stories from farmers #I could NOT be a farmer #a friend's grandfather was beheaded by a bull #like full on head removed from neck within seconds #that's a nah from me dude

[captaintrips9]

Camilo, walking in on Bruno drinking his fourth coffee of the morning: Looks like somebody made tìo drop his croissant today.

Alma: Brunito did one of those children run into you? I told them they need to watch where they're going!

Bruno: Uh, that's not what-

Julieta, from the next room: Bruno, why didn't you tell me that you wanted a croissant? I'll make you a croissant!

Bruno: I-

Mirabel, from who knows where: TIO DID SOMEONE BUMP INTO YOU? TELL ME WHO DID IT! I'LL MAKE THEM APOLOGIZE.

Camilo:

Bruno:

Camilo: I am so sorry.

#bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #madrigal family #encanto fandom #encanto incorrect quotes #poor bruno #incorrect quotes

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 2: Siblings

Based on an incident referenced in one of my fics.

“Pepa, it’s my turn to ride the rocking horse,” Bruno informed her.

“No!” Pepa pouted, gripping the handles tightly. “I’m not done yet.”

“Mamá said it’s my turn,” Bruno said smugly. “She said you need to share.”

Pepa stopped rocking for a second. “No,” she decided, leaning forward and starting to rock again.

“Mamá,” Bruno called down the hallway. “Pepa isn’t sharing, even though you said she needs to share.”

“Tattletale.” Pepa stuck out her tongue at him. “Now I’m really not going to share.”

“But you’ve been on it for so long! You remember what mama said: five minutes per turn for each of us,” Bruno protested. “You’ve been on for way longer!”

Pepa ignored him, rocking more insistently.

Julieta, who had stayed quiet until then, spoke up. “Pepa, how about I let you play with my doll and then Bruno can have a turn on the horse?” She offered the doll she was dressing up.

Pepa shook her head. “I don’t want to play with a stupid doll. I want to ride the rocking horse.”

“But mamá said-“

A dark storm cloud appeared over Pepa’s head. “I don’t care what mamá said, I’m staying on the horse.”

“Pepa, you really should share-“

“No!” Pepa shrieked. Thunder rumbled overhead.

Julieta eyed the storm cloud nervously.

Meanwhile, Bruno went up to the horse and pushed Pepa off the horse. Satisfied to see it unoccupied, he took her place.

Now on the ground, Pepa started crying, accompanied by a downpour. “No fair!”

“Are you hurt?” Julieta fretted, checking Pepa’s arms and legs for bruises. “Looks like you’re a little scraped up. I can make you some tea, let’s go to the kitchen.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Pepa crossed her arms defiantly. “I want to get back on the rocking horse.”

“Well you can’t,” Bruno gloated, sticking his tongue out at Pepa in turn.

“I can’t?” Angry, Pepa shoved Bruno off the horse and got back on.

Recovering quickly, Bruno yanked Pepa down on the ground with him. “No, you can’t.”

Lightning flashed dangerously in the cloud, now hovering over all their heads.

Julieta’s eyes flicked up to the light show, biting her lip anxiously. “Guys, maybe we should all do something else,” she suggested timidly.

“No!” Both Pepa and Bruno screamed at her in unison. A small tussle ensued where one would manage to climb on the horse and the other would remove them.

“Mamá said, you can’t ride it anymore,” Bruno insisted, slightly out of breath from his efforts. Finally, he pushed Pepa off one last time.

It seemed like it had worked. Pepa glowered at him. “I’m not letting you ride the horse!” She yelled frantically. Suddenly, a lightning bolt arced down from the cloud, striking the rocking horse.

The three children stared at it in horror. Where there had been a wooden rocking horse now stood a charred husk. Only the reins were still distinguishable, a dull red against the blackened ruins.

“Pepa, what did you do?” Julieta asked softly, covering her mouth.

“If I can’t ride it, neither can you.” Pepa reveled in her victory in preventing Bruno from riding on the horse.

“Great job, Pepa, now none of us can ride it,” Bruno groaned.

That thought hadn’t seemed to occur to Pepa just yet. She went up to it, inspecting the soot-covered horse warily. “It’s ruined…” With that realization, Pepa began to cry loudly. Raindrops splashed over the area surrounding the children.

At that moment, Alma appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” She questioned, surveying the room. Bruno was fuming. Pepa was sobbing. Julieta appeared torn between helping her brother and her sister. And in the middle of it all stood an extremely burnt former rocking horse.

“Pepa ruined the rocking horse with her stupid gift just because she didn’t want to share,” Bruno complained.

Pepa’s eyes narrowed. Fists curled, she lunged towards Bruno, needing to be restrained by Julieta.

Alma rubbed her temples, sighing. “Ay, mis hijos, what am I going to do with you?” She murmured to herself. Addressing the children, she said, “Go to your rooms, all of you.”

Julieta nodded begrudgingly, accepting her fate.

Bruno gasped. “But I did nothing wrong!”

“Nothing wrong?” Pepa scoffed. Her lower lip wobbled as she cried.

“Yeah, nothing wrong.” Bruno doubled down.

“Rooms, now!” Alma raised her voice.

Startled, the children obeyed; Pepa and Bruno scurrying to their rooms and leaving Julieta alone in hers.

Alma left the room and leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath. Raising magical triplets was going to be much harder than she thought.

#pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal triplets #encantober #encantober 2023 #siblings #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #pb&j #love me some chaotic triplets #poor alma

[jacarandaaaas]

moment of silence for the madrigal grandkids who most definitely never have had a “sick day” for school 💀

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #madrigal grandkids #you just know julieta was like oh you poor thing have an arepa and they would instantly be cured #headcanon that camilo would try faking illnesses to get out of doing schoolwork but they would just ask julieta💀 #in contrast i definitely think if they were feeling bad mentally julieta would let them have a day off #she would do a whole self care package #julieta madrigal

[sirensea14]

So we will be seeing you in the inky mystery server?

Its possible, but maybe not now. We have our first semester exams nextweek and Im quite busy for school today. But after the exam week, theres a week full of Holidays (declared by our pres) so maybe imma get into the server by that time.

Edit: i forgot to mention the opposite timezone. I dont know if i am able to be active and chat with them

#inkymystery #discord server #ask answered #anon ask #fishies<3 #siren screams #also poor julieta au has slow progress. T-T #ok bye now imma gonna get ready for school #whoever you anon are

[acewithapaintbrush]

I have a prompt idea...Isabela confiding in her mother privately about the would be marriage proposal, begging her to do something.

I feel if Julieta outright knew something, she wouldn't have let that proposal happen. But what if she only suspected that there might be something wrong… Isabela is begging here, just sadly not with words...

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Julieta glances at her oldest daughter for the fifth time in as many minutes. It is rare that Isabela hangs out with her in the kitchen anymore. Too busy, her little girl. Too popular. 

Isabela chews on her lip. She is leaning against the kitchen counter and has her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers tapping a soundless melody against her biceps. Her gaze is directed outside a window, completely lost in thought. 

Julieta can't help but smile a little. It's been a while since she has seen her daughter so nervous. But who could blame her. Tonight is the night her little girl, the whole family to be honest, has been looking forward to for months now. 

"You don't need to be nervous.", she says and chuckles when Isabela almost slips off the counter in surprise. 

"What?" 

"Because of tonight. I can see you are nervous but don't be. I'm sure everything will go perfectly." Isabela stares at her and something about the look in her eyes… Julieta puts the knife down and turns towards her daughter. "Isa?" 

Isabela smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "Perfect. Of course." She averts her eyes and plays with a half-cut tomato slice. "You and Papa… How did you know he was the one?" 

Ah. Pre-proposal jitters. 

"I'm afraid it's hard to explain. I just knew. When I looked at him, when we talked, when we spent time together. I just knew that I never wanted to be apart from him." Julieta places her hand softly on her daughter's chest, right where her heart is. "I just knew, right here. In my heart. I imagined a life without him and couldn't. All the things you are feeling for Mariano right now already tell you what you should do." 

Isabela jerks away. The tomato slice falls to the ground. Julieta takes a step back, devastated by the blank look on her daughter's face. Did she say something wrong? 

Or is it more than simple jitters. 

"Baby, what-?" 

"I'm fine." Her face is still blank. Stoic. Julieta has no idea what goes through her head right now. "Mariano is a good man. Good for the family. You are right. I know what I have to do." 

'You don't have to do anything.' Julieta wants to say. 'Mariano doesn't need to be good for the family. He needs to be good for you.'

But Isabela is already collecting herself again. Putting on that confidence like a glove. Closing the door right in her mother's face. She starts to turn away, but Julieta grabs her hand. There is suddenly an unbearable need to tell her daughter… to tell her… 

"Whatever you do, your father and I are proud of you. Do you understand?" 

Isabela smiles - that perfect, plastic smile - and conjures a flower - a perfect, boring flower- and places it in her mother's hair. 

"I know, Mama! Everything's fine, I promise. The life of my dreams will soon be mine." 

Julieta watches her go, a pit forming in her stomach. The flower feels heavy in her hair. 

It has withered before dinner is done. 

#encanto #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #answered ask #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #Isabela is asking for help #She is just bad at it #Julieta is definitely suspicious now #That poor girl #Julieta madrigal needs a hug #Isabela madrigal needs a hug

[deus-ex-mona]

#though~~~~~ if you have a link to even a single one of these voice messages~~~~ i have some good news for you~~~~ #just replace the last digit of the url with a number from 1-3 and you’ll get access to the rest of the messages #(​you’ll just get a broken vid link if you replace it with a ‘4’ though lol) #it seems to be the same deal as the monaraji codes that came with mona’s album back in the good ol’ days #in any case!!!!!!!!!! they’re all so cringe lmao #but ig you can experience what it’s like to be lxl’s currently ill daughter named ‘julieta’ in the third one #bc why else would you invite lxl over to look after you while you’re sick????? #hello im already unwell i dont have energy to be a third wheel :(((( #freakin’ yujiro and the ‘yeah feels like 38 degrees up in here’ just by touching the poor julieta’s forehead though #guess he has thermometer hands or something idk #or maybe that’s just his ✨mom energy✨ coming out idk #it’s cringe but it’s free ig??? well not really free since you technically had to buy a cd to get it. but. still. #aaaaa pls talk to me about the voice messages i need validation that these are indeed as real and cringe as they sound— #染BODY ONCE TOLD ME—

[addaxus]

Hey guys! I have something besides art for you to indulge on, a lil’ writing ficlet so I hope it’s still up to par

I thought about what a scenario for Mirabel’s arrival might be like and how Bruno dealt with the complications, situation of her birth, and the death of his wife etc. This one might be unlikely and least likely to happen since him and his wife would be living in Casita, but I just thought that maybe during her pregnancy she’d want to stay at her childhood place of origin near the Encanto and Bruno decided to stay with her.

Mentions of childbirth and blood TW:

Enjoy the angst!

Bruno couldn’t take the clenching of his soul as he had kneeled over his lover’s bed, pleading for her to wake up to see their new baby, but she never moved a muscle after the bebé had come into the world, bleeding too much and too fast for Bruno to run and get help from his sister.

The loud thunder and cracking in the sky shattered Colombia as rain pelted the ground in heavy sheets. Bruno was far from the Encanto—at least farther away in his mind than it actually was. He took his wailing child in his arms and huddled her close to his ruana in hopes of shielding her from the beating rain that stung his eyes like a thousand bees. The hood of his ruana did no good as the wool had already been soaked.

He stumbled over his sandaled feet as his eyes tried adjusting to the darkness of the night, the lightning and small lantern his only source of light as he ran through the jungle of trees in his path. He panted heavy, trembling at the deafening cries of his daughter—the howling wind, the claps of thunder, the water rushing and beating on the earth were too loud for her new ears to take in.

He briefly stopped to rest his aching limbs, exhausted from the long hours he spent by his wife’s side during labor and now the loss of his only love—the only one he ever knew.

He leaned against a well shaded tree, looking down and waiting for the flashes of lightning to reveal her shrouded face in the damp blankets despite the covered lantern resting at his feet.

She was beautiful and shining with features that strongly resembled her mother, making Bruno clench at the thought. He shifted the baby in his arms once again and bolted back onto the path.

His daughter didn’t stop wailing. She hadn’t eaten and was weak. An empty stomach with new sounds and terrifying conditions would never calm her, even pressed tightly against her Papá who felt a world of guilt surrounding him.

The rain didn’t cease as he kept on, his entire body practically soaked, his hood no longer useful as it laid heavily over his head, gladly allowing the wind to blow it off his soaking hair when a gust hit him at full blast. He kept begging and pleading for the Encanto to keep visible through the dense jungle, his mind restless and wired. He stopped again when he was losing his grip on the soaked blankets cradling his baby.

“Shhh shhh, lo siento, hija. Papì está aquí. We’re almost there.”

He fixed his hold on her, standing there breathing heavily and taking in the sight of her trying to stay as close as possible to him. He felt tears well up in his eyes when he thought of his beloved lying in the bed, unresponsive to him trying to show their baby to her again. In that moment he was shattered to pieces and thinking of it made him tremble.

He pressed on once again, having put her entire body under his ruana completely so she at least had a bit more coverage despite everything being soaked.

Bruno exited the jungle in relief and went around the village even though he knew no one would be out to see him in these conditions. He stumbled several times in the dark before slowing down as he approached the large doors to the casita.

“Casita, please let us in… I-it’s Bruno! It’s an emergency! Don’t wake anyone up…”

The house tried its best to show concern as it quietly opened the doors for him. He maneuvered around the wet areas where the rain fell inside, staying under the awnings and quickly making his way up to Julieta’s room. The baby had ceased her crying, but she was still whimpering weakly.

He approached her door, dripping wet, his sandals covered in mud with his feet uncomfortably squelching it between his toes as he walked.

He knocked with trembling hands, a million possible things to say spiraling in his brain as he panicked inside. He hadn’t seen her in over a year after his wife got pregnant.

He stopped knocking, hoping the wind, the rain and the thunder didn’t keep her from hearing his knocks. Thankfully the door opened slowly and Julieta poked her head between the crack of it, eyes looking exhausted as it was the middle of the night. They suddenly widened when she locked eyes with her brother, taking in his disheveled appearance and trembling body. She blinked several times as if trying to make sure that she wasn’t dreaming and her gaze fell to the lump under his ruana.

“Bruno?” Thunder cracked overhead.

“Julie… I-I need your help… please.”

She ushered him inside quietly as not to disturb Agustín who was still asleep. Thankfully he was a heavy sleeper, but Julieta expressed great concern towards Bruno when he revealed what was under the ruana. He started to breathe heavily through tears he tried to hold back, voice breaking.

“She needs help, Julie… I’m—I–I don’t know what to do…”

She approached him, eyebrows knit in worry as her jaw slacked, mouth hanging open. She gently motioned to take the baby from his arms and he slumped against a nearby chair with a heavy sigh, kicking off his sandals. Casita had them cleaned up in no time.

“Hold on a second… where…where did you find her?” Julieta swallowed thickly as the baby squirmed against her. She quickly moved to replace the soaked blanket she was swaddled in and dried her.

Bruno swallowed hard, fumbling with his hands in front of his chest, trying to make himself look smaller as he watched.

“S–she’s mine, Hermana…”

Julieta shot him a shocked glance and shook her head slow after her face fell.

“Oh, Bruno… Julia? The Mamá…?” She was almost scared to ask.

Bruno buried his face in his hands and tried to compose himself as he kept trembling. It took him awhile to answer as he fumbled with the words, but he managed to start.

“Oh, Dios, she didn’t make it… s-she was bleeding so much. The birth… it was difficult. She had so much trouble and I was there for all of it. I–I should’ve—I should’ve come to get you, but she begged and begged me not to leave her. She told me she was fine. The midwife’s hands… dios…. Covered in blood. When she was born, my beautiful Julia—was already gone.”

Julieta was frozen as she listened to his breaking voice. He was so exhausted from head to toe. She felt deep sorrow for him and came over to lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“She didn’t get…to s–see our baby, h–Hermana…”

“It’s okay, Bruno, it wasn’t your fault. I… had no idea she was even pregnant. Is that where you’ve been? In that village with her?”

Bruno took a deep breath and let it out with a big sigh.

“Y–yes, I—she didn’t want anyone to know, not even the familia. I didn’t understand… I–I guess in a way she didn’t want to be burdened.”

Bruno caught glance of a stain of blood on his ruana and let a tear fall.

“She was in labor for a whole day…I’m n–not sure exactly, I lost track of time after the midwife announced the baby was turned the wrong way. She was coming feet first…”

He choked on his words as he told the story.

“She pushed and pushed… for hours it seemed and the midwife—no, she couldn’t turn her the right way… Julia… was in so much pain, she just… wanted it all to end. She was sick, and she went into labor early… Th–the baby hasn’t been fed. She’s so new, so small…”

The realization of his wife’s death hit him, but Julieta wanted to help him stop thinking about it. She nudged him and placed the baby back in his arms. She fussed, but was too tired and hungry to cry and scream anymore.

“Try to relax… I’ll have to go down to the kitchen and make some formula. You can come down with me or stay here.”

Bruno’s eyes were locked on his child, pressing her close to him.

“I-I’ll stay. Don’t want to wake everyone.”

Julieta nodded and quietly left on quick feet.

Bruno let his tears fall, finally able to see his daughter in the full candlelight, and soon enough in the sun.

“You look just like your Mamá… my sweet mariposa.”

She was still too weak to fuss and Bruno knew she needed help fast. The birth had been hard on her too, coming feet first like that. His other hand not supporting her took her little fist and she uncurled her fingers to wrap around his larger finger.

“You need a name, hija.” He cooed quietly.

He though on several for awhile, but then one seemed to click and he said it out loud while looking down at her.

“What about… Mirabel? My little miracle.”

There was no apparent response, but Bruno already knew it was perfect. She squirmed again, unsettled most likely from the hunger.

“Shh, shh shh, just a little longer, hija.”

It didn’t take Julieta very long and when she quietly came through the door, Bruno shakily took the bottle from his sister.

Julieta gently helped him hold her properly and guided the bottle to her lips with his hand in hers.

“…Like that. She should settle once she’s got a hold of the bottle. You should also unbutton your shirt so you can get some skin to skin contact. It’ll help her bond with you.”

Mirabel made little whimpering sounds as she started suckling the bottle. Bruno did as his sister suggested, causing his emotions to flare up. She immediately snuggled comfortably against his skin, suckling softly on the bottle.

“There you go… she’s hungry alright.”

Julieta stayed and watched the scene until little Mirabel had finished her bottle, tiny eyes blinking slowly as if the light bothered her.

Bruno couldn’t keep his eyes from watering. He shakily handed the empty bottle to his sister.

“I—I can’t believe she’s mine, Julie…”

She smiled sadly.

“Have you picked a name?”

“Mirabel. Her name is Mirabel,” He sniffled.

Julieta could see the exhaustion in his frame. She kneeled beside him and placed her hand on his back. He shook as he took in a deep breath.

“Oh, Bruno it’s a wonderful name. I know you’ll be a good Papá.”

He nodded and quickly wiped his eyes.

“You need some rest and so does she. I have Luisa’s old crib over here, I’ll just lay her in there okay? She’ll be fine.”

Bruno allowed her to take little Mirabel in her arms again, his eyes heavy but trying to stay open to watch her lay her in the crib.

Julieta was struck with the contagious emotions her brother had cast on her. She sniffled quietly as she tenderly laid her in the crib, laying the old blanket of her own children over her for extra warmth. She wiped tears away before they could fall on Mirabel.

“I’m so sorry, little one…” she whispered before turning back to Bruno, letting go of the little hand that had snagged her finger.

He was already half asleep, but Julieta held his cheek and kissed his hair, whispering praises and condolences before blowing out the candles.

She moseyed on back into bed beside Agustín, wide awake as her mind ran on and on, wired up. She couldn’t believe Julia was gone. How would the rest of the family react? And to Bruno suddenly becoming a Papá?

As she continued to lay there with her face to the ceiling, it seemed she wouldn’t be getting any more sleep that night.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #Julia Madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto brainrot #papa bruno au #dad bruno au #la familia madrigal #encanto fic #short one shot #these poor babies… #addaxwrites #love and loss

[aurelia11fan]

Inspired by the wonderful @julietashealing-child for her writings about mama bear Alma.

Three out of Three

Julieta can’t lie

Agustín can’t stop talking

Alma needs a long vacation

When you’re a single mother of triplets, you don’t sleep and if you do, it’s not deep sleep. Alma Madrigal had always been a light sleeper, but at this point in her life, her children were young adults and the teenage years had given her even less of a reason to relax. So she was up now at 11:30 at night because there was a faint noise downstairs and it had woken her.

She took her candle and shawl and was down the stairs when she heard more shuffling and then a thump as the cabinet door slammed and she entered the kitchen a minute later to find her eldest standing in the middle of the room, looking as if she’d just run a marathon from Bogotá through the mountains.

Julieta was breathing quickly and her face was flushed and her hair was messy, with large strands falling out of her carefully placed bun. Her forehead glistened with sweat and her blouse was slightly off center. She took a deep breath upon seeing her mother and moved to shuffle things around on the counter as if it was the most important task in the world.

“Mamá?! You startled me!”

“Julieta, what in the world? Are you alright? You’re completely flushed.”

“Fine! Fine! Really I’m fine!”

“It’s almost midnight! What are you doing still awake?”

“I need to finish baking something.”

Alma looked around the kitchen, but there were no supplies, ingredients opened, and the oven wasn’t even warm. A smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, but she kept silent.

“And whatever this is can’t wait until morning?” Alma asked. Julieta worked hard, but she had a tendency to overdo it.

“Uh no…I…was looking for the sugar. I forgot there was an order I needed to take care of before tomorrow and…well…”

“You mean this sugar?” Her mother asked dryly, pointing to the large bag that sat in front of Julieta.

“Oh! Thank you, mamá…wow…I’m extra tired I guess.”

“Well, then you need to get to sleep, my dear,” Alma said, straightening herself up and motioning towards the staircase. “You mentioned at dinner that you wanted to make a few house calls in the morning and you usually start those before breakfast.”

Julieta nodded. Her fingers nervously twisted the pleats of her skirt. “Right.”

“And you wanted to go with Pepa to the fields to get new herbs for propagation…”

“Mhmm…” Julieta nodded calmly. Alma smiled at her.

“You’re a hard worker, mi amor. I think tomorrow might be a good day to take the afternoon and rest for a bit.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” Julieta answered, somewhat distracted, eyes darting to the pantry. Alma’s smile turned up further as she followed her daughters gaze. None of her children were as subtle as they thought they were.

“But let’s get you to bed now.” The older woman draped her arm around her daughter. “I’ll walk upstairs with you.”

“Thank you mamá, but I just need to finish down here. As soon as I find the flour, I’ll go to bed.”

“I thought you were looking for the sugar.”

Julieta’s eyes widened. Shit

“I need both.”

“Well, I’ll give you a hand then.” Alma set her candle down and leaned against the counter, looking at her daughter. “Where should we start?”

“Mamá, really. I can manage.”

“Julieta you’re so tired, you’re forgetting which ingredients you need, cariño. Now let me help.”

“But…” Julieta clasped her hands in front of her and clenched her fingers together.

“Oh, Agustín!” Alma called in a sing-song voice. “Have you seen the flour?”

For a moment, the tension in the room lifted just slightly before crashing down heavy on mother and daughter as Julieta’s eyes grew wider than an owl’s as she stared at her mother in disbelief with her mouth open and heart pounding in her chest.

“Mamá, what ?”

“Of the three of you…” Alma began, placing her hand in the pantry door. “You, Julieta are the worst liar.”

Alma unceremoniously pulled the pantry door open and Agustín fell out as the door gave way and he crashed into a heap at the older woman’s feet. Alma’s arms were cross and she looked at him with a bemused expression and raised an eyebrow. Julieta cringed and buried her head in her hands. Scrambling to stand up, Agustín adjusted his glasses and stuffed his tie in his pocket. The top few buttons of his shirt had been opened and he looked just as jittery as Julieta. She gave him an “I’m so sorry” look and he looked at the crucifix on the kitchen wall, praying God would take him quickly.

“Well, well…” Alma said after letting them squirm for a few minutes. “Good evening.”

“Uh, good evening, Señora Madrigal.” Agustín brushed his hair with his fingers, desperately trying to hold onto any dignity he had left. “Look, I…”

“Got lost on your way home? And ended up in our kitchen? Is that what you were going to say?”

Agustín cleared his throat and quickly shook his head. “No, no!”

“Well, you were helping Julieta look for supplies then? And the door just randomly shut behind you?”

“Señora…” he looked over to Julieta for help, but all she could do was shake her head helplessly.

“Now then, let me guess.” Alma continued. “Your tie has been removed and your shirt was going to be taken off because of the heat, is that right?”

Agustín raised his hands in a show of innocence.

“No, no! I would never…I was the one who insisted it stay on even though…Julieta was the one who wanted to…”

“Will you SHUT UP?!” Julieta shrieked. She had been hoping Casita would open a hole in the floor and bury her alive, but now she swore she could’ve killed Agustín in that moment.

Alma gave a strange look to both of them before pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing deeply.

“Alright then,” the matriarch said briskly. “Visiting hours are over. Agustín, say goodnight and I’ll walk you out.”

“Mamá, I can do it,” Julieta insisted. She could have cooked an arepa on her face.

“Julieta, you need to find your flour, remember?” Alma said sweetly. “I’ll see Señor Rojas out. Young man, say goodnight to my daughter and come with me. If you give her a kiss, please make it one that is kind to my eyes.”

Gulping, Agustín gave Julieta a fast peck on the cheek and left her in the kitchen to follow Alma out to the front hall and to the door. He braced himself as Alma stood before him and spoke. He was considerably taller than her, but she currently had an air about her that made him feel about two feet tall. For a moment, Agustín could have sworn that he even saw Pedro Madrigal’s portrait glower at him.

“Agustín, look at me.”

“Señora.” he whispered.

“Ive known you a long time and you and your family are held in high esteem by mine. I’m sure you’d like to keep it that way. Our house is much livelier and brighter during the day so until you and Julieta are wed, let’s limit our visits to then, yes? Nine o’ clock in the evening will be a reasonable time for you to leave and the same goes for Julieta leaving your home. Just in case you were considering defiling your mother and father’s pantry as well. I’m glad you are courting Julieta, but these are my rules and I don’t negotiate.”

Agustín nodded at her as relief flooded him and the realization that Alma wouldn’t strangle him began to take hold.

“Marriage is my plan, I promise.”

“I assumed marriage was your intention,” Alma said, nodding.

“Yes! Lo siento…that is. I love Juli with all my heart and yes I want to marry her someday.”

“When the time is right.” Alma said with a smile.

“With your blessing, señora.”

“Good. Alright then,” Alma said, opening the door. “Give my regards to your parents.”

“I will.” Agustín began to walk down the stairs but in a sudden burst of courage and relief decided to ruin the moment. “Señora Madrigal, I promise I wasn’t going to take my shirt off…or anything else! Or DO anything else. I didn’t and won’t …I mean I absolutely wanted to, but I won’t! Not in your pantry anyway and definitely not before we get married. Julieta’s clothes stay on too! No matter what she keeps telling me!!”

Dios

Alma gaped at him and her mouth hung open. As the words he just spoke floated in the air, Agustín seemed to register just what he had said and wished badly that he had a window next to him so he could put his head through it.

“Casita?” Alma’s voice was deadly calm.

With a swish, Casita’s stairs became rubber and tossed Agustín into the air and onto a patch of moss a few feet from the house.

“Goodnight!” Alma called out. Pulling her shawl around her shoulders, she re entered the house and seriously thought about a hard drink before she went back to sleep if only it weren’t for the headache that was starting to form. That’s three out of three for the week, she thought. Pepa and Bruno had both given her migraines at the beginning of the week with their antics and now Julieta rounded out the trio. Walking back to the kitchen, she glanced with a huff at her late husband’s portrait.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

His brown eyes seemed to wink back.

-End

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto fandom #julieta x agustin #agustín x julieta #agustín madrigal #poor Alma #alma madrigal #mama Alma #pedro madrigal #casita knows

[waitingonavision]

Same anon who asked for Juli & Agustín, hello! Sorry I forgot an AU 🤦🏽‍♀️ Modern !! ❤️ 2022 (they're still 48/50 y/o)

No worries, anon! 💙

Julieta is trying so hard not to crack a grin at her poor, guileless husband when she asks, “You don’t know what that’s about, do you?”

Agustín glances down at the necktie on the cover and the words Cincuenta sombras just visible between his fingers, recalling what Félix had said, breezily, as he handed him the book.

“Suspense novel… about morally grey crime and suits, yes?”

…

Send me two Encanto characters and an AU setting, and I’ll write a three-sentence fic!

#poor gus lol #he's been living under a rock #encanto #encanto fanfiction #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #asks #three sentence fics #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #you just know pepa and félix have read the series

[cloudy-encanto]

What if Julieta was the villain of Encanto? 💙

This was a tricky edit bc she’s just so lovely 😂

#julieta my beloved #julieta madrigal #encanto edit #fan edit #encanto #poor unfortunate souls #Youtube

[delizbin]

Agustin coming the first time to julieta's stand all swollen and she heals him, he turn back to his normal (handsome) face, she looks up at him and just freeze and says "oh" just looking at him in the eyes waiting for him to go because she's way too red

*awkward silence*

Agustín: so… are we… done or…?

#he must have been so confused poor thing 😭😂 #like … what is he supposed to do shall he wait for her to say something or… #like #julieta just freezed #No explanation was given

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 19: Clock

“Mamá, I have to go help out in town,” Luisa called out.

“Okay, querida.” Julieta glanced outside, noticing the sun hanging midway between its peak in the sky and the horizon. “Do you know when you’ll be done? I don’t want you missing dinner again.”

Luisa racked her brain. “Well, I only have to reroute the river- wait, no, that was yesterday. Or was that the day before?” She groaned in frustration. “I don’t remember what today’s job was. Everyone was talking too fast for me to hear. But I don’t think it’ll take long.”

“All right…” Julieta trailed off, not entirely convinced. “Be home by dinner.”

“I will, I promise.” Luisa gingerly wrapped her arm around her mother, careful not to crush her. “Bye, mamá.”

Julieta watched as she ran down the path leading into town. She was proud of Luisa for helping so much around town, but sometimes people asked a lot of her. She’d seen Luisa lifting heavy objects from sunrise to sunset without complaint. Even someone as strong as her must get tired sometimes. Yet Julieta had never heard her refuse to help anyone. It was a lesson she had instilled in her daughters, but she didn’t realize just how demanding people would be. Half the time, Luisa would either not eat with her family, or leave halfway through because she had to help someone. Luisa was strong for everyone but herself, and it worried Julieta a bit.

To take her mind off her thoughts, she started on dinner. Chopping, mixing, simmering… the sound of her knife and the crackle of the fire were loud enough to silence her worries. She got so lost in the process that she didn’t even notice how much time had passed until the daylight began growing dimmer.

Setting down her mixing spoon, Julieta looked over at the clock. It was getting close to dinnertime. Didn’t Luisa say she’d be done soon? What kind of “soon” took a few hours? Julieta’s lips pressed in a thin line. It wasn’t quite dinnertime yet. Maybe she would be back before.

Julieta tried to focus on finishing up dinner, but she kept throwing distracted glances at the clock in the corner. Her thoughts had become so loud that when the clock chimed a new hour, she ended up splattering sauce all over herself.

This is why we wear aprons in the kitchen, she thought, wiping her sticky hands on the now sullied apron. If only she didn’t have to stay in the kitchen! She would already have searched half the town looking for Luisa. Where could she possibly be?

“Hola, mamá.” Isabela glided through the door, pressing a soft kiss to Julieta’s cheek.

“Hola, Isa.”

Julieta must have sounded distracted because Isabela frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Julieta sighed. “Have you seen Luisa? She went into town a few hours, but she said she’d be home soon. I don’t know what’s keeping her.”

Isabela chewed on her lip thoughtfully. “Maybe she got roped into helping more people? You know how she can’t say no to anyone.”

Like herself, and Isabela, and Mirabel… Julieta had been afraid of that, but she exhaled forcefully, putting on a brave smile for Isabela. “Hopefully she’s done soon. I’d hate for her to miss dinner again.”

“Especially when it smells this good, mamá.��� Isabela inhaled deeply, letting out a dreamy sigh. Seeing her mother’s expression remain unchanged, she looked over at the clock uneasily. “It’s still early, mamá. She’ll be home in time.”

“Thanks, Isabela.” Julieta hugged her absently.

“See you at dinner.” With a swoosh of her silky long hair, she was gone.

With a grim resignation, Julieta forced herself to keep cooking, but her heart wasn’t in it. The minutes ticked on, that stupid clock taunting her with the absence of her daughter. At one point, she was watching the clock so intently that the pot almost boiled over. Cursing under her breath, she lowered the flame. Why wasn’t Luisa home yet?

“Hey, mamá.” Mirabel had appeared out of nowhere, squeezing her in a tight hug.

“Hi, Mirabel.” Julieta allowed herself to sink into the hug. Mirabel was almost as tall as her now, and if it wasn’t for the glasses, she’d be the spitting image of a teenaged Julieta. “Did you have a good day today?”

Mirabel nodded. “Yeah, papá and I helped out around town.”

Julieta peered over at the door to see Agustín wave at her shyly. He appeared suspiciously free of injuries. “Did you now? And you managed to keep your papá out of trouble?”

Mirabel giggled. “It wasn’t easy, but I got him home unscathed.”

“Hey!” Agustín protested. “It’s not like I get hurt all the time!”

“Of course not, Agustín.” Julieta decided to humor him, walking over and patting his cheek.

Mirabel tilted her head, studying her. “You seem weird, mamá,” she decided. “You okay?”

Julieta let out a shaky sigh. “Luisa isn’t home yet, and I’m starting to worry about her,” she admitted.

Mirabel frowned, turning to look at the clock. “She left hours ago.”

I know! Julieta wanted to scream. Instead, she kept her voice as level as she could. “I know.”

“Maybe we should go look for her,” Agustín suggested.

Julieta shrugged. “Believe me, I want to, but I have to finish dinner.”

“I can help you with that,” Mirabel and Agustín said in unison.

Julieta smiled. They were so sweet. But she definitely didn’t want Agustín anywhere near all the dangers in the kitchen. “That’s so sweet of you to offer. Seeing as it is getting close to dinnertime, why don’t you round up the others, Agustín?” That would keep him out of harm’s way.

“You got it, Juli.” He gave her a soft kiss and then left.

“Are you sure you don’t need help, mamá?” Mirabel asked hesitantly.

No. She didn’t need help. What she needed was to see Luisa walk through the door because it was…fifteen minutes to dinner, according to the clock. “No, Mira. Thank you. I’m just worried about Luisa…”

“I can go look for her?”

Mirabel looked at her with such hope-filled eyes. Julieta knew that Mirabel would do anything for her family. But she didn’t want any more empty seats at dinner. “That’s okay, Mirabel. I don’t want you to miss dinner too.”

She had resigned herself to the fact that Luisa would not be there for dinner, yet a small part of her kept hoping as they set the table. The ticking of the clock was unbearably loud now, threatening to make her head explode.

Finally, just as Julieta had lost all hope, Luisa ran in through the door. “I didn’t miss dinner, did I?” She panted out breathlessly.

Julieta sized her up. Luisa was sweaty, flyaway strands of hair sticking out from all over her bun. “Almost, but you made it here just in time. What happened, Luisa?”

Luisa let out a long-suffering sigh. “You know how people are. When they see me, they think of five other things that need to be done. And I can’t just not help them, mamá. It’s not right.”

Of course not. If you were able to help, you should help. It was the right thing to do. Luisa had clearly mastered that lesson. “Of course not, mi vida.” She brushed a sweaty strand of hair up over Luisa’s ear. “Go wash up. It’s time for dinner.”

And as the clock chimed another hour, Julieta surveyed her table, pleased to see every seat filled.

#julieta madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #agustin madrigal #encantober #encantober 2023 #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #clock #this turned out better than i thought it would #poor luisa

[justanisabelakinnie]

Mirabel ran up to Isabela and told her she made her a song and the family. The whole Madrigal family all sat in the living room while Mirabel was in the center. As she started to sing her made up song, everyone was dying of cuteness overload.

"So yeah Tio Felix married Pepa and my dad married Julieta! That's how Abuela became an Abuela Madrigal!" Mirabel cheered.

The adults grinned at this little accidental innuendo, the kiddos looking up at them in confusion.

"Where all the people are fantastical and magical, that's who we are in the family Madrigal! The end!" Mirabel curtsied, and everyone around her clapped, as she clearly had a prodigial talent for songwriting!

"Wait, what about you, Mirabel? You didn't include yourself in the song!" Camilo asked.

Mirabel shrugged, and nobody noticed that her smile was a little bit less wide than before. "I wrote the song, so there's no need to include myself!" was her answer, and Camilo was forced to be content with it.

#poor mirabel #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto #encanto headcanons #back when isabela and mirabel had an actually good sisterly relationship #sigh #those were the days #but hey at least they've come back...slowly #isabela and mirabel #diegetic #the family madrigal #fanfic prompts #encanto fanfic prompts #lilac-butterflys

[roxyfoxgamer150]

What if one day Scrappy and her universe one got deleted. No warning, nothing, you blink and suddenly Scrappy and her universe is gone. How would Observer and Hollow would react ?

✨Pain✨

Observer would probably freeze while talking to Scrap because she suddenly just disappeared infront of her, making her maybe scream in agony and pain because another Mirabel that she knows just disappeared from her life again.

Hollow would also probably freeze but her eyes would be shaking because it reminds her too much of her own AU. She'll likely try to find the portal to Scrap's universe or even a TRACE of it because a deleted AU's portal literaply disappears.

Observer views Scrap as an honorary sister, Hollow views her as a daughter, so if she disappears? Yeah no it'll be pure angst.

#encanto au #mirabel madrigal #observer mirabel au #mirabel au #random thought i had lmao #scrappy mirabel au #hollow julieta au #poor observer and scrap #observer and scrap ask #observer and scrap qna #hollow julieta qna #hollow julieta ask #Observer: Scrap? SCRAP!? SCRAP WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU THIS ISN'T FUNNY! #Hollow: *Pupils the size of pinpricks. eyes literally shaking like she just saw HER Mirabel die* #Observer: Shit- Hollow I need your hel- Hollow? #Hollow: Wr need to find a trace of her portal OR SHE'S ACTUALLY DELETED.

[julietas-basil]

hey i have a request is okay if you dont want to write it it was just some stupid idea put okay here" julieta and agustin getting cought making out by their children " i know is stupid

Heyy! No problem!

And please no julistín content is forbidden everything is accepted 😌

Agustín was sick...nothing new though,he frequently fell ill it was a usual part of his accident-prone self that the poor man was living through every day of his life. A sneeze echoed across the room accompanied by a long sigh,he huffed in annoyance letting his back slide flatly on the mattress.

That damn fever didn't let him sleep properly, Julieta had to wake up every once in awhile to check on him,lay a warm hand over his forehead,change dried compresses with wet ones... He could just grab secretly an arepa or and empanada and make it out of here,be completely fine,but his wife refused,insisting that it was right for the organism to build immunity gradually...

He turned his gaze to the clock that ticked painfully slow next to his head,the time set read '7.46 pm' It was one Hora before breakfast,he could really relax doing something. That bulge was really affecting his bedtime and since his esposa was already in the kitchen,busy in labor,nothing could help the situation

"Why does it have to be every morning! Díos mío!"

He shrugged in annoyance shifting his hips in the process. It's not that he couldn't take care of himself but he was sick,his bone felt slack and limps too. He needed release and since there was nothing to do he managed to distract himself pinching his sides the younger Adult winced in pain,mumbling under his breath

"Amor?" The door parted slightly,revealing a brown haired woman with a few dusty strands falling over her face. Julieta stepped carefully into the room holding a trail with a boiling stew,a glass of orange juice and a plate with buñuelos and some Huevos Perico.

"Buenos Días,mi cielo" The cook smiled innocently as she managed to skillfully stabilize the disk kicking the door closed with her hips. Agustín exploited the space around him to stand on his back properly "How's my hermosa mujer doing?" Agustín smiled as his esposa places the disk next to their bedstand. Julieta placed bother hands to cup his flushed-from fever-cheeks,leaning just right to kiss on his head

"You let your hair down...you look breathtaking,mi Vida" the bee man bit his lip in mischievousness,allowing his gaze to travel from side to side absorbing the view acting out In front of him,his fingers stroking the wavy ends of her hair. In all of a sudden,broad hands fell on her wide hips pulling them abruptly. Julieta squeaked in surprise as she fell disorderly on his hip. Agustín immediately grabbed his wife into a breathy kiss,who moaned in astonishment at his forwardness

"Is everything alright,mi corazon?" The older woman wandered through his eyes,cluelessly trying to spot any intention after this. He just took her wrist locating it between his thighs,making Julieta gasp in response to his action "Por favor Amor, I can't hold it back. It's been bothering me every day for two weeks now.."

The accident-prone man released his wife's wrist to gently mark his way over her arm,squeezing it lightly " Ay,bueno... ¿qué estás pensando ahora?"

(Ay,well...what are you thinking now?)

The almost Grey-haired man paused for awhile to stare at his wife,a loud gulp filling the -seconds long- silence "a blowjob-" the nurse went to protest again,as disgust overtook her calm features "or your hands and your senos" the tall man whimpered as he stroked the fabric of her pastel blue top's collar. He motioned his head into the cook of her neck,tracing with sloppy kisses

"¡d-de acuerdo!" The brunette woman nearly shouted,moderately shoving his chest backwards on the soft pillows. She groaned in effort of situating her body at his side of the bed. The woman sat casually on her knees and Agustín grinned enthusiastically as he unfastened his buttons aggressively-

"Tente..." the healer's hand impeled him to stop fussing. Instead she positioned herself on her side and lifted his chin to collide their lips into a longing kiss,soon enough her hand brushing from his torso to his abdomen,rubbing in circles before diving under the blankets to grasp his erection

"Mph!" The man bellow huffed in pleasure,rolling his hips towards her hand. Julieta moaned during the kiss in appreciation freeing his pulsating member from its compressive state. Agustín's Hand gripped the sheets underneath,struggling to keep sane as he felt the woman's hand wrap around his penis,kneading his length in twists and squeezes

"Julieta..." the man sighed at last breaking the kiss. His other hand pressing over her cheek in adoration. She sat upright displacing her top so that sagging ivory breasts,rested entirely on her stomach

The oldest of triplets glanced at her esposo who seemed to enjoy the view. A shiver sent down her spine once she felt his hand feeling up her breast,their mouths connecting once again in a moistful kiss-

"¡Papá! I hope today your in the mood cau- DÍOS MÍO MY EYES!" Their youngest girl covered her eyes with both her palms,letting the café can Leche fall on the floor,thankfully for her Casita,managed to catch it in her tiles. The couple tensed quickly covering themselves in what seemed helpful to them.

"Miraboo it's a good way to take care of the Sick!" Agustín shouted in defense of the situation he created. Julieta flushed red smacking his shoulder blade with a 'that's enough' glare. The healer quickly left the bed fixing her skirt,cheeks still blushing hard from both the heat and the embarrassment,while Agustín snored a laugh reaching for his breakfast

"¡Gracias,mi Esposita! Buena trabajo!"

"¡Come Agustín!"

It wasn't long until he heard his wife complain again,he was lucky and doomed. At least he knew that tonight would be different. A wonderful surprise...

#julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #encanto agustín #encanto julieta #encanto fluff #so oof #omg #the madrigals #making out #crazy #our papito #our mamita #cute #mirabel qont be able to come out her room for days #poor girl