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Hay que encontrar su propio futuro

Summary: She never meant to hurt her family once more, she had only expected to wake up with a hangover not with someone beside her that was about to turn her entire life upside down. She never thought she would get a chance at a new life with someone so different and at the same time so alike. Can they really find a future together?

a/n: Hello!! Mariano is back, at last, and I hope you are as happy to see him as it made me to write him. I'm warning you all, this chapter is long, like wayyyy longer than the other ones, but I promise it's worth it. I hope you like it and give this story lots of love. :) I'm Spanish so I used expressions from my own language. I'm afraid I don't know Colombian ones so I had to work with the ones that I know. If there are any Colombians out there that would prefer for me to change what I have written I would very gladly do it, but even so, I hope you like the ones I have used.

warnings: blood, death, murder, mutilation, age difference, implied sexual content, past use of alcohol. Most importantly no Alma Madrigal bashing, i love this woman.

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Hay que encontrar su propio futuro

The pain radiating from her legs was nothing compared to the way her lungs were burning, begging her to breathe, to take deep gulps of air but there wasn’t time. Her body was running on astronomical amounts of adrenalin, under other circumstances she wouldn’t be jumping fallen trees like she was some sort of overgrown goat and wouldn’t be sliding over the wet soil to escape low branches. There were scratches on her hands, face and legs stinging like hell and oozing blood as she once more forced them open when having to pass bushes of roses and thorned flowers; there wasn’t time to look for another path, she could hear them getting closer. Ahead of her she could see her family running faster than she could, gracefully escaping rocks and wild animals that showed up at the most inconvenient of times. Julieta and Agustín were following their daughters a few steps behind so they wouldn’t lose sight of them at any point, they didn’t want to have to go through the same unnerving situation of not knowing where they were like with Mirabel, Juli’s heart wouldn’t survive it. Luisa tried her best to break trees and rocks apart to make it an easier escape but as they kept on running more and more obstacles were showing up and as Alma had feared the girl was getting tired and it was slowing them down more than helping them. Pepa and Felix were pushing their children to move faster to go way ahead of them both, but everytime Antonio lost sight of his parents from his place in Dolores' arms the boy would start crying and begging his sister to slow down to which she agreed only because it worried her when she couldn't hear them over the sounds of everything else. Bruno was guiding everyone, the head of this committee, grabbing onto branches to balance himself and use them to get away from danger as quickly as he could, perks of being thin and having lived balancing over pipes and beams while he was inside the walls.

This was probably the only reason why Alma hadn't given up yet, her family kept on running determined to escape, to find refuge and remain alive. A low thick branch showed up suddenly in between the darkness of the night and although she hadn’t seen it Alma managed to duck under it just in time; it made her lose her balance though and as she stumbled to get back to her previous speed she encountered a rock, the strings of her new alpargatas getting caught under it making her completely unstable. As if in slow motion she watched the floor getting closer and closer until her heavy body collided with it ripping her shoe off, pain shooting through her arms and elbows from having used them as a shield so as not to hit her head. It soon spread all over her body mixing with the cramps her legs were experiencing and the constricting need for air that made her cough uncontrollably. It was only a few seconds what she remained on the floor, a few damned seconds but as she stood her knees buckled at the sight. They had reached a clearing, she was sure that hadn’t been there before but that wasn’t the problem, her family was surrounded by faceless horsemen that were cornering them as they pulled their weapons out. The droplets of rain that Pepa was making as fear and realisation that they were done for slid over the featureless figures like syrup that slides over a flat surface. Alma tried to move towards them, begging these people to spare them but she found that as much as she tried to take a step she couldn't, her feet were trapped under a layer of thick sand that felt almost like cement. She fought with all her might to escape but it wouldn't budge. Then the noise came. She hadn’t needed to lift her head to know what it was. Sharp metallic swords rose high up in the air slicing body after body, hot sticky bright red liquid pouring out staining the soil as well as the clothes they were wearing the gurgling pleads of mercy for their children falling on deaf ears as Alma watched frozen in time.

The first one to fall was Bruno, his ruana a deep shade of green where the stain was growing with each second dripping small beads of blood. His body kneeled over crunchy leaves and broken twigs staring up at Alma with glazed lifeless eyes almost as if he wanted her to see him like that; Julieta and Agustín followed just a matter of seconds later. Her previous spotlessly clean apron was a mosaic of splashes of hers and her husband’s blood, the woman falling on her back with a knife stuck to her chest piercing through her heart while her spouse fell limp with his head on her abdomen grabbing onto his sliced throat. Somehow they were both staring at her as well. Her youngest daughter fought like a champion but fell over, face down on the ground with a sword stuck to her back, Felix meeting a similar demise with his arms over his wife as if he could shield her from their murderers little red spots on her daughter’s freckled cheeks watching as her green eyes went out of focus. Alma’s children didn’t get the chance to fight or beg for more than a few seconds before they were brutally murdered. Her need to get out of that blasted sand was becoming an obsession at this point, anything to protect her nietos, the only family she had left, but with each movement it swallowed her faster, not only her feet were trapped now, she was knee deep in the fucking thing. Her screams didn’t seem to be reaching the horsemen or the kids, she was ordering them to run but they weren’t moving, it was as if she was inside a soundproof room where no one could hear her, encased in transparent glass with no chance of escaping.

She watched in horror as Isabela fell next. The girl’s flowers and plants seemed to be made out of paper, useless ways of protecting her siblings, cousins and herself. The blade made a swift but deep cut on her abdomen, the wound bleeding incessantly as her hands tried to apply pressure to stop it but it was futile, under a second she was laying on her back still clutching onto her dress as if that would do any help. At the same time Camilo dropped to the ground with a broken neck, his body twisting in a horrendous way, the sound of the snap echoing as if they were in a cathedral. Both their heads were turned towards her, their now dead eyes pleading for help. Alma’s heart was ripping apart, unable to do a thing, her screams getting louder, more desperate but no one seemed to be hearing her still. She couldn’t take it, she couldn’t stay there and watch but at the same time she couldn’t avert her gaze hoping that maybe someone would come to their rescue and not everyone would have to be lost tonight. Luisa managed to throw one of the men off his horse but the girl hadn’t stood a chance, her limp body resting on her side with a dagger on her neck, her white blouse now red as the blood poured out of her. Dolores and Antonio fell unders the brutal force of the horses hooves, bruised and blooded with the little boy still in the girl's tight embrace. Their faces were drained of any colour, white and blue with half opened mouths; they had been asking for help but no one had answered. The only one left standing was Mirabel. Maybe not everything would be lost, maybe the girl would be smart enough to find an exit, a way of getting out of there, anything, but she didn’t, she turned around and faced her abuela. In slow motion she watched her fall on her knees with both hands on her chest, thin trails of blood falling from the corners of her mouth as she smiled at her. Her figure dropped her side, the light in her eyes fading slowly but the smile still on her face. Everyone was gone, they hadn’t spared any of them, they sure wouldn’t let her live would they? Her eyelids closed for a minute hoping this all would be just a dream, that when she opened them they would be at Casita, but no, this wasn’t over yet.

The sound of water forced them open, the sand reaching up to her hips by then. There was a river where her family had just been, their bodies nowhere to be found but the blood still staining the soil and broken leaves that covered the river bank. There wasn’t anyone around, no sounds except for the water moving lazily downstream. Both her hands tried to reach for a vine that she hadn't seen before. It was just a foot away, she could get it, surely she could grab it and try to use it as leverage to get out; her fingertips were brushing it, they were so close when footsteps were heard. She lifted her head to see who it was, to see if maybe they were there to help but it was nothing of the sort. A tall man with dark hair stood with his back to Alma in the middle of the river just there looking ahead but there was no one on the other side, just trees and darkness where he was looking. She went back to trying to grab the vine but when she looked it was gone and instead of the scratches she had had on her hands from pushing leaves and branches away there were litres and litres of warm, almost burning blood. The sight made her scream. As if someone had pressed a play button four horsemen appeared from in between the woods raising their swords towards whoever was standing in the river, but he wasn’t still anymore, he was raising his arms in a peace gesture, his wedding ring glinting in the moonless night as if it had a light of its own. It couldn’t be, not again, this couldn’t be. Alma opened her mouth once more to tell him to run but it was now filled with sand and dirt preventing her from speaking. The man fell over the water splashing it with the weight of his slaughtered body, his face finally turned for Alma to see. Recognition swam through her body. She wasn't breathing anymore, the sheer pain that radiated from her body prevented any air from going through, her head dizzy and her vision blurry. This couldn’t be happening, they couldn’t all be dead, murdered right in front of her withouth her having had any possibility whatsoever of doing something, anything, to save them. Tears were flowing freely out of her eyes as she spat all of the sand and dirt out of her mouth but as much as she tried it seemed to never end.

“You killed us” a voice behind her spoke coldly almost in a threatening manner causing shivers to run down her spine, to stop all motions. It was Pepa’s. “¿Por qué no nos ayudaste, mamá?” no, no, no, no, she had tried, she had been trying to escape the fucking quicksands for what felt like hours, they had to have known she was trapped, they had to understand. She had screamed her voice away, at the top of her lungs, she had tried. Her nails were digging onto the soil as she forced her arms to take her out of there but it only left scratches on the ground. “Weren’t we good children mamá?” Of course they had been, they were the sweetest most wonderful children any mother could ask for, why was Julieta asking her that? The temperature was rising around her, her flesh covered in a thin layer of sweat; she kept pushing forward, she kept on trying to push herself out of that hole, but it seemed as if skeletal hands that grabbed onto her overheating skin were pulling her the opposite way. “I saw this mamá, your sins” she hadn’t done anything wrong, she was getting better, she was fixing things. Por favor, Bruno, she thought while her head tried desperately to locate their voices moving from side to side, don’t do this. She stopped searching when three figures appeared in front of her looming over her frame casting threatening shadows. Her children were staring down at her, their wounds still bleeding, the liquid falling on the ground and like serpents surrounding Alma in a ring of red fire. “Weren’t we enough?” “Did you love us mami?” “You made me leave” Stop, please, stop. She wanted to yell, she needed to tell them that she loved them, that they were her pride and joy, but her mouth was still filled with endless sand and so her words were drowned back into the black hole that was forming inside her chest. The ground beneath them swallowed Alma’s body inch by inch, the cold deathlike grips on her dress and ankles pulling her away from the triplets. “You didn’t help” “You left us alone” “We needed you” Her head was pounding so hard she thought it would explode any minute, their words playing over and over in her head. Why couldn’t they shut up?!

“I tried to be like you abuela” Isabela showed up from in between the shadows followed by her siblings and cousins all of them with pale skins and blue lips, their white lifeless eyes making Alma tremble and shake. “I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t make you proud” “You pushed me away”She was proud of both Luisa and Mirabel, she hadn't meant to make them feel like they were less or that they were only important because of their gifts, she really hadn’t, why were they doing this? “Have you ever looked at me for me, abuela?” “I was scared, but you didn't help” “You took him from me” She couldn’t take it anymore, she couldn't keep on listening to this, it was suffocating her. The heat around her was scorching, the blood that still escaped her family's bodies surrounded her getting closer and closer threatening to drown her. “You killed us” This time it was Pedro’s battered body that was still laid on the floor who spoke. His lips turned up into a twisted smile, his eyes crying blood, the strength of the river rising like dough turning violent and shaking Pedro’s figure as if he were nothing but paper. She had killed them. She had killed them. After a second she stopped trying to break free from the sand, she simply looked at them as their mouths moved automatically blaming her for everything they had ever gone through, all their problems and pains, everything was her doing. It was the new sound, and like a round it was also in the background, everywhere to be exact, inside her bones, inside her soul. With each word a new knife stabbed her heart ripping it more apart making her believe that she had been the cause of everyone’s grievances. Suddenly everyone fell quiet, her figure freezing, stopping from falling down the hole. The dirt that had been in her mouth fell out like a sand castle, freeing her at last. Alma spat as much as she could to the side, taking deep gulps of air. She could only taste the bitter dirt, but at least she could talk once more. It all remained still for a couple of minutes before someone turned the lights off and she found herself surrounded by darkness, alone. She couldn’t see nor hear anything but she couldn’t move inside the quicksand either, her hands now trapped as she was waist deep into it, what was going on?

One step, maybe she was imagining things, another step, no, someone was definitely there with her, a third step, this time closer. “You broke me mamá” Pepa’s figure came up front with a cold dead smile, hollow cheeks and protruding eyes that made her look like a corpse. “You let them use me mamá” Julieta stood beside her sister, her frame thin almost as if she was a walking skeleton with Agustín behind her both with blank expressions, unbothered by the blood that was falling over her shoulder from her husband's throat. “You made me want to die mamá'' Bruno was angry, furious even as he stood at the other side of Pepa looking at Alma with a death glare through his veiled eyes. This had to be hell, she must have died and was now being punished for her mistakes, this had to be the end. “You took my own life away, abuela” Isabela was crawling towards her, her freezing hands grabbing her face with such strength that it would leave bruises a smile like Pepa’s on her lips. “You let them use me as a mule, abuela” Luisa looked weak, small in a corner of the darkened room looking at her with terrified child-like eyes, her clothes too big for her thin frame. “You would have let me die for the candle, abuela” Mirabel was in front of Pepa with the miracle in her hands, the flame black and the wax melting over the girl's skin. She wouldn’t have let her die, she couldn’t have cared less for the candle but… she had never told her that, she had never said just how worried she had been that she could have died. She had moulded Isabel after herself never caring about what the girl wanted, she didn’t allow her to become herself and Luisa, dios, what had she done?

“You took my love from me, you stole him, abuela” Dolores sat behind her father in the back of the room with blood pouring out of a deep wound on her chest, Felix’s face blank, unresponsive. She hadn’t stolen anything, she hadn’t even asked him out, she wasn’t sure she even wanted him; she hadn’t taken anything but she had tried it and maybe that was just as bad. “I don’t know who I am because of you, abuela” Camilo, where was he? All she could see was a mix of people’s features coming from a small figure standing beside Bruno, as if he couldn’t remember what his own body looked like. “Did I do something wrong for you not to save us, abuela?” Toñito, oh the poor boy. He was alone in the back of the room looking at her with teary eyes holding his hands out. Had she done this? Had she really hurt this family so deep that even in death they were blaming her for the way they were, had she made them like that? “I didn’t die for you to do this Alma” Do what? She couldn’t see him, she couldn’t find Pedro’s figure among the others but could hear his voice over and over again like a broken record that wouldn’t stop playing the same part of a song. Had she wasted the chance Pedro had given her? Was she undeserving of all the things she had ever got in life? “I slept with you, but what makes you think I love you? Nobody can love you, Alma '' Suddenly she was back in the river, the quicksand eating her alive at a faster rate than before her family around her voices overlapping as she watched Pedro die all over again and again and again. This was torture, simple pshycological torture. Each time his body would fall over the water it would start again, like a cycle while her family repeated the same things as if she didn’t know them already, as if they thought they weren’t getting through but she couldn’t get them out of her mind.

Her head was barely out of the sand when it became a deep puddle of viscous coagulated blood that burned her skin. The new pain made her scream, her body having become numb to the other wounds at this point. When she lifted her head to see the scene play again she found a different person raising his hands in the air and it wasn’t a horseman this time the one carrying the weapon. “If I can’t have him, neither will you” and so Dolores stabbed Mariano ten then twenty then thirty times on the chest. The crystal clear water was now a river of death, the rivulets of blood playing lazily almost in a taunting manner with the man’s hair once he laid on his back over the bottom, his head turning to look at her. “You killed me”. That was it, she couldn’t take it anymore, a scream tore its way out of her so strong and raw that left her deaf for several minutes, but she didn't stop. The sound of something crumbling way up in the sky made her look up. Casita was breaking apart above her head and falling towards her. It would kill her, she needed to escape but her arms were trapped, the faces of her family getting closer to hers, dead, pale and blue with thin strings of blood falling down the corners of their mouths, eyes, even their ears. It was getting closer, the walls and floors, their doors, there just six feet away, there was no escaping this. Then they laughed, shrilling unnatural laughs as it finally fell over her, her head swallowed by the bloodied coagulated quicksand as she screamed, her mind finally quiet and black. When she opened her eyes she was staring at her bedroom ceiling, short and shallow breaths shaking her body, a cold layer of sweat covering her entire form soaking through her nightgown. Everything was still so bright and vivid in her mind, her eyes still seeing like a transparent film reflecting on the ceiling, their battered and dead bodies lying on the ground, their voices ringing in her ears as if they were with her in the room. Trembling, she blinked several times to make the images go away. It wasn’t working. Careful with her still shaking body she pushed herself into a sitting position rapidly checking that there wasn’t any blood on the mattress or her hands; she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her pale palms completely clean. She traced the lines on them watching the blue veins underneath the skin, the golden wedding band contrasting with the way the light made her olive flesh look. Glancing towards the window she saw the morning sun just starting to come through the horizon casting its golden rays over Casita’s roof, the candle burning bright and strong on its stand. As if a gush of wind was going through her mind the nightmare slowly became smaller until it vanished, the breeze taking it with it through the window towards the sky. She remained sitting looking at nothing, zoned out for twenty minutes, the little handle on the clock going tick tack as Alma tried to remember what she had just experienced.

She was used to nightmares, they were her daily reminder that her husband was no longer there and neither were friends that had been beside them since they were practically born, people that she could hardly remember came back to her as if she had just seen them that morning and even in the horrors of her subconscious she was still glad to see them. This nightmare though, it had been different and she had been having it for three days now, ever since she had refused to see Mariano, ever since she had stopped walking on eggshells around her family but with each passing night it got worse and she would wake up feeling like the most horrible person in the entire face of the Earth. Tonight hadn’t been any different. At the sound of a door opening and closing her mind returned from its futile search, jumping softly on the bed at the sound. She couldn’t keep on having them, they were bound to end her if she was not careful, but she couldn’t drink a cup of Julieta’s tea every night before bed, it would stop working after a while and the nightmares would return. Getting up her bare feet stood over the cold tiles, her hands grabbing onto the mattress as she took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. At least she hadn’t woken up in the middle of the night in deep darkness. She should head for the bathroom but her legs didn’t take her there, not yet, they walked of their own accord towards the window. Everything downstairs was calm, Julieta and Agustín talking in hushed tones as they headed for the kitchen. A sudden fear that they might be hurt or worse crept up her spine but at the sight of her daughter's rosy cheeks and loving smile towards her very healthy looking husband her fears seemed to diminish somewhat until they were nothing but ashes at the bottom of a drawer. Alma’s fingers traced the wax of the candle, warm under her touch, the little flame flickering softly as if it was greeting her. Her heart was still beating rather fast but seeing that the world was starting to wake up, that the sound of the birds singing their love notes still echoed in the morning light as the sun warmed the ground and their feathers, that life kept going, reassured her that all those ghosts that she was so afraid of were nothing more than fantasies that were playing with her mind.

She wasn’t going to let them scare her and make her live secluded in her own head. Hugging her nightgown close to her body in an attempt to escape the cold that she was now feeling from the sweat she made her way to the bathroom. Her hands rested on the counter next to her lotions and hairbrush, Alma’s head raising to see her reflection looking at her with tired eyes. There were bags under them, not very protruding, but still there and her hair was all over the place, she almost looked as if she had been hit by one of Pepa’s lightning. Why was she having these nightmares, why did they still chase her? She had stopped having the ones were casita fell on Mirabel a few months ago, it should be clear that it had something to do with this whole Mariano situation, but what was the cause? The conversations with Pepa and Dolores? Mariano himself? Maybe it was because she hadn’t gone to talk with Rosa or because she didn’t feel guilty anymore about wanting him, she couldn’t be sure but she had to do something. As if it could read minds Casita started a warm bath for her dropping some lavender salts and vanilla bubbles. The feeling of absolute horror was fading just leaving her with a tired body that very much needed to have a bath and an unruly hair that needed to be washed before she could brush it. The nightgown was thrown inside the laundry basket before she dipped inside the water feeling every muscle relax, her eyes closing at the gentle smells that filled the bathroom. Whatever she had dreamed of was now nothing more than an anecdote in the back of her mind.

The whirlwinds of steam with lavender loosened the feeling that had constricted her chest so strongly when she had woken up, the vanilla washing the sweat off her skin leaving trails of bubbles over her legs as she rested them on the side of the tub. If it hadn’t been for Casita dropping an empty bottle of conditioner in her head she would have fallen asleep smothered to death by the bubbles. Sitting more straight in it her hand shot up to rub the spot where it had fallen glaring at the shelf which simply moved up and down, yes, an inanimate object had just shrugged at her, the cheek. The magical house was telling her that it was about time to shower and get a move on, everyone would be waking up soon. Ten minutes later she was wrapped in a fluffy robe and walking out towards her bed to tidy it up as her body and hair dried. Something in the back of her mind was telling her that today she had to go out, that today for some reason she should do her rounds or go take a walk, anything, but she was meant to be outside. Although she didn’t feel like having to face the town alone, Luisa had been teaching her to say no in a subtle way, to not be too forward or rude, but maybe today she could do it on her own, give it a try, and so she moved from the bed towards her wardrobe opening its doors. Ever since the sleepover her entire closet had gone from the same style dresses to several different kinds of clothes, all made by the expert hands of her youngest nieta and her gifted father. Her own fingers traced the fabrics, she was so used to the same sort of thing that having to choose what to wear every morning was a foreign feeling. Nothing too revealing, she now owned a couple of blouses that were low cut and a skirt that finished around the knee; according to the girls they were for summer or heatwaves, but she didn’t buy it, not that she minded too much, they were beautiful and she might have a chance of wearing them someday for a special someone.

The idea of doing something so impossibly naughty as to show a bit of cleavage and her calves made her giggle like a teenage girl. Madre mía, le ha dado fuerte. Finally she shook the idea out of her head returning to her serious calm demeanour and selected a soft orchid coloured shirt with a cascade collar and butterfly shaped lace and a dark magenta skirt with three black ruffles at the bottom. Inside the wardrobe underneath the dresses were several new alpargatas that Camilo and Bruno had bought her in the last few days; quickly getting dressed and selecting the ones furthest on the right, a gorgeous pair of turquoise ones she tied them while on her way down the stairs, careful not to fall and roll out into the hallway like a human ball. Before opening the door she grabbed her butterfly clip that held her keys and watches from where it rested on a little table and put it on the waistband of her dress. Now she was ready to head downstairs and have some breakfast.

The house was quiet, apparently everyone else was still in bed or in the process of waking up, no one came out of their rooms as she walked past them towards the stairs. Pedro’s portrait hung from the wall in the same spot, like everyday, but the way the sun shone over it made it seem like it was alive, bringing out the pink tones of his skin. Buenos dias amor, Alma greeted the painting brushing her fingers lovingly over his cheek before continuing her way towards the kitchen. It felt nice to look at him in this new light of not feeling guilty over his death, of not feeling like she was replacing him because she was starting to fall for another man that even though she had been the one to decide not to see, she found she missed terribly. She hadn’t gone so much as a day without having him over, three days felt more like a punishment than a very much needed time to think. Crossing the threshold of the kitchen she smiled at the smell of freshly made coffee.

-Buenos días, mamá. What are you doing up so early? On Saturdays you normally sleep in a bit more. - Julieta greeted her mother from her spot in front of the stove as she made some eggs and warmed some arepas for herself and Agustín.

-Woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, you know. It’s… - she picked up her watch to have a look at the time. Eight o’clock, that was a normal hour to get up, maybe even a bit late for Alma, she was usually up and about around seven each single day. - not that early, the children should be waking up soon.

-Do you want me to make you something or would you rather wait for them?

-Un café me vendría bien para despertarme. I shouldn't take baths in the morning, they relax me too much.

-You’ve been saying that for fifty years and you still take them. ¿Azúcar?

-No, lo quiero solo. And what are you two planning on doing today? It’s your free day this week.

-Juli and I want to spend some time with the girls so we are going fishing down by the lake. - Agustín took a sip from his own cup flashing a radiant smile towards his wife. Poor man, Alma had made his life miserable when he had been young and started courting her daughter, but it had all worked out for the couple in the end. She was glad they had defied her and got married, not even Alma could have found a better man for her Julieta and he had given her three beautiful miracles that she loved as much as if they were her own, in a way they were. He had done a very good job and worked hard to become a Madrigal each day. - Isa has enough flowers to look around and Luisa loves to swim there, so we are all happy.

-Wonderful idea. It’s a shame you can’t share it with Pepa and the children but Camilo works today with Señor Gutierrez at the grocers and Antonio wanted to go with Dolores to church.

-He’s a little devil our Camilo but works so hard, I think I’ll give him some sandwiches to take with him later. Here you go, un café solo. Are you sure you don’t want anything else?

-I’ll be heading to town in a minute, corazón, so I’ll just have something to eat while I’m out.

-On your own? Don’t you want Luisa to go with you? - they knew of course that she wasn’t helpless, for God's sake she had survived a war and the beginning of an entire town, a walk wasn’t about to force her into manual labour for three weeks straight, but they were still worried, it was so hard for Alma, she struggled so much with saying no.

-I’ll be fine, I can always use my temper to get away from them. Do you know if Pepa will be heading for the crops today? I heard that they were having some problems with the corn.

-She didn’t mention it, so I don’t think so.

The kitchen fell into a comfortable silence as everyone enjoyed their coffees, Julieta preparing with great care several sandwiches along with some chopped fruit for Camilo. It was true, he was a little devil, always playing pranks and getting on their nerves, but he made himself lovable and worked as hard as Luisa did, just not as often. He was a very independent boy but there was a small thorn in Alma’s heart; she didn’t know how to connect with him, to have a relationship like the one she had with the girls. It made her feel like she was unconsciously pushing him aside just because she didn’t know what to do. She had had the same problem with Bruno when he had been little. It had been so hard trying to figure out what to do with him when Pepa and Julieta were out but it had somehow worked out in the end, right? On this warm day her hair was already drying into soft waves and short curls that framed her face, her eyes glued to her coffee watching how the dark liquid moved around the glass before picking the cup and taking a sip. What a wonderful taste the bittersweet flavour the coffee beans created and how wonderful it felt to have it pass down the throat warming up her body in tender waves as she took each sip. This was a gift from God, it had to be. Soon enough the cup was empty and her previously tired and lazy body was now functioning just fine.

She stood and placed it on the sink and was about to turn and leave when an image of her daughter with a knife pierced through her chest lying lifeless on the ground with Agustín oozing blood out of a deep wound on his neck, his face resting over his wife’s abdomen flashed before her eyes. In the blink of an eye it was gone but the silent jumpscare it had caused Alma was very much there, a hand on her chest to even out her breathing. She had no idea where it had come from but a feeling told her that it had to do with the nightmare. Was she remembering it? Quickly she turned her head. Julieta was now preparing the dough for some arepas in one bowl and buñuelos in another talking softly with her spouse. She was fine, there was no blood or weapons, she was fine. Instead of heading out once her heart rate had returned to normal she headed for her daughter, grabbed her face between her hands and kissed her cheek.

-Please, be careful down by the lake, accidents can happen - she stole a glance at Agustín. - as you both know very well.

-Don’t worry, the only one who’s going to get hurt is going to be Agustín, it’s impossible for him to go a day without an injury.

-Well, listen here young man, - her index finger was now pointing at his chest, her eyes glued to his and although she was trying to look stern she was happy he was fine as well. - you better not get hurt today or I’ll make sure my chancla gets stuck to your bottom. Understood?

-Si, mamá. I’ll try my best.

With a sharp nod she headed for the door but not without placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him another quick kiss on the cheek first. With her back turned she didn’t see the look of utter bewilderment and confusion Agustín was giving Juli nor the way she shrugged her shoulders with raised eyebrows. They knew Alma’s love language was physical contact and they weren’t complete strangers to her kisses, but they sure weren’t expecting her to just out of the blue show that she was worried for them by giving each a kiss; Julieta didn’t think she had ever seen her mother be affectionate towards Agustín in like… never. They had been to the lake many times, more than they had been to any other place in the Encanto, but today Alma had worried over them both and they weren’t about to complain if it made her feel better to know they would be extra careful.

Casita’s front door opened wide as soon as Alma set foot back into the courtyard letting the gentle morning breeze ruffle the leaves of the flowers that decorated the pillars and beams of the house, the sun bathing its tiles and the hem of Alma’s skirt. The sounds of birds had been rather drowned in her room by the walls but now they could be heard loud and clear, inviting her to escape her mundane life and join them in the free nature of the forest, the fields, the lake. There was no need for a shawl but this was the only thing she would never ever give up, she could let go of her clothes, she could invite strangers into her house, but she would never take her ring off or leave her black shawl at home when she was going into town. Grabbing it from the rack it was laid swiftly over her shoulders. Stepping out into the stairs she closed her eyes as the tender heat of the sun enfolded her being, the smell of autumn filling her lungs with fresh tones of pumpkin and distant rain. She loved autumn, it wasn’t stifling hot but it wasn’t freezing either and the amount of weird looking bugs was way less than during spring; the flowers had stopped blooming a long time ago, but you could always count on Isabela to find perfect plants for this time of the year to decorate the town and give it a lovely atmosphere to walk around in. She had barely lifted her foot when Casita forced her inside. Giving the house a stern look she waited with her hands on her hips for some sort of explanation but the only thing that came was a turquoise ribbon that she quickly picked up from the table. It always knew what to give her before she left, always the attentive magical house. As a thank you she patted the doorframe finally stepping on the dirty path that connected them with the main street. Lazily she started walking while braiding her almost dry hair looking up at the sky enjoying the sight of pure cyan mixed with small translucent clouds at the top of some of the mountains, white hawks dancing far away from her like small pearls that soared in the air.

What was she going to do while in town, no idea. Maybe she could get some wool with which to start teaching Luisa how to knit, yes, that was a great idea and maybe she could get some new books for Dolores, she had helped the old librarian put them away a week ago; she had several ideas of what titles to get her. She crossed the bridge looking at some ducks floating calmly over the water letting the current move them from one side to the other, Alma’s fingers tying the ribbon at the end of her braid. A calm relaxing morning, something she hadn’t had in a very long time. When she got to town it was quiet, only a few people were out cleaning their windows or heading for the plaza, quiet hellos and waves of hands greeting Alma along with a couple of raised eyebrows by the way she was dressed. Not everyone approved of her getting a bit more modernised by her family. The mural stood proudly in one of the streets that connected with the plaza; small differences had been painted at her request a few months prior: Bruno no longer had a scornful glare, he smiled along with his sisters a small tiny rat on his shoulder as he held a vision of Mirabel with her doorknob. Both Felix and Agustín had been added next to their wives and each of the grandchildren, including Mirabel, sported proudly a bit of themselves and their gift; Isa wore her new dress and instead of roses she had cacti around her, Antonio was holding a baby capybara that after great discussion had been baptised as Albondigo, Mirabel held a golden butterfly in between her sisters. Alma didn’t want the girl to feel excluded no more, she had never meant to, but now she could show her properly that this was her family and they loved her dearly.

Upon entering the plaza her body froze. Standing just outside the fabrics shop was Mariano. Should she turn around and wait until he left? Through the window of the shop she saw Rosa chatting with Elena, the owner, while handing her some thread and a couple bits of lace. She had forbidden him to see her, Rosa had made it very clear to both Dolores and Mariano that he couldn’t see Alma at all, that all hell would break loose if he did, but how could she stay away? He had trimmed his beard and instead of his usual white guayabera he was wearing a light blue one, his wavy brunette hair casting chocolate highlights, some strands shining golden under the direct sun. He was looking at nothing in particular, he seemed lost in thought, almost sad, his eyes certainly looked like they had cried not long ago. Her heart clenched at the sight, her chest heavy; she hoped this wasn’t her fault but given her luck recently she was quite certain it was. The logical part of her brain was screaming at her to let it go, to just leave and preserve some sort of pride, but the other half that also shared thoughts with her heart told her in big neon letters to screw it. And so she did. She held her shawl tightly in her hands, her feet carrying her towards him passing by the fountain. Since she wasn’t wearing her usual high heels he didn’t see her coming, his vision suddenly being clouded by the hem of a magenta skirt he had never seen before.

He lifted his head not taking in the figure of whoever was in front of him until he was face to face with her, eyes wide as saucers. She wasn’t sure what to say, being this close to him once more, to see his face after three horrible days of thinking, of going back and forth over the same issue at all times, it was the best thing that had happened to her. His eyes roamed her body, exploring quietly but not in a lustful way, they held a simple and pure veil of adoration in them. The sun was right behind her, just peeking from over the roof of one of the houses making it look as if a soft halo of goldens and oranges had just formed around her head, big expressive eyes smiling at him like he had never seen before, the small freckles that decorated her skin accentuated by the new colours she was wearing, some short strands of silver and brown hair framing her face swaying softly with the breeze. This was what he had always thought angels looked like. Alma’s fingers played with her sleeves casting a downward look, she didn’t want him to see how nervous she was; she knew she shouldn’t be, but he always made her feel anxious, as if she had swallowed thousands of bees and butterflies.

-Hola.

-Hola. - neither of them knew what else to say, should they talk about how she had refused to see him for three days? Or were they supposed to mention Rosa’s ban? Either way they remained silent for a couple more minutes looking away every time their eyes met. If they wanted to talk they had to do it now, before Rosa came out and murdered them right on the spot.

-Yo… I better go, abuela wanted me to get her some milhojas from the bakers and… well… Nos vemos.

-Don’t! - she grabbed his sleeve just as he was about to turn and walk away. No running away, not anymore. - Don’t go. Stay, please.

-Why? You don’t want me around, I suppose that it's better this way.

-I don’t… Yo… I do want you around.

-Then why did you stay away? It wasn’t one morning Alma, it was three whole days that I went by without a single word from you. You promised that we would talk with my abuela, but you were nowhere to be found, Dolores had to come with me. - his fingers traced her knuckles as he tried to unhook her hand from his guayabera, but she wouldn’t let go. -Actions speak for themselves, Alma. I understand.

-But you don’t! I needed time to think, and so did you.

-I didn’t, I had everything extremely clear in my mind and I told you. You are the one who has doubts, you are the one who keeps going from yes to no all the time. - the grasp she had on his clothes loosened at his words. He had grown tired of waiting, he had grown tired of her indecisive demeanour. She had him in front of him and at the same time she felt like she had lost him and as much as was trying to hold it together, it hurt, it hurt like hell, she didn’t want to see another man she loved slip through her fingers. He was silent for a few seconds but she didn’t say a word, she couldn't find what to say. His face fell. - It’s alright. I have to go, good day señora Madrigal.

Nothing could have been worse than hearing him walk away, his guayabera sliding out of her hand. The opportunity to tell him whether there was still any chance whatsoever of them getting together had slipped away when they had locked eyes and the only thing he had seen had been her unfocused chocolate pools. Alma still had her hand stretched towards him but she wasn’t seeing him, standing in front of her was but an illusion of the man she had been staring at a second ago. Blood was soaking through his shirt, eyes completely blank, skin sunken and pale, a trail of the red liquid escaping his nose. If anyone was talking she couldn’t hear, the world had suddenly fallen silent. When she blinked again he was closer, his bony fingers grabbing her forearms. “What makes you think I can love you?”. The voice was foreign to her, deep, dark and it seemed to hold a mocking tone. This wasn’t real, this isn’t real. Her head shook violently but when she opened her eyes he was ten feet away from her walking towards the bakers, his guayabera pristine and his body muscular and tall, gloriously alive. Once more that bloody nightmare had made an appearance preventing her from telling him just what he had wanted to hear. Ghosts of her worst fears making themselves known away from her sleep. She wasn’t going to stand aside this time, she was tired of running and letting fear take the reins of her life. If they were playing games, so could she. Her legs moved of their own, sprinting in his direction.

-NO! Mariano!

-What? I don’t want to argue if that’s - the next thing he knew Alma was grabbing his lapels and pulling him towards her. His lips crashed against hers drawing a sigh from them both, at last they felt at home, her mouth still holding the taste of the coffee she had just had. Mariano’s first reaction had been to freeze but when he realised this was happening he melted into her, his hands holding her against him at the waist. It wasn’t gentle at all, it was rough and needy but it calmed Alma’s screaming mind and forced him to accept that this wasn’t over, that they couldn’t part just like that. A few seconds later they separated gasping for air.

-Don’t leave me. I should have told you I needed time but I was angry at you for not telling me that you were sober, for having lied to my family, I was an emotional wreck and I just couldn’t deal with it all.

-If you had-

-Please, listen, just listen. I felt like I was a horrible person, that I had destroyed my life, my family, I wanted you and at the same time I didn’t because I thought I was replacing Pedro, but you are not him and that’s alright. You love me for me, and I can forgive you for not telling me the truth because you know what?

-What?

-I don't care. I’ve done everything posible to convince myself that we couldn’t be together, that this would end up being a disaster, but I know it was stupid to think that we can’t be anything but together. I spent three days without you and I thought I was going to go insane, but it was worth it because it made me open my eyes, it made me find myself. Dolores is not angry anymore, still hurt, but she’ll be fine, she wants us to be together.

-So are we done playing the cat and the mouse? Can we just start from scratch?

-Yes. - her hands moved from the lapels to the back of his neck pressing her forehead softly against his before pulling away. The smile she was giving him could light the entire country. -Hola, Mariano, I’m Alma and I think you already know that I lo-

-Mariano! - at the speed of light Alma suddenly found herself being pushed away from him by a pair of hands, stumbling backwards a couple of steps. Rosa had left the shop just a few minutes ago and when she had started searching for her nieto, her entire body had frozen in anger and disbelief at what her eyes were seeing; even after all they had been through, all the arguments and broken vases he had still defied her, his own abuela. The nerve of that boy! - What the hell do you think you are doing?! I told you to stay away from her!

-Abuela, please.

-No! Absolutely not! We are going home right now. - she grabbed his arm and had started pulling him away when she felt him fight against her grip freeing his arm in under a second. He placed himself in between her and Alma both his hands holding onto Alma’s shawl. Rosa was impossibly furious almost to the point that she was going to throw hands any minute. He was siding with her, after all the heartache he still had the balls to stand by Alma! The glare she gave to her could have been considered a weapon if she had dropped dead right there and then. - Mariano, I’m warning you, I won’t tolerate any more of this, so get your ass going. Now!

-Abuela, please, just listen, okay? You two are best friends, is really an entire lifetime so unimportant to you that you would lose what you two have because of something than neither of you have talked about?

-She’s nothing but a slut, a horrendous woman that took you to her bed when she knew perfectly that you are just a child! She disgusts me.

-Don’t you ever call her that! - this time it was Mariano’s turn to glare, a shadow of fear crossing Rosa’s eyes for just a second before she returned to her previous rage. This was getting worse by the minute but neither of them seemed to notice they were outside for everyone to hear and see. They were lucky no one had come by yet. With measured care Alma took a step towards her, Rosa’s eyes switching from her grandson to her.

-Rosa, I’m so sorry that it took me so long to talk with you.

-Do you honestly expect me to accept that excuse for an apology and to just drop it?

-Of course not, but then again I didn’t think you would treat Mariano like this either.

-Like what? My family is not as perfect as yours, we are not worshipped by the village or have gifts that make us important.

-Is that how you see us? My house fell over my nieta’s head, my son left because he knew just how upset I was going to be about his vision. We are far from perfect but we are facing our problems, Rosa, and actively trying to solve them. Have you ever thought of doing that? Some self reflecting?

-This is not about me! Don’t turn it around Alma, I know how you work.

-And have you ever seen me doing something for my own selfish gain? - she wanted to refute her, Rosa wanted so badly to tell her something, anything, but suddenly all her arguments, all her facts were gone, vanished in the blink of an eye. She just stood there with her mouth open as if she was trying to find words to say in her blank mind. - Rosa, what happened happened, and we can’t change it, but this isn’t just some childrens game. This has been going on for longer than either of us have known. Us sleeping together was just what we needed to open our eyes.

-But why him?! You have dozens upon dozens of men to choose from, why did it have to be my boy?

-There isn’t a reason, we didn’t decide to do this just because! We’ve been dancing around each other for years but we were just so stupid that we never saw it. It was going to happen Rosa, if it hadn’t been during the party it might have been another day, but this was going to happen.

-You are seventy five years old for God’s sake, why didn’t you think before letting your instincts run wild?!

-You just don’t want to see it, do you? I didn’t choose this! I didn’t point at him and though good, I’m going to shag him. I saw him and my mind simply understood that that was the right moment to finally make me realise that that something that had been there all this time was more than I had anticipated.

-No! This is wrong, what you both did… God, no!

-I love her abuela, - the steps he took towards her were cut short by Rosa raising her hand up in the air. She couldn’t hear this, she couldn’t stand there and simply let him tell her those outrageous words. - and nothing you do is going to stop me from feeling like this. We didn’t murder anyone, we simply let our hearts do what they’ve been wanting for years. Please, just try to understand that this isn’t lust, it’s love.

-Was it the same with Isabela and Dolores or you were just practising with them?

-Don’t go there Rosa, we’ve already talked about that enough. We’ve talked about this whole damned thing enough! I can’t tell you why we did it, I can’t make you understand just how hard this has been for the both of us. You have every right to be angry but don’t pay your frustrations on us.

-He tried to rape you in the kitchen! Was that something you wanted as well?! - just because she’s kept that part hidden doesn't mean she was not hurt about it. She wanted to forget it but as much as she tried it just would leave her. It had made her doubt herself more times than she could count, it had made her wonder if they could actually do this. What if he did it again? What if he lost his temper and didn’t let her go one day? Her confidence and trust had disappeared the instant the first tear had slid down her cheek that night, the memory had replayed itself too many times during these three days for her to go back to that dark place again.

-No, but I don’t want to fear him, I need to trust him, that’s why I haven’t talked with him for three days. I needed to see if I could believe him, if there might be a chance for the trust we once shared to be built again. We can move past that moment, I won’t forget it, but we can learn from it and move on.

-Move on?

-Yes, move on. Just think about it Rosa. It’s been there all along, all the signs, we just didn’t pay them enough attention. We started the wrong way, but it doesn’t mean we have to continue the same. It doesn’t have to hurt Rosa.

-I’m angry, that won’t go away by you speaking sweet words. I’ll never understand what made you think this can happen. You are so different.

-Not really. Rosa, - the woman’s basket was placed on the floor so Alma could take her hands. - we’ve been friends for longer than many in this town, I know you and you know me and I think it’s right that I tell you this. I love him, not as in, oh my God he’s so cute I love him, I mean as in I’m in love, madly. It doesn’t make sense, I know and it’s strange, weird even, definitely, but it’s there, and I won’t push it aside the same way I’ve been pushing everything else. I’ve changed but I’m still your stupid friend Alma, the one who chased you with a frog when we were eighteen because you had taken my favourite ribbon.

-I didn’t take it, I saw it laying around and I simply picked it up. The frog was nasty.

-It was. What I mean is that your feelings are valid, you can be mad at us, but it won’t change the fact that love is there and it can’t be ignored.

-Nothing I say will make a difference, will it? - both shook their heads. What was the point of screaming until her throat hurt, of destroying her house if they were going to do whatever they thought was right for them. This wasn’t about her, but she couldn’t help thinking that if she accepted, that if she tried her darndest to understand that she would be losing him. -I have a problem with you two being together; it’s not right, but my words won’t make you stop loving him and well, better you than any of those young girls that one day are with one boy and the next with another.

-Does that mean that you’ll let us see each other, abuela?

-I can’t stop you from growing up as much as I would love to, Mariano. I just hope that you haven’t made a mistake. I won’t give you my blessings, not yet at least, just keep a low profile and let me adjust and calm down. Don’t think I’m not angry, I could chop your heads off, but fighting will get us nowhere and I’ve already run out of things to throw at you.

-We’ll give you all the time you need and we’ll keep a low profile, the lowest we can manage as long as I don’t lose my best friend.

-I’ve helped you sneak Pedro in and out of your house, I was there when the triplets were born, you are not getting rid of me so easily.

-I’m glad. Cards and coffee next Tuesday?

-Not yet. I’ll go to Casita when I’m ready.

The tension was slowly dissipating but the uneasy feeling that this was wrong wouldn’t leave Rosa’s mind. She was glad her friend was in love, really, but she didn’t like that it was with her grandson, it was just weird. She had read and heard stories of older women that got with younger men but they weren’t past the sixty mark and hadn’t been to her wedding or the christening of her nieto. This wasn’t going to be easy for her seeing them grow closer, holding hands, sharing kisses, but there was nothing she could do. Mariano’s hand twitched in the need to be close to Alma again but he hid it well, there wasn’t need for any more words even if Alma really wanted to tell her that she needed her, her best friend. Picking up her basket from the floor Rosa sighed and bid them a good day heading for the bakers. Once more they stood alone in the plaza.

-That went way better than I had expected. I thought she was going to kill us.

-She still might, we’ll have to be careful until she comes round.

-Do you think she will?

Finally his hand connected with hers, fingers intertwined, their feet starting to move, taking them through streets and alleys with no real destination. When she had woken up she hadn’t understood why she had felt that overwhelming need to escape the house and go out but with Mariano by her side now as they strolled over a path near the woods she began to think that destiny might be playing cupid with them. There were still some fireflies jumping from leaf to leaf and a couple of small little bees starting their day a bit later than usual when they passed Osvaldo’s donkey farm.

-In the end, yes. She didn’t like Pedro at first and you are her grandson, she’s trying to protect you, you are her boy, the only family she has left. Can you blame her?

-She didn’t need to call you names to get the message through though.

-I never said this would be easy or clean.

-We haven’t actually decided on what this is, who we are to each other. - In between the trees the droplets of water cast rainbows above their heads, the toucans screaming perched on the branches. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed this little bit of paradise.

-I like the idea of us being a couple and you being my partner.

-Not your boyfriend?

-I’m far too old for boyfriends. That makes me think of mamá looking out the window while twenty of my friends chaperone us. Partner seems more distinguished.

-Anything you say, caramelito.

-Please, don’t use that while we are hanging out with my family or they’ll take it upon themselves to use it all the time the same way they use Brunito. OH! Mariano!

-What? - instead of continuing their walk towards the fields she pulled him back into town not bothering to greet her neighbours as they passed them. It had barely been ten minutes since they had left and the square was already booming with life.

-I forgot I was going to buy some wool for Luisa and some books for Dolores. Sorry to have to cut our walk a little bit short.

-Doesn’t matter, just don’t scream like that again please, I thought you had seen a snake or a giant spider. Ugh.

-Perdón, I promise I’ll try. - they had barely reached the fountain when she let go of his hand looking at the floor while playing with her fingers. She didn’t want to leave him, not now that they had finally found each other, but her chores would bore him and she didn’t want that to be the beginning of their relationship - If you have something to do I won’t keep you.

-As a matter of fact I do. Be with you, and in my most humble opinion that is something extremely important.

-Are you sure? It’s bound to be boring and-

-Lead the way.

-Alright. - no one thought it strange when she took his arm on their way to the old bookshop in the corner of the square, they had seen them do that so many times they actually considered it odd when they weren’t touching somehow. - I was thinking we could check on Camilo while we are at it; I want to have a better relationship with him but I don’t know how and since you were a teenage boy once…

-Perfect idea, I’ll help you two become the best of friends, leave it to me. By the way, I was too busy before to tell you how incredibly beautiful you look. Even your blush seems to fit with the colour scheme. I hope this new style of yours is here to stay, you know how much I love your long hair.

Her entire face had turned a rich shade of pink, her head turned away to try and hide it but it only earned her a laugh, a wonderful happy laugh from him. In the back of her mind far away from her thoughts the nightmare was getting smaller, the flashes of death she had had during the day vanishing as if they had never happened, as if the world right now resolved only around them and which book to get for her nieta

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La Canción de Mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 54: Forever Kind of Love

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Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Overall Fic Rating: Explicit (for smut)

Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Natalia Moreno (Original Female Character)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal Natalia Moreno, Original Characters, Félix Madrigal, Agustín Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal, Camilo Madrigal, Antonio Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal, Julieta Madrigal, "Abuela" Alma Madrigal

Chapter Summary: Natalia and Bruno celebrate their wedding anniversary.

Chapter Warnings: This chapter contains NSFW content! I have put "*************************" at the beginning and end of the adult section of this chapter to mark it in case anyone would prefer to skip those type of sections.

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It was the middle of the night at the casita and Natalia and Bruno were fast asleep in bed.

Bruno stirred a bit, still in a state between being asleep and awake, but he was certain he felt something poking at his arm.

“Daddy?” He heard a small voice say, and he opened his eyes.

He saw Emilia standing beside the bed holding her stuffed búho, her eyes teary.

“Mi amor, are you okay?“ Bruno asked her as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“I had a bad dream.” Emilia said shakily, a pouty frown on her face. “Can I sleep next to you and Mommy?”

"Of course you can.” Bruno said softly.

Bruno scooted over a bit and Emilia flew up and landed gently in between her parents.

Natalia turned over, woken up by the movement and sounds beside her.

“Hi sweetie, are you okay?” Natalia asked Emilia in a soft, sleepy voice.

“She had a bad dream.” Bruno informed her.

“Aww, sweet pea.” Natalia said, kissing Emilia on the top of her head and helping place the blanket over her. “The bad dream is over now, we’re here.”

“It was really scary.” Emilia said. “A big scary purple monster was trying to eat me and Leo and Lulu.”

Bruno put his arm around Emilia to comfort her and she snuggled up into the crook of his shoulder.

“No big scary purple monsters here, mijita.” Bruno whispered assuringly. “You, Leo, and Lulu are all safe. We promise.”

“Try to go back to sleep now, my love.” Natalia said, running her fingers gently through Emilia’s hair.

Cuddled up snugly against her father, Emilia fell asleep quickly.

“Poor thing.” Natalia whispered to Bruno with a sympathetic smile. “Scary monster dreams are no joke when you’re five.”

Bruno kissed the top of Emilia’s head.

“Monster protection is all part of the job.” He replied with a smile.

Natalia smiled back at him, looking lovingly at the sweet scene of Emilia cuddled up with her dad.

Natalia and Bruno fell back asleep, and a few hours later Natalia woke back up to get ready for work. Emilia had moved in her sleep and was now curled up on her side in the center of the bed.

Natalia scooped Emilia and her stuffed owl up and got her tucked back into her own bed in her room, giving her a kiss on her cheek before leaving to get ready for the day.

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Natalia was excited all day, because tonight Bruno had planned a date night for the two of them. It was their wedding anniversary and they always took time to enjoy an evening just the two of them on that day every year. Natalia got through her shift at the bakery and then headed home.

When she walked through the door of the casita she found the house to be surprisingly quiet, save for some faint noise coming from the back. She headed to the source of the noise, the backyard, and found her husband and children playing catch in the backyard with Camilo, Luisa, and Mirabel. They were throwing around a bouncy ball, with lots of laughter and chaos ensuing.

Natalia smiled as she watched Emilia zooming through the air, catching the ball no matter where it was thrown and throwing it back from the skies. Emilia had grown accustomed to her gift of flight very quickly, becoming much better at managing her speed and trajectory while flying in a short amount of time. When she spotted her mother out of the corner of her eye, she flew over to her quickly and crashed into her for a hug.

Natalia laughed as her daughter knocked the wind out of her lungs, hugging her tightly. Emilia landed on the ground and smiled widely at her mother.

“Hola Mommy!”

“Hi sweetie!” Natalia exclaimed.

“Mama mama!” Luna cried, running as quickly as her little legs could take her towards Natalia.

Leo noticed the commotion and ran over excitedly towards his mother as well.

Natalia knelt down and Leo and Luna ran into her arms.

“Hello my babies!” She exclaimed joyfully.

Bruno smiled, watching the enormous grin on Natalia’s face as she hugged and kissed their children hello.

“Mama I caught a frog today!” Leo exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly. “He was in the front yard!”

“Qué fantástico amor!” Natalia exclaimed. “Tell me more about him!”

“He was green and so big!!” Leo responded.

“He was both green and big.” Bruno said with a chuckle, walking up and tousling Leo’s hair.

“Sounds like a great frog!” Natalia said. She then turned to her youngest daughter, picking a stray leaf off of her overalls. “And what did you see today Luna?”

“Flowers!” Luna exclaimed.

“That’s right Lulu!” Bruno responded proudly. “Luna picked some flowers today.”

“Her favorite were the daisies.” Emilia proclaimed.

“A very pretty flower!” Natalia said.

Natalia stood up and brushed off her pants.

“Hello my lovely nieces and nephew!” Natalia called out.

Luisa, Mirabel, and Camilo greeted her back, getting her caught up on the day’s events so far.

Emilia flew up and landed where she was sitting on Camilo’s shoulders, and he immediately held onto her ankles without so much as flinching.

“Are you sure you’re okay watching them tonight?” Natalia asked.

“Of course!” Mirabel replied, taking Luna's hand. “We have a whole fun night planned with them.”

"Luisa! Arriba!" Leo cried out, lifting up his arms.

Luisa laughed and picked up Leo with no effort at all, sitting him on her shoulder.

"See, ages two and half to five and they're already bored of their parents." Natalia joked.

“We’ve been hanging out with them all day, we just won’t have tío Bruno around dropping the ball every time it’s thrown to him. Too bad.” Camilo teased.

“I can’t argue with that, I never claimed to be an athlete.” Bruno laughed.

“Go on, go get ready for your night.” Luisa said. “We’ve got them.”

Bruno took Natalia’s hand as they walked up to their bedroom to get ready for their date.

When they entered through the door, Natalia turned around and gave Bruno a kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Happy anniversary, my handsome husband.” She said sweetly.

“Happy anniversary, my beautiful wife!”

“What time is our dinner reservation again?” Natalia asked.

“Six, we’ve still got plenty of time.”

They started to get ready, chatting and catching up about their days.

At one point the two of them accidentally bumped into each other and knocked a few items off of Natalia’s desk.

Bruno looked over at Natalia. He had been changing his clothes in a different part of the room so he hadn’t looked over at her for a few minutes. Her hair was now styled and her makeup was done, but she was still walking around in a fuzzy light blue house robe she had changed into while he was in the bathroom.

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When they’d bumped into each other, Bruno caught a glimpse of the fact that she had only a bra and panties under her robe. He looked at her and then back at the now mostly empty desk behind them, the gears turning in his head.

“Amor, would you indulge me in something?” Bruno said, his eyes now glowing green.

“Of course.” Natalia replied, instantly intrigued by the sight of him and the tone of his voice.

He took her face in his hands and kissed her, almost more intensely than her heart could handle in that moment. He was claiming her with this kiss, and she immediately wanted nothing more than to be his fully. They kissed without parting for several minutes, to the point where they felt their lips going numb. It was a beautiful sensation, and both of them couldn’t help but want more.

Bruno laid Natalia down on the now cleared desk and she began to unbutton his shirt, despite him having just put it on. His lips moved down to her neck and she felt like one big bundle of nerves, desperate with need for more and more of him.

Bruno carefully lifted Natalia’s torso up a bit so he could undo and slide off her robe, and immediately began kissing her newly bared skin. Natalia got his last button undone and Bruno helped her pull off his shirt. She kissed along his collarbone, feeling him sigh along her skin.

Bruno took a look at her, admiring the matching lacy red bra and panties set she was wearing for a few moments before removing anymore of her clothing.

“Dios mío Natalia, you’re perfection.” He sighed.

Natalia kissed him again in response and he worked on getting her bra unhooked, sliding it off of her and onto the floor. She gasped as he kissed along her breasts and gently pulled on one of her nipples with his teeth.

“Beautiful, so beautiful–“ He murmured into her chest.

“Bruno baby, kiss me again–“ Natalia pleaded.

He immediately heeded her request, and while their lips met again he began unzipping the fly on his pants. Natalia followed suit, sliding her panties down and off.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy–“ She breathed out.

“I have always wanted to fuck you on this desk, mi bella.” He groaned in her ear as he climbed on top of her, making her entire body flush with excitement.

Without taking off his pants entirely for the sake of time, Bruno took his erection out from his boxers and slid inside of Natalia slowly.

She gasped at his entry, how unbelievably good he felt inside of her. He moved into her deeply and intensely, making her head spin.

“Bruno, Bruno, oh god–“ She cried out as he buried his face into her shoulder.

The sounds he made as he moved in and out of her were driving her wild. She ran her nails down his back, not caring one bit if she left a mark the next day.

His lips found hers again, their kisses hot and messy as he continued to ravage her.

Their lips parted and Bruno ran his hands along Natalia’s breasts, stabilizing them as they bounced with his thrusts.

“God yes baby, yes yes yes–“ Natalia moaned, throwing her head back.

“Shit, I’m coming, I’m–.” Bruno groaned.

Natalia was so dizzy with stimulation that couldn’t even find the words to respond.

Their foreheads touched and they took in this moment as long as they could, panting heavily.

“That was….you are incredible, Natalia.” Bruno said.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You are incredible.”

He leaned down to kiss her again, and she exhaled contentedly.

“I swear I have a much more…romantic plan for our night.” Bruno said with a chuckle. “It wasn’t just my plan to get you into bed. Or….onto desk I guess?”

“Oh, so you did plan this though, huh?” Natalia teased, grinning widely.

“No! I mean I–“

She stopped him with another kiss, giggling into his lips.

“I’m just teasing. This was insanely fun and very hot. We can still go and have the romantic evening you had planned.”

They looked around the room together and both started to laugh.

“Let’s get this room picked up first though and then get and actually stay dressed this time though, yes?” Natalia said.

“That’s probably a good idea, yes.”

“Hey.” Natalia said a few minutes later. as they were picking up the items that had fallen from the desk.

Bruno looked up at her curiously.

“I will indulge you any time.”

Bruno beamed at her, his heart going wild in his chest.

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Bruno and Natalia enjoyed their anniversary dinner, and left the restaurant hand in hand.

As they walked out onto the streets of the Encanto, a sudden rainstorm began in the skies above them. Buckets of rain fell on the two of them nearly instantly, drenching them both in a matter of seconds.

Natalia let out a mix of a screech and laughter, both of them starting to crack up as they figured out their next move.

“The bakery’s close, come on!” Natalia exclaimed, pulling Bruno by the hand.

They ran down the streets of the Encanto, getting to the the bakery quickly. Natalia unlocked the door and they got inside, soaked to the bone.

They were both panting and laughing as they collected themselves in the bakery’s entryway. They quickly headed upstairs to the bathroom to not get too much of the bakery’s floor wet.

“That was fun!” Natalia said as she caught her breath, wiping some smudged makeup from under her eyes. “I’m freezing now though. Looks like I’ll need some help…warming up.”

Bruno grinned at her, walking towards her slowly.

“You know, we can’t keep these wet clothes on.” He began, his voice smooth. “We’ll catch our death of cold.”

Natalia pressed her wet chest onto his, her soaked dress leaving very little to his imagination at this point.

“We can’t have that, of course.” Natalia cooed.

Bruno chuckled as he pulled down each of Natalia’s dress straps, kissing her shoulders as he went. Natalia followed suit, unbuttoning Bruno’s shirt for the second time that evening.

Bruno peeled her wet dress down, revealing her lacy red bra to him again. He squeezed her breasts through her lingerie, relishing in the feeling of her wet skin on his fingertips. Natalia sighed, quickly unhooking her bra and threw it aside. Bruno leaned down and kissed along her breasts, and she ran her fingers through his damp curls.

“How about a warm bath?” Natalia said softly.

“Perfect.” Bruno murmured as he kissed along her collarbone.

Natalia turned on the faucet and while the bath filled up the room filled with steam, warming up their chilled skin. She stopped the water and turned back towards Bruno.

Bruno pulled her in for a kiss, helping her pull down her panties in the process. He lifted her up onto the bathroom counter, kissing her for another moment before leaning down and opening her legs. She leaned back on the mirror as Bruno ran his fingers along her swollen center. Natalia gripped the edges of the counter, watching him as he pleasured her in the steamy, warm room.

He worked her expertly, leaving her crying out for him over and over again as she came, her thighs trembling around him.

Natalia leaned forward and pulled Bruno up to kiss her, biting down on his lower lip as they pulled apart.

“I can’t wait another second, fuck me right here.” Natalia whispered in his ear.

“As her majesty demands.” Bruno responded, making Natalia giggle as he quickly removed the lower half of his clothing. He helped her moved to the edge of the countertop and placed himself inside of her. She lifted up her legs and wrapped them around his back, resting her head back on the mirror as she moaned. After some time he leaned closer into her and she ran her hands everywhere she could–caressing his hair, his shoulders, his back. He thrust into her smoothly and skillfully, groaning in pleasure next to her ear.

After some time Bruno turned her around and bent her over the bathroom counter, sliding back into her from behind. She stabilized herself, resting her arms on the countertop as he re-established his rhythm.

Natalia looked up and caught a glimpse of their reflection in the mirror where the steam had dissipated a bit. Watching the look in Bruno’s glowing eyes, the way his shoulders and hips moved as he dominated her drove her absolutely wild. She was desperate for more of him, crying out his name over and over.

Bruno took her hair and lightly pulled on it with one hand, wrapping his other hand gently around her neck, making Natalia moan louder and louder. He felt pride as she cried out beneath him, his head swimming with need for her. Watching her back arch with her dark curls spread along her shoulders, he marveled in the sights and sounds in front of him.

“Fuck baby–” Natalia cried out, feeling Bruno’s hands move to grip tightly onto her waist. She reached back and covered one of his hands with hers, intertwining their fingers a bit.

She moved her hips back and forth, taking on some of the effort. Bruno moaned loudly, his breathing growing quicker by the second.

“Mierda–ah, ah–“ Bruno groaned as he reached his peak, punctuated by his wife’s contented cries.

He pulled out of her gently and kissed along her back before she turned around, nearly eating him alive with her kiss.

He moved her hair behind her shoulders and took her face in his hands. Natalia ran her hands along his chest, trying to touch as much of him as she could.

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“Te amo con todo lo que tengo.” Natalia sighed, her eyes still closed.

“Siempre te amaré.” Bruno whispered back to her, their lips still barely connected.

“Does that bath still sound good?” Natalia asked.

Bruno smiled warmly, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Sounds perfect.”

They enjoyed a warm, cozy bath together for a while, taking the time to talk, cuddle, and enjoy the rest of their evening just the two of them. They got changed into spare sets of clothes they kept at the bakery then checked to make sure the rain had stopped. It had, so they headed home, happy and relaxed.

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By the time they got home, it was late and the house was quiet. When they walked in, they noticed a small card on the entryway table. It read:

To: Mommy and Daddy

From: Emilia, Leo, and Luna

Natalia put her hand over her heart while they opened the card. The inside contained a drawing of Bruno, Natalia, and their children all holding hands in front of the casita. Also drawn in were various butterflies, hearts, and flowers. In shaky handwriting “Happy Anniversary Mommy & Daddy” was written across the top.

“Aww, Bruno look at this!!!” Natalia whispered loudly, her eyes teary.

“That’s lovely!” Bruno said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “They clearly worked hard on it, they did a great job!”

“Our sweet babies.” Natalia said softly, holding the card close to her. “Let’s go check on them before we head up to bed.”

They checked on Emilia in her room first, then on Leo and Luna in the nursery. They were happy to see all of their children were fast asleep, so they headed down the hall to go crawl into bed themselves.

They got ready for bed and then cuddled up beside one another, Natalia wrapping her arm around Bruno’s waist. Bruno kissed her lovingly on her forehead, sighing contentedly.

“Happy Anniversary, my love.” He said softly. “And to many, many more.”

“Happy Anniversary sweetheart.” Natalia whispered, cuddling into his chest. “To our forever.”

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 54:

-Casita: house -Búho: owl -Amor/mi amor: love/my love -Mijita: affectionate term for "my daughter" -Hola: hello -Qué fantástico: how fantastic -Arriba: up -Tío: uncle -Dios mío: my god -Mi bella: my beauty -Mierda: shit -Te amo con todo lo que tengo: I love you with everything I have -Siempre te amaré: I will always love you

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kinschi · 2 years

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I saw that you had recommended some encanto fanfics, may I reccomend you this julieta/agustín fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36475483

Ooooh nice!!! Thank you I'm gonna read it!!

#love me some julieta/agustín content #anon #ask #fanfic rec

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ringringimdeadhere · 2 years

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No but like, if they ever make the Encanto series they really need to explore more about Camilo and his own issues, very heavily (they need to compensate the lack of his character in the movie alright I dont make the rules)

And I think the best way to do it is by having him go through the transition of the new family dynamic after the movie and not knowing how to deal with it. (Yes the shapeshifter has trouble adapting to new stuff fight me)

He was always the smooth, relaxed, rebelious funny guy of the family Madrigal, and knew exactly how to imitate and copy everyone around him. He was the perfect chameleon ready to lighten the mood.

But now, everyone's personalities have shifted a lot, and he doesn’t know how to mimic them like before.

Luisa now relaxes a lot more, even goes to play and talk with the children of the village and making friends her age too. Isabela is now the rebellious of the family and goes around no longer as a model of perfection, but just as an adventurer ready to learn what many other plants could she create.

Dolores no longer feels pressured to be the one listening to all of the people's troubles and struggles, she can now focus on herself and on her new relationship with Mariano; she doesn’t really pays attention and just talks really smoothly and passionate with her amorcito. Mirabel went from outcast to towns favorite really quick, teaching them how to fix dresses and ruanas, how to make plushies and so on, she is now the beacon of the fun times for everyone.

Julieta and Pepa are more vocal now about their own emotions. Julieta now leaves the cooking to Agustín and then she adds the magical touch. Pepa's storms are actually manageable since she doesn’t bottle up her emotions anymore (Felix couldn't be more delighted about his love's new freedom).

Tío Bruno went from mysterious and terrifing to actual sweetheart, and its a whole new person Camilo hasn't seen enough about to actually know him.

He isn't the true copycat of anyone. everyone changed so quickly that everything he learned about their mannerisms and personalities doesn’t matter anymore.

Neither he is the most relaxed, the most rebellious, the smoothest or the funniest of the family Madrigal.

What exactly is he now?

Has he spend so much time learning about others interests and clicks, that he totally forgot to find his own unique self?

(If anyone has a fanfic about this or wants to write it Im begging send it straight to me so I can get some of that fan content por favor)

#camilo madrigal #encanto #disney #pls Im begging for a series #I would also add a little bit of genderfluid into this funky boi #but Im trying to stay realistic about which topics a show about encanto would cover #but my fanart will stay queer as hell #madrigal family #familia madrigal

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andrayuss · 2 years

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"caressing the other’s back" - julieta and agustin <3

Fandom: Encanto Pairing: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal Characters: Julieta Madrigal / Agustín Madrigal / Mirabel Madrigal Rating: G Words: 1356

The smell of something cooking filled Agustín's nose as soon as he opened the door when he got home from work. Tired and fatigued from dealing with his rambunctious school children all day, he let the scent of a home cooked meal lift his heavy feet off the ground and carry him towards the kitchen. There he found his youngest daughter stirring a mixture aggressively in a large pot.

"Hi, papá!" Mirabel exclaimed at his entrance, flashing him a toothy smile. "How were your students today?"

Agustín sat himself across from his daughter, careful not to let his briefcase get close to the mess she made on the table with flour. He sighed dramatically, dropping his head down on the soft leather. "Intriguing as always."

Mirabel raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you look so tired?"

"Because children are tiring but intriguing nonetheless." He muttered into the leather. “Word of advice, corazón: do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

“Mm, that’s more than one word.”

He sighed. "Where's your mother?"

Mirabel pointed to the window with her dirty wooden spoon. At his angle, Agustín could see that she had flour underneath her chin. "She's in the back getting some herbs from the garden. We're making bread and soup for dinner."

He hummed in agreement. "That sounds amazing. Anything I can do to help?"

Mirabel shook her head. "No. You look tired enough. You should let mamá and I handle it."

He didn't want to argue with that. As Mirabel made progress on the bread dough and told her father about the mundane events of her day, Agustín rested his eyes and listened to the sounds of the kitchen. Mirabel tried to be as quiet as she could while her father rested, but even she let out a grunt and groaned every now and then when her flimsy hands dropped something. She, unfortunately, got that trait from her father.

"Do we have enough herbs for the bread?" Mirabel's voice boomed across the kitchen. Julieta had returned from the garden with her hair tied back and her hands and pockets full of sage and thyme.

"Just enough for one loaf of garlic, herbs and cheese." Julieta announced, holding the greenery up to her daughter. When she noticed her husband sitting at the table, she walked up to him and pressed a kiss into his hair before moving to the sink to wash the herbs. "Would you grab the cheese from the fridge, please, Mira? I think it needs to be grated."

Mirabel dropped the dough she was kneading and skipped to the fridge. She looked through its contents and became unsatisfied with what she saw. "I think we're out of cheese, mamá. Want me to get a brick from the wine cellar?"

"Cheddar and mozzarella please!" Julieta hollered, and Mirabel vanished from the kitchen to scour the cellar. After she left, Agustín rose to his heavy feet and dragged himself to his wife. He stood behind her as she washed the fragile herbs, careful not to lose any of their precious contents.

"How was your day, mi amor?" Julieta asked, leaning back into her husband's frame. She set the clean herbs aside on a towel and began to pat them dry.

"Exhausting. I'm really excited to try your soup." He mumbled. Julieta picked up a clean spoon and scooped some of the simmering soup from the pot and held it out for Agustín, her hand poised underneath it to prevent any drips. Agustín blew on it before opening his mouth to try it. He smacked his lips together, letting the flavour cover his taste buds.

"Taste's good, but it's a little brothy." He commented. Julieta held up a string of thyme to his face.

"That's because the flavour is right here," she said. "Dinner will be ready in a little while. Why don't you lie down until then?"

Agustín agreed to that. He kissed his wife on the forehead and headed upstairs to their room where he kicked off his shoes, loosened his tie, and flopped onto the sheets.

When he woke later, the sun had set behind the mountains and his room was dark. It felt like he was asleep for hours. He slugged his legs off the side of the bed and stretched his arms. At least he felt more alive than he did earlier.

The house was quiet as he made his way through it. It sounded like his daughters were off playing with their cousins in the yard and he knew Pepa was with Félix at the library tonight. Abuela and Bruno were probably settling down for the night since they were the early birds of the family and his wife could be anywhere.

In the kitchen she left out a plate for him. A small pot of soup was waiting for him on the stove with a few slices of bread next to it. Agustín struck up the fire and waited for the pot to reheat, then poured it into a clean bowl and brought his dinner to the table. Just as he sat down to take his first bite, he heard the back door of the casita open followed by footsteps that lead to the kitchen.

Julieta poked her head around the corner, a smile creasing her face when she noticed her husband sitting alone at the table. "You're finally awake. I was beginning to worry about you."

"Mm-hm. It was a good nap," Agustín drawled, taking a sip of his soup. Julieta approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You still sound tired. Hopefully you'll have a good sleep tonight."

"That's the goal."

While he ate his soup, Julieta put on a pot of boiling water to make herself tea. She pulled some leaves out of her pocket and crushed them in her hand before dumping them into a bowl. She carefully poured the hot water over top, swirled it, then drained it into her cup. Without asking, she poured a second cup for Agustín and added one spoonful of sugar to it.

"Thank you," he said when she placed the mug in front of him. She pulled one of the dining room chairs up to him and sat so close their legs were touching underneath the table. Then, she reached up and began rubbing circles on his shoulders, lightly digging her thumbs into his skin through his shirt.

"Mira made you cookies while you were sleeping. She thought they might give you enough energy to deal with your kids at school tomorrow. They’re in the jar if you want some for dessert."

"Really? She did that for me?"

She nodded. Agustín beamed at his soup. "Well, isn't that sweet of her."

Julieta sipped her tea and continued rubbing her fingers along his shoulder. She slowly made her way down his back and let her fingers trail along Agustín's spine. Her fingers made a scratching motion in spots then smoothed over the surface with the palm of her hand. He shivered at her touch.

"Ay, mi vida. You always know how to make me feel better on the worst days." He breathed, arching back into her touch and letting his eyes close. Julieta smiled and continued her motions.

"I know you well, mi amor.” She replaced her scratching with a softer movement that started at the base of his neck and travelled down to the waistband of his trousers. “And ... I know there are other ways to make you feel better too."

Agustín choked on his spoonful of soup. He coughed aggressively to dislodge the contents from his windpipe which made Julieta chuckle at his reaction. When he finally regained his breath, he found himself laughing with her at her boldness, and their hysterical laughter filled the empty room.

"Alright. Dinner's over." Agustín threw his cutlery into his bowl and made quick work of dropping his dishes into the sink unceremoniously.

Julieta was still recovering from her fit of laughs. "Wait, you don't want to try one of Mira's cookies before bed?"

Agustín shook his head. "Not tonight. I'm having something sweeter instead."

#wheres the eye emoji when I need it #encanto #disney encanto #encanto 2021 #my fic #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #disney #julieta x agustin #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta and agustin #ok i cant remember if i've said it already but I HC that agustin is a primary school teacher and felix works at the library #like agustin with kids just makes sense amirite #sorry this was so late but enjoy some juli/agust after work mundane love!!

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limelocked · 2 years

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If you are willing to share, I would love it if you had any encanto fic recs?

okay so theres a few ive probably lost to time because heehoo forgot i was neither logged in nor that i cant track what fics ive put kudos on (at least as far as i know)

Sick with What We Owe Each Other by Capriciously_Terminal is a sickfic i didnt know was a sickfic until two chapters in, it does an amazing job with characterization honestly and has some Funky vibes later on that i love

Cuñado by MDJensen is a fic that (iirc) walker mentioned in a single tag and thats what it took for me to read it, i have nothing to defend myself i just like bruno and agustín being friends, sue me

The Mouse in the Walls by UC_Glue very obvious rec, i have some gripes with it but not enough to not recommending it, ratón our beloved <3

Growing Pains by Bending_Metal HONESTLY?! The Beloved. follows tiny triplets via brunos pov of how they grew up and their relationship with alma

Apiary by EtherealNyx need i say more than agustín loves his wife very much? fic about agustín falling in love with julieta

Glass Facade by rosewaterfish also tiny triplets growing up, i have a niche of fics i like and its seemingly bruno and tiny triplets exclusive. More graphic than growing pains and with more angst

Don't Shoot the Messenger by vedle bruno has a Time and someone might be getting murdered? im looking hard in its direction

where the dandylions play by Penstills now im not a huge papa bruno au reader, i was very hyped about the au when i first watched the movie but it died down mainly because i think the fics i first read in the au had bruno kinda out of character but in a slightly to the left way? anyways this is not that! single dad bruno was forced out of the encanto by now gone partner we dont speak about and its just very nice, bruno runs a magic shop :D

a house built on sand (rebuilt on solid stone) by Ford_Ye_Fiji bruno runs to shield mirabel when casita falls and is hurt, family reacts and bruno is struggling

Red Glass among the Green Emeralds by Fan_People_Anonymous only has one chapter and i read it today but im Very interested in what it has to offer in the future, mystery genre vibes rn

A Place to Hide by EvieNyx is the fist part of A Place Between the Walls which is a nice 3 fic series with 1 chapter each where mirabel and bruno try to function around telling abuela about a not great vision

Landscape With the Fall of Icarus by archive_rat bruno has a nightmare about drowning, the family takes it as a prophesy, the fic is very knowledgably about rivers and water which i think is very sexy

Future Deja vu by Daantjie_fanatics short and single chapter, very cute dinner scene

His Mirabel by PrincessLuca22 pure fucking fluff, fic of how antonio sees mirabel with all the wonder and reverence only a kid can have for a 15 y/o

Loose Cannons by breakfastdemon bruno has fucked up visions (not the content but how they work) and its a problem; the fic. also the second ever place ive seen the word palimpsest be used and the other was dimension 20. very funky fic

theres two others i liked that i dont think is either of these but i also cant remember the name of, im also currently reading The Door No One Knocks On and while not being a huge fan of the mirabel runs away genre i do like it so far

#long post #encanto #fic rec

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Weird one but I kinda just want to see what the reaction would be: Julieta and Agustín getting caught having sex by their children. I just imagine it'd be so funny, awkward and uncomfortable. I don't know if you've seen That 70s Show, but I see it similar to when Eric walked in on his parents in that 😂

(No incest though, because eww)

Thank you for clarifying no incest- I don't do that shit here. And I've got rugrats at home, so I can attest that being able to have fun is. Complicated sometimes. Sure, let's do it!

"Augustín?"

Augustín rolled over on his side, and had snuggled behind his wife, embracing her. He was happy. A bit too much. He woke up with quite the case of morning wood, and he had pressed his hard on against her bare back. He didn't seem to realize it, given how distracted he was, giving his wife the kisses she deserved. It was still pretty early in the morning, so the lack of attention was reasonable.

"Morning amor...you're so pretty."

She shouldn't. But...well, she was absolutely a morning horny sort of person. She reached behind her, and pulled him out from his boxers, pressing the gerth against her own night time underwear.

"And you're horny, Augustín ~"

Augustín seemed to just realize this, making a confused hum in response. But upon realizing that he was being touched, he immediately went with the flow. Grinning, he kissed her cheek.

"And YOU aren't?"

They shared a chuckle, and a few kisses, with him moaning against her as she continued to touch him with her soft, little hands. His hands went from around her stomach, to slowly reaching up to her tits. They felt nice, being in his careful palms.

"We have some time before we have to get up. How do you want to do it?"

He hummed in thought, before groaning against her skin.

"Hhm...I'm not fully awake yet. But you are. You could sit on top of me...so I can see ese hermoso cuerpo."

"And just WHAT makes my body beautiful, Augustín?"

Oh she loved how he chuckled in her ear. Loved the way his thumbs rolled over her nipples.

"Everything. It's full, it's soft, it gave me the beautiful family I love so much. You're like bread."

"Warm and comforting?"

"I was going to say good enough to eat, maybe with butter, but yours is more romantic."

Oh that made her laugh. He was a stupid, heartfelt man. She rolled over, planting her hands on his chest to get him on his back. She took off her underwear, and cradled him, slowly rubbing her wet pussy against his hard cock.

"Ay Augustín. Te amo."

"I love you too. So much."

He took her hand to kiss the back of it, his mustache tickling her soft skin. She sank herself slowly down onto him, both sighing in content. It was hard to find the time to do these sort of things, so they cherished whenever they could. She started off slow, just how they liked it. His hands roamed to her thighs, giving them a decent squeeze.

"Augustín?"

"Si?"

"Cum inside this time, please?"

He chuckled as he looked up at her. He didn't have his glasses on, but she could tell he was still admiring her and her beauty.

"You want to be a mami again? So soon?"

She nodded, feeling that cock slide in and out of her as she moved. All these years of marriage, and the sex was still as exciting and pleasurable as it was from the start. She nodded, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, and covering her mouth a bit, trying to hide her blush and her grin.

"Maybe. No es mi culpa, my handsome husband gave me such beautiful daughters. I want more."

"You...might get that s-sooner than you think. Lo siento."

Augustín was already about to finish. She recalled when they were younger, he wouldn't last very long either. But that never mattered to her. She chuckled, looking at her husband with absolute adoration.

"You cum cuando quieras. When you finish, you can always use that pretty face of yours to help me."

Augustín, despite the fact that he was close to orgasm, snickered up at her, as if this man was somehow still shy around his loving wife.

"Let me guess- you want me to eat your ass?"

"Smart Papi~"

He was so close. He was throbbing. He was going to empty inside of her and-

"Breakfast train come-HOLY ASS!!!"

She immediately got off of him, grabbing the blanket to cover them both. They crossed their legs in almost shame, watching as a VERY uncomfortable set of sisters stood there, averting their gazes from their parents. Luisa was holding a tray, full of breakfast, while Mirabel was holding plates and napkins. Both of them were turned around however, Mirabel muttering how absolutely gross this was, and Luisa desperately trying to find SOMETHING to say.

"We are SO sorry- we just wanted to give you guys breakfast because you guys were working really hard and we appreciate you guys and we love you-"

Augustín sat up, keeping his legs crossed.

"I'm SO sorry- we didn't know you girls would be awake so early, it's SO sweet of you two-"

"Three,"

Butted Isabela, who was holding a lovely bouquet of flowers.

"I was following behind, I couldn't decide what color roses to use. Why is everyone being...?"

She trailed off, evaluating the situation.

"Oh. Should've done hard boiled eggs for breakfast."

"ISA!!!"

Both her sisters screamed at her, and Julieta sighed into her hand. Great, now today was going to be just this. Isabela shrugged.

"What-this situation is FUNNY. Because I wasn't involved in it. The trauma is hilarious. Minus you Luisa, ven aquí, cariño."

Isa let her put the tray down, before holding onto her bicep, and walking her downstairs in comfort. Mira stood there, uncomfortable, before putting what she was holding on the table, smacking her face against the door, and finally making it out. Augustín kept the blanket around him as he got up, calling down the hallway.

"IT'S A NATURAL PART OF LIFE, MIS NIÑAS! IT JUST MEANS I LOVE YOUR MAMI!"

"PA!!!"

Julieta groaned. Maybe another kid could wait, just for a while.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #fucking rip Luisa #her and mira need therapy #but she REALLY needs it #yes shes an adult and knows about sex #but someone hug her PLS

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I was in some desperate need of some Julieta/Agustín & Pepa/Félix wholesome content. Some angst may happen in a later chapter but nothing too dramatic. I love them too much to truly pull them apart and hurt them or have them hurt each other.

I’d walk a thousand miles (just to see you)

Ch 1 Julieta/Agustín (Ch 2 will be Pepa/Félix)

Also on Ao3

Notes: I love the fic Tiles on the Roof by @avatarvyakara and this was very much inspired by that fic!! There’s a few hc they use that I wanted to play with so I started this. This is not a part of the TotR series though but if you haven’t read it, definitely do asap!!!! It’s a favorite of mine.

Julieta is not like her sister, she enjoys being around people but not being the center of attention. She enjoys a loud fiesta and a good salsa, but if given the choice she prefers spending time in her kitchen, cooking up old and new recipes or out in her garden, caring for her herbs.

Every morning after she has breakfast ready but before her mamá and hermanitos come down to eat, she spends some time in her garden, pulling weeds, checking on her herbs. She loves this time to herself. It helps her to focus on what needs to be done for the day.

It also occasionally gives her some time with one of her dear friends.

“Buenos días, Félix.” She says as she squats by a particularly sad looking herb. The sound behind her pauses and then she hears Félix chuckle as he jumps down beside her.

“Buenos días, Julieta, I was sure I would beat you out here this time.”

Julieta glances back at him and stands, wiping her hands on her apron, she glances up at her sister's balcony that Félix had just climbed down from and shakes her head.

“You’re going to have to make the weather princess wake up earlier to accomplish that.”

Félix laughs, “You and I both know that’s not happening.”

Julieta smiles and shakes her head. Félix has been a fixture in their life since they were preteens and he helped Bruno with some bullies. The triplets, who up to that point, really didn’t have friends outside of the three of them, practically adopted Félix into their circle. And although he was two years older than them, he didn’t seem to mind.

Now at twenty-three he was dating her hermana and spent many nights in her room, unbeknownst to their mamá. Although Julieta knew her mamá wasn’t that dense and probably had an idea what was happening under her roof. She adored Félix, the absolute charmer he was, and probably already had her middle child’s wedding planned.

“Would you like some breakfast? Mamá shouldn’t be down for another twenty minutes.” Julieta offers as she makes her way back through the garden.

“Absolutely.” Félix follows her inside and eyes the spread she has prepared for her family, “You’re too good to me,” he fixes a plate and sits to eat, moaning around his first bite, “Tell you what?” He says after swallowing, “Run away with me and I’ll give you lots of beautiful babies if you’ll promise to cook me breakfast every morning.”

Julieta laughs as she pulls her towel from her apron and swats him with it. She feels a blush crawl across her cheeks at his words even though he’s only teasing.

“And chance Pepa coming after the both of you with her lightning?” Bruno says, walking into the kitchen, “Trust me, amigo, it’s not pleasant.”

“Mmm.” Félix says in between bites, “You’re right. Besides there’s only one woman for me, and she’s that little spitfire you call hermana.”

Bruno tries to make himself a plate but Julieta uses the towel in her hands to swat at him.

“Ow!” She used a bit more snap with him then she did with Félix. Sister rights and all that.

“You know mamá likes to have family breakfast together.”

Bruno pouts and points his lips to Félix, “You let him eat.”

“Yeah because I caught him sneaking out of Pepa’s room and figured he needed breakfast before he started his day.”

Bruno shakes his head, “The day mamá catches you two is the day I will be far, far from here.”

Félix points his fork at Bruno, “You could help a brother out and have a vision to let us know if it happens.”

“Oh I don’t need to do that because it’s not if, just when. And my visions don’t give me dates so no point in wasting any of our time.”

Félix finishes his plate and carries it to the sink. He quickly cleans it and Julieta takes it from him, “Thank you again for breakfast.” He kisses her cheek and pats Bruno on the back, “See you both later.” And he skips out the back door just as their mamá steps into the kitchen.

“Was that Félix I heard?”

Julieta shares a look with Bruno before turning away from their mom to answer, she’s never been very good at lying but as long as she doesn’t have to make eye contact she can usually get away with little white lies. “Yes, he managed to hurt himself already and came by for a quick heal. He sends his apologies for interrupting our morning.”

“Next time tell him he’s welcome to stay for breakfast. I’m sure Pepa would have enjoyed seeing him.”

“Who?” Pepa has just walked in and looks exhausted as she braids her hair. Bruno widens his eyes and Julieta gives her the smallest shake of her head.

“Oh Félix was here, dear.” Alma presses a kiss to Pepa’s cheek and pats her other one, “You must have had a good night's rest, the sun is shining bright already.”

Pepa’s eyes go a bit dreamy as she hums, “Yes. It was a good night mamá.”

Julieta and Bruno both practically choke on their laughter and Pepa throws them a dirty look.

***

“Guess who?”

Julieta gasps at the voice and spins, dragging her sister who had been arm and arm with her, around too. Pepa cries out in protest but Julieta pays her no mind as her eyes land on Agustín Rojas. She hadn’t seen him in over seven months and she was bouncing in place as she looked him over. He looked taller. Much taller. And his hair was longer, the black ink of it looking so soft. She had to squeeze her hands together so she wouldn’t run her hands through it. The smile on his face was as wide as hers and he truly looked happy to see her.

“Well the city boy has returned.” Pepa says with a roll of her eyes.

Agustín chuckles, “Good to see you too Pepa.”

She raises her eyebrows, “I never said such a thing. You think you can just stroll back into town and steal my sister away for the summer?”

Julieta slaps at her sister, “Oh hush. When did you get back, Agustín?”

His cousin, Manuel approaches, “He literally got here, threw his bags in his room and was back out the door with barely an hola thrown our way. ‘That boy's city manners leaves much to be improved’ mamá said.”

“Agustín, you didn’t!” Julieta admonishes him and he sheepishly runs a hand through his hair.

“I may have. I’ll beg her forgiveness later.”

His hand brushes against hers and if it had been anyone else she would have paid it no mind but because it’s him, she shivers with the sensation, “May I?” He asks leaning closer and she nods, her eyes closing as his lips touch her cheek. She remembers how those lips felt on her own. And on her neck, her collarbone, her breast… her eyes snap open as he pulls back, greeting her sister in the same way.

“Mind if I join you ladies on your walk?”

“Yes.” Pepa says.

“Not at all.” Julieta says, hitting her sister, “Don’t you have somewhere to go?”

“No.” Pepa growls.

“I’m sure Félix wouldn’t mind a visit.” Julieta tries. She knows her sister is being purposely difficult. She doesn’t mind Agustín, she just doesn’t like how he occupies her time. Pepa isn’t used to not being the center of attention.

“Come on, Pepa, I’ll walk with you.” Manuel says, offering her his arm. Pepa huffs out a breath of annoyance but ignoring his arm, brushes past him to head in the opposite direction of her sister. Manuel glances back and winks at them as Julieta mouths a thank you

“Did you get my last letter?” Julieta asks as they walk past the florist and wave. She has her arm linked with his and she feels like she is floating although there’s a part of her that wants to find a dark corner and kiss the boy until they’re both breathless. If the looks he’s giving her tells her anything, he wants to do the same.

Last summer had been the first time they had taken their flirtation past secret kisses, and innocent hand touching. Last summer just before he was to return home she had visited him at his primos and the casa had been empty. An opportunity very rarely afforded them. They took full advantage of it and Julieta had left her virginity behind that evening.

“I did. I knew I would be coming to visit soon and so I thought my reply would be better in person.”

Julieta smiles up at him and his eyes linger on her lips as he lifts a hand to brush a flyaway hair from her cheek, “My memory does no justice to how beautiful you truly are.”

Julieta drops her chin down in embarrassment, they stop and he lifts her chin with a finger, his thumb brushing over the apple of her cheek, “Like your blush, I love how it brings out your freckles.”

“Stop.” She whispers in embarrassment but she’s equally pleased. She was afraid after finally having sex with her he might move on. Find someone in the city he could spend more time with instead of just a few short months of romance with her.

“Casita is empty.” She whispers, surprising even herself.

And so that's where they go, straight to her bedroom where she finally gets to run her fingers through his hair as his mouth moves over her chin and down her throat, nipping and sucking. Pulling moans from her as she does away with his shirt.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers against her skin.

She can only moan in response as his hands bunch up her skirt. Soon they’re both naked and he lays her back gently on the bed. Her eyes are wide as he brackets her in his arms, his lips find hers as he presses his length against her slit. Her fingers did not do him justice these months he’s been gone. Nothing could compare to how he feels moving against her, with her.

“Agustín.” She gasps against his mouth and he slides against her again, “Please.” And he pulls away to smile down at her. Her thumb brushes the corner of his mouth, “I’ve missed your smile.”

He nips at her thumb, his pupils wide with desire as he shifts and takes himself in his hand to line up at her entrance, “Are you sure, corazón?” He asks and she bites her lip as she nods. Soon he’s slowly pressing inside her and they both moan at the initial shock of the intrusion. Seven months was a long time, especially when they only were able to do it twice before he left.

He takes his time sliding in as they hold one another’s gaze. When he’s finally completely sheathed, she feels so full and there’s nothing, absolutely nothing in this world that can compare to it.

“Juli, I need to move.”

Julieta lifts her head and bites his bottom lip between her teeth causing his hips to jerk, “Yes.” She gasps and he pulls out till she only feels just the tip of him before he thrusts back in, and repeats the motion much faster this time. Julieta moves with him, lifting her legs to feel him slide even deeper and they both gasp at the sensation it causes, “This is all I’ve thought about since I left. All I could think about was getting back to you. Kissing you, talking to you…” He drops his forehead to hers, his eyes closed tight. “being inside you.” Julieta closes her eyes and lifts her hips. She can feel her climax building but she’s not sure she’ll make it before he does. She can already tell he’s close.

“So you know how I wrote to you about the new job?” He’s lightly dragging his finger over her bare arm and she smiles as she nods. The sensation of just his finger has goosebumps all over her body, “They won’t let me take off the entire summer.”

Julieta shifts as the words penetrate through her fog, “So, how much time did you get?”

His finger stops as he sighs and she shifts to turn so she can meet his gaze, “Only two weeks.”

Julieta sits up and grabs a sheet to cover herself, “Two weeks?” She whispers, her chest feels heavy with his words, “You didn’t think to tell me this earlier? Before?” And she points at her sheet covered body.

Agustin shifts to sit up, his eyes full of guilt. “I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you but I didn’t want to ruin our reunion.”

“You mean you wanted to get laid first before dropping this bomb in my lap.” She says and he flinches.

“No Julieta,” he reaches a hand to her arm but she pulls away, “No. I didn’t…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I just, I’ve missed you so much and …” he runs a hand through his hair, his hair that’s a complete mess from her own hands running through it while he thrusted inside of her again and again, “I guess I wanted a moment for us before I ruined it. Julieta, please.”

And as his voice breaks with those last words, she reaches for him and he willingly goes into her arms.

Tears drop from her eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, “Please don’t hate me.” He whispers.

Julieta shakes her head, because that’s not even possible. He’s been such a big part of her life the past five years and as they’ve grown to care for one another, she always knew heartbreak was in their future, especially as they’ve grown to be more than friends. But she’s always known, his life is in the city and hers is here in Encanto. She’s tried not to think what that means for them but often on those long nights when he’s gone, she’s cried herself to sleep knowing it can’t last.

“I could never hate you, Agustín, surely you know that.” She wraps her arms around his neck and he places his head on her chest, his own arms around her torso. She sighs, “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know.” He whispers.

He’s helping fasten the back of her dress when he brushes her hair aside and kisses the back of her neck then says the words she’s always dreamed of him saying, “Come with me.”

Julieta lifts her head and spins around, “What?” She realizes in that moment she’s also dreaded those same words.

“Come to the city with me? To visit.” He’s growing excited with the idea, his eyes dancing as he starts to truly imagine it, “You can meet my parents and I could show you around. There’s a park I know you would love and oh. My abuela, she’s going to absolutely love you. She has a herb garden like yours. You two could talk about herbs for hours.” He takes her hands between his, pure joy on his face at the idea, “Julieta please. Come back with me.”

“I… I don’t know. I’ve never left Encanto before.”

Agustín smiles, “We could go back before my two weeks are up, so we could spend the time together. My friends would get to meet you. They think I’ve made you up completely.”

“They do not.” She laughs.

“No, they do.” He shrugs and turns her back around so he can finish fastening her dress, “I mean, can you blame them, I talk about you all of the time but I have no pictures of you and I can’t tell them exactly where you live. They try to set me up with their neighbors and cousins and always joke “but you’ll have to get rid of h your made up girl.”

“They try to set you up? Do you…” Julieta has always been afraid to bring up if he dates outside of their summers together. She keeps her eyes down as she slides on her shoes and asks the question, “Do you have a girlfriend back in the city?”

Agustín is sitting on the bed, putting on his own shoes and has to reach to grab her arm and tug her between his legs. He looks up at her and lifts a hand to her face, “No.” he says and her heart beats faster at the admission, “It’s always been just you. There’s never been another and there never will be as long as you’ll have me.”

Julieta sighs happily at his words and runs her hands through his still messy hair, “But we go so long without seeing one another.”

His arms wrap around her waist and he tugs her closer. He lays his cheek on her chest and hums, “I would wait years for only one night with you if that’s how it had to be.”

“You’re such a romantic.” She teases but knows that’s one of the many reasons she loves him. “Did you bring Pepa any new romance books?”

“I did.”

She runs her hands through his hair for a bit longer as he holds her in silence and she thinks about what he asked her. Leaving the Encanto is not impossible. It’s not easy, but if one has permission from her mamá and the town elders then it’s not out of the question.

She’s never thought about leaving, she loves her home and is content in staying there. But maybe a short visit would be nice. She definitely would love meeting Agustin’s family and seeing all the places he talks about. See a bit of the world outside of hers.

“Okay.” She whispers, “I’ll go.”

Agustín pulls back with a jerk, his eyes wide, “Really?”

Julieta smiles down at him and nods.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta x agustín #pepa x félix #my writing

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