#poor agustín

[aurelia11fan]

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

Three out of Three

Julieta can’t lie

Agustín can’t stop talking

Alma needs a long vacation

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

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

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

“Mamá?! You startled me!”

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

“Fine! Fine! Really I’m fine!”

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

“I need to finish baking something.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you were looking for the sugar.”

Julieta’s eyes widened. Shit

“I need both.”

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

“Mamá, really. I can manage.”

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

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

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

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

“Mamá, what ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Agustín raised his hands in a show of innocence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agustín, look at me.”

“Señora.” he whispered.

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

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

“Marriage is my plan, I promise.”

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

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

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

“With your blessing, señora.”

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

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

Dios

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

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

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

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

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

His brown eyes seemed to wink back.

-End

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

[waitingonavision]

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

No worries, anon! 💙

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

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

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

…

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

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

[julietas-basil]

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

Heyy! No problem!

And please no julistín content is forbidden everything is accepted 😌

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"¡Gracias,mi Esposita! Buena trabajo!"

"¡Come Agustín!"

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

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

[poptartmochi]

sometimes I think of the original agustín that was going to be a storm sorcerer.... that guy is living such a peaceful life i just know it 😭

#but alas. i liked the green robes more than the blue ones 😢😢 #5000 years of agony for poor little gustino as a result 😔😔 #storm sorcerer agustín is the one that romances halsin 🍷 #sriracha.txt

[miracles-and-butterflies]

The Madrigals in pride flags!!!

Tumblr is a pain; I had to take off several over layers of embroidery and all the shading because the photo wouldn’t load otherwise. So apologies for poor colour. Anyways, here are the flags used:

Mirabel - Aroace (aromantic/asexual)

Isabela - Lesbian

Luisa - Lesbian

Agustín - Bisexual

Julieta - Asexual

Pepa - Polysexual

Félix - Bisexual

Dolores - Pansexual

Camilo - Gay and Trans

Antonio - your classic pride rainbow

#encanto #encanto fanart #my art #do not repost #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustín madrigal #félix madrigal

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Mirabel Birthday prompt: Mirabel watching as the entire family does a horrible job of acting normal while they plan a surprise party

🙂

Her family were terrible actors sometimes. For a family of people who were so good at hiding their feelings, thoughts and stress, they were terrible at hiding when they were planning something.

Mirabel could admit, that included her. When she was planning a surprise, she knew her giddiness hinted at something. But she couldn't help it! She just got so excited!

And so it went for the rest of her family. Her birthday was coming up, two weeks away now, and it was painfully obvious they were hiding something. Conversations stopped when she entered the room. Dolores squeaked frequently and refused to make eye-contact. Luisa giggled at random. Antonio kept giving her a beaming smile and asked her questions like, "Do you want a new dress?"

Yeah. Obvious.

The front doors opened and Casita suddenly rattled the floor, hastily pushing Mirabel towards Abuela.

"Ah, Mira!" Abuela's smile was a little too wide and she looked worriedly at the doors as Félix came running in, doing a poor job of hiding the armful of wrapping paper rolls in his arms, and a big bag of what looked like balloons. "Perhaps you could help me with something in town, amor?"

"Sure, Abuela," Mirabel said with an amused smirk. "What is it?"

Abuela plainly hadn't thought that far ahead. She gave an undignified, sputtering cough and quickly steered Mirabel towards the back doors. Casita rippled, hurrying them along. Mirabel could hear Agustín calling, "Pepa, did you get it?" and Pepa practically screaming back, "Keep your voice down, idiot!"

"How about we just take a walk instead?" Abuela said with a sigh. Laughing, Mirabel linked her arm with Abuela's.

Her family was obvious. So terribly, horribly, ridiculously obvious.

It was a good job she loved them so much. Anyone else would tease them mercilessly.

#answers #asks #prompts #happy birthday mirabel #mirabel madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #la casa madrigal #casita #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #pepa madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #madrigal family shenanigans #my writing #encanto #encanto fanfic

[gamerbearmira]

Monster Girl Mirabel Au! Centaur day

Poor Mirabel, she didn't understand what she has done wrong to make her Abuela so upset. All she wanted is to show her that she has a gift like others but in the end it make Abuela shock and told her parent to lock her in the house. They had a huge fight because of her. The little girl don't want this to happened, all she can do is curled up in her nursery room and listening the argument her parent and Abuela.

The sound of argument had quite down, someone enter her room and it was her Mami. Mirabel want to hug her but due to her new body, she doesn't know how to walk. Gladly her mother understood and lower down to hug her daughter. "Mami, what did I do wrong?" Hearing sad question from her confused daughter make her heart ache. "No, mariposa. You didn't do anything wrong." Julieta tried her best to cheer her daughter up. "But Abuela don't like my gift and everyone afraid of me. Am I bad daughter?"

Julieta so sad seeing her daughter going to cry. "You're not bad daughter. Sometimes unexpected thing happen in life. All we can do is learn to accept thing like... I remember the day when we got our first gift and we tried to understand what happen and what should we do. Well... Sometimes things not as good as we thought but we still learning to accept." Even though Julieta tried her best to explain her daughter, this was the only thing she could say.

"What if I done something wrong or worse... Everyone see me like what Abuela see me." Julieta know what her daughter mean, she remember the expression of her family when they first time saw Mirabel form. She never forget the face of shock, fear, confusion and most of all, the way Abuela tell her and her husband that they had to lock Mirabel in the house in fear and disgusted. She doesn't want her daughter felt as what they see her as just like her brother Bruno.

"Mirabel, it doesn't matter what they see you. What matter is who you are not what you are. You're strong, kind and most of all despite everything you're still my mariposa I know" Julieta told as she hug her which make Mirabel much better. "So if I learned my gift will I make my family proud?" The word Mirabel ask make Julieta feel concern her daughter condition but keep smiling. "Yes, you will. How about we figure this together, it seems you can help carried something heavy and run faster than anyone could run. You want to try your gift." Mirabel nod agree ready to learn her gift with her mami.

NAURRRRR MIRABEL NOOOO :(((

But also YAYYYYYY. MONSTER GIRL MIRABEL CONTENT‼️‼️CENTAUR DAY‼️

Kudos to Julieta for being a. Great mom. Because what was Alma thinking. And Agustín of course, duh. BUT ANYWAY. Last thing Mirabel needs is to be locked in a room with no support. Like she can’t even walk, what hypothetical harm can she get into.

I LOVE THEM🚴‍♀️💨💨💨

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto agustín #monster #monster girl Mirabel AU

[wishing4nuclearwinter]

[WIP TITLE GAME] for: Like a Magpie?

[wip title game]

Like a Magpie

That’s a one shot I started recently for Agustín’s Marvel/Daredevil AU. @theratmessiah and I had been joking about how Matt constantly throws his canes behind random garbage cans and other questionable places in the Daredevil show, and how it would be funny if Agustín just. went around collecting and hoarding them. His coat closet has become a graveyard of Matt’s poor abandoned canes. So that’s the fic premise lol

The title comes from Catharsis by AlicebanD (though the actual song isn’t really related to the fic, I just liked the lyric ‘like a magpie stealing shiny things’)

Snippet:

The man gasps through bloody teeth as he hits the concrete. He struggles, scrambling, winded, his lungs rattling the cage of his bruised ribs with every inhale. His heart lives in his throat. He lifts his head to the creature prowling down the alley. It fills the space, something fluid and vast that makes the buildings blocking it in breathe with its mass. It’s impossible to grasp the what of it.

The man whimpers. The Devil grins.

He drops heavy from the fire escape above, one foot landing so close to crushing his throat that the toe of his boot nicks the fragile skin. It’s replaced with a club against his windpipe as the Devil lowers to a knee. A single cracked lightbulb buzzes behind him at the mouth of the alley, glow likely blotted out by the creature, and he knows the silhouette he casts. He’s nothing but horns and the glint of ruby red eyes.

#snippet featuring what i like to call agustín’s ‘nightmare creature illusion’ #he’s out here subjecting criminals to the Horrors just because he can #thank you for the ask! #not fallout #daredevil #agustin tag #writing4nuclearwinter #wishing4asks

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 16: Grief

*Trigger warning for death and death caused by illness*

Julieta closed the door quietly behind herself. It had been a hard day. She’d given a house call to a young man who was gravely ill with…well, she honestly wasn’t sure with what. Most of the time, knowing the cause wasn’t as important, since as soon as she got her food down people’s throats, they began to feel better. But this poor man couldn’t eat. No matter how much she and the rest of his family tried to coax just a few bites into his mouth, he wouldn’t eat. Each time, he gave a few halfhearted chews to humor them, then spit it out. Unable to use the strongest tool at her disposal, she tried to think of other, nonedible, remedies that could heal this young man. The hours ticked on as she tried unsuccessful option after unsuccessful option. Finally, having exhausted her options, she watched him close his eyes for the last time.

It wasn’t her first time losing a patient. It probably wouldn’t be her last either. Over the years, she’d lost so many people, unable to save them from whatever ailment befell them. Of course, she knew better than to rely solely on her food for healing; it was powerful but not foolproof. Yet there were times when even her best efforts weren’t enough. When she would have to pull her eyes away from the patient that was no longer suffering and meet the tear-filled eyes of their family members.

Sometimes they didn’t blame her.

She always blamed herself.

If only she had done more! If she’d just remembered one more remedy, or recognized the symptoms sooner, or tried harder, or-

Julieta shook the thoughts out of her head. Going over her mistakes wouldn’t bring back those who were gone. Tomorrow, with a clearer head, she could dissect what she did wrong and do better the next time. Tonight, she would perform her little ritual.

It hadn’t started out that way. At the beginning, when she would lose people, she tried to bury the guilt, the sorrow, the grief. She had to keep her head clear for the next case, she reasoned. But as the tally rose, the grief bubbled over. She needed a new way to cope. So, she decided, if she hadn’t been able to save them in life, she would honor them in death.

She took out the little candle she had stowed away in her dresser. Agustín had asked her about it when she first got it, but then she got more candles to mask it and he figured she just liked candles. But this was a special candle. It stood tall at the beginning, barely able to fit in the little drawer lying on its side. As time went on, it shrank gradually, imperceptibly, after each time she lit it. But she had lit it more times than she wished to remember.

She set the candle on the table, lighting it carefully with a match. For a minute, she watched the flame flicker, focusing on the young man she had lost today. His name was Tomás. She mouthed the name silently, saying a prayer for his soul. After she was finished, she let the flame burn a little bit longer before gently extinguishing it.

Wisps of smoke curled delicately through the air as the candle grew cold. Julieta sat there in the dark, unable to speak. Tears streamed down her face in the only place she would allow them. Her family wasn’t allowed to see her like this. They were all such kind, sensitive souls…this kind of distress would be too much for them. She had to be strong in front of them.

But right now, she was alone, and she let the tears flow freely. Eventually, they dried up, and she found she could speak again.

“Goodbye, Tomás.”

#julieta madrigal #encanto #encantober 2023 #encantober #grief #tw death #tw grief #tw illness #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing julieta madrigal #i know this is different #but i know she'd be devastated

[toaverse]

Hear me out, Guardian of the Galaxy/Encanto crossover.

After running away from home after being bullied by the village kids for being the "giftless" Madrigal. When she wonders out of the Encanto she stumbles into a strange building where she thought she could cry a little. However it turned out that building was actually the Guardians spaceship and now they have a child to take care of

Aaaahh! Thank you!

Note: This takes place after the first 2 Guardians films, but before Infinity War...

Enjoy!

After her gift ceremony, Mirabel got treated quite badly by the family….

Alma saw her as a burden. Pepa would snap at the child often for just being there, seeing Mira as a giftless annoyance to deal with while Félix turned a blind eye. Julieta, Agustín and Luisa were too busy helping the town to make time for Mira. Isabela and Camilo avoid her like the plague (which Mira is in their eyes), and Dolores was too busy with her own problems and struggles. They'd all later regret this...

And it didn’t help that the town saw the girl as useless as well, the townships bullying her while the adults turn a blind eye…

It made Mira sad. She just wanted her family to love her and be nice to her, but they weren’t…

It all came to ahead one day when Mira got picked on by the towns kids again, taunting and insulting her for not having a gift. The adults, including some of the Madrigals, heard all of this, but didn't do anything, turning a blind eye while they're busy with their own chores/problems.

5 year old Mira asked the kids to stop, ready to burst into tears. But they didn't stop, instead insulting her even more and throwing stones at her...

Mira ran away, trying to avoid the stones being thrown at her while the kids chase her.

The 5 year old girl ran out of town, managing to lose the bullies but still having been hit by a few stones.

Being on the verge of tears, Mira saw a strange looking building, and went inside, hiding behind a crate to finally cry while no-one would see her, hiding from everyone.

Finally, the girl could cry, cry about her family ignoring and despising her, and the townspeople bullying her...

But she didn't hear the "building's" door close, she didn't hear an engine starting to run, and she didn't hear the "building" rising up and fly.

What she did hear was...music? it was in a different language, but it sounded fun.

"I am Groot?" Mira suddenly heard a small voice ask. She looked down, and saw a small talking...tree??

Mira didn't understand it, but she was still flabbergasted non the less.

“Hola…” the girl simply said, her voice still trembling.

“I am Groot!” the talking tree said again.

“What do you mean there’s-“ another voice talked, that belonged to talking…cat? It looked like a cat. The “cat” in question looked just as Mira herself was though. “Oh…”

-

Well shit, Rocket didn’t expect a Terran kid to have snuck on the ship. Great…

The rest of the guardians quickly heard about the whole ordeal as well. While Peter wasn’t all that surprised that a kid was here (she could’ve mistaken it for a building somehow), the others sure were.

“She feels…sad, hurt.” Mantis said, gently holding the girl’s hand in an attempt to comfort her. "She's upset..."

"Than let's bring her back to Terra!" Rocket suggested. Unfortunately, they were too far away from Terra and have made several jumps.

So, the guardians decided that they would bring the girl with them for one mission, and then they would return to Terra to drop her off.

That plan was soon thrown out of the window.

While the guardians were on their way to their mission, Peter tried to talk to the girl. turned out she couldn't understand English. Well, that'd make sense since she came from Colombia, and they were just there as well.

So, Peter gave the girl a translator, hoping that that would help with communication.

It helped, and it didn't take long for the poor kid to break down and tell him how she got on the ship. Turned out she literally got chased out of town by bullies who threw rocks at her, while those assholes that were her “family” simply stood by and didn’t do shit to stop it.

But what hit Peter the most was that that asshole family neglected the girl, yelling at her and telling her she’s “in the way”.

The rest of the guardians heard the whole conversation as well through their own translators, and were utterly baffled at the thought of a family abandoning one of their own simply because she wasn’t “good enough” for them…

Well, you know what? Fuck those assholes! If they didn’t want to raise a “giftless” kid, than the guardians of the galaxy would! And they’d make sure that she’d grow up more talented than those losers would ever be!

Basically, Peter and Gamora became parents while the rest of the guardians became uncle and aunt-figures to the kid (Mirabel, her name was Mirabel). It wasn’t like they didn’t have experience with kids being on the ship and with them on missions.

Groot was quite happy to have a cousin. He wasn’t the only kid on the ship now! :D

Peter would be a good dad who’d teach Mira about the galaxy, defending herself, and music! And he’d definitely tell stories about Yondu!

Gamora however would try to distance herself from the girl, worrying that she wouldn’t be a good mom, tho she and Mira would bond eventually. Gamora didn’t have the best parental figure, after all…

Drax would be a fun uncle who babysat both Groot and Mira often. Tho he did accidentally destroy Mira��s glasses (or “eye shields” as he called them).

While Rocket wasn’t allowed to babysit alone anymore after teaching Mira 45 different swear words, he’d teach her how to use different types of guns and tech in general.

Mantis would be an amazing aunty who’d comfort Mira whenever she felt sad about her (former) family not liking her or something else. :D

Mira would learn English through Peter’s music, tho she’d still use the translator to understand the other guardians.

She’d unfortunately end up becoming a kleptomaniac tho. :/

As time went on, Mira would only vaguely remember the Madrigal family, and not in a good way. If anything, it kinda became unresolved trauma…

Overall, Mira was more than happy out in space with her adoptive family!

But uhm, than we get to Infinity War…

#guardian Mira au #mirabel madrigal #peter quill #gotg gamora #baby groot #rocket raccoon #drax the destroyer #answered ask #toaverse answers #encanto au

[biographydivider]

Psst. You after some of that real good Tio Bruno shit? Laced with a bit of angst? I gotchu.

I basically got in from work, dropped my stuff, and wrote this start to finish. Hope you enjoy, other fics are here, and all that jazz. 💚

There are many, many photographs in la Casa Madrigal. Fifty years of special occasions; fifty years of ‘We need a picture!’ Fifty years of poses, practiced and perfected until they come as easily as breath. Each picture, in their matching frames and their carefully chosen positions throughout the house, is a portrait of a family that only existed in certain angles, in certain lights. There is one photograph, however – tucked away in a drawer deep inside the bowels of the house, away from water damage and the destructive habits of rats, kept safely between the pages of a heavy novel to stop the edges curling – that tells a very different story.               It was official: Bruno was an awful person.

              He was having a…let’s say a weird day. A weird week. Alright, fine; a weird month. His head was all fuzzy, his temper was short no matter how many cups of coffee or heaped spoonfuls of arequipe he tried to drown it in, he woke up every morning with barely enough strength to lift his head after having another night of sleep visions. Nothing had caused it; so far as he was aware. He just had low moods, sometimes. But four weeks was a long time for him. He was getting annoyed with it, now; which made his mood even worse. Definitely not the day to ask for a vision.               He’d barely been listening when Gustavo Torres had been talking his ear off with his request. Something something wedding anniversary, something something perfect gift, blah blah blah. Bruno had suggested they make an appointment the next day, when he was (hopefully) a little fresher. Gustavo had insisted he come up to La Casita then and there. Bruno had told him today wasn’t an option. Gustavo had muttered something about how he couldn’t expect Bruno to understand how important anniversaries were anyway.               And Bruno might have said if Gustavo had to come to Bruno ‘perpetually single’ Madrigal for marriage advice that made him un marido de mierda and maybe Gustavo would be better off putting his mouth to work between Francisca’s legs than bothering Bruno with it.               And Mamá might have heard.               So now, Bruno had been sent back to the house to ‘cool off’. He was thirty-nine years old, and he’d just been grounded.               He kinda deserved it though, didn’t he? Wasn’t exactly like he was the innocent party, here. Loco Bruno Madrigal, snapping at some poor cabrón again. He knew what the town thought of him. And it wasn’t like it was all a lie, either. He knew he had a temper. And that he was weird. And he said things he shouldn’t say. And he wasn’t sure if he just couldn’t be better – just wasn’t up to being the person the Encanto expected him to be – or if he just didn’t want to put in the work. Maybe he was just broken like that.               He’d thrown himself into a seat at the breakfast table while his coffee brewed; maybe this one would be the magic cup that banished this dark cloud over his head. Which was how he could hear his sister and cuñado coming up the main path, trying to console a sobbing Mirabel. Bruno’s heart did a sharp little twist; he hated kids crying, especially when it was one of ‘his’ kids.               Julieta and Agustín rounded the corner of the house into the garden; Juli holding Mirabel in her arms, Gus making a beeline for the still-gently-steaming pot of coffee. He made meaningful eye contact, and Bruno waved a hand. Knock yourself out.               “Hey, kiddo,” Bruno said, abandoning his own cup to walk up to his sister and sobrina, “Whassamatter?”               “Tiiiooo Bruuuunoooo,” Mirabel keened, holding out her arms for Bruno to carry her, “I’s broked!”               “Broked? Nah, that can’t be right.” Bruno hefted her weight into a comfortable position, feeling her wet little face nuzzle into his neck. She was getting heavy, but Bruno wasn’t quite prepared to stop carrying her just yet. “Not my favourite lil’ muchacha…”               He made a quizzical face at Julieta, who sighed as she deflated into a chair. “We went for a visit to the doctors’ today, Tio Bruno.”               “For her eyes,” Agustín mouthed, tapping his glasses. Ah. Mirabel had been bumping into things recently, not recognising people if they were more than a few steps away. Agustín had had a suspicion she was nearsighted, like he was, and they’d been talking about getting her seen by a professional. Bruno guessed it hadn’t gone well. He rubbed Mirabel’s back as she cried. “S’alright, kiddo,” he murmured absently. “I’ve got you.”               “So Mirabel needs to go back to see Señor Solano in a few days to pick out some glasses,” Julieta explained, gratefully accepting a cup of coffee from her husband. “And I’ve promised her they don’t hurt, and she’ll be able to see much, much better.”               Mirabel wasn’t crying quite so hard now; but she was still making sad, snuffly noises into Bruno’s hair. “I’s broked,” she said again, little more than a whisper. “My eyes are broked.”               Ay Dios mio. If that didn’t just shatter Bruno’s heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Juli pinched the bridge of her nose, trying not to start crying herself. “She’s been like this all morning,” she sighed, Agustín wrapping her arms around her shoulders and pressing a kiss into her hair. “She just keeps saying she’s broken, she’s broken.”               “And she was asking Señor Solano why her sisters don’t need glasses,” Agustín said, sitting down with his own cup of coffee. “How do you explain that to a four-year-old?”               Bruno squeezed Mirabel closer, as tight as he dared. Poor kiddo. This was not a familia that embraced the different very easily. He should know. Then, an idea came to him.               “Hey, mi vida,” he said, extracting her from her spot burrowed into his neck. She looked at him with bleary, tear-filled eyes. “D’you know your Tio Bruno’s eyes go funny sometimes, too?”               Mirabel scrunched up her face, thinking hard. “Mmmmmmaaaaybe, I thiiiinnnk…”               “Okay, s-so you don’t remember. Hold on.” Bruno plopped her down on the table and making for the house – for his tower. “Be right back.” ...               “Bruno…” Julieta began warily, as her brother zoomed past her with a bucket and a look of determination. He waved her off, pouring a rough circle of sand on the ground a safe distance from the breakfast table. Half as much as usual, so Mirabel could still see him without being inside the circle with him.               “Nah nah nah, Juli; I got this.”               Just a quick vision. Nothing too much, don’t scare her. Grab at one thread, one picture, and stop. You can do that, can’t you Brunito? You can do something right.               Bruno lit his little fires, took a deep breath, and began to focus on calling forth a vision; feeling that fast-spreading ache that meant his eyes were beginning to glow. Only seconds later, as the sand fell around him and a green tablet tumbled into his hand, he beamed up at his sobrina, still sitting on the table, staring at him. Off to one side of his vision was a green smudge, like an aura. His eyes burned; it felt like he’d been looking into the sun for too long. Stopping a vision after only just beginning was a weird, weird feeling. But it’d be worth it, if this worked.               “So, “ he said, waggling the tablet at Mirabel, “your Mamá is gonna make us enyucado for after dinner, tonight.”               Mirabel gasped, turning to look at Julieta. “Really, Mamá?!”               Julieta sighed, rolling her eyes fondly. “I was thinking about it. As a surprise.”               Bruno brushed the sand from his ruana and walked back over to Mirabel, hefting her onto his hip. “You see how my eyes glowed, muchacha?”               “Mm-hmm,” Mirabel nodded. “They went all; wooooo –”               She widened her eyes and stared off into the middle distance, expressionless. Did he really look like that? No wonder people were freaked out by him.               “But, hey,” Bruno asked, tapping Mirabel on the nose, “do you love your Tio Bruno any less?”               She didn’t even think about it. “No.”               “Do you think your Tio Bruno is broken?” he asked, cuddling her close, hiding the wince of pain when Mirabel’s forehead connected with his temple.               “Noooo…”               “Is your Tio Bruno still your favourite tio eeeveeerr?” Bruno asked, covering her cheeks with kisses.               “Noooo Tio Bruno, stooooopiittt…”               Bruno jostled her in his arms, suddenly serious as the grave. “Hey. Y-y’meant to say yes, kiddo.”               “Oh. Then yes.”               “So if I’m not broken, you’re not broken. Not ever. A-and if anyone says anything else, we’ll fight ‘em. Together. ‘kay?”               “’kay.”               “C’mere.”               Bruno squeezed her in one last, tight hug, then set her down. “You gonna go bully that primo of yours for a while?”               “Yeah!”               “Off you go then, kiddo.”               Mirabel ran full pelt towards the house; her father dashing off after her. “Miraboo be careful don’t trip on anything --!”               Bruno sunk back into his chair, grasping for his coffee cup, eyes pinched shut, allowing the mask to slip for a moment. Caffeine. Caffeine would make the pain go away. Notorious for helping with eye strain, was caffeine. As he sipped, he cracked one eye open to see Juli looking at him from across the table, deep in thought.               “What?”               “I wish you’d take your own advice sometimes, Brunito.”               “Whassat supposed to mean?”               “Nothing.” ...               “Go on; go show him.”               Bruno smiled at the sound of the rapid-fire stamp of his sobrina’s feet on the tiles heading his way. “Who could that be?” he wondered aloud. “A herd of rabid capybaras?”               “Noooo,” Mirabel said, throwing herself into the red, high-backed chair Bruno was lounging in, tucked just off to the side of the main hall. “It’s just meee!”               “Oh, it’s you. That’s good. A-and who are you, again?”               “I’m Mirabel!” the little girl giggled. “You’re being silly, Tio Bruno.”           ��   Bruno smacked his forehead. “Oh yeah. Yeah, I-I remember.”               “Lookit, Tio Bruno! Lookit my glasses!”               Bruno pulled back to get a better look. She looked complete, somehow. Like she’d always been wearing glasses. He’d barely noticed them before – but, then again, she had just flung herself into his lap. Those sweet, familiar brown eyes blinked back at him, enlarged very slightly by the lenses. The frames were thin, round, made of wire and painted –               “Green!” Mirabel chirped. “I gots green glasses, Tio – ‘coz my eyes are like your eyes, and we’re not broked together!”               Bruno’s eyes started stinging again, but it was nothing to do with a vision. “Th-that’s great, kiddo,” he said, his voice thick. “They’re great, really suit you. Ah-hmmh.”               “Whas’ wrong?”               “Nothing, nothing. Frog in my throat.”               Julieta followed her daughter into the cubbyhole where Bruno’s red chair sat. “Abuela wants a picture of Mirabel in her new glasses for the wall,” she said. Bruno raised one eyebrow.               “You’re allowed to have the camera?”               Julieta rolled her eyes. “No. Of course not. Agustín is going to take the picture.”               Behind her, Agustín almost took out a rung of the banister, a plantpot, and himself with the tripod.               “But I thought you and Mirabel might like to take a photograph together first.”               “Yeah, why not? C’mon, kiddo. Let’s make it a good one.” Bruno lunged for the camera, wrestling it away from a protesting Agustín, and pressed it close to his and Mirabel’s faces.               “Ready? One, two, three…”               The flash temporarily blinded them both. But Juileta brought them both some leftover enyucado, which they ate together, sitting in the high-backed chair. On the arm of the chair, slowly developing, was an extreme close-up of Bruno and Mirabel’s faces, smushed together and grinning; One pair of green eyes, flecked with hazel and slightly manic, and one pair of warm, brown eyes, framed with green, happy for the first time in a week. They complimented each other perfectly.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #tio bruno #Bruno Madrigal #mirabel madrigal #mirabel needs a hug #bruno needs a hug #everyone needs a hug #grumpy Bruno #angst #hurt/comfort #pensandpizza

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

Can we get Julieta angry? Like. REAL angry?

Oh yes. Yes you can :)

"Luisa just walked in, right?"

Julieta was a hard working woman. Cooking from day till night, washing clothes, cleaning the kitchen and the hallways. All while keeping up with the family's schedule. It was why she was surprised when her daughter Luisa came back home from her usual duties, far earlier than she was supposed to, she was suspicious. Even more so when she didn't even say hello, but went straight to her room. She wasn't crying, didn't look upset or anything. But something was amiss. Dolores poked her head into the kitchen, and Julieta already knew she knew.

"Si. What's bothering her?"

"Well, I was going to tell Agustín, but I think you can handle it better. She was out in town, doing her chores, and a couple of hombres were catcalling her. But when she ignored them, they called her 'a donkey faced man'. She's in her room crying right now."

People could be just so rude, she couldn't understand. She sighed, and cleaned her hands.

"Gracias, mija. I think I know exactly what she needs. Do me a favor- go get Agustín Y las niñas. I think we should all get some ice cream, forget about all of this."

"Si, tìa."

Julieta waited till Dolores left, before she knocked on Luisa's door.

"Mija? Can I come in? I want to talk."

"...okay."

Julieta walked inside, and sat by her bed. Her poor girl, looked so upset. She rubbed her arm carefully, trying to provide some comfort to her little girl.

"Dolores told me what happened. And I'm sorry. There are bad people out there. You didn't deserve that."

"...I wished I looked like you, mom. You're pretty and small and I see how men look at you. I'm just...a kink to people. It's always 'oh I bet she could crush my head like a watermelon' or 'she looks like she could beat my ass and I'd let her'. I wanna be treated like a lady, like how dad treats you."

Oh such words were like daggers to a mother. She sighed, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"Mija, you are a beautiful little lady. Someone will see you for that, and they will be as kind and as romantic as Agustín. Now, why don't we forget about them, and go get some ice cream? You can get whatever you want."

"I don't wanna."

"Your sisters will be going, and your prima and primos, and your papi. We'd be sad if you didn't go."

Luisa couldn't resist family time. She got up, begrudgingly, and followed her as they all walked to town. Agustín, ever the doting father, whispered to her as they walked, clearly knowing something was amiss.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

"Nothing that we can't fix. Don't worry, she just needs a minute."

They made their way to the square, avoiding the hustle and bustle of people to make it to Osvaldo's new ice cream shop. She snuck a glance behind her, and it melted her heart, watching her sisters and her cousins worry so much over her. Such good children they raised. She was about to step up to the counter when Dolores crept up next to her.

"Tìa. That's them."

Julieta looked to the table a bit away. Three boys, handsome, if a bit unkempt. Oh their poor mothers.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. The blonde one. I recognize his little snort."

Julieta walked up to the table, and cleared her throat to get their attention.

"Buenos días. I hate to bother you boys. But you've met my daughter, right over there. You hurt her feelings. And I'd appreciate an apology for her."

The blonde one stood up, and loomed over her. Tall boy.

"You gonna make me, milfs r us?"

Agustín immediately tried to step up, but she motioned him still.

"No no, mi vida. This requires a lady's touch."

The boy tried to lean down to her face, and upon feeling just the slight contact, she correct him. Afterall, a man shouldn't touch without permission. If anything, she was doing him a favor. She grabbed his ear, and threw him, right into the table.

"DUDE WHAT THE SHIT-"

One of the boys yelled as their friend laid amongst the remains of the table. He tried to get up, but she grabbed his hand, and put her foot right onto his head, keeping him amongst the dirt and wood.

"Now. I'm going to give you two options. Option one. You apologize to my sweet little angel. Option two. I cut off your penis with a rusty fork. Then, when I finally cut it off all the way, I'll bread it, pan fry it, and serve it to you. I'll give it to you in small bites though, so you don't choke, pobrecito. And of course, you'd have to savor it as well, really taste it. Now, which do you want?"

"Apology apology apology!!"

"Oh bien, bien!"

She reached down to grab at his head, to look at her very surprised daughter. He swallowed, before doing as he said he would.

"I'm sorry! So sorry! I was being dumb! Dude call off your lady-"

"Tell her she's beautiful."

"You're beautiful! So beautiful! Right guys?"

The boys behind her held their hands up, and nodded quickly. Julieta smiled.

"Isn't that sweet? Luisa? Do you forgive them?"

"Y-yes! Totally forgive them! You can let go, mom!"

"Isn't that sweet? You know, I always felt like an apology wasn't really an apology unless you were forgiven. How lucky I am, to have such a kind daughter. Don't you agree?"

She twisted his arm, making him cry out in pain, before quickly nodding. She helped him to his feet, and adjusted his shirt for him.

"Now hold on, you look messy. Let me fix your shirt, your hair...oh, little blood, hold on."

She licked her thumb, and wiped the blood off his nose.

"There! Now, let me tell you something. Motherly advice. If you pull any of this nonsense on any of my family, I will know. And I will look for you, no matter where you hide. And I will find you. You do not want me to find you. Understand?"

"Y-yes, señora."

"Good! Now, run off, go play with your friends!"

Fast runners, those three. She sighed at the mess, dusting off her hands.

"Osvaldo? So sorry about the table! You know how boys are!"

"It's n-no problem! It was uh. A dumb table."

She patted her hair a bit, looking at Agustín.

"Did I get my hair messy? It feels messy-"

"You should do that to me."

"Hmm?"

"I said let's get some ice cream!"

She clapped a bit before gesturing for Luisa to go on.

"Go ahead mija, whatever you want!"

Her daughter was so strong, taking today in stride. She swore, she took after her father.

#asks #encanto #not transformers #i swear #Julieta is CALM scary #like breaks your fuckin nose before telling you to wash up kinda scary

[unskilled-dabbler]

Encantober day 12: Pressure

Quick doodle at work and my first contribution to Encantober ❤️ Poor Agustín feeling pressure from his girlfriend's mother as Alma silently judges him. Thanks for the idea @thecrazyashley-blog

#Encantober #Pressure #encanto fanart #alma madrigal #agustín madrigal #quick doodle #by nyda #encanto

[katzoo12]

Of Selflessness, Stubborness, and Sickness

A.N. Okay guys, I don’t know how many of my followers know this, but…I am now an Encanto fan! That’s right! And this right here is my entry to Encanto Big Bang. It’s actually my first fic for this movie, so enjoy! The art is by @the-little-robyn​ , so check her out!

One of the worst things about having the gift of healing food is that it didn't heal EVERYTHING. Something that Julieta knew all too well.

When it came to what could be healed, physical injuries like broken arms and cuts were high on the list. Illness, on the other hand…her food helped relieve the worst symptoms and gave the immune system a boost, but that was all it could do.

Julieta sighed as she finished up another batch of arepas. How she wished she could halt everyone's suffering, especially now…

It had been six months since Casita had been rebuilt…and two weeks since a particularly virulent flu epidemic had broken out. While Alma's pressure on everyone had been greatly reduced since Mirabel opened her eyes, it was still hard driven into Julieta's very nature to be the caretaker of the Encanto.

She HATED seeing people injured and sick, especially when she could do something about it. Of course, with that line of thinking, she always ended up running herself ragged, trying to aid as many people as she possibly could.

If it wasn't for her familia and her loving husband Agustín, she would have died from exhaustion a long time ago.

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Agustín…the light of Julieta's life. Her other half.

To this day, she still remembered when she realized that she was in love. She was twenty-five years old, and it was like any other day in front of her stand, handing out her healing food.

After dealing with a deep cut and a few skinned knees, she smiled fondly at the sight of her most common patient.

"Ay, Agustín…bees again?"

Not that she needed to ask, of course.

The poor bespectacled man's hands and left ear were swollen to the size of balloons.

And yet, despite all the pain he was in, Agustín still managed to crack an awkward smile in her direction.

"You know me, Julieta…" he chuckled. "The most accident-prone man in the Encanto…"

And indeed, he was. Nearly every day found him at her stand, awaiting her healing.

It was routine, whether it was a sprained ankle or bee stings, like now.

Today, however, seemed to be a bit different. Agustín was looking at her, brow furrowed in what Julieta thought was pensiveness.

"Something on your mind…?" she asked as she reached for an empanada to offer him.

Agustín hesitated, averting his gaze. But after a moment, he seemed to gather the courage to continue.

"Well…it's just that…you always take care of everyone in the Encanto. Every day, without fail. Don't you ever get tired?"

Julieta raised an eyebrow, handing him her food.

"What if I do? Mamá always says-"

"You're only human, Julieta. And sometimes…your own well-being should come before your duty to everyone else."

The healer froze in surprise. Until that moment, no one had ever told her that before. Agustín continued.

"I'm just concerned…every time I see you, you seem a bit more worn-out. Have you been sleeping well?"

Julieta was about to answer when an impatient cough rang out from the line. She blanched, seeing the queue of injured stretching out longer than ever before.

"Don't worry about me, ok? I'm supposed to be looking after you. Eat," she urged, beckoning Agustín to take a bite of the empanada.

He did so, and immediately the swelling from the stings vanished into nothing. His worried look however, didn't fade. The bespectacled man started walking away but turned back to call one last time over his shoulder.

"Just…take care. I don't want you to run yourself into the ground!"

Julieta froze once again, lost in her thoughts. She couldn't deny how nice it felt, being on the receiving end of someone else's concern.

Usually, it was her siblings that made her feel that way, but with Agustín, it was something different…something more special. It wasn't until she got back to Casita for the day that she realized what those feelings even meant.

The tenderness she felt towards him, the warm feeling when she let him be concerned for her…it all pointed to one thing.

I love him… Julieta thought happily. I love him more than anything…but does he feel the same way?

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The present-day Julieta was jolted out of her memories when the sound of footsteps behind her drew her attention.

Without turning around, she called out "Ay, Luisa, what are you doing out of bed? You need rest if you want to recover properly."

Her middle daughter sighed…which immediately turned into a rough-sounding coughing fit. She was the first of the Madrigals to be struck down, and so far was proving to be quite the difficult patient.

This wasn't the first time she'd been caught trying to sneak out to help, and Julieta doubted it would be the last. Finally turning to face the taller woman, the healer watched as Luisa tried to defend herself.

"Lo sé, Mamá, but I feel fine and…and-ACHOO!"

A thunderous sneeze burst out of her, causing Luisa to put a hand against the wall to regain her balance. Julieta smiled softly and guided Luisa to a chair.

The nineteen-year-old really did look awful, with a pale face, flushed cheeks, tired eyes, and a red nose to tie it all together. Add that to her hoarse and stuffy-sounding voice, and it was clear that she was far from healthy.

Now if only she'll ACCEPT that… Julieta thought.

"Hija," she continued gently, "I know you want to help, and that's admirable of you. However, you can't give your best effort when you're not feeling well…and I wouldn't want to see you get any sicker by pushing yourself."

Julieta lovingly put a hand on Luisa's cheek.

"Por favor…just give yourself a few more days to rest."

Her middle daughter's shoulders sagged in resignation.

"Okay, Mamá…" she relented softly.

Julieta nodded in satisfaction, proud that she managed to convince Luisa to rest some more…for now.

"Bien. Now, how about I give you another arepa con queso and you can try to go back to sleep?"

Luisa nodded…before going into another harsh coughing fit.

This time, however, Julieta was there to soothingly rub her back until she got her breathing under control.

As soon as Luisa stopped trying to bring up a lung, she turned once more to her mother.

"And…some agua too, por favor?" she asked in a small voice, as if she thought it would be an inconvenience.

"Por supesto, corazón, you need fluids if you want to beat this thing. Also…remember, you are not a burden if you ask for help…" Julieta murmured.

Once Luisa nodded in acknowledgement, Julieta got up to retrieve one of her recently finished arepas and fill a glass with ice water.

Her gift worked wonders on her ill daughter, Luisa already looking less flushed after a single bite of her cooking. "Gracias, Mamá…te quiero…" "Te quiero también, Lu…now, let's get you back to bed."

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Soon enough, the third oldest grandchild was bundled under her blankets once more.

"Do you need anything else, mija?" Julieta asked.

Luisa shook her head, suppressing a single cough into her fist and reaching for the glass of water on her nightstand.

"I'm okay for now…" she said after she took a sip.

Julieta nodded.

"Bien. Just let me know if you think of something. As for now, I'm going to check on the rest of the familia…"

She turned to leave, looking back one last time at Luisa and blowing her a kiss. The healer let the door close behind her, letting out a tired sigh and swallowing. As soon as she did however, a sharp pain took up residence in her throat.

"Ah..." she gasped, rubbing her neck with one hand.

Julieta's eyes widened at the realization of what that meant.

Ay no…not now…por favor not now!

But there was no denying it. With another swallow and another wince, it was abundantly clear that the healer would be the epidemic's next victim.

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Besides the inconvenience, being ill also messed with the gifted Madrigals' powers. While some of the gifts became overactive (as evidenced by Camilo shapeshifting uncontrollably whenever he coughed or sneezed), others became weaker, or left their owner completely.

The latter scenario often happening to Luisa, or in this case…Julieta. Luckily her cooking wouldn't lose ALL its magic, but its diminished effects would still be noticeable.

And that could be a problem, especially if I still want to appear healthy… Julieta mused.

Which of course, she did. People still needed her help, so she couldn't afford to take a day off. And besides, her symptoms weren't THAT bad…for now.

If anyone asks, then I'll simply tell them I'm tired and I'll go to bed early tonight. Hopefully that excuse will cover for my gift as well…

Julieta nodded resolutely. She had a plan…now all she had to do was execute it. But before any of that, she needed to make her rounds and check on the other family members.

Julieta started down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen to put a few arepas on a large plate.

When she was satisfied that she had enough, she climbed to the second floor once more and headed towards Isabela's room.

Sadly, Luisa (and now the healer) weren't the only ones affected by the flu. Not long after her middle child had taken ill, her eldest was quick to follow.

Isabela's always had a good immune system, Julieta mused, but even that has its limitations…

Knocking softly on the flower child's door, she called out, "Isa…? It's Mamá…may I come in?"

A loud sneeze, a rustle of flora, and an unladylike groan was all that answered the healer, but it was enough affirmation for her to enter.

The first thing Julieta noticed was how faded the normally vibrant room looked. Most of the flowers, vines, and cacti were brown and shriveled up, with the only splotches of color around Isabela's bed.

Speaking of the eldest grandchild, she was currently sprawled out across her mattress, trying desperately to find a spot that wasn't soaked with her feverish sweat.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, her breath hitched, and she reached for a handkerchief just in time to cover a loud "ACHOO!"

The moment the sternutation rang through the air, a variety of bromeliads popped into existence around the bed.

Julieta frowned in concern and approached Isabela.

"Cómo te sientes, mi flor?" she murmured.

The young woman turned to her mother, an unimpressed look on her face.

"How do you THINK?" she snarked.

"I can't sleep, my head is pounding, my throat feels like it's being cut open, I'm all sweaty, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I cough or sneeze, my gift goes haywire!"

As if to punctuate her point, she entered into a coughing fit, causing more new flora to burst out of the floor. Julieta sighed and sat on the edge of the mattress, putting the plate of arepas beside her.

If there was one thing that hadn't changed from before the fall of Casita, it was the fact that being under the weather ALWAYS put Isabela in a bad mood.

"I'm sorry, Isa…trust me, I would cure you in an instant if I could. But the most I can do is ease your symptoms. Speaking of…would you like an arepa?"

Julieta took one from the plate and offered one to her daughter.

Isabela snatched the flaky confection from her mother's hand and eagerly took a bite…sighing in relief when she felt her chills vanish.

But to her utter confusion, her throat still hurt just as much as before. She quirked a displeased eyebrow towards the healer.

"Mamá…what gives? This didn't help NEARLY as much as last time…"

Julieta offered a weak smile.

"Lo siento…I'm just tired. I've been cooking a lot…"

Isabela's gaze softened a bit, seeing the exhaustion on her mother's face.

"Well, I suppose I can understand. Try and get some extra sleep tonight. The last thing this family needs is for you to get sick too…"

Ironic, considering I'm already sick… Julieta mused, before reassuring her eldest that she would and making her way back outside with the other arepas.

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She was halfway to Pepa and Félix's room when her nose started to run.

Balancing the plate on one hand she quickly fished a handkerchief out of one of her apron pockets with the other and gave a quick blow.

Ay…this is progressing quicker than I thought…but I can't stop now. I just need to get through today.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, Julieta continued down the hall until she reached her sister's door. This time she knocked a bit louder, having a hunch the room would be chaotic with Pepa's weather more volatile than usual.

After a few seconds, the door opened, and Félix showed his rain-soaked form.

"Ah, Julieta! Checking up on everyone?"

The healer nodded.

"Sí. How's Pepa doing? May I come in?"

The stout man nodded and stepped aside, allowing the eldest triplet into the room. Closing the door, Félix turned back to Julieta and opened his mouth to answer her first query.

However, he was interrupted by a series of sneezes ringing through the air, and the weather inside changing abruptly from raining, to snowing, to hailing, and back to normal. He sighed.

"…Does that answer your question?"

Julieta gently put a hand on her brother-in-law's shoulder.

"It must be tough, seeing her like this…"

Félix nodded.

"I love mi esposa more than anything. If I could ease her suffering, I would…"

His dour countenance didn't last long, though, turning to the healer with a slight smile.

"…which is why you're here, isn't it? Vamos!"

Félix led Julieta to the queen-sized bed, where Pepa was trying to read one of her romantic novels.

It was proving to be quite difficult though, what with her pounding head, her bleary eyes, and- "ACHOO!" …her sneezing affecting her handle on the weather.

Luckily Casita had made her books waterproof. Pepa looked up at the sound of footsteps.

"Hola, Juli…" she sniffled, grabbing a handkerchief to blow her nose.

Julieta smiled softly and approached her sister, an arepa in hand.

"Hola yourself, Pepita."

The emotional woman fixed the healer with an unimpressed stare.

"You're only ten minutes older than me…do you HAVE to call me that?"

Julieta chuckled lightly. "It may be ten minutes…but that still makes you mi hermana menor."

She kissed Pepa on her forehead, frowning when she felt the feverish heat radiating from it.

"Ay…still burning. Here, you'd better eat this,"

Julieta handed the arepa to her sister, watching as she took a bite…and frowned slightly.

"My head still hurts…why does my head still hurt?" Pepa murmured, and turned to the healer concernedly.

"Are you feeling okay, Julieta?"

Julieta took a deep breath, trying not to feel guilty for lying to her sister.

"Por supesto. I am a little tired…but I've been cooking a lot…"

That explanation didn't seem to resonate with the middle triplet though; in fact, she seemed even more worried.

"Are you sure? That never stopped your gift from weakening before…not even when we were niños. Oh, Dios, if you're getting sick too…"

The more worked up Pepa got, the more the wind began to blow until Julieta put her hands on her shoulders to ground her.

"I'm not, Pepa. Lo prometo. And remember: too much stress will only prolong your recovery time…"

Pepa sighed in resignation.

"Lo sé, lo sé…you're right. Just…be careful okay? I don't want you running yourself into the ground again…"

"She's right, cuñada…you can't take care of everyone else if you don't take care of yourself first," Félix added.

Julieta smiled softly at the two.

"I'm fine. Trust me. If it makes you two feel better, I'll take a break soon. I just need to finish making my rounds."

She grabbed the plate of arepas and made her way to the door, looking back one last time at her sister and her husband.

"Que te mejores, hermana. Hasta luego."

And with that, the healer left the room, hearing Pepa sneeze once again, a rumble of thunder, and Félix offering her a handkerchief.

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Julieta decided to check on Dolores and Antonio next, and went towards the youngest Madrigal's room, having a hunch her sobrinos would be in the jungle environment.

They weren't ill (yet, at least), but Dolores had taken it upon herself to keep her littlest hermano entertained and away from the sick members of the family.

Which is good, considering how much I have on my plate already… Julieta thought.

Soon enough she reached her destination and opened the door, stepping into the magical room.

Closing it behind her, the healer turned back around and tried to spot Dolores and Antonio among the foliage.

Hm…no sign of them…

Julieta then tried calling out, remembering to be mindful of her throat.

"Toñito…? Dolores?"

After a few seconds, she could make out a reply.

"Over here, Tía!"

Julieta adjusted the plate of arepas in her hands, and went towards the call. She eventually pushed into a clearing where Dolores and Antonio were playing tag, with the younger laughing joyfully and riding on his jaguar Parce.

The game was soon put on hold when the duo noticed their aunt's presence. Dolores turned to her hermano, ruffling his curly hair affectionately.

"Why don't you continue playing with your animals, hermanito? I'll be right back after Tía Julieta and I finish talking," she suggested.

The five-year-old nodded.

"Okay, Lolo. But hurry up!" he requested, and urged for Parce to continue running.

Satisfied that Antonio would be fine for the next few minutes, Dolores walked over to Julieta.

"Hola, Tía. Making the rounds?"

The healer nodded.

"Sí, and I figured you would probably be hungry."

She handed her sobrina two arepas, one for her and her brother. Dolores nodded in thanks, before her face furrowed in slight worry.

"Gracias…speaking of, how's Mamá?"

"Still a bit feverish…but Félix is taking good care of her. I'm sure she'll be back on her feet in a few more days."

Julieta turned to gaze at Antonio, who was now carrying on a conversation with Pico the toucan.

"And…how's Toñito? Has he been exhibiting any symptoms?"

Dolores shook her head.

"No…and neither have I," she added, guessing what her aunt was going to ask next.

"Trust me, if either of us start getting sick, you'll be the first to know," she assured.

Julieta sighed in relief…then shivered and gave a light cough. Dolores gazed at her concernedly.

"Estás bien, Tía? You look pale…" she murmured.

"Sí, I'm fine…just tired…"

The second oldest grandchild crossed her arms, an unamused expression on her face.

"…I JUST heard your heartbeat increase. You're lying," she accused.

Figures, Julieta thought bitterly, that she would be the one to unravel my deception…we could never get a lie past her, not even when she was a niña…

She sighed.

"To be completely honest, Dolores…I'm sick too…"

Dolores' eyes widened.

"Then why are you still working…? You'll only make yourself worse, Tía…"

"Lo sé…but everyone still needs my help. I don't have time to rest…and my symptoms aren't THAT bad…"

Her niece let out a breath and shook her head in exasperation.

"Well, they soon WILL be if you don't slow down and rest. You're only human…you can't heal everyone, no matter how much you want to…"

Julieta winced at the reminders, not wanting to accept those facts yet.

"Listen, Dolores…I PROMISE I'll take some time to relax soon. I just need to check on the rest of the familia first."

Dolores gazed at her a moment longer…then reluctantly nodded.

"Okay…but I WILL be keeping an ear out for you. And I won't hesitate to tell Tío Agustín if you go back on your word."

She opened her mouth to continue…but was interrupted by Antonio's voice.

"Lolo! Are you almost done? You've been talking a while…"

"Coming, Toñito!" Dolores called back to her little brother.

She started walking away, then looked back one last time at Julieta.

"Remember what I said. Finish checking up on everyone…then go and rest. Please…"

And with that, the second oldest grandchild went to continue entertaining Antonio.

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The healer sighed as she started making her way out of the room, the following thoughts echoing through her skull.

I can do this…I NEED to do this…they need my help…

Eventually Julieta entered the hallway, shutting the door behind her and resting her back against it for a few seconds.

Ay…has Casita always been this cold?

She shivered again, and put a hand to her forehead, sighing when she felt the fire on her skin. Julieta was so occupied with how sick she was feeling that she never noticed someone approaching.

"Mija…?"

She jumped in surprise, and turned to see her mother.

"Oh, Mamá, are you okay?"

Alma looked at her eldest, a concerned look on her wrinkled face.

"Sí, for now…but are you? You look exhausted…"

Julieta put on a weak smile.

"I've just been cooking a lot. People need my help now more than ever…"

Her mother didn't look convinced.

"Are you sure that's all it is? You know you can tell me anything, mija…"

"Por supesto…but there's nothing else to tell."

Alma stepped forward in concern.

"At least take a break, Julieta? Remember, you don't have to prove anything anymore. The gifts don't define us…"

The healer straightened back up, a calm but determined expression on her face.

"Lo sé, Mamá, but people are still suffering. I want to help them. Ahora, discúlpeme..."

She started walking away, trying to ignore her mother's concerned gaze boring into her back.

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The next stop was Bruno's tower. Luckily, her brother wasn't sick either…but with his anxiety, he had ended up withdrawing into his room in an effort to stay well.

"Bruno?" Julieta called softly, knocking on the door.

A moment or two passed until she heard a soft voice on the other side.

"Sí, Juli…?"

The healer sighed in relief knowing that he was still okay, then got down to business.

"Have you eaten today? You need food…"

"Eh…not yet…but I will…later…when everyone's gone to bed…"

"Ay, Brunito…"

Julieta shook her head exasperatedly.

"Here…I can at least give you a few arepas. Can you open the door, por favor?"

She heard her brother gulp.

"N-no…I don't think that's a good idea…" he stuttered.

Julieta sighed, trying to think of a way to get her brother sustenance. At last, an idea popped into her head.

"How about this, then? You stand on the other side of the room, I open the door, leave the plate on the floor, and close it. You can then come over, take what you want, and go back over so I can retrieve the plate."

A brief silence passed…before she heard Bruno's voice once again.

"…That could work. Give me twenty seconds…"

Julieta heard her brother's footsteps recede, and started counting. As soon as she deemed the allotted time had passed, she opened the door.

She could just barely see Bruno at the other end of the hallway leading into his main room.

"Okay, hermanito…here's the plate. Be sure to leave a few for Camilo and Mirabel."

"Gracias, Juli! I'll knock when I'm done taking what I need…just give it twenty more seconds before coming back in…"

Julieta nodded, and went back outside, shutting the door behind her. As soon as she was shielded from view, she succumbed to the tickle in her throat and went into a heavy bout of coughs.

Each expulsion irritated her throat even more and left her breathless. At last, she managed to control her breathing…only to blanch when she heard her brother's voice once again.

"…Julieta? Are you…"

"No!" she burst out, a little too quickly.

"Something just tickled my throat, is all…"

She heard Bruno sigh.

"Hermana…you ALWAYS do this. You deny how you're feeling, telling everyone you're fine when you're clearly not…and end up passing out, worrying us all to death. Por favor, Juli…take it easy, just this once…"

Julieta narrowed her eyes and stood up straighter, forgetting for a moment that her brother couldn't see her.

"Bruno…you know I can't. The familia-"

"-wants you healthy! For once in your life, stop being so selfless!"

The healer sighed.

"…I need to check up on Camilo and Mirabel. Just…take the arepas you want, and I PROMISE I'll take a nap after."

She could almost feel Bruno shaking his head on the other side of the door.

"...You and I both know that that won't happen, Juli. Hopefully someone will be able to get through to you before it's too late…"

The knock resounded soon after, and after twenty seconds had passed, Julieta opened the door again and retrieved the plate.

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Moving on to Camilo's room, the healer softly opened the door. This flu had practically knocked her sobrino out, his fever blazing and painful bouts of shapeshifting whenever he coughed or sneezed.

Luckily he was sleeping now. Julieta approached the bed to see Camilo's pale face and listless hair.

She touched the rag on his forehead.

"Hm…needs to be soaked again…"

Taking the cloth, she dunked it in the bowl of cold water on his bedside table. After a few seconds, she wrung it out and tenderly lay it on her sobrino's forehead.

His eyes cracked open.

"Mm…too cold…" he murmured, trying to lift his left arm to remove it.

Julieta softly but firmly grasped his wrist before that could happen.

"No, Cami…leave it. Your fever needs to break…do you think you can manage an arepa?"

Judging by the way the shapeshifter's face contorted in disgust, she guessed that his answer was a resounding no.

"Okay…I'll just leave one on your nightstand."

She made eye contact to ensure he understood and put an arepa next to the bowl.

"Try and eat it soon…you need food, and it'll make you feel better…"

Camilo nodded softly and peered up at his aunt.

"…Sleep?" he asked hopefully.

Julieta smiled tenderly.

"Sí, vuelve a dormir…get well soon…"

She ran her fingers along his scalp until her sobrino's eyes drifted closed once again, and once she was satisfied he wouldn't stir, carefully crept into the hallway, and shut the door behind her.

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The last stop on the healer's journey was Mirabel's room.

Her youngest had remained healthy for a time, every waking moment spent helping her mother with her cooking and food distribution. It was only that very morning that the bespectacled girl awoke with the tell-tale symptoms.

Of course, being Mirabel, she still attempted to push through…but the second Julieta saw her pale face and felt the fever on her cheeks, she sent her straight back to bed. Luckily her youngest hadn't tried to sneak out like Luisa, a fact the healer was eternally grateful for as she knocked on Mirabel's door.

After Casita was rebuilt, the magical house had saw it fit to give the fifteen-year-old her own room, instead of relegating her to the nursery once again.

That wasn't to say the nursery didn't still exist; judging by the way Mariano and Dolores behaved, there were bound to be wedding bells in a few years, with their own children not long after. But that's beside the point.

After a few seconds of silence, Julieta heard a soft "Come in…"

Carefully turning the knob, she entered the room to see Mirabel in bed, trying to work on her embroidery.

"How are you feeling, mija?" she asked softly, sitting on the edge of the mattress and putting the plate beside her.

Mirabel turned her head to gaze at her mother.

"Eh…not too bad…yet, at least…" she amended when she saw Julieta's raised eyebrow.

"I mainly wish I could've helped you more…you've been going non-stop since this epidemic started…"

The healer smiled softly and ran a hand through her youngest's hair.

"Ay, Mira…you've helped plenty. I couldn't have finished half the food I did if it wasn't for you. Eres un milagro…but even miracles need assistance sometimes…"

She reached for an arepa and pressed it into Mirabel's hand.

The bespectacled girl gave a half-hearted smile and took a bite…only for a confused look to cross her face soon after.

"I feel less feverish…but…"

She trailed off as her eyes widened in realization.

"Mamá…? You're sick too, aren't you?"

Julieta tensed.

I've already admitted it to Dolores, and I'm pretty sure Bruno knows…but there's no way I'm burdening mi hija with this!

"Claro que no…I'm just tired…" she forced out.

Mirabel raised an eyebrow.

"Mamá…I KNOW you. I'm pretty sure you're where me, Isabela, and Luisa get our stubbornness from! Por favor…you need rest…"

Julieta took a deep breath to keep her agitated voice steady.

"Estoy bien, mi vida. Lo prometo. People need my help, and por Dios I'm going to give it to them. Now, excuse me…"

She quickly grabbed the plate, and stood up, fighting a sudden dizzy spell.

"Mamá, PLEASE-"

"Que te mejores, Mirabel…"

Julieta exited the room and shut the door behind her, starting to speed-walk down the hallway. With every footfall, her vision grew more and more blurry, and her balance more and more difficult to maintain.

Finally, it all came to a head. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed. Right before her consciousness faded, she discerned Agustín's panicked face above her…

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Warmth. That's the first thing Julieta felt as she came to.

Warmth…and softness. She groaned…and blearily opened her eyes.

Ay, my head…where am I?

Panning her gaze around from where she was lying, she realized she was in her and Agustín's bed. The healer tried to sit up…only to have a hand pushed to her chest, keeping her down.

Turning her head, she saw her husband's concerned face.

"Agustín…"

"Julieta…Dolores told me you were sick."

His face crumpled in despair.

"You're always so selfless, mi amor, and that's admirable…but you can't ignore your own health like that…do you know how worried I was?"

Julieta's face fell with guilt.

"Lo siento…"

Her husband looked away, trying to gather his thoughts…before turning to her once again.

"I love you too much to see you put yourself through this every day. You know you don't have to…"

"True…but old habits die hard. For forty-five years I've had this mindset, and it's all I've ever known. It may be too late for me…"

Agustín grabbed her hand and gazed lovingly into Julieta's eyes.

"No…it's not. The first step is always the hardest…and I'll always be right by your side to help you through it all…"

The healer smiled tenderly through her pounding head and achy body.

"Ay, Agustín…te amo…"

"Te amo también, Juli…"

He started stroking her hair, watching her eyes gently drift close once more.

"Sleep, corazón…I'll take care of you…"

#Encanto #encanto disney #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #julieta x agustin #julieta madrigal #encanto big bang

[poptartmochi]

not this shit again.. 😭

#agustín on the hiiighway to hell!!! 💝 #poor fucker did NOT sign up for this #sriracha.txt #🦖

[miracles-and-butterflies]

In Centre: How much everyone's behaviour changed after their last breakout?

I think we’ve covered enough about Luisa, so I’ll just focus on the others.

Dolores is quite conflicted, once Luisa tells the others that it was Dolores who got her caught for the notes (partially starting the downward spiral of Luisa’s mental state), they were insistent that she apologise. She refused as it was an accident and how could she have known how badly things would have gone? She and Luisa have a very strained relationship now, but besides that she is doing okay and not much has changed for her.

Pepa is very protective of all the children. She’d never let anything happen to any of them and gets anxious if she’s kept separated from them for too long. If not for Agustín, she would have adopted all three of her nieces at this point. She has lashed out many time as random townspeople - though they haven’t directly hurt the children, probably said something slightly insulting to them - feeling she has to defend them. She drinks more than she use to, but it is not anywhere near concerning. Just something Félix keeps an eye on.

Isabela, outwardly, appears to be fine. She’s a very good actress and hides a lot of her inner pain. In saying that, she can easily fire up if someone gets too close for comfort - particularly with men. She’s not great with handling compliments about her appearance either, if it’s from someone outside the family. She struggles with developing romantic/sexual relationships, especially elements of physicality, even though she wants to because of her trauma.

Mirabel is also doing fairly well. Aside from her normal anxiety (albeit elevated because of her trauma), she isn’t as troubled as some of the family. She’s very concerned for the others and tries to be as supportive as she can for them, unintentionally/intentionally shoving her own emotions and thoughts to the side. She’s not very good at taking time for herself. She’s not good with confrontation, violence or anger, and is especially poor with receiving medical care because of the experiments she endured.

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto centre au #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #pepa madrigal