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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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Distractions (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

a/n: I’m not really proud of this one, but hope you’ll like it

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"Take my hand"

"W-what?"

"Take my hand! Am I speaking Chinese or what, papi?" you rolled your eyes "trae pa’ca"

Bruno flinched when you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. Your best friend was about to ask you what was the matter when he noticed a few guys coming up to you with flowers and what appeared to be chocolates. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as well and pressed himself closer to you.

Since you and your family moved into Encanto a few months ago, one of the first things that became obvious was that you would have a long line of suitors until you got married. He didn't really blame all those guys, you really were beautiful and your usual attire (high heels, black stockings, knee length dresses and your cute glasses) just highlighted your beauty. But that didn't mean it wasn't annoying when those idiots interrupted your time with your best friend.

Bruno knew that despite everything, he had to keep up appearances, for the honor of the family, no matter how many jokes and cruel comments people threw at him. However, he allowed himself to be selfish with you. You were his first and only friend, the only one besides his sisters who didn't seem afraid of him, and he wasn't about to let some fools who couldn't take no for an answer ruin your day.

"If only they would learn and at least have the decency not to bring wine chocolates" you muttered, looking at one of the boxes they were carrying "then maybe I'd consider paying attention to them"

"Just to take away the chocolates, right?" he knowingly asked

"You get me, Brunito" you laughed

You two smiled knowingly when the men stopped when they noticed you holding hands. The town's outcast and the most coveted girl? they definitely did not expect it.

Too bad your fun didn't last long. Bruno felt it a few seconds before, but he didn't manage to help you in time. While you walked away, your shoe hit a stone and before you knew it, you were falling flat on your face, your hand still entwined with Bruno's, pulling him with you.

You two rolled together until a wall stopped you. You ended up on top of him and you guys looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.

"You two can't stay out of trouble for long, huh?"

You and Bruno turned to meet your two older siblings. Oh, yes, your older brother Agustín, walking disaster (just like you, but you did it with style) and Julieta Madrigal's official simp, and the brunette herself.

"I'm sorry, Juli, but if you steal my brother, it's only fair that I steal yours" you said, accepting the hand that she offered you.

You didn't notice the way the healer's cheeks reddened as you stood up and stood very close to her, but Bruno definitely did. Julieta simply offered you an arepa and looked away.

"I didn't steal anyone" she said

"Hey, Gus gets hurt, he goes for your magic food, you two talk for hours. That counts as stealing him for me" you shrugged.

Your brother watched the oldest triplet while you cut your arepa in half to share with Bruno. He knew that he couldn't say anything if he didn't want to face Julieta's anger, but inside, he wanted so badly to tell you that the reason the two of them talked so much was to share things about you.

He knew that his friend was madly in love with you, just as he was with Bruno. But neither of them had the courage to say anything, so they were content to talk to each other about their siblings. Cowardly move, perhaps, but it was what they had.

"But hey! It's okay" you said when you finished swallowing "at least you're all mine tomorrow" you winked at her

"E-excuse me?" Julieta stuttered

"...you did tell her, didn't you, Gus?" you looked at your brother accusingly

Agustin's eyes widened as the three of you looked at him. He facepalmed and you heard him mutter something about being a jerk and that he had forgotten.

"Sorry, Y/N, we were-"

"Busy?" you smiled "Ay Agustín" you rolled your eyes with affection

Your brother blushed deeply and mumbled another apology. In his defense, Julieta had been telling him a cute story about Bruno and he hadn't had the head to remember what he was supposed to ask the brunette.

"I got lost" Bruno said

"Mom sent Gus to ask Julieta if she could teach me how to cook tomorrow" you explained

"T-teach you how to cook?" she asked nervously

"Yes, my parents want to start looking for a husband for me" you rolled your eyes

Julieta felt her heart breaking at your words. Husband. She was running out of time! She had to quickly think of a way to confess her feelings to you before losing you.

A part of her told her that she was being silly, she shouldn't even count herself among your options. She was a woman! Of course neither her mother nor your parents would approve... but she could dream, right?

“So…are you free tomorrow?” you asked when she didn’t answer “because if not I can tell my parents that you-”

“No, no! It's ok. I’ll tell mom first but yeah, I’m free” she quickly said, making you jump a little.

“Excellent! Thank you Julita” you smiled “I promise not to burn anything…or at least try not to”

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You did burn something. Everything, actually.

“H-how…how did you manage to burn the salad?!” Julieta looked at you with disbelief

“...natural talent” you joked and smiled at her.

From the moment the brunette put a foot on your house, she knew this was going to be hard for her. You decided to wear that pretty dress of yours, the one that fit so snugly against your body and made her cheeks instantly burn. She had tried not to look too much, but it had been impossible and on more than one occasion you had caught her looking at your chest. You didn't comment anything, but suddenly you were sticking closer to her and your hands brushed her hip.

You were driving her crazy.

"See? That's why I burned the salad" you said, snapping her out of her thoughts

"W-what?" she stammered, she didn't realize when you had gotten so close.

"You're not paying attention to me" you said "You're supposed to be the teacher, Juli, but if you don't pay attention, these things happen"

"Are you blaming me for burning the salad?"

"Obviously" you smirked "although I wonder...what is it that has you so distracted?"

Julieta swallowed hard and was sure her dark skin no longer hid her blush. She tried to get away from you, but little by little you managed to corner her between your body and the sink. She really tried not to think about how cute you were, looking at her from behind those glasses.

"Y/N"

"Yes?"

The healer tried to find her voice, but her breath was missing and her legs were getting weaker as you pressed against her. She really, really shouldn't be thinking about the way your breasts felt against hers, or how your breath tickled her neck.

"The cat ate your tongue?" you whispered

The truth was, there was only one reason you were doing all this, throwing yourself at her without shame: Bruno had given you a vision first thing in the morning, a few hours before Julieta arrived. You had not been able to avoid the cry of happiness that you had given and since then you tried to quickly reach that part of the vision.

Which would be easier if she stopped running from you.

"Y/N, I think we should focus"

"I'm focused" you said "...just not on the food"

Julieta felt her heart stop when you leaned closer to her and your lips brushed her ear. That was how she was going to die? Pressed against the sink and having a heart attack?

"I can think of better things to do right now"

"We shouldn't" she muttered "your parents…this is all to find you a husband, remember?"

You pulled back a little so you could meet her eyes and carefully lifted her chin.

"And who said I wanted a husband?" you asked

"W-what?"

Just as she looked at you with those big teary eyes and a hint of hope, Bruno's vision came into your mind and you knew it was time to make it come true. You didn't give her time to react, you just closed your eyes and let your lips seal with hers.

The little gasp of surprise she let out, you expected. But for you to break her... that wasn't part of the plan.

#reader insert #x reader #julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal preference #encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #Agustín x bruno #if you look closely

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camilosnovia · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a reader who is apart of the madrigals, but they are adopted? Reader doesn't feel like apart of the family but the madrigals reassure them that family isn't defined by blood

Found Family

Note: This request is so cute, I hope you like it💕

Pairs: Madrigals x Adopted!Reader

Platonic!

Genre: Fluff and a bit of angst.

You are pathetic.

Worthless.

You don’t fit in.

You’ll never fit in.

Don’t you dare call yourself a Madrigal.

The voices in your head wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard you try.

You always try to distract yourself from the voices, like doing embroidery or or playing the guitar.

But it’s no use, it kept going and going.

Days tuned to weeks and weeks tuned to months, the voices still wouldn’t stop.

It was breakfast, you and your "family" were eating. Of course, as usual, Camilo went overboard.

"If you are going to have all that, you better eat all of it." Félix warned his oldest son.

"Yeah yeah, don’t worry pops, I won’t waste a single one." Camilo reassured his father.

You however, were staring at your food.

"{Name}, why aren’t you eating? Is everything alright?" Your foster mom Julieta asked.

All eyes of the Madrigals were on you, some in confusion, concern and worry.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was in my own world." You told them, but in reality you were just trying to shut the voices up.

They don’t care about you

You aren’t a Madrigal

You don’t have their blood

They are better off without you

However one Madrigal was not convinced.

You guessed it, our main character in the movie.

The infamous Mirabel Madrigal.

And she was going to find out what bothered you.

Later in the afternoon, Mirabel went to the nursery where you and her slept.

Since you don’t have a gift, you were put in the nursery.

Mirabel knocked on the door.

"Guess who!~" She singsonged, you clearly know who it was.

You the chuckle "Perhaps a fifteen-year-old girl named Mirabel Madrigal?"

The third daughter of the second oldest of the Madrigal triplets burst into the room pointing fingers at you with a smile.

"You guessed it!"

"What’s this about?" You questioned.

"Well, a little birdie told me that something was bothering, and seriously one of Antonio’s birds told him and he told me."

"So what’s bothering you hermana?" Mirabel asked.

"I just- I don’t feel like I belong in this family, out there in the pueblo are so many people that are dreaming to be part of the famous Madrigals, I feel really left out because we don’t share the same blood." You admitted and Mirabel had a look of sympathy.

"{Name}, that’s not true. Sure that people in the community wish that they shared the same blood as us, but you belong in this family. Same blood or not you are still family."

You felt the tears kicking in and you immediately hugged Mirabel, which she gladly returned.

"Isa told us that we should have a girls night in her room, wanna join?" She asked.

"Of course" You felt better already when Mirabel cheered you up.

But what was the best thing?

The voices finally stopped.

#encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #abuela madrigal

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dontspillthefrijoles43 · 2 years

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Una canto de una voz a tus oídos, luego a tu corazón

Prologue - Birthday party jitters...and set ups?

Word count: 1196

Warnings: slight angst

Summary of chapter: With the annual birthday party of the triplets, Alma decides that she wants Bruno to start courting. Bruno not really understanding the concept of courting, only knowing that he has to socialize: he comes to two people that he hopes will fix his problem.

Likes ❤️ , reblogs 🔁 and comments 💬 are much appreciated :)

October 17, 1920- quarter past noon

Everyone knows the story of The Madrigals. How one tragic event led to something so wondrous and magical- a miracle!

With time the miracle grew and prospered. It blessed the merchant - Alma and her children with gifts. Unbelievably unique abilities. Julieta with healing foods, Pepa with her weather manipulation, and Bruno with the sight of the future.

Because of Alma Madrigal, Encanto had become something no one would have ever expected.

Today was the anniversary of that day. And the triplets' birthdays. A fiesta, that all of Encanto was invited to, was in place for tonight. The triplets were turning 19. They were very excited about it.

Well, at least Pepa and Julieta.

Bruno…not so much.

Not only because there were going to be people in their house. And not only because people don’t usually tend to like him. (And like is an understatement). But mostly because his sisters were spending the night with their engaged novios.

Leaving him all by himself

Which led him to now up on a hill: Where Agustín and Félix were chopping wood. He came to them for a solution.

“Bruno. I don’t think it would be a …particularly good idea… for you to be the third wheel for us today.” Agustín advised, trying not to be too honest.

“I-I didn’t say I was third-wheeling.” He protested, “I just wanna hang out with you guys.”

“Third-wheeling.” Félix and Agustín sighed in illusion.

“…Lo sé.” Bruno hung his head with a groan, “It’s not like I wanted to be a third wheel. Especially since you guys are cariñosos- ugh! -But mamá won’t let me hideout. She wants me to socialize. Talk. Dance. And the only chance I have is with you guys.”

“First of all, we are the right amount of cariñoso.” Agustín argued, “And second, all she wants you to do is socialize?”

“Sí. She says I should put myself out there. Make a good impression. So I can be noticed other than my visions. They already have enough attention.” He scratched at his knuckles, “Maybe even dance a little. Or dance with someone.”

“Espere. It sounds like she wants you to present yourself. ” Agustín hummed, placing the ax on the tree stump, “You know- as an available suitor…”

Confusion was written all over Bruno's face. Then Félix shot up and grabbed Bruno’s shoulders, shaking them, “Eso es!”.

“Q-Q-Qué?” He stuttered with a dizzy stare at Félix.

“Alma wants you to start courting!” Félix yelled excitedly, “Isn’t that Bueno?! You’re going to meet el amor de tu vida. Bruno-Hermano-THAT 'S GREAT! ” He rambled on about how fantastic it was.

Bruno’s face paled as realization kicked in. He swallowed nervously, “No no no no! No es bein!”

“¿Por qué?” Agustín asked with genuine curiosity, “I’m sure some lucky lady would want to mingle with you.”

“¡Porque soy yo!” His thumb jerked to point at his chest, “Soy mal. Soy mala suerte. I just- I don’t know how…I have nothing good to offer.”

“Ay Bruno es mierda!” Félix cut in, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Those rumors are nothing but miérda. Los chismosos no saben lo que es verdad.”

He pulled on the green threads wisping out of his poncho, not directly meeting Félix’s eyes.

“He 's right, you know.” Bruno turned to Agustín anxiety laced in his face. “Solo sabes lo que es verdad sobre ti.”

Bruno let the words sink into his brain: Going to the party wouldn’t have been so bad. Still people have been avoiding him for awhile -only coming for visions absolutely necessary. Would there be a chance that someone would want to be with him?

Most likely not. But he shouldn’t disappoint. At least try.

That’s what mamí asked. Practically begging him to try. Agustín and Félix also had a point.

But how could He know what’s true about himself? If there was already an idea of him?

The cursed Bruno madrigal. Mala suerte. He twists the future and everything bad happens to you.

His plagued eyes that see nothing but misfortunes.

He can make you bald and kill your pets. Bruno madrigal the-

“Bruno…” Agustín starts, already knowing what he was thinking about, “If it bugs you that much we’ll let you hang out. Don’t worry about third-wheeling.”

“¿Estas suegro?” He was quick to question, “I don’t want to ruin your guys’ date. And you know… I think I can handle it. I just gotta find someone to talk to- if anyone would talk to me. Or dance. I’m sure I am out of practice -but hey I can figure it out! I just gotta..put on the old madrigal charm? Heh”

A light bulb lit in Fèlix’s brain. “What if we helped you?”

“Huh?” Both of them turn to him.

“What if we help him, get introduced to someone at the party.” Félix grinned, “Give him pointers, show him how to charm, be flirty-”

Bruno choked on his own spit, cheeks burning. “I think charming is enough.”

“Sí, Sí. Whatever works for you. But we gotta get you outta that old thing” He pointed at the worn out ruana, “And fix that.” His eyes trailed upwards.

“Why? What’s wrong with my hair?” Bruno tugged the tangled and frizzy strands.

“It uhm needs a little trim and brush. Also when was the last time you shaved?” Agustín spoke up, “It’s not a full beard. But your face looks like un durazno.”

Bruno scratched at his patchy chin awkwardly, “I thought it made me look grown.”

“Righhhht.” Fèlix dragged on, “It does it does. Tienes que arreglarlo. But we can’t work here- unless you want to shave with an axe -Bruno shook his head quickly- “Ok vamo, vamo. Let’s spruce you up a bit Hermano. I’m sure all the ladies will be all over you then.”

“Uh well I dunno know. It won’t be too much? I can ask Casita to make a secret passage for me. Like when you guys would sneak in to see Pepa and Julieta.” He cringed when they turned at him as if to say ‘You knew about that?’

“Look, hermano . We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” Agustín reassured, “But if you think it would work, we’d be willing to help.”

He pondered for a moment, twisting the cross that dangled over his neck. He wouldn’t be by himself if he had their help, granted he won’t be able to hide out with them.

But maybe if mamá did see him trying she’d let him off the hook. So he won’t get stuck in a party all by himself, he won’t ruin his sisters’ dates, and he’d be able to go back to his room if this will work. Hopefully mamí would finally let courting be off the table for a while.

“What do you say Cuñado ?” Agustín and Félix waited patiently for him to answer

“Meh.” Bruno simply put and that was enough for

Félix to start dragging him off the hill. “VAMOS A CASITA! Don’t worry Hermano, you’re in very good hands.”

Agustín followed along, trying not to trip with all the logs in his arms.

He really hoped this was a good idea.

Translations :

Lo sé - I know

cariñosos- affectionate

Espere- wait

Eso es - that’s it

Qué-what

el amor de tu vida - Love of your life

Hermano - Brother

Cuñado- Brother in law

Por qué- Why?

Porque soy yo- Because I’m me

Soy mal- I’m bad

mala suerte - bad luck

es mierda - it’s bullshit

Los chismosos no saben lo que es verdad - Those gossipers don’t know what’s true

Solo sabes lo que es verdad sobre ti - Only you know what’s true about yourself

Estas seguro- are you sure

un durazno - a peach (meant it as peach fuzz)

Tienes que arreglarlo - You gotta fix it

Vamo- let’s go

(A/N: prologue of the Bruno fic, reposted from my main blog)

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naoko-world · 2 years

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OK today is now Sushi day! Organized by @hectic-hector based on an idea by the wonderful @thecrazyashley-blog!

I wrote a bit of something for the occasion! A ficlet, related to Bruno's fangirl, with Perlita making the Madrigal discovering Sushi. Because honestly it was appropriate since I doubt the Madrigals ever saw Sushi, and Perlita directly comes from our world so she knows what it is and probably like it.

Enjoy!

You can find it on Ao3 in english here and in french here

No warning. Fluff.

978 words

Sushi time at the campsite

Summary: One day at the campsite, Perlita decided it's time for the Madrigals to discover Sushi.

One day during lunchtime, at the campsite, Perlita decided that the Madrigals needed to discover other kinds of tastes, starting with sushi!

This is how she ended up placing a tray full of these delicacies before the fire, Julieta standing beside her, in front of the dumbfounded faces of the family. She couldn't wait to have their opinion on these! When she and Julieta made them at a villager's house, the healer didn't seem convinced, always asking her about if she was sure of her recipe. She happily answered that, of course, she was sure! She was trusting her memory from when she made some at school, and she knew they'd love them! Everyone loves Sushi!

Bruno was the first to talk, asking with suspicion “Corazón...What is that?”

“That? They’re sushi.”

“What is su-chi?"

She thought for a moment, wondering how to answer properly, before smiling and answering “They’re food from a country called Japan in East Asia, situated on an Island with a lot of earthquakes!” Then, she added with confidence “They're good! And they’re actually really expensive over there!”

“These things are actually expensive?” answered Bruno with surprise, pointing at the goods.

“Yes! In Japan they are!”

Then, Perlita stretched her hand toward Agustín, who gave her the chopsticks she asked him to make. The day before, she had drawn what the cutleries should look like so that he could try to make them with wood. She heard he got help from Luisa and Isabela, which is a good thing since the results were chopsticks very close to what Perlita was used to. She watched them with pride, while she was given one twin by Madrigal, keeping one for herself so she could taste them too.

Then, she used those to take one one sushi and hold it to Bruno, all while smiling and saying in an adoring tone "Open your mouth Amor!"

He obeyed, an amused look on his face, letting his girlfriend put the rice and raw fish in his mouth. Then, he closed it to chew, while all the worried eyes were turned to him, waiting for his opinion on it. All besides Camilo, who looked ready to throw his best punchlines for when he’ll eventually spit it in disgust. He won’t though, Perlita was sure of it! Because sushi is delicious and she had the help of the best cook in the entire Encanto!

Her certainty got confirmed by Bruno’s face, which shifted from worry to beaming, exclaiming “That’s good!”

“Huh? Really?” asked Isabela with surprise.

“Yeah! Not the best thing but it's definitely edible!”

Mirabel used her chopsticks to pick one up and put it in her mouth, chewing it a bit before confirming “Oh yeah! That’s good! I would even say delicious!”

It pushed the rest of the family to take one too, most of them beaming once they could taste it, making Perlita feel very proud of herself and her memories of her school days. Well, some of them, as Félix, were making sceptical faces while some others, as Alma, were looking disgusted, but the majority seemed to love sushi.

Once there was none left, Bruno took Perlita in his arms to kiss her forehead, making her giggle, before asking "Mi reina, how come you come up with this kind of surprise?"

"They're from my world Mi rey!" she answered with a big smile. "And I'm lucky I have a good memory."

Agustín questioned her "You said they are from-?"

"From Japan! An island in Asia where-"

"What is Asia?" Luisa interrupted her.

Perlita sighed, feeling how hard it'd be to answer, especially with her limited knowledge. She felt she had to, however since she could feel Alma's stare on her, and her mischievous smile showing she actually knew the answer but wanted to know how she'd do, which was putting pressure on her to try.

Well...Let's start then! "Ah...Well hum..”

She glanced at Bruno, hoping having him in her sight would inspire her. Well, she wasn’t certain it was because of that but afterwards the idea she could start by a parallel with what they already know came to her mind as she was explaining “You agree that here we're in Colombia, on the South America continent?"

They nodded, inciting her to continue with more confidence "In the world you have five continents. One of them is Asia, which has a lot of countries such as China, India, Iran, Russia, Indonesia, Vietnam, and Japan."

"The one Sushi comes from!" noted Pepa.

Perlita nodded "The same one! For what I know of it’s a really old and traditional dish made by hand by some kind of Sushi masters so, nowadays, they’re considered a luxury over there."

"They really use these things?" asked Camilo, showing the chopsticks with an annoyed frown. "They ain't really practical."

"Most countries from East Asia do use them", confirmed Perlita.

“And they didn’t think about changing for something easier to handle?”

“Oh you know,” she smiles. “I just think they are used to it and didn’t feel the need to change.”

“Well, I can understand them!” claimed Isabela with a sassy face. “It’s pretty neat!”

They all watched her as she juggled the chopsticks onto her hand, clearly having fun handling them. Perlita thought she never saw someone be this much at ease with them. Mirabel tried to imitate her but made them fall on the ground with a grimace., making some of her family members chuckle. When most tried themselves though, none was able to do better than Mirabel. Camilo, for example, even managed to do worse by making his chopsticks fly toward the fire, where they got consumed.

With a laugh, Perlita promised them: "Next time I'll make you taste other dishes from my world!"

Bruno kissed her near the ear while giving her an appreciative squeeze against his chest.

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kai-kat · 2 years

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WHO WANTS TO JOIN MY GAY DISCORD SERVER WITH GAY PEOPLE

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sillysnack · 2 years

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nurse you back to health

💟 (x reader, romantic)

pair: camilo madrigal / reader

prns used: she/her (3rd person)

requested, masterlist here (for screenreaders click on the 1st mention of the word masterlist)

dt @kissingharu @kuhmeelo

a/n: back from the dead 🙇‍♀️ knocks on the camilo madrigal x reader tag... also i dont speak spanish! all spanish sentences are translated with google translate

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Pepa sighs as she holds up one of Julieta’s arepas. “Ay, Camilo. Deja de ser tan terco. (Ay, Camilo. Stop being so stubborn.)” Camilo shakes his head. “You said there’s a first for everything.”

Pepa rolls her eyes. “Not for stuff like this! You need to eat your tia’s food to feel better. Y/N’s worried about you.” Camilo’s eyes light up. “Where is she?” Pepa answers him, “She’s just outside your room.”

“Tell her to come in!”

The door swings open and Y/N enters, holding a sunflower with its stem slightly cut at a length appropriate to tuck a flower in one's ear. “Hola… didn’t know what to bring because I assumed you’d already eaten one of your Tia Julieta’s arepas.” Pepa clicks her tongue. “Even soy novia wants you to get better already!”

Camilo stays quiet for a minute, his eyes widen as if a light bulb appeared above him and then he talks, “What if she takes care of me?” Pepa furrows her eyebrows and it starts to get windy in Camilo’s room. “¿Quieres que ella haga de 'doctor' para ti? Dios, ¿así es el amor en estos días? (You want her to play 'doctor' for you? God, is this what love is these days?)”

Julieta walks in Camilo’s room, overhearing the conversation and taking any opportunity to tease her hermanita. “Atrevido de tu parte hablar así del amor juvenil como si no hicieras lo mismo con Félix cuando éramos más jóvenes. (Bold of you to talk about young love like that as if you didn't do the same with Félix when we were younger.)”

Pepa’s cheeks turn red as she glares at her sister, the wind in Camilo’s room is getting stronger. “¿Qué estás haciendo aquí? ¿No tienes comida para hacer? (What are you doing here? Don't you have food to make?)” Julieta winks at her. “Estoy tomando un descanso del trabajo. (I’m taking a break from work.)”

Julieta turns to Camilo. “I heard you want Y/N to take care of you.” He nods. Y/N takes a quick breath before talking, “It’s fine with me. I think it’d be fun actually.” Julieta smiles at them. The wind in Camilo’s room starts to die down as Pepa takes deep breaths. “It’s okay too, si estoy siendo honest. (if I’m being honest.) You just didn’t have to be so stubborn a minute ago if all you wanted was to be spoiled by soy novia.”

“Mami!” Camilo tries to stop the blood rushing to his face and fails. Pepa grins. “I’m not wrong, am I?” He reluctantly shakes his head. Y/N smiles and tucks the flower in Camilo’s ear. “It’s okay, it’ll only take a few days since it looks like Camilo only has a small fever.”

Julieta crosses her arms with a nod. “Si. It’s worse than the other things I’ve seen that needed to be healed. Por ejemplo, las picaduras de abeja de mi marido. (For example, my husband's bee stings.)” A smile makes its way to her face as she recalls Agustín’s multiple encounters with bees.

Pepa sighs as she turns to Y/N with worry on her face. “What if you get sick too and both of your conditions get worse?” Julieta answers for the young couple, “I’ll give them both something to eat. Don’t worry, Pepa. We’re here to take care of them from afar.”

Y/N quietly calls for Julieta and Pepa. “Hola… is it okay if I spend the night here while I’m taking care of Camilo?” They both nod in response. Pepa adds on, “We’ll tell your family all about it, I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“¡Ay, muchas gracias!”

Pepa pats Y/N on the shoulder. “It’s nothing. Thank you for taking care of my son.” Y/N smiles at Julieta and Pepa as the two walk out and hears them whispering to each other.

“Your son has a nice girlfriend, doesn’t he?”

“Si. Ella y Camilo son una pareja hecha en el cielo. (She and Camilo are a match made in heaven.)”

Y/N leans on the door after closing it, heat rushing to her face. She smiles to herself as she not-so-discreetly repeats Pepa’s statement about her and Camilo, “She said we’re a match made in heaven. Oh my God, I think I’m going to catch a fever too.”

…Y/N wasn’t so discreet about her excitement.

“Mami’s right, you know?” Camilo approaches Y/N and pinches her face. Y/N notices how the corners of his eyes wrinkle up as Camilo smiles. Her eyes widen in realisation and she quickly places her hand over her mouth, covering her whole face shortly after. “Was I too loud?”

Camilo shakes his head, a different smile tugs at his lips, this one’s playful, it’s teasing her, and it brings butterflies to Y/N’s stomach; different to the soft and affectionate one her boyfriend wore earlier– but nonetheless brought butterflies to her stomach.

Camilo plays with Y/N’s hair while talking, “You weren’t too loud, but I heard you. We are a perfect match.” He removes the flower she gave him earlier and admires it, twirling it in his hand.

Camilo clicks his tongue before talking, “Okay, maybe you were kind of loud. Well, I don’t know, I was able to hear it…” He clears his throat before transforming into Y/N. He mimics the way she repeated his mother’s statement with an exaggerated sigh, “She said we’re a match made in heaven.”

The shapeshifter tucks the flower in Y/N’s hair, “Now you be me. Pretend I’m sick.”

She nods and starts coughing. “Woe is me. I don’t want to eat free food because I want my girlfriend to take care of me.”

Camilo turns back into himself and furrows his eyebrows, placing his hands on his waist. “I don’t sound like that.”

Y/N does the same and mocks his voice, “I don’t sound like that.”

Camilo rolls his eyes before he and Y/N burst out laughing as they make eye contact.

“Are you sure you’re sick?” Camilo nods. “Check the forehead.” Y/N raises her eyebrows before placing the back of her hand on Camilo’s forehead. “Dios mío, ¿cómo sigues siendo tan enérgico? (Dios mio, how are you still so energetic?)” He rapidly shapeshifts into multiple people in between words, his father first, “I,” then Antonio, “don’t,” and his sister last, “know!”, before turning back into himself.

Y/N sighs. “Okay, now what? I don’t think you’re allowed to go out or to do any strenuous activities…”

Camilo groans. “Bed rest? That sucks.” Y/N shrugs. “You need it. Plus, there’s tons of indoor activities we could do that I’m pretty su–” her sentence is interrupted, “I’d enjoy doing anything as long as it’s with you.” Camilo smiles at Y/N.

The girl stands still, and speechless. “I was… I was going to suggest we paint the view from here…” Camilo smiles smugly and says, “Then get ready to see your face painted by a master artist.” He winks after. Y/N stares at him in disbelief. “Whatever! I’ll ask Dolores for her painting materials.” She walks away from Camilo’s room and makes her way to Dolores’s room.

Y/N taps the door three times with one finger. “Dolores?” She whispers, “I’m not sure if you’ve heard but, I was thinking that Camilo and I could borrow painting materials to… paint?” She doesn’t hear much from the other side of the door, but she’s sure that Dolores is gathering stuff for Y/N and Camilo to use.

Y/N’s right. The door opens and Dolores hands a bag of painting supplies to Y/N. “Enjoy, you two.” Y/N smiles at Dolores and replies, “We will. Gracias again to your family for letting me stay.”

Dolores chuckles. “It’s nothing. You’re part of the family now.” Y/N physically stops herself from squealing. She takes a deep breath. “Thank you.”

Y/N gradually dashes to Camilo’s room. She opens the door and quickly closes it. “Are you ready to paint?” Camilo nods. “Anything to do until you’re better.” Y/N kisses Camilo on the cheek. The two sit on the floor, cross-legged.

Y/N takes out the contents of the bag excitedly. “I’m going to paint flowers. Like the one Isabela makes.” Camilo smiles and looks for paintbrushes he could use. “Nice. And I’m going to make my favourite flower.”

Y/N’s raises an eyebrow, “What’s your favourite flower?” Camilo caresses her hair, and the flower tucked in her ear. “You.”

#encanto #encanto requests #Camilo Madrigal x y/n #camilo madrigal x reader #dolores madrigal #encanto fic #encanto x reader

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sundaybee · 2 years

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One More Time (Julieta x Fem!Reader) Pt 1

As always I am not a native Spanish speaker, so if I butchered a sentence or word let me know so I may correct it.

This one ended up being super long so I hope it’s something you all find worth reading.

Part 1 of 20

Pt 2

I did not make the gif.

Things to note: Julieta is a widow. Reader is 30. Talks about depression early on.

Please don’t tear it apart too harshly!

The night Agustín died was the night Julieta became dead inside. Her husband, her other half, her Agustín was gone and here she was, taking another breath as if her whole world hadn’t just ended.

She tried her best to be strong for her daughters. Her headstrong Isabela, her soft hearted Luisa, and her baby Mirabel needed her to be both mother and father now. The brunette had never been more thankful to have a home filled with family because when her depression overtook her and she couldn’t find the strength to get out of bed her sister would love on her girls. Make sure they were eating and thriving as best as they could under the circumstances.

Over the course of a month Julieta tried to pretend she was okay, but she was an open book and everyone could see she wasn’t. Her daughters were slowly smiling again, finding joy with their cousins, in gardening, in sewing, in working out. Julieta was thankful for it, but everything she did reminded her of her sweet husband and the hole in her heart.

She had tried, she had really tried. Alma Madrigal, matriarch of the family, had convinced her to cook for the town. After a month and some days without the magical food provided by the healer the town was struggling with their injuries and illness. So Julieta focused on her cooking and went to town. The first person who came up to her, her eyes filled with tears.

The man was swollen from the familiar poison of bee stings. Julieta could only see her husband's goofy smile as he waved his puffy hand at her and she couldn’t handle the vision. Shoving the food into the man’s hands she ran.

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“Welcome! I’ll be right there!” You called out. You were perched on a rolling ladder stacking books on a high shelf.

You were the owner of Palabras Suaves, the local bookshop in town. It had been in the family since your grandmother was a child, and now at the age of thirty you had been running it successfully for years.

This shop was your pride and joy. You never married, never had children, and your parents passed six years ago. Your father of illness and your mother of a broken heart. You had sought comfort from your then fiancé at the time but finding him in bed with your supposed best friend left a sour taste in your mouth. So despite being alone you had your shop and you were happy.

After placing the final book you jumped from the ladder and rounded the narrow aisle.

“What can I do for you?” You asked with a smile, but quickly the smile dropped when you saw the distressed Madrigal.

Everyone in town knew the Madrigals, they were practically royalty and served the community from the kindness of their hearts. Everyone also knew that Julieta Madrigal, the eldest daughter of their leader, was a recent widow.

“Señora Madrigal, are you alright?” You hurried to her side. You took note of the woman and how frail and broken she looked. You gently took her arm and led her to one of the various overstuffed chairs scattered along the shop.

“Lo siento I didn’t mean to intrude.” Julieta managed to get out in between deep breaths and tears. She wasn’t even sure which shop she had run into. Her brain told her to escape and here she was.

“You have not in the slightest.” You replied and sat the older woman down. Her hands were trembling and you quickly figured the poor woman was having a panic attack.

You were all too familiar with that feeling and despite the progress you had made to rid yourself of them completely you knew they would always be lurking. You took the brunette's hand and placed it on your chest and you placed hers on hers, your hands on top of both. You pressed slightly to apply pressure.

“Señora, please focus as best as you can on me and my breathing.”

You took a deep breath, held for three seconds, and released. You continued to repeat the pattern over and over until finally Julieta began to match it.

“Sí just like that.” You encouraged the healer.

Minutes passed and soon Julieta was able to regain control over herself. Once her hand stopped trembling against your chest you felt confident and released her.

“¡Dios mío, me da vergüenza!” Julieta said, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that that had happened in public.

“Don’t be. Our emotions are best to be felt instead of bottled up.” You said and offered her a smile.

Julieta blinked in surprise but quickly glanced away. She was embarrassed that she couldn’t place your face. She couldn’t remember you gracing her line and you had never been to casita for a vision.

“Let me get you some coffee.” You said, and before she could protest you were already gone.

Julieta took the moment of silence to glance around. The book cases were tall and overflowing. The room had a warm vanilla fragrance and there was soft music playing she hadn’t noticed before. It was all soothing.

It finally dawned on her where she was. Palabras Suaves hadn’t been frequented by the brunette in many many years, but she remembered the times she spent bringing her daughters to come pick out books. Mirabel had become especially fond of the store after her failed gift ceremony.

“I can read all the stories about heroes and magic powers.” Her then five year old had announced.

Julieta couldn’t help but smile slightly at the memory. She didn’t remember you though. She remembered Señora Y/L/N always treating her and her daughter well. She had been distraught when the woman had passed away from something she couldn’t heal. She was learning how deadly a broken heart could really be. It took a few extra moments but finally Julieta connected the dots. You were Señora Y/L/N’s daughter Y/N.

She felt foolish that she hadn’t figured it out sooner. She recalled you as a teenager fluttering around the store whenever she brought her girls. You were older than all her daughters and Isabela at the time would follow you around the shop, indulging in having an older girl to admire.

Julieta now remembered seeing you at both funerals. How small and empty you looked.

“Here, drink.” You instructed upon return, snapping Julieta out of the memory. Julieta gratefully took the mug from you as you sat in the overly stuffed chair across from her.

She couldn’t remember the last time someone made her a cup of coffee. She looked into the dark liquid, catching her blurry reflection. She could only imagine how she looked.

“Gracias Señorita Y/L/N, you are too kind.” Julieta said, glancing back up at the woman before her.

Taking a moment the healer studied your features. You had a mountain of thick curly dark hair pulled back with a maroon bandana. Your eyes were dark and piecing and your skin tone was maybe half a shade lighter than her own. You had grown into a lovely woman.

“You do not need to thank me for showing simple kindness, and por favor, call me Y/N.” You replied with a smile. Julieta nodded slightly at you and sipped the warm liquid.

Now it was your turn to study the older woman and you couldn’t help but frown. Her eyes looked so hollow and empty, her skin didn’t have a healthy glow, and she looked frail and too skinny. In the weeks leading up to your own mothers death she looked just like the woman before you. It made your stomach flip in an uncomfortable way.

“Can I get you something to eat?” You asked, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress tightly.

Julieta wanted to decline, and she was about to when she noticed your hands. They were clenched so tightly and your lips were but a thin line at that moment. So she offered you a small smile and nodded.

“Gracias, I appreciate your hospitality.”

You didn’t realize the breath you were holding until you released it. You smiled and excused yourself only to return moments later with a plate of cookies.

“They might not have healing properties but they are pretty good.” You teased the woman who stared at the plate before finally taking a cookie and forcing herself to eat.

Julieta blinked in surprise with how good the treat was. It was soft and extra chocolatey.

“You’re right this is really good!” She said and scarfed it down. She didn’t realize just how hungry she had been until she finished her fourth.

You sat quietly, smiling at the woman as she ate. If she was eating then she would be okay. Your mother had refused food, refused anything, and when she finally became too weak you knew her goodbyes were about to be final.

“Lo siento I didn’t mean to eat them all.” Julieta blushed with embarrassment.

While she couldn’t remember the last time someone made her coffee she knew no one had made her, or even offered her anything to eat in over thirty years. She shifted uncomfortably at the thought.

“I offered them to you, I wanted you to eat them all.” You said, studying the woman before her.

“My condolences for your loss. Señor Madrigal was a very kind man.” You said to the woman after an awkward moment of silence.

Julieta went tense when you offered her sympathy. After the first few initial days people offered the same statement, but soon people stopped. She couldn’t blame them, they couldn’t say such things for the rest of their lives.

“He once saw me struggling to put up a new bookcase and offered his services. He then fell from that ladder after insisting on stocking the shelves for me.” You fondly remembered. It was shortly after your father had died and you were struggling to do the things he normally did for you. You must have looked so pathetic back then.

Julieta remembered the day he came home all banged up, she had just assumed he had been helping your mother.

“He was always getting hurt trying to help others.” Julieta said. Her hollow eyes becoming a bit more lifelike. You took a quick assessment and continued.

“He actually came back the next day and insisted on finishing the task. I tried to tell him it wasn’t necessary but he hopped right back onto the ladder and finished the job.”

Julieta was gripping the mug intensely as she drank in every word you said. No one wanted to talk about Agustín, in fear of upsetting her, but it was the only thing she wanted to do. Think about her sweet husband and tell stories. She had been shut down so many times and while she knew people thought they were doing the right thing, trying to avoid the ache, she so desperately needed this conversation.

“That’s the kind of man he was. Always willing to help anyone that needed it. Or didn’t need it.” Julieta chuckled softly. You smiled brightly at her.

“Both my mother and father always spoke fondly of the Madrigal family. I can still hear my mother raving about your family's kindness.”

“We are glad to be helpful to our community.” Julieta said thinking of her own mother and how they had to prove their miracle was well deserved in their hands.

“My parents were quite fond of Agustín and Felix, despite having no gift they worked their absolute hardest to help all of us.”

Julieta perked back up. While she always valued her husband and brother in law she had grown so used to hearing people call them useless for being in a magical family with no magic.

“But they especially loved Mirabel.”

“My little Mirabel?” Julieta asked, blinking back her tears.

“My father once hit a man for simply overhearing him talk poorly about her after her ceremony.”

“He what?!” Julieta cried out. Her eyes went wide and you couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I was around eighteen or nineteen and we were transporting books when he suddenly stopped and told me to stay put with the merchandise before approaching the man. Words were exchanged and suddenly he hit him!”

Julieta’s hands went to her mouth in shock.

“I had never seen my father hit someone before. Later on he told me that closed minded people have no business opening their mouths. Especially if they are going to speak poorly of children.”

“How did I never hear about this?”

“Well he said if he was going to speak poorly about your daughter then he had no business going to you for healing.” You chuckled.

“And I guess he took it to heart.”

Julieta couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in a month it wasn’t forced and for a split second she felt like herself again. Not the version of her being held hostage by her own depression.

The two of you were quiet for a moment.

“Gracias. For telling me about how Agustín helped you, and about Mirabel.”

You fiddled with your dress for a moment.

“When my parents died all I wanted was to talk about them but everyone avoided it. Afraid that they’d upset me.”

Julieta glanced away and nodded. She knew the feeling all too well.

“So I figured you might want the same.”

Before Julieta could respond the bell above the shop door rang.

“Mom, are you here?”

Julieta recognized her youngest daughter's voice and looked up. You softly smiled at Julieta and rose and left the small aisle. A minute later you and the girl appeared.

“Mom, we've been looking for you. We heard you fled from your stand.” Mirabel said and quickly rushed to her mother, embracing her in a hug. Julieta just barely put down her coffee before Mirabel was in her arms. She tightly gripped her daughter.

“Lo siento mi vida. I didn’t mean to worry everyone. I was just a little overwhelmed.” Julieta stated and glanced past her daughter's shoulder to look at you. Pleading with you not to say anything about her earlier panic attack.

You stood silently and slightly nodded at the woman. There was no need to tell her daughter what she likely already knew.

Julieta rose and took her daughter's hand.

“Gracias, for everything.”

“De nada. You’re welcome here anytime, and if you’d ever like to talk again I’m more than willing.” You replied. Mirabel glanced between the two of you before tugging on her mothers arm.

“Gracias Señorita for watching out for my mom.” Mirabel said. You looked from the brunette to the young lady before you and smiled.

“You don’t need to thank me. You and your mother are welcome here anytime you wish.”

#julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta x fem reader #julieta x reader #reader insert #Encanto #One More Time

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recomendandburn · 8 months

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Adressing the removal of Cocooned by GamerBearMira from my recommendations

The following types of ficts will never EVER appear in this blog as i don't agree with the writers attitudes and/or opinions, just flat out don't enjoy the tropes/ships used in them or (in the case of number 36) left the fadom for good and refuse to dip my toes into it again for reasons i will not elaborate on:

Ficts containing Severus Snape bashing or just writen by someone who hates him.

2. Fics containing Sirius Black bashing or just writen by someone who hates him (though i may make an exception for a particular Prince Chaser fic)

3. Fics containing Remus Lupin bashing or just writen by someone who hates him

4. magical Dudley Dursley and/or magical Petunia Dursley fics

5. Albus Dumbledore centric fics

6. Ron Weasley centric fics

7. Peter Pettigrew centric fics

8. Petunia Dursley centric fics

9. Reader insert fics

10. Fics were Regulus Black is in a monogamous relationship with a girl or a woman or in a polyamourus relationship where they don't just share the other man

11. Fics where Albus Dumbledore is shipped with anyone besides Grindelwald

12. Fics that have Romione as its main or sole ship

13. Fics That contain spanking

14. Fics that contain piss or belly kink

15. Fics where sentient animal characters from Disney get turned into humans just so that the author can make human ocs to be their kids

16. Fics were Rubeus Hagrid is shipped with anyone besides Madame Maxine

17. Rubeus Hagrid centric fics

18. desi, Black or Indian Potter Family, Harry Potter and/or James Potter (sorry but i headcanon James and by proxy Harry as being half Japanese from Euphemia's side so i can't picture either of them as having dark skin)

19. Black Hermione granger ( i can agree with her being mixed race due to her parents' ancestry but i personally don't think either her or her either parents as being black themselves)

20. Mal Bertha bashing fics or fics wrote by someone who hates her

21. Fics containing monogamus Jaylos as its main or sole ship (sorry but a spanish fic ruined them for me)

22. Fics containing monogamous Benlos as its main or sole ship

23. Alma Madrigal centric fics

24. Fics under the tag Extremely underage and/or shotacon

25. Fics where Petunia is shipped with anyone from Lily Evans Potter's imediate social cicle (ie Severus Snape or any of the marauders) or with anyone born during the golden trio era

26. Fics with Julieta Madrigal/Agustín Madrigal as it's main or sole ship

27. Fics where Antonio Madrigal is shipped with Pumped Up Juancho or anyone older than him

28. Fics containing parent/incest being shown in a positive light

29. Fics where Harry Potter is a Elf or a naga

30. Fics centered on non pagan religions of any kind, have those religions as vital plot points or reference the holy texts of those religions

31. Fics with Bad Spelling and/or grammar

32. Fics where cisgender male characters are feminized forcebly or not

33. Fics with monogamous Bal as its main or sole ship

34. Fics with Devie as its main or sole ship

35. Fics about or featuring Bellamione as an endgame ship

36. Fics from the Total Drama and/or Total Dramarama fandoms

37. Fics about or featuring Ronarry

38. Fics about or featuring Harmony

39. Fics about or featuring Neville Longbottom /Harry Potter

40. Fics about or featuring Ginny Weasley/Draco Malfoy

41. Fics about or featuring Draco Malfoy/Lord Voldemort as an endgame ship

42. Fics about or featuring Gruvia as its endgame ship

43. Fics about or featuring monogamus Style as it's endgame ship

44. Wendy Testaburguer centric fics

45. Fics where Wendy Testaburguer is shipped with anyone besides Bebe

46. Fics where the relationship between Max and David (from camp camp) is more than platonic

47. Fics where the relationship between Minerva McGonagall and any of her students is more than platonic

48. Fics where Alastor Moody is shipped with anyone (though i will make an exception for a particular Jamione fic)

49. Fics where Amelia Bones is shipped with any canonically established character besides Minerva.

50. Fics where Kingsley Shacklebolt is shipped with any canonically established character

51. Fics where Dobby is shipped with any human character

52. Fics about or featuring creatures, cargo or animals being shipped with any human characters

53. Fics about or featuring Harry Potter being paired with either Susan or Amelia Bones

54. Fics about or featuring not one-sided Colin Creevey/Harry Potter

55. Bella Swan centric fics

56. Philosophy centric fics

57. Juvia lockser centric fics

58. Molly Weasley centric fics

59. Fics were Peter Pettigrew is shipped with Lucius Malfoy, Regulus Black, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Barty crouch Jr, Severus Snape or any of the people the rat animagus canonically betrayed.

60. Fics about or featuring Klaine as its endgame ship

61. Fics about or featuring Druna (sorry but even if i was a fan, AVPS would have ruined them for me)

62. Fics where Amelia Bonee is paired with any of The Marauders or Severus Snape

63. Fics about or featuring Drinny.

64. Fics where Sirius Black identifies as Genderfluid or in any way partially with female oriented genders (i'm sorry but he is one of those characters that i picture as either identifying themselves as 100% female or not female at all. No in between)

65. Ficts were every single character is Aroace or the author just plans for everyone to die single (look, its fine if you want your fict to no be centered on the romance but at least add in some mention of romance for God's sake. Don't be like corncarrotpineappletuna who oh so desperately NEEDS you to remember that at least in their fics, NOT A SIGLE NEXT GEN CHARACTER WILL BE BORN cause they made it a point to sigle handedly destroy every single canonically established couple without presenting us with new ones. Cause their ficts are NOT ROMANCE Centric)

66.Fics writen by Antis

... And if you go to my other blog (@sendandburn) and check the list of Encanto Antis to block/follow you'll see that GamerBearMira appears on it so their fics will NEVER under any circumstances be recommended by me ever again.

#harry potter fandom #disney descendants #encanto #disney encanto #clarification #i don’t like this #south park #anti style #anti gruvia #anti juvia lockser #fairy tail #anti bela swan #pro severus snape #pro snape #pro remus lupin #pro sirius black #anti dumbledore #anti romione #anti klaine

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years

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so… my graduation is coming in like 3 weeks, I’m on the brink of a burnout, so here’s a drawing I made of my re-imagined Encanto oc. It’s more of a concept, kinda leaning towards reader insert, but I like it.

PLASE DO NOT REPOST

more info under the cut 👇🏽 possible spoilers for potential fanfiction

~ semi-closeted afab nonbinary

~ taller than Mirabel yet shorter than Bruno

~ their birth name is Sophia but everyone got so used to calling them Luca that it just became the norm.

~ they don’t hate their birth name, but they do prefer to be called Luca by most

~ moved to the Encanto with their family just before turning 19 when they met Bruno

~ was actually really heartbroken about moving, but eventually started to move on after making friends with the Madrigals

~ had top surgery after living in the Encanto for nearly a year and healed quicker than normal thanks to Julieta’s food

~ hopeless romantic

~ owns a ridiculous amount of scented candles (half of which they made theirself)

~ was there for all the madrigal grandkids ceremonies

~ comforted Mirabel after her door disappeared

~ has a complicated relationship with Pepa

~ hardly spoke to Abuela since Bruno left

~ actually knows that Bruno is in the walls but keeps his secret

~ acts as a surrogate tía to the madrigal grandkids (mostly Mirabel)

~ stress cooks a lot

~ cries theirself to sleep sometimes because they miss Bruno

~ favorite foods are mangoes and pan con queso

~ only wears skirts and dresses on occasion

~ besties with Agustín and Félix

~ is treated as the youngest of the three even though they’re a year older than Agustín just cuz they’re shorter

~ emotional support enby tía

~ the whole “we don’t talk about bruno” thing also applies to their relationship with him

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zafirosreverie · 11 months

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Cuando la veo (Julieta x F!Reader) part 4

Part 1 <<>> next

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She sighed as she reached down for another wooden clasp. It wasn't even her turn to do the laundry, but her mind was so noisy and her head hurt so much that she just couldn't take another day without doing something, so she told Pepa that she would take care of the laundry for her, she had a few towels she needed to clean anyway. Her sister didn't ask and she just went with Bruno to the fields for a picnic. It really hurt her that no one had thought of inviting her, but she told herself that she shouldn't be selfish, her siblings deserved their bonding time.

Agustín was another story.

He no longer spent time with her unless their daughters were present, no longer joked, no longer smiled at her, no longer offered to help her, no longer sang softly for her, he didn’t even said good morning to her, just nodded gratefully as he took the breakfast that was offered to him, he ate in silence and went off to God knew where, appearing only for dinner. She suspected that if it weren't for the situation they were in, he wouldn't even be interested in sleeping with her anymore. She was turning invisible to her husband.

It was terribly painful, that the man who had sworn to spend the rest of his life by her side was slipping into her hands, while she drifted amid a sea of family indifference where little by little her voice faded. She didn't want to, she really didn't, but she was becoming a ghost while she was alive, and she didn't know how to stop it, she didn't know what else she could do.

"That's a very deep sigh, dear, are you okay?"

Julieta tried not to jump too much, even though she felt her soul leaving her body for a moment. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed the shadow that had approached. She quickly turned around to find Laura, who was trying to hide her amusement behind her hand.

"I'm sorry dear, I didn't mean to scare you" the older woman apologized, although her tone was charged with affectionate mockery "I thought you heard me coming"

"It’s okay, Laura" Julieta smiled kindly "I'm sorry, I'm a little distracted today"

"Is it a bad time? I can come back later"

“No, no, it's okay” she said quickly, leaving the clothes in the basket on the floor “is something wrong? Y/N is ok?”

The brunette froze in her place as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She didn't really know why you had suddenly appeared in her mind, it just felt natural, as if deep down, she really had been thinking about you all the time without realizing it.

"I-I mean, I hope she's settling in, you know, making friends and stuff" she quickly added.

She had intended to fix her little slip, but she only seemed to make it worse, at least for herself, because her treacherous mind now couldn't stop picturing you, so beautiful and innocent, meeting new people, probably your age and forgetting about her. She knew she was being silly, that you probably would have already forgotten about her anyway, but for some reason, the thought hurt her.

"Oh, she's fine, thanks for asking" Laura replied, seemingly oblivious to the other's nerves "although the thing about making friends...let's just say it's still in progress."

"Oh?"

“My little girl hasn't really wanted to leave the house much” your aunt admitted “sure, she's met a few people, but nothing beyond warm smiles and polite greetings. Really, I think you're the only one she truly smiled sincerely at."

The confession was terrifying and hopeful in equal parts for the eldest of the Madrigal triplets. On the one hand, it filled her chest with a warm and bright feeling, with an unjustified pride in knowing that she had really left a good impression on you. But it also made her feel bad and guilty, because you shouldn't have that kind of effect on her.

"I don't want her to lock herself up at home, away from everyone" Laura continued, snapping her out of her thoughts "and I thought maybe you could help me."

"Me? What do you need me to do?" the younger answered perhaps a little too quickly, fortunately, the other woman didn't seem to notice, or at least she didn't mention it.

"Well, I was wondering if you could give her cooking lessons?"

"Cooking lessons?"

"Yes, you see, Y/N is really talented in many things, but let's just say that cooking...was never her forte, she can't even get close to hot oil" your aunt smiled fondly "I have no problem cooking for both of us, but I won't be here forever, and she really needs to get out even if it's just to get a little bit of sunlight."

The brunette smiled softly without realizing it, imagining how cute you must look trying to fry something, only to jump when the boiling oil made strange noises. Would you scream like Pepa used to? Or would you go as far as you could like Bruno? Maybe you would use a pan lid as a shield like herself when she was learning to cook at 6. Either way, she was sure you'd look absolutely adorable.

The thought took her by surprise and she mentally sursed for catching herself blushing just thinking of you. She really shouldn't be reacting to you like that, it was inappropriate, it was wrong and she had to stop before embarrassing herself in front of you or Laura.

"Well, I know that the family is busy with the reconstruction, but I can't think of someone better than you to teach her" the older woman continued when she had no response from the other "after all, no one can deny that your food is the best in town, and since she already knows you, I can trust Y/N not to get nervous and try to escape from you" she joked

"I'll take it as a compliment" Julieta laughed, trying to control the treacherous thoughts that invaded her

"You should, you really left a good impression on my girl" Laura smiled knowingly "...although I understand if you're too busy, I wouldn't want to interfere in-"

"No! No, it's fine, I'd love to” the brunette said, definitely stronger than she intended.

"Are you sure dear?" your aunt asked with a raised eyebrow "because I can look for someone else if you-"

"No!"

Laura jumped a little at the other's outburst and Julieta mentally kicked herself for being so impulsive. She really needed to control herself, take a deep breath, and think things through. She knew that perhaps the best thing to do would be to tell the kind woman to find someone else, that she shouldn't get into the eye of the storm when her mind kept thinking inappropriate things about you, but she couldn't help the wave of unwarranted jealousy that washed over her just thinking that someone else could teach you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice" she sighed.

"Don't worry" the other smiled maternally "but are you sure you feel well, my dear?"

“Yeah, yeah, I'm just…I'm fine” she lied “when does Y/N want to start?”

"When you say"

"What about tomorrow?" she said, praying the other didn't hear the anxiety in her voice "about 10?"

"Oh, perfect, I'll tell Y/N to be here early" your aunt smiled "thank you very much, Julita"

Julieta simply smiled back, letting her kiss her goodbye with a quick kiss on the cheek, and watched in silence until the other woman disappeared from her sight. If her mind was already spinning and her head ached before, it was definitely getting worse. She didn't want to think about how much she was beginning to wish it was tomorrow, or about the way Laura made her feel safe, the way her own mother hadn't made her feel in months.

"I wish Casita had fallen on me" she sighed and turned to continue with her task.

She knew that if Félix found out she was having those thoughts, he probably wouldn't let her rest, her best friend really hated it when she went into those states of sadness and deep self-loathing, but since he wasn't there and Dolores couldn't give her away anymore, she would allow herself a moment of darkness.

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"Say it"

Julieta sighed. Of course Félix would find out. She really wasn't sure how he had done it, and she was terrified to think that he knew her well enough to know even her deepest thoughts. On the one hand it comforted her that she could tell him anything, but on the other, it embarrassed her because, if he knew about her dark and self-hating thoughts, who said he wouldn't know about the terribly inappropriate thoughts that assailed her when she thought of you?

"Say it"

"Félix-"

"No, you know the rules, say it" he smiled at her mischievously.

"I'm two seconds away from hitting you with this rolling pin" she warned him.

"You can do it later" he shrugged "now say it"

She crossed her arms and stared at him for a few moments before she sighed in defeat. She knew there was no human power to dissuade him when he made that stupidly optimistic face and looked with that hopeful glint in his eyes. The man really was a ray of sunshine at all hours, ready to illuminate everything in his way, and she was grateful for that, even though he was insufferable with her at times.

"I'm so sorry I spoke ill of myself" she said reluctantly.

"And?" he smiled

"And I won't do it again" she rolled her eyes, she felt like a little girl being scolded.

"And?"

"And...I didn't really mean it?"

"AND?"

"What else do you want? I already said it all!" she frowned

"You lacked 'and I have the best friend in the world, who reminds me of the spectacular woman I am, therefore I owe him tasty gossip'" he joked, raising his eyebrows.

"You're an idiot" she laughed and playfully smacked his arm.

"Ouch, that hurt, Madrigal" he laughed "now you definitely owe me a gossip"

"Don't be a crybaby" she scolded him softly "besides, you know I rarely leave this place, I am the least indicated to tell you some gossip”

"I don't know, that visit from Laura looked pretty serious"

Julieta froze in her place, almost dropping the knife she had on her hand. She knew it was logically impossible for him to know the surge of shocking images and feelings he had just evoked in her, but she wasn't entirely sure he didn't either. He always knew everything. Besides, it's not like she hasn't told him about that wonderful day that she met you.

"She just came to ask me something" she said, trying to appear calm, even though her heart was pounding loudly in her ears.

"What?"

“…she just wanted to know if I could give Y/N cooking classes” she said

"Oh? And did you accept?

"Yeah" she shrugged "I'm not helping much in the rebuild anyway, and it'll be a good way to make money"

Felix smiled and watched in silence as his sister-in-law continued with her soft rambling. He was sure she didn't realize it, but he knew her better than anyone, and the way her hands trembled a little as she cut vegetables, or the way she shifted her weight from one leg to the other constantly, told him there was more to what she was telling him.

"Are you sure that's the whole reason?" he gently pressed

Julieta stopped all her movements and closed her eyes for a moment. She really hated the way her mind couldn't seem to pick a single emotion, how could she go from being calm and happy in the company of her best friend, and suddenly feel like crying?

"I-...maybe I feel alone" she admitted softly, sighing "I feel like I'm drowning in this house, Félix, with nothing to do, unable to be with my family because I'm just in the way, unable to reconnect with my siblings because I don't want to take away their time together, without being able to tell my daughters what's happening between me and Agustín…I can't do anything…” she gripped the sink tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were already stinging in her eyes.

"Juli-" Felix stroked her back gently, not knowing how to comfort his friend.

“So I thought…if I can help Y/N even a little bit, even with something small like cooking, then I…wouldn't feel so empty and useless”

"You're not useless, you’re-" he quickly assured her.

"I need to distract myself" she interrupted him "maybe I can think better later"

He looked at her with concern, but he felt that she was not in a position to continue talking about this, that this was not the right time to push her further, so he simply sighed and nodded, squeezing her shoulder gently as a silent support.

"You're right, a distraction would be beneficial" he smiled a little.

Julieta smiled weakly back at him and let him pull her into a warm, comforting hug she hadn't known she needed until this moment. She closed her eyes to concentrate on his familiar scent, not caring that she had to make food, there would be time later. She really didn't want to think about the other reason she'd agreed so quickly: she wanted to see you. That simple and at the same time so complicated for her.

#reader insert #x reader #imagine #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto preferences #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #encanto #cuando la veo #clv

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enchanted-encanto · 1 year

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La Canción de mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart—Chapter 60: The Song of Their Hearts

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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: Bruno, Natalia, and all of the Madrigals revel in the joy of family, gratitude, healing, and above all things–love.

Chapter Notes:

I can't believe I'm actually writing this, that La Canción de Mi Corazón / The Song of My Heart is actually finished. This story and its readers mean the whole world to me, the process of writing this story has brought me an indescribable amount of joy and fulfillment that I will always be grateful for.

To all of the readers of this story–thank you. I can never properly express my gratitude for all of your kind words and support. Your kudos, comments, Tumblr posts, fan art, they have all meant the world to me. This was a passion project I started because I fell in love with the Encanto universe and to think my little story has grown so much and reached so many people is so wild and incredible to me.

I very much plan to keep Bruno & Natalia's story going in different ways moving forward now that the main story is completed–I can definitely see myself writing bonus slice of life chapters about them in the future and sharing artwork I commission of the characters from this story. If you'd like to keep in touch with me you can keep up with me on this Tumblr!

So again, thank you so so much. I truly hope you all have enjoyed reading this story even a tiny bit as much as I enjoyed writing it. Sending lots of love to you all, always. ❤️

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Bruno opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to bring his vision into focus. His heart fluttered when he saw Natalia standing in front of her vanity a few feet away from him, putting the finishing touches on her ponytail. He was instantly mesmerized by her as always–taking in the way her shoulder blades moved, the way her nose scrunched up when she concentrated, the tiny piece of her hair that always fell into her face no matter how many times she tucked it behind her ear.

After a moment, Natalia noticed that Bruno had woken up and looked over at him with a sleepy smile. She walked up to hi bedside him and gave him a soft, sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Good morning. I love you.” She whispered.

“I love you. Have a great day.” Bruno replied, a soft smile on his face.

A few minutes after Natalia exited the room Bruno sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched his arms out, letting out a big yawn.

He got dressed and opened the door to leave the bedroom. He took in the familiar sights and sounds of the casita that appeared before him, the magical chaos that he loved so dearly. He heard Camilo strumming on his guitar downstairs, practicing for an upcoming gig later that week. The booming sound of Felix’s laugh made Bruno smile uncontrollably. He couldn’t see either of them from where he was standing, but the joyful flow of Pepa’s sunshine poured out from the entrance to the kitchen below.

Before he could take another step he heard a whoosh , and looked over to see his oldest daughter floating beside him.

“Good morning Daddy!” Emilia exclaimed, kissing him on the cheek before quickly flying away. He chuckled, knowing any attempts to slow her down would be fruitless.

“ Good morning tío!” Mirabel said from the end of the hallway with a small wave. “Remember you need to stop by the bakery today to pick up the cupcakes for tomorrow!”

“No lo olvidaré, lo prometo!” Bruno said, smiling up at her as he headed down the stairs.

“Yow!” He heard a voice cry out in pain. He knew right away that it had to be Agustín. He stifled a laugh as he entered the living room, to find a grinning Julieta looking over at her grimacing husband.

“Caught your finger in the drawer again hermano ?” Bruno teased.

“Only for the third time.” Julieta replied with a crooked smile. “Today.”

“It’s been a really good day for me so far actually!” Agustín laughed.

“Breakfast is on the stove, Bruno.” Julieta continued. “ Huevos con chorizo.”

“Gracias Juli.” Bruno replied gratefully. “Need me to grab some for him to heal his hand?”

Julieta shook her head, smiling knowingly as she pulled a cracker out of her pocket. “Got it covered.”

“That is not how I said it!!” Bruno heard a loud voice say. As he entered into the kitchen he saw two of his nieces “arguing”, while also attempting to stifle their laughter.

“That’s exactly how you said it Luisa.” Isabela teased, pointing her fork at her sister. “You went, ‘I don’t wanna try on another skirt!!!’, like you were a little bebito throwing a tantrum.”

“It was the fifth skirt I’d tried on that day!!” Luisa retorted.

“All in the name of fashion, my dear little sister.” Isabela said smoothly.

Luisa rolled her eyes, putting another bite of food into her mouth.

“I’ll remember that next time you ask me to move all your inventory boxes around again.” She said in between bites.

“Ugh, fine. You got me there.” Isabela laughed, making Luisa laugh along with her.

“Fighting so early this morning sobrinas?” Bruno teased as he made his plate and sat down beside them. “I figured you two wouldn’t start until at least noon.”

“We’re not fighting tío, we’re having a...civil disagreement on past events.” Isabela said with a sassy grin.

“Your ‘civil disagreements’ are way too loud.” Dolores chimed in using air quotes, tiredly walking into the room. “I could use a little more civil agreeing this early in the morning.”

“It is 11 am, Dolores.” Luisa laughed. “Some of us have had full days already!”

“And some of us enjoy spending our days sleeping. In the quiet.” Dolores joked back.

“You wanting any quiet in this place isn’t likely to happen, mijita!” Felix said as he walked into the room, kissing his daughter on the side of her head as he passed.

“Speaking of things not being quiet, where are my kids?” Bruno joked. “I saw Emi a few minutes ago.”

“Leo’s out in the backyard playing basketball with Antonio.” Isabela answered. “Not sure where Luna is.”

“If I had to guess, she’s asleep somewhere.” Bruno said. “She thinks we don’t know she stays up late working on her inventions but she’s always zonking out around this time at some random location in the house.”

“In all fairness, that kitchen tool she invented for Mom was pretty cool.” Luisa shrugged.

“Cool indeed, but we’re trying to teach her that she can invent during the daylight hours too.” Bruno chuckled.

“She’s a noctámbulo like her dad!” Felix exclaimed.

“Agh yeah, that one’s definitely on me.” Bruno replied, a bit sheepishly.

The kitchen grew louder and more lively as more and more Madrigals came in and out for their breakfasts. Bruno reveled in the feeling of it all, his family surrounding him in his lifelong home. He missed Natalia during these weekday mornings, but took joy in the fact that she was at the bakery doing what she loved.

He headed out to the backyard to check on Leo, and no sooner did he step out onto the back patio was a basketball being thrown directly at him.

“Think fast tío!” Antonio yelled, Bruno barely catching the ball in time before it hit him square in the face.

“Nice catch Dad!” Leo called out.

“Thanks.” Bruno chuckled, tossing the ball to his son. Leo and Antonio immediately went back to their game, but the youngest Madrigal boy was no match for his older cousin. Antonio had a growth spurt in his teens and became the tallest member of the Madrigal family seemingly overnight. But despite how much he’d grown physically, he was still the sweet, caring, animal-loving Antonio they’d always known. Antonio and Leo were very close, bonding quickly over their shared love of aquatic animals. They spent a lot of time swimming in the magical pool in Leo’s bedroom, chatting about every type of shark, squid, and anemone a person could dream of.

Bruno felt a wave of nostalgia as he looked at how much his son had grown in just a few short years too, a quiet content filling his heart as he watched his son and nephew run around and enjoy a beautiful day.

“Have you seen your sister?” Bruno called out to Leo.

“Which one?” Leo replied, out of breath as he dribbled the basketball.

“Ha, sorry! Lulu.”

“Nope, sorry Dad!”

“Haven’t seen her either, sorry tío. ” Antonio added as he snatched the ball as it bounced.

“Oh well, my search continues.” Bruno shrugged. “Have fun you two!”

He went back inside to go search for his youngest daughter, and after some time not being able to locate her, he had a sudden thought and smiled to himself. He realized exactly where she was.

He approached the painting that covered the hole in the wall he had used for so many years when he hid away within the casita . It was never covered up or fixed, as the family felt it represented the growth they all had gone through and wanted to leave it as is. Bruno wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he learned that Luna had found the secret space, as she was inquisitive to her core. When she asked him about it after discovering it, he had been open with her about what the space used to be for and the life he used to live in it. Everything he said was explained to her in a way that would make the most sense to a young child. However, despite her age, Luna was pensive and understanding about her father’s story, finding the space to be fascinating rather than sad. She loved to sneak away to the tiny room now and then, using it as another quiet place to think and explore. She wasn’t unlike her father in enjoying some quiet time to herself within the lively casita .

Bruno pushed aside the slightly crooked painting and stepped inside the hole in the wall, feeling an odd sensation in his stomach. He was struck by what this motion used to mean for him compared to what it meant now. Before, it was a part of his darkest years, an entrance to the place he chose to hide, to cower. He watched his family helplessly through these same walls, his heart aching to be with them. It was a place where his deepest pain and darkest memories took root. But now, that heaviness had nearly entirely faded away. A part of it would always remain within him in some capacity, but the years had provided him, and all of the Madrigals, a remarkable amount of growth and healing. Now, he was entering that space to retrieve his daughter, a piece of his heart that he and the love of his life made together.

His suspicions were immediately confirmed as he approached a fast asleep Luna on a rug on the floor, a green crayon still curled up in her hand. Surrounding her were blueprint like drawings, etchings from her mind spilled onto the many pages. He scooped her up and she instinctively cuddled into his shoulder. He patted her back gently as he looked around his former home within a home. How dull the pain of those memories felt now, how many changes this space had gone through in his heart, it was an overwhelming experience in its underwhelmingness. He listened to the soft snores of his daughter on his shoulder and marveled in how far life had taken him since those dark years so long ago.

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Later that afternoon, Bruno walked over to the bakery to visit Natalia and pick up the order Mirabel had placed for an upcoming family party. This walk between the casita and Moreno’s Bakery had become second nature for him and all of the Madrigals, both places feeling like home to the family. It was a picture perfect sunny day, a gentle breeze softly rustling Bruno’s ruana. He took a deep breath, savoring the sunshine on his face and the chatter of the townspeople surrounding him.

When he approached the bakery, the familiar chime of the bell above the door got his heart racing as it always did, because it meant he’d get to see Natalia in a moment. When he entered, Natalia was busy with a customer putting a few treats in a paper bag. Natalia glanced over at Bruno, her smile and the sparkle in her eyes immediately making his knees feel weak.

“Oh! Hola Bruno!” The customer said pleasantly as she turned around to leave.

“Hola Señora Lopez!” Bruno replied, holding the door open for the woman. “Grandkids doing well?”

“Están bien, gracias.” She replied sweetly. “Nati was just telling me all about your little ones!” She continued, pinching his cheek. “You’re a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife and family.”

Bruno beamed proudly. “I sure am.”

“Hasta luego Bruno, bye Nati!” Señora Lopez said as she exited, Natalia waving goodbye.

Natalia made eye contact with Bruno, her expression quickly growing sultry.

“Well hello , señor.” Natalia said in a low voice, sparks instantly flying between them.

Bruno’s cheeks flushed at her tone, but he wouldn’t let her get the best of him just yet. He approached the part of the counter where the cash register was, the only spot on that side where they could easily lean in close to one another.

“Hello to you, señora.” He replied, matching her tone.

“How lucky I am that such a sexy man decided to walk into my bakery today.” Natalia hummed with a flirtatious grin.

Bruno leaned in closer to Natalia’s face over the counter, gently taking her chin in his hand.

“I’m the lucky one today, mi bella.” He said softly out before kissing her deeply. She deepened their kiss, pulling on his shirt collar to bring him even closer.

When they pulled apart, Natalia’s breathing had quickened.

“Oh no, you don’t get to kiss me like that just once.” She stated.

Bruno grinned mischievously, nearly sprinting around the counter to approach her. Natalia took him by the hand and pulled him over to the small room around the corner that housed the ovens. He quickly pressed her up against the wall and their lips met again, fiery and passionate. He moved his hands under her shirt and up along her waist, a delicious sigh escaping her lips. Natalia ran her hand through Bruno’s hair as they devoured each other, the spring of his curls soft along her fingertips. Just as things began to heat up even further, the sound of the bakery’s front doorbell jingled. They pulled their lips apart from one another and started to laugh.

Natalia pulled her top down and smoothed it out. “Well, duty calls.”

She kissed the tip of his nose, a flirty grin on her face. “Until next time, mi amor .”

She walked out of the room to assist the customer, Bruno staying behind to collect himself. These stolen moments of passion that they always found time to share meant everything to both of them, the flame of their love for each other only growing as the years passed. Their love had become deeper and more complex, their relationship as friends, lovers, and partners strengthening as time went by. The years had brought them every emotion imaginable–joy, pain, loss, hardship, laughter, and everything in between. Throughout everything, they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were meant to be together in every sense of the word.

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Later that evening, the entire Madrigal family was gathered around in the casita’s living room. A record player gently played an album that the entire family loved. Camilo stood in the center of the room, putting on a show as he danced with Dolores and made their parents beam with joy. The casita moved with him, flipping around the floorboards and windowpanes along with the rhythm. Antonio sat on the floor beside them, his long legs stretched out in front of him and a jaguar cub asleep and purring away in his lap. Isabela and Mirabel flipped through books of Mirabel’s photography together, Isabela finding endless creative inspiration in Mirabel’s work. Luisa was cuddled up between her parents, chit-chatting about their days. Alma sat in her favorite chair in the corner where she could see everyone, smiling lovingly as she watched her family gathered around her.

Bruno was on the couch with Natalia beside him. Natalia had Emilia on one side of her, Leo on the other side, and Luna sitting on her lap. Natalia was singing to them softly, her voice gentle and sweet. The kids had dozed off a few minutes prior, so comfy and cozy at home amongst their loved ones that they could hardly keep their eyes open. Bruno looked at the room around him, taking in the experience. He watched his family all together, as close as ever before. Beside him, the love of his life singing with the beautiful voice he’d fell in love with immediately upon meeting her, and his children peacefully napping away in her arms.

Everything in his life had led up to a moment like this, a feeling of bliss and contentment washing over him like never before. He thought about how far he’d come from all those years ago when he first heard Natalia singing at a restaurant he likely never would have visited without a little encouragement from the people who loved him. This moment filled his soul with a song more beautiful than he could have ever dreamt of. One of gratitude, one of joy, one of love.

Looking over at Natalia, their children, their family–they truly made up every single note of the song of his heart.

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End Notes:

Spanish translations for Chapter 60:

-Casita: house -Tío: uncle -Yo recuerdo-I remember -No lo olvidaré, lo prometo: I won't forget, I promise -Hermano: brother -Huevos con chirozo: eggs with chorizo -Gracias: thank you -Bebito: baby -Sobrinas: nieces -Mijita: affectionate term for "my daughter" -Noctámbulo: night owl -Ruana: poncho -Están bien: they are good/they are doing well -Señor/Señora: Mr./Mrs. -Hola: hello -MI bella: my beauty -Amor/mi amor: love/my love

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sharknadoslutt · 2 years

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I needed to share this amazing ART made by @papayawhipped of Félix and Agustín chatting with Reader in chapter 30 of Antiosocial on A03 because it's honestly one of my favorite moments and her art is amazing!

I just fiercely believe that if Bruno ever brought home a spouse (And even when the Madrigal grandkids eventually bring their spouses to live in Castia) you know these two loving boneheads would make it a point to let the non-magical spouses know that they've got their backs 💚

“No problem. Us Madrigal spouses have to look out for one another.” Félix put his hands into his pockets, grinning like a fool as he looked ahead. “We always wanted Bruno to find happiness. And you have done that for him. No lying, I’ve literally never seen him happier and more relaxed than he has been in the past six months. We couldn’t be happier for both of you~!”

“Si si~!” Agustín agreed, lightly bumping your shoulder. “You’re our sister now, just as much as we are each other's brother. It can be hectic, life in la Casita with all the magic. Especially for us powerless spouses. So we must look out for each other.”

#yall go FOLLOW PAIGE #i love her and her WONDERFUL FUCKING ART #hollyspeaks #encanto fanfic #encanto #felix madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #antisocial #encanto oc

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naoko-world · 1 year

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Fic recommendation of the week!

I'm late sorry! Here are my recommendations of the week!

First is Not Mamá, a oneshot about Agustín taken care of a clinging baby Camilo while Pepa is taking a deserved rest.

That's so funny and cute! Though I feel so bad for Agustín literally rejected by Camilo only because he's not Pepa.

A oneshot published by my friend @thecrazyashley-blog, set before Elena, her OC, arrived in the Encanto.

Mirabel is frustrated about Camilo being friends with a Bully. Tío explains some things to her.

I love Bruno's talk to Mirabel ! Also that's true. No, I loved that OS that's so interesting and touching. I feel so bad for Mirabel though.

The last fic is The Almost Perfect Plan, by @vamos-a-las-estrellas! A Bruno x fem!Reader! Reader is a free spirit who does not want to be married, prefering taking care of her own professional goals. Since Bruno feels the same, they decided to pretend they're a couple.

It's been a while it had been updated and I honestly thought it was simply abandoned. I'm glad it wasn't though and with a very good chapter which made me want to know what happens next!

I really love how Reader does not think anything about Bruno, then is slowly falling for him because of course she'd fall for him, he's wonderful! Well, reader herself is an interesting character I really want to identify with. She's a free spirit whose priority is her own little professional projects and don't want to be dependant of a man.

That's all folks!

#encanto #encanto fic rec #fic recommendation #fic rec #bruno x reader #bruno x female reader #agustín madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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ladynara2080 · 1 year

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Name:Ricardo Madrigal

Age:15

Other names:Ricky,Hermano

Family:Bruno Madrigal(father),Gabriella Madrigal(mother),Mariposa Madrigal(twin younger sister),Julieta Madrigal (maternal aunt), Agustín Madrigal (maternal uncle), Isabela Madrigal(oldest cousin), Luisa Madrigal (younger cousin), Félix Madrigal (maternal uncle), Pepa Madrigal (maternal aunt),Dolores Madrigal(oldest cousin),Camilo Madrigal (younger cousin),Antonio Madrigal (youngest cousin), Alma Madrigal (maternal grandmother), Pedro Madrigal(maternal grandfather/deceased)

Abilities:Mind Reader

Home:Encanto, Casa Madrigal

#encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc

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wormsmith · 2 years

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I saw that you had match ups open and wanted to send one in! I've only done this onve before so I'm a bit new on this whole thing lol.

I'd love an encanto match up as I recently saw the movie and love the fandom rn!

Anyway! I am an 22 year old male (fine with any gender match up), very short as in 5'3" and I am an albino! I have the usual white hair, pale skin and blueish-purple eyes. I am not very confident with my looks so I often make it up with humor. (Coping with humor go brr). I am an artist and love to draw on computer, traditionally or with paints. I often lean into an fantasy animal/enchanted forest vibe with my art!

I am a pretty shy guy at first but I can be a little shy and cold at first but after warming up to people I can be warm and often the dad friend. I am an introvert so I do require lots of time alone. I have really bad adhd and often can be overstimulated by large crowds or loud sounds so I prefer to spend time in smaller groups or even just on your phone or reading with friends.

As I said I have adhd and I am really bad at remembering things and the worst with timed events. I am very creative but simple things, like cooking or cleaning, can be hard for me to underestand or start on. I currently study plant biology and I am very into animal biology, especially birds! I like forests and photographing animals. I like collecting small trinkets from rocks to twigs, even some animal bones once in a while. I just think they're neat. I can often ramble on about things I like and I know it can be annoying, I just can shut up if I am asked about something I love.

Also I have hard time deciphering my own emotions and can often confuse one emotion for another. Same can be with other people. I might confuse someones short, one worded awnser as them being angry at me. It brings me lot's of anxiety but I'm thankfully starting to learn emotions better woth help!

That's all I can think of :,) hope it's enough!

Hello!! Your top matches were Julieta, Bruno + Agustín, but I ultimately matched you with . . .

Agustín!

there is only like three gifs of him so i give you a photo i apologize

ALSO Julieta and Agustín is also an option, hmu if you're into polyamory and I will write you headcanons for both, free of charge <3

ANYWAY

Agustín is 5'10'. He doesn't really mind if his partner is shorter or taller than him, but being that you are shorter there is a considerable boost in nose kisses. Also, he has a 40% chance of falling over on his way down to kiss you. I wouldn't be surprised if your first kiss was a blissful accident.

Literally does not comment about the fact that you are an albino. He simply does not mind either way. What he does comment on is the fact that you look stunningly handsome, because that's the important part to him. He will get extreme heart eyes if you ever have to dress nice for something.

No need to worry about being shy! This man is the warmest dad-est man you will ever meet, and he'll happily melt away that icy layer so you can join him on the dad side 😎 The two of you together are a force to be reckoned with. The softest dads in Encanto <3

I would call Agustín a solid ambivert. He doesn't mind if you'd rather stay away from the party, though he has a tendency to get caught up in it himself, often through no means of his own. (He just gets asked to help a lot and he doesn't like to say no.) However, when he has the time (often after the party starts settles down), he'll come plop next to you, smile, and ask you how your party went, referring, of course, to literally whatever you were doing.

If you ever ask him to stay with you instead of hanging out at the party, then the party is dead. He's spending alone time with his bf, abuela, go away!!

(No idea where this came from, but he will gently stroke your hair all of the time. The man is the epitome of gentle and soft.)

He will often just give you a gentle smile when you cope with humor. May offer a little joke in return if he's feeling it. When it's important to face something seriously, he will gently guide you in that direction, but he does not insist. He doesn't judge. He's just very sweet, okay ;-;

He loves your art. And not just the skill that goes into it, but the subject, too! Really likes that soft, magical feel. Will stand in front of your art and gently stroke his chin as he admires it like he's at a whole ass art gallery. Gives surprisingly good suggestions if you ever ask for constructive criticism, as well as deeply thought out compliments. This man knows art theory. How? Well that's just his little secret, isn't it? ;)

Just kidding!! It's because he also likes to draw and paint! He hasn't pursued that hobby in a while (mostly just sticking to sketches and doodles in a little journal in recent years) but once he starts hanging out with you, he might be inclined to bring out the old paintbrush and canvas. He'd like to sit and paint right next to you if you'll allow it of course!

PLEASE note the man is accident-prone to the extreme. For your painting's safety, keep it a minimum of five feet away from him, or it'll end up smudged on the floor. He is sorry. Half of his own paintings end up that way too (He actually started giving up on restarting and now just adds the mistake into his style! It makes for very unique and beautiful work!)

He cannot help you with being late. That's just your own form of accident prone, and he relates. You're more likely to both start being late. Oops. At the very least, I can confidently say he won't feel bad if you forget an important event like an anniversary or birthday. He'll just gently remind you and happily chuckle as you go 'oh shit!' Fully aware that that is a love language of it's own. You can just have a dinner in, and he'll love it just the same.

When executive dysfunction gets you down, this man becomes a one man pep team. So insistent, but in a soft and encouraging way.

"You can do it! Come on, amor, I believe in you! We can do it together!"

If you're really struggling he'll do one of two things depending on your mood. A - literally pick you up and heft you to your feet, physically encouraging you in the right direction. Bless.

Or B, if you're really upset and struggling, he'll snuggle in beside you wherever you are laying/sitting and gently nuzzle into you, asking what's wrong/do you want to talk. Either way, he will get you some agua fresca, imminently. You ain't getting dehydrated on his watch 😤 Self-care king.

I dare you to infodump at him. I dare you. I need you to see him melt into a puddle of admiration, chin in his hands, gazing up at you like you're the stars. I need you to. He probably won't say much, but don't stop, he likes hearing you talk about things you love, so much.

As someone who also has ADHD I am aware you can infodump about someone you love as well, so I am double daring you to infodump to someone else about him. He'll melt into a blushing puddle. Literally puts his face in his hands. Cutie.

Speaking of, did you see the way this man reacted to a fucking jaguar running straight at him?? I don't care if Antonio can talk to animals, he didn't even flinch, there's no way he doesn't adore animals as much as you do. He will gladly go bird-watching with you. I imagine it's already a bit of a hobby for him :)

He brings you rocks for your collection. Every single one of them is literally just a normal rock, except for the one time he brings you a feather, which is not part of the collection you showed him, but he thought you would like it. *shrug*

This man respects /srs ideology to the extreme. If you ask him to clarify what he means, there is a 0% chance of fuckery. He will tell you, even if it's negative, and if it is negative, he will be very gentle about it. He says these things in a way that promotes communication and mutual problem-solving. 10/10. That waistcoat is made of husband material.

In summary, you have yourself the gentlest, sweetest partner who is patient and understanding, and he has himself a kind and loving boyfriend who encourages his hobbies and hopefully forgives him for the 3000 accidents he commits a day. Very dads, much kindness. We stan <3

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