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lafamiliamadrigalpt · 11 months

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Random narrator: “This is Y/n. Y/n loves their personal space.”

*Camilo hugging Y/n tightly*

Random narrator: “This is Camilo. Camilo also loves Y/n’s personal space.”

#encanto incorrect quotes #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #encanto x you #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes encanto #encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x female reader #camilo madrigal x gender neutral reader #camilo madrigal x you #camilo madrigal x oc #camilo madrigal x reader #encanto oc #encanto disney #disney encanto #encanto camilo

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multi-fandom-imagine · 4 months

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Day 34: Kiss me under the Mistletoe

Fandom: Encanto

Character: Bruno Madrigal

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: Nothing to graphic, I'm to tired to write graphic smut

A/n: Should have been posted yesterday.

Bruno has become more affectionate ever since he came back to you and you weren't about to complain because you finally had the man you loved back in your arms.

Now sitting in your small home you gave Bruno a teasing smile. You two were both alone, you were happy Mirabel opted to watch your son. Letting your fingers run through the man's hair, he gave you a nervous smile.

"I...what's with that look?"

Laughing softly, your fingers ran down his cheek as you hummed softly. "Kiss me under the Mistletoe?"your voice dipped, eyes darkened for a moment as your nails then slipped down his back, gripping him tightly to your body.

Blinking a few times, Bruno ran his tongue over his lips as he nodded his head quickly. "I...I can do that!"

Bruno groans softly as he feels your nails digging into his back, a mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins. He relishes in the sensation, his desire for you growing with each passing second.

His hands, strong and possessive, roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch is both gentle and firm, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he trails his fingers along your skin.

Biting your lip you then let your fingers slowly moved back to his curls giving it a soft tug.

Feeling your tugging on his hair, Bruno's desire intensifies. He leans into your touch, allowing you to guide him, to show him exactly what you desire. His lips leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, his teeth gently grazing your skin, leaving behind a tantalizing mark.

With a low, husky voice, he whispers against your ear, "Tell me. Tell me what you want. I'm here to give you everything."

His words send a shiver down your spine as you feel his desire for you burning brightly. Your pleasure becomes his priority as he continues to explore and worship your body, his movements becoming more fervent and purposeful.

Together, you and Bruno lose yourselves in the depths of passion, a dance of desire and pleasure that ignites a fire within both of you. In this moment, there is only you, him, and the overwhelming connection that binds you together.

Under the mistletoe, you and Bruno share a moment of passion and love, a moment that will forever be etched in your memories.

#drabbles #drabble #tis the season #bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #Bruno Madrigal x you #Bruno Madrigal x y/n #encanto #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #encanto x you #disney #disney x reader #disney x you #disney x y/n

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theromcommotel · 10 months

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I remembered that Camilo is 5'3" yesterday and I'm 5'4":3c I just wanted to know how Cami would be like with a 5'4" Reader who occasionally wears heels that make them 5'6" as well, I dunno lolol

CAMILO X READER !!

“TIP TOES” !!

prompt: camilo madrigal with 5’4 reader in heels

requested by: wonderful anon<3

warnings: fem presenting reader and she/her pronouns

“oh my, 'milo!!” you shouted, as camilo crazily spun you around at the very crowded party at the somewhat newly built casita.

“hold on, mi placer, here’s a big one!” the curly haired colombian roared as he dipped you as the two of you danced together.

“'milo..” you whispered in his ear, catching his attention.

“yes, amor?” he cooed gently, softening his light tone as he cup your cheeks, worrying that something may be wrong.

“i just wanna get out for a bit, can we go for a small walk?”

“of course, anything for you, mi querido amor”

the two of you venture outside of the casita’s walls, as you finally make it into the town, fingers intertwined and locked in, camilo stops and turns to face you.

but he realizes, your not at his eye level anymore…

he looks up at your eyes, the ones he fell in love with not too long ago, and smiled.

“i love it when you wear heels, mi sol.” camilo said, leaving sloppy kisses on your jawline.

“is that so?” you ask with a furrowed brow and chuckle.

“it’s certain, and do you know what else is certain?”

“what?”

“my love for you.”

hey hey it’s hermy!

sorry this is kinda short, i just thought since it was a small idea it’d be a small fic :)

but i hope u like it anon!!

-hermy

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED !!

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Cuando la veo (Julieta x F!Reader) part 2

part 1 << >>next

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You sighed as you slowly closed the drawer, wishing it had taken you longer to unpack everything, but you had taken with you only the essentials, a lot of memories, and some pieces of jewelry. You just wanted to lie down and cry, but you knew that if you took any longer, your aunt would become suspicious, and you really didn't want to worry her. The woman who had been a second mother in your childhood had already done more than enough for you, the least you could do was spare her bad times.

Still, you didn't move immediately, trying to gather some strength to face the day ahead. Despite the fact that it was your first day in the town and you were exhausted from the trip, tía Laura had insisted that you at least know a little about the place, so that you would begin to become familiar with it. It's not like it was a big town, and even if you got lost, you could probably find the house back if you walked far enough, but you suspected that the real reason behind it all was that your aunt didn't want you to lock yourself in your room and carry on with your fest of self-hatred and guilt, which, unfortunately, was what you had planned to do.

"Only for you, Auntie" you thought aloud "I'm going to try for you because I owe it to you"

You closed your eyes and clenched your fists, holding back tears. You had really hoped that moving to Encanto would be a whole new life, that the magical place your aunt described could really make you forget everything. But no, the love you felt for Santiago and the pain of his departure was still there, fresh, poignant, and all too real.

"It's nice to see you here, dear"

Your aunt's cheerful voice brought you out of your thoughts and forced you to open your eyes to your reality. You assumed that her friend had arrived. Great, time to ponder fake smiles and pretend you weren't falling apart. You tried to strain your ears to hear the conversation.

"I'm saying the same, Laura" answered a polite voice "It's been a while"

You couldn't hear anything else. For some reason, your legs grew weak and your pulse raced as your mind repeated the sweet, warm, and slightly sensual tone of your aunt's guest. It surprised you that your body reacted that way, and a huge feeling of guilt invaded you, but you couldn't shake the thought that the mysterious woman really had a pretty voice.

“Enough, Y/N” you chided yourself in a low voice “This is not the time for you to start being weird. You're going downstairs, you'll politely greet Mrs. Alma and you will pretend that everything is fine"

Anyway, you assumed that was what you should do. No one here knew you, so there was no point waiting for them to feel empathy for you if they saw you cry, nor did you want to tell your tragedy left and right. You simply wanted to look like a happy and cheerful young woman, content to live a new life in a place far away from the land where she was born. Easier said than done, but you had to fake it until you believed it.

"Okay, here I go"

You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and turned the doorknob. Your first footsteps were louder than you'd expected, but you managed to calm down a bit as you reached the stairs. You really hoped that your aunt's friend didn't realize how nervous you were, you didn't want to give her a bad impression if only to avoid embarrassing tía Laura. You descended the stairs with a horrible tightness in your chest, feeling how the palms of your hands began to sweat with each step, but you refused to run away. It was just one more stranger, a greeting and that was all, you could do it. So why did it feel like everything was going to change at once? As if meeting this woman would mean realizing that your life had really changed?

Probably because it was true. You had spent months locked up and in denial after losing Santiago, months in which only Laura had been able to talk to you, even if it was through letters, and in which she had kept begging you to move in with her. You knew she cared for you, you were the only family she had left, and that was the only thing you could hold on to, and in that feeling of familiarity, it had been easy to imagine that there was only the two of you, that nothing else was real.

Meeting Alma Madrigal (or anyone other than your aunt, if you were being honest), meant getting out of that bubble and coming to terms with the fact that you were miles away from home, in another country, and that the world moved on without you. And you didn't know if you were ready. You stopped short when you saw a female figure in front of your aunt. Her back was turned, but it didn't matter, it was her clothes that had brought back painful memories, making you freeze in place. She was dressed in blue.

"My precious alhelí, she has just arrived" you heard your aunt speak "and I must say that her hands are more skilled, and her designs far exceed any of mine”

You had not heard the rest of the conversation, too lost in your thoughts and trying to calm the panic attack that had invaded you, but it was not necessary, you knew that she was talking about her sewing workshop and although you knew that she had good intentions, the truth was it was that there was some pressure on you for it, you weren't sure you could fill her shoes, but you would try. You forced yourself to speak, it would be pathetic if your first meeting with someone from the place ended with you frozen in place without responding.

"No one could top your designs, tía, but I appreciate the compliment" you smiled softly.

You had reached the last step, your aunt and her friend had heard you, they knew of your presence, there was nowhere to run or turn back. You watched the woman jump a little at the suddenness of your voice, and though you felt a little guilty, you found the movement and the slight, almost inaudible gasp she had let out kind of cute. The woman turned to look at you, and you felt as if time had stopped.

The brunette in front of you had a round and smooth figure that magnified the deep maternal warmth that radiated from her. Her dark skin glowed with beautiful pink and purple undertones, contrasting with the yellow of the sun coming through the window. Her round face was adorned with beautiful subtle freckles that did nothing but beautify her face caressed by time. But what caught your attention the most and made you forget even the pain that the color of her clothing had caused you, were her eyes.

They were beautiful, big, a little droopy, adorned with lush and tender eyelashes, but you had never seen eyes so full of love, life, and compassion. There was an entire galaxy in that pair of chocolate pools as if they had seen the saddest things, but also the most beautiful things on Earth. They had a beautiful, warm, and kind look that invited to get lost in them.

You could feel the blood rushing to your face, probably giving you away on your cheeks, and your pulse was so racing that you wondered how you were still alive. You tried not to fix your gaze on her too much, so as not to make her feel uncomfortable, but it was impossible for you to take your eyes off the beauty in front of you, and when she smiled at you, so calm and welcoming, you felt your breath start to fail. What the hell was happening to you?!

"Oh! Y/N, just in time" your aunt told you cheerfully "Come, I want to introduce you to someone"

The older woman, unaware of the state you were in, carefully took your arm firmly, pulling you to stand right in front of your guest. Looking up close to her, she didn't look as old as you had imagined after hearing your aunt talk about her. Sure, her hair was flecked with silver ribbons, and there were soft lines at the corners of her lips and the corners of her eyes, but she didn't look any older than tía Laura, so you assumed you weren't, in fact, in front of Alma Madrigal.

"Y/N, this is Julieta, daughter of Alma" your aunt said "Julieta, this is my beloved niece, Y/N"

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” the brunette said, smiling friendly and extending her hand towards you.

You could hear yourself responding and shaking her hand, but it seemed like you were seeing it all in third person because all you could really focus on was how soft her skin was and how weak your knees felt suddenly. You didn't know what kind of powers this woman had to disarm you just two seconds after meeting her, and as much as you hated yourself at that moment, deep down you knew that that soft, deep, and sensual voice was going to haunt your dreams.

Although you weren't the only one who was having trouble processing the surreal scene that was being created.

Julieta tried her best to keep a neutral face and prayed to all the saints that came to mind that her brown skin was hiding her blush well, but the truth was that all she could think about was how beautiful you were and how the air seemed to tighten more and more. She didn't understand why her body was reacting that way to you, you were pretty, yes, but you were a complete stranger to her, she barely knew your name and it was evident that she was too many years older than you.

She shouldn't be feeling butterflies waking up inside her, butterflies like the ones her husband hadn't made her feel in years. And yet here she was, in her fifties, with mounting stress at losing the home she had grown up in and lived in all her life, terrible sadness at losing her family as well, but with a dangerously familiar feeling slowly blooming in her chest.

"She will be in charge of my workshop" Laura said, unknowingly breaking the spell that had wrapped around you.

You and Julieta jumped a little and quickly separated when you noticed that you were still holding hands You couldn't look her in the eye and she mentally scolded herself for that second of weakness, though she was quick to understand that she was simply fooling herself, that the stress and negative feelings that were haunting her were finally taking their toll. That you were absolutely beautiful had only been a fluke that her treacherous mind had taken advantage of…right?

You chuckled a bit and tried to ignore the churn in your stomach when the brunette looked at your aunt in surprise. Yes, they had been talking about you and your future role in the town before you introduced yourself, but you assumed that the same thing had happened to her: it was different to have the real person in front of you than just an idea. You didn't know why the idea that she could be surprised by you made you so excited.

"Well, I have no doubt that the designs will be art if the creator is so beautiful" Julieta said without thinking.

As her own words registered in her mind, she wished she could disappear at that moment. What kind of weird person would say such things about a young lady she had only just met?! She felt foolish and wrong. And yet, you were smiling at her with such tenderness, emotion, and hope, that her heart had no choice but to beat faster, while her brain tried to reconnect with everything.

"Thank you" you said softly, cheeks so red you were sure you looked like a tomato "I'm really not that good but-"

"Nonsense" your aunt interrupted you "This girl has known how to use a needle and thread since she was 5 years old"

"6, auntie" you corrected her kindly

"It's the same" she smiled at you "The point is, you have an amazing talent, my little dove, and I'm sure that all of Encanto will soon be dazzled by your brilliance"

You just rolled your eyes affectionately while tía Laura affectionately squeezed your cheeks. It was a bit embarrassing if you were being honest, especially with a woman you didn't know (but who was making an awfully good impression on you quickly), but you'd never been able to deny your aunt these gestures. That the brunette smiled at you with complicity had nothing to do with your decision to allow it.

"Then I guess you don't have anything to worry about, Y/N" she said, savoring every syllable of your name "I wish you the best of luck."

"T-thank you very much" you said politely.

There was something about the way your name sounded in her voice, the soft, gentle way she pronounced it, that made your already weak legs want to finish melting. You really needed fresh air to calm you down, or your head would start spinning.

"I'd better get back home before Mom worries" Julieta said.

The truth was, she didn't feel like going back to that strange house she barely knew, and she knew her mother probably wouldn't even notice her absence if she decided to skip dinner, but she needed to leave before the heat in her guts boiled over and she committed more mistakes than she could handle. She didn't want to think about the effect you had on her, but it was undeniably dangerous and confusing, she needed to get out of there.

"Of course dear" Laura replied "Thank you again"

"It was no problem" she smiled "And welcome to Encanto, Y/N" she added, unable to stop herself from saying your name again.

"Thank you, Mrs. Madrigal" you responded politely

"Call me Julieta" the brunette told you, not knowing if she was crossing more lines than allowed "My mother is Mrs. Madrigal"

“O-okay” you chuckled softly “...Julieta”

You couldn't help but feel a shiver running down your spine at the moment you saw the sincere smile she offered you as if you were doing her a great favor by saying her name, or as if it was the first time she had really heard it. It didn't matter, the fact was that it made you feel a little more excited.

You watched in silence as the woman said goodbye to your aunt and disappeared through the door, following her every move unconsciously and not really noticing the knowing look the older woman was giving you.

"Sweet Julieta" Laura said with a touch of drama "Lucky thing that she was the first Madrigal you met, dear."

"Why?" you asked, looking at her with a curious frown

"Because she is the kindest of them all" she smiled at you "...and she is also beautiful, isn’t she?"

Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks catch fire again. You turned your head to avoid your aunt's gaze, but her scandalous (although warm) laugh resonated deep within your being. Guilt swirled inside you again and the cold in your chest seemed to grow as if it were trying to get bigger than the soft warmth that was slowly beginning to rise inside you as well. You ignored your aunt's taunts, but deep inside you couldn't help but think that even if the town didn't turn out to be as magical as you thought, at least one person in it was.

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yandere-toons · 1 year

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I just came up with this slightly angsty but sweet idea about the platonic yandere madrigal family obsessing over a reader that's the child of Bruno.

-Pepa, Julieta and Alma would all be the most protective over them, especially if they looked identical to Bruno.

-Dolores and Mirabel would without a doubt be the best friends of them, Mirabel would know what it's like to feel like an outcast since the people most likely aren't treating the reader very well due to their relation to Bruno. I imagine Dolores would definitely be a great best friend too, she hears everything people say or murmur about them so I imagine she'd be painfully aware of how the people treat reader. Since she's also a platonic yandere in this like the rest of the family I can totally see her blackmailing people with stuff she's heard about them whenever they talk crap about reader.

-Dolores would definitely also be the one to comfort Reader as she can hear their crying from how they're treated every night.

-Bruno would definitely watch over his child in secret, he'd never want to miss even a second of their life

-Julieta would definitely fuss over their injuries, even if it's something like a paper cut. So would Alma and Pepa.

-Isabela would without a doubt nonchalantly roast the crap out of anybody that dares to to think it's a good idea to talk crap about you to her. She'd do it with a tone in her voice that says "I'm better than you and you should know that" all the while subtly roasting them in the process. They'd never recover from it lmao

-Camilo would definitely do his best to make them laugh whenever they're feeling down, he'd shapeshift into various people and do funny impressions of them

-Antonio would be absolutely adorable, he'd totally get his animals to comfort Reader whenever they're feeling down, too.

-I can see Luisa just randomly picking up reader whenever there's a puddle so they won't have to step in the puddle lol.

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deathlydeathovo · 7 months

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Medication

Contains the following:

Julieta, Suicidal Reader, Overdosing, Pills, Medication, Blood, Cutting, No gender mention.

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The world was blurry. You could see the simple shapes around you. A knife, your meds, and blood. Blood everywhere. It was coming from your mouth, your arms, and your legs. You had just overdosed, you were lying on the dinner table of the Casita. It was late. No one would find you like this.. no one to stop you.

Until there was a sharp gasp from the stairs.

you could slightly hear footsteps running toward you, to check on you. You tried to get up, to run from them. But your body wouldn't comply. your eyes were glossy, and almost shut. You could see a simple image of someone.. with a blue night-gown on, and it looked like.. Julieta. Your girlfriend. You could hear her talking, but you couldn't make out the words she was saying.

"Mi amor?! Can you hear me?!"

You could feel your body being lifted up, and sat up-right. "Oh no.. no no no.." You felt something being shoved in your mouth, you couldn't chew it, but your body automatically swallowed it. You choked on it for less then a second, and then your cuts and wounds healed, and you felt better. You still couldn't see, because your eyes were so glossy. The blood stopped flowing from your mouth, but it was still there. "J-julieta..?" she immediately hugged you. "Oh, Mi Amor!" You could hear her sniffling. Her head was nuzzled into your neck, and her breathing was fast, and shallow.

"I-It's okay.. calm d-down.."

Your voice was cracky, so it was hard to form words right. Still, this helped her breathing a smidge. "Mi amor.. I thought you.. you.." She hugged you tighter, she couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth. She pulled herself back, to look at your face. She put a hand on your cheek, her thumb rubbing it. "..I need to clean you up.." you felt a hand go around your bottom, then your back, lifting you up.

"hmm..? C-could you.. S-say that again..?"

She was already up the stairs. "I said I needed to clean you up, which I do.." Your eyes began to falter. Yes, you weren't overdosed anymore, but it was still late. You were tired. And tired of this bullshit world.

"Everything's gonna be okay.."

When you opened your eyes, you were sitting on a countertop. Specifically a sink countertop. Your arms and legs no longer reeked of blood, and you could see. Julieta was drying you off, since she had used the sink to wash you down. "S-sorry.. I'm sorry.." She lifted her eyes to meet yours. "You did nothing wrong, baby.. But, you need to tell me about things like this.." She picked you up again, and walked towards her bed. She then plopped you down, and she rolled in next to you. "I'm sorry I hadn't noticed sooner.."

"There was nothing to notice.."

Julieta spooned you, her being the big spoon. "close your eyes, my love.." She kissed your hair. "Go to sleep, rest well.." Your eyes slowly began to close. You could feel her warm breath on your hair, the back of your head.

"I love you, Mi amor.."

"I love you too.."

#julieta madrigal #encanto julieta #julieta x reader #x reader #encanto #encanto x reader #encanto x you #encanto x y/n

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sunshineofmoon · 1 year

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my random and lost ideas of Encanto fanfics:

(still no name defined) Bruno Madrigal x Fem! Reader

"What do you mean I'm not going to marry Alvaro, but with you, and we're going to have three children?!"

In which, with just a few days to go before your wedding to Alvaro Guzman, you decide to consult the well-known and controversial seer of the Madrigal family, Bruno.

However, the responses and perceptions you received were quite different from what you expected; with the man envisioning nothing more than her marriage, not to her current fiancé, but to Bruno himself.

— the plot is already pretty clear, but I'll add a few more things; takes place well before the events of the film, at the time when Bruno, Pepa and Juliet were teenagers (around eighteen/nineteen). And Reader's marriage to Alvaro Guzman (Mariano's uncle) has been arranged, she is unhappy about it but knows she can't do anything to stop it. Therefore, he decides to consult with Bruno Madrigal, even with his family's warnings about his predictions being, hm...Complex. We'll have a time skip and the rest of the fanfic takes place in the current times of the movie (1950's) and the rest... Maybe someday I'll write.

still no name defined (Camilo Madrigal x Fem!Depressed! Reader

Living in such a happy and colorful place as the village of Encanto, it was not at all expected that you would develop illnesses like depression and, shocking everyone, even try to take your own life; however, it had already happened, and being extremely worried about the direction the case could take and how it would affect the whole city, Alma Madrigal decides to send Camilo, her only grandson with the same age as you, to keep you company and even keep an eye on you and your behaviors. What, in the beginning, seemed totally unnecessary and even irritating, ended up being her salvation and drastically changing her life; and, suddenly, Camilo Madrigal's constant presence in her life didn't seem so bad anymore.

— the synopsis was horrible, but I don't care. It was a first draft just so you guys have an idea of how the fanfic will be. But she's the story I'm most fond of and most likely to write first, so treat my baby well.

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winxanity-ii · 2 months

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CAMILO MADRIGAL

╰❝𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓯 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮. 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮? 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽? 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮.❞

🇰‌🇪‌🇾‌: ❥ = smut | 🔥 = heated/spicy | ✿ = fluff | 🕷 = angst | ✰ = personal fav

FICS

𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 | ✿ 🕷 ✰ | Fem!Reader / Encanto!AU ↴

𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you learn that there is beauty to death as there is for life.

ONE-SHOTS

HEADCANONS

#encanto x reader #encanto fanfic #encanto #comedy #encanto x you #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #madrigal #encanto camilo #madrigal x reader #romance #‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-camilo madrigal ml #‧̍̊˙˚˙xaniwrites-

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frypansgirl · 2 years

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Bruno: When Y/N was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Mirabel: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

#encanto x you #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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miss-ali · 2 years

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Camilo with a Sick S/O Headcannons

Camilo is a person who respects women, so of course he would never have a problem with his S/O being sick.

Camilo would allow his aunt to heal you but he would rather to take care of you himself . How you may ask? Making food for you, cleaning and so on.

Camilo doesn't care if he gets sick when taking care of you, cuddling is a must! I totally see Camilo being a person who sings to his S/o to make them happy.

Camilo's gift tends to malfunction when something is wrong with his S/o, but tends to stop when his S/o remind him that everything is OK.

I can see Camilo going to Dolores to see if it is a girl problem that he doesnt know about. And tries to learn from his tia about healing remedies just to be prepared.

Overall, Camilo is one of the best boys in Encanto.

#camilo disney #camilo headcanons #camilo madrigal #camilo supremacy #camilo x gender neutral reader #camilo x reader #camilo x y/n #camilo x you #encanto #encanto x reader #encanto x you #encanto x y/n #carlos madrigal #la familia madrigal

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Prompt{Nice}: 1. “Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

Character:Modern!Bruno Madriga

Warnings: None

A/n: He would do something like this, also established Relationship.

Glancing around the home you were shocked to find so many of red and green plant hanging in each door way. Wrinkling your nose your stepped into another room wondering where your husband might be since you had an inkling that he might be the culprit to why you’re seeing so many.

“Bruno?!”

Sighing you pinched the bridge of your nose nearly running into one of your nieces. “Mirabel have you’ve seen your Bruno.”

Nearly dropping the box of decorates, Mirabel opened her mouth trying to come up with a answer though seeing your face her shoulders sagged. “Uh by the entrance of your room.”

“Thank you!” Rushing off to your room, you cleared out your room spotting your husband placing one mistletoe above the doorway.

“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

“Ah!” Grabbing the latter, Bruno slowly turned to look at you with a sheepish smile on his face. “Hello Mi Amore”

Shaking your head you held out your hand for him to take. “Do you have reason why you’re doing this?”

Grabbing your hand, the man stepped down from the ladder clearing out his throat. “I guess I am just not used to it…being back here with you and everyone.”

Gaze softening you gave him a smile cupping his cheeks. “If you ever want to kiss me just do it alright.”

Letting out the breath he was holding in, Bruno slowly wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Smiling he then rested his forehead against your own. “I can do that.”

#drabbles #drabble #tis the season #bruno imagines #encanto bruno #bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x you #bruno madrigal x female reader #encanto imagine #encanto imagines #encanto #encanto x y/n #encanto x reader #Encanto x you #Disney #disney x reader #Disney x you

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theromcommotel · 10 months

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Helloo! How r u? Hopefully well! As someone who has Spanish as a comfort language, I'd love a Camilo x Fem!Reader fanfic(or headcanons!), short or not, where whenever Cami speaks whole Spanish sentences, Reader just feels so happy and safe! Reader can be a foreign if it works better for u. I don't know Spanish but that makes it better, haha. Maybe times where Camilo asks if Reader can even understand him and she'd be like "no♡". Ur work always makes me smile. Hope u'll have a great morning, afternoon, evening, night or midnight!

CAMILO X READER !!

FOREIGNER READER !!

prompt: camilo’s dating a foreigner!!

requested by: anon

warnings: ALL SPAINISH IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED AS I ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH AND FRENCH also this is a mix of a oneshot and headcanons so hope that’s chill!! also this anon is SO SWEEEEET😭😭🫶🫶 i never rlly thought my work would make anyone smile (i write for me, and ig i never rlly thought about what others think of my work) so i’m so happy at least someone enjoys it!!💗

camilo is a bit of a rambler in general (personal headcanon), and it amplifies when he’s with his partner

“entonces isabela y mirabel deciden hacer equipo conmigo?! loco verdad?” (so isabela and mirabel decide to team up on me?! crazy right?”)

“i’m sorry ‘milo, what?”

“oh yeah, sorry, amor.”

camilo does try his best to speak english (or whatever language you speak) when he’s with you

but sometimes his native tongue sneaks up on him

but he also does like to do it to confuse you XD

like he’ll make a hella suggestive comment and you’ll have no idea what he said lmfao

“qué pensarías si te inmovilizaran en la cama ahora mismo?” (what would you think if you were pinned to the bed right now?)

“uhm…si?”

“LETS GO”

“WAIT WHAT’D YOU SAY-”

hey hey

sorry i got kinda lazy for this😭

i have a master list coming soon tho!!

-hermy

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thevoidthatspeaks · 2 years

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today the void speaks of,

Isabela Headcannons

after the movie i don't think she would hate the color pink, it's liberating to her, a small reminder to herself that she doesn't have to be perfect anymore

she insults you to show her love but after rebuilding casita she would be more open to showing her love through different ways, like gift giving

she would 100% give you a small cactus with a flower of your favorite color

she would also 100% give it to you by leaving the potted cactus on your doorstep while she sprints away

despite the big confident ego she puts up, under all that she's a big softie that just wants to be truly loved and seen for herself

show her a bit of that and you'll make her so happy

she love calling you "mi flor"

if anyone is bothering you she won't hesitate to stand behind you and give them the nastiest look

maybe throw a cactus or two-

when you come over to casita you can bet that Camillo will tease her as soon as you arrive, especially if you guys stay there

you have to stop her from throwing a cactus at him-

Amor, please it's ok-

Yeahhhh Isa listen to your flor- OH SHI-

ISA!

i have no idea where that cactus came from mi flor.

the void has spoken.

so i was planning on making a post a lot sooner but i got covid for the third time and my phone broke- anyways thank you to my friend who unknowingly helped me, have a decent day.

#encanto x you #encanto #encanto x y/n #encanto isabela #encanto headcanons #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader

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iwannabecamiloshovel · 2 years

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Luisa: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Luisa: Violently practices.

Antonio: Violently studies.

Isabela: Violently shoots pictures.

Camilo: Violently sleeps.

Mirabel: Violently boxes.

Carlos: Violently murders people.

Dolores: Violently worries about the previous statement.