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Can you write mirabel or isabella comforting the reader through a panic attack?

The Brightest Star - Mirabel Madrigal x fem reader

First of all thanks for the request, anon. Hope I got it the way you wanted.

summary: The dinner with your girlfriend and your parents doesn't work out the way you would have wanted it to.

warnings: panic attack, homophobia

word count: 1.767

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“I still don't think this is a good idea”, I voiced my concern.

“Your parents already know we're in a relationship. I really want to meet them”, Mirabel countered.

“Just because they know doesn't mean they approve. The only reason they haven't disowned me is that you're a Madrigal”, I assumed.

“Okay. Let's make a deal. Since you got to meet my whole chaotic family with all it's issues especially toward me, I get to meet your family as well. One dinner. If it doesn't work out, I will never bother you with it again”, she suggested.

“Fine”, I agreed with a defeated sigh. “But don't blame me if it turns out horrific.”

“Can't imagine the people who raised such an incredible girl to be awful”, she noted and I took her hand with a smile as we continued walking through town.

My mind was already bombarding me with all the worst-case-scenarios of the upcoming dinner.

First I would have to ask my parents which was bad enough. But the imagination of sitting with them through a whole meal … I had no idea how to survive this.

Most likely Mirabel would be the answer. She usually was. There was a reason why I was spending basically all my time either with her or her family who was way more supporting than mine.

How could I not compare her family to mine and yearn to marry into hers?

“Hey, it's going to be alright”, Mirabel snapped me out of my anxious thoughts. “I'll be with you all the way. We can still escape to my house at anytime, okay?”

I nodded with a hesitant smile. My thoughts however were centered around the dinner for the rest of the day.

When I returned home after a great evening at Casita, the silence hit me like a rock.

The Madrigal's were so loud and lively that it often drowned out my doubts. They had immediately integrated me and made me feel at home.

I wanted the same for Mirabel. She deserved only the best in my eyes. But I knew I could not offer her what she wished for.

“Mom?”, I called out silently.

My dad was usually asleep at this time, but mom liked staying up late.

“I'm in the living room”, she replied quietly.

I made my way over to her and tried to gather the courage to talk with her about the dinner.

“What's up, dear? Is everything alright?”, she wondered.

My parents were absolutely toxic. On the one hand they were loving and supporting. But on the other hand they made me feel worthless whenever I did not meet their expectations. I had wished more than once that they could just decide if they wanted to love or hate me. That would make it easier.

“Mirabel would like to come over for dinner sometime.” I uttered the words before I could change my mind.

“Oh … yeah, of course she can come over. How about tomorrow?”, she questioned.

I could not interpret her tone. It did not sound disgusted or disapproving, just kind of neutral if that was possible.

“Yeah, tomorrow sounds fine”, I agreed surprised.

I had not expected this conversation to be so easy. Maybe Mirabel was right and it was time. There was a slight chance that I could help them understand why I loved Mirabel when they met her. Who could not love her?

On the next morning I went over to Casita to tell Mirabel the news.

Casita opened the doors for me when I arrived and I was immediately welcomed by loud chaos.

“Hey, (f/n)”, Camilo greeted me while running from an angry looking Isabela.

“Hey”, I greeted him back laughing.

“Good morning, (f/n). Had any breakfast yet?”, Julieta inquired.

“Um … no. But it's fine”, I brushed it off.

Julieta simply smiled at me and handed me an Arepa.

“Thanks”, I shot back with a grateful and slightly abashed smile. “Do you know where Mirabel is?”

“In the kitchen”, she informed me.

I thanked her again before heading in the said direction.

Mirabel appeared to be busy mixing several ingredients together.

“Hey, Mira”, I greeted her with a peck to her cheek. “What are you doing?”

“Experimenting with different dips for the Arepas. Wanna try?”

Of course I did. Some were delicious, while others were more than questionable.

“Mom invited us over for dinner today”, I proposed.

“Seriously? How did it go?”, she asked me excited.

“Pretty well, I guess. But that can change quickly”, I reminded both of us.

“Which dip do you like the most? We can make more of it and bring it as a guest present. Well … I can bring it as a guest present”, Mirabel considered.

“How can you be so optimistic?”

“I need the positive energy for both of us in this matter, right? So I will deliver it”, she declared confidently.

Mirabel was bright and happy, standing up to face every obstacle in her way with a smile. I still could not understand how she had ended up with me out of all people. But I was definitely grateful for it, no matter what my parents thought about it.

Mirabel and I improved the recipe and prepared the dip, putting it in the fridge.

Then she tried to distract me, which partly worked. But my anxiety was always there.

“I'm here. You're not dealing with anything alone”, Mirabel reassured me on the way to my house.

One of her hands was holding mine, while the other carried the dip.

“Good evening. It's nice to finally meet you”, mom welcomed us at the front door.

It was strange honestly. Like I was visiting my parents after moving out, although I was only sixteen.

“Good evening. I've really been looking forward to this dinner. I tried out a new dip recipe and thought maybe you would like to try it”, Mirabel explained and handed my mom the box.

“Thank you”, mom replied with a smile.

It was extremely polite. Nothing compared to my time with the Madrigal's who had not attempted to impress me and had done it anyway.

But so far it could be worse.

To my surprise it was great for a while. My parents asked questions about Mirabel's family which my girlfriend happily answered.

“You raised a great daughter by the way. My family loves her almost as much as I do”, Mirabel proclaimed casually, placing her hand on mine.

Her gesture made me smile. Until I noticed the look on my parents' faces.

“We thought that as well. But it seems we made a big mistake at some part of her life. I wish we just knew what it was”, dad alluded while eyeing Mirabel's and my hand.

“I'm still not sure if we ruined her or if it's just in her nature”, my mom added.

Mirabel was obviously shocked at their statements.

“Don't worry. It's in my nature. Nothing anyone could or could have changed”, I hissed.

“So we're the ones to blame after all if it's in your genetics. I can't believe we passed on such a flaw”, my mom remarked.

“It's not a flaw”, Mirabel interjected.

But before she could continue, my mom started talking again: “Sorry if we upset you, dear. We're not judging you or your sexuality. It's none of our business what you do with your life. We just don't want our daughter to be a dyke.”

“I think we should go”, Mirabel announced, squeezing my hand.

“What? Why? Please stay a little longer”, my mom requested.

“(f/n) doesn't deserve the way you're treating her. Come on! Let's go!”, my girlfriend encouraged me and helped me stand up.

My dad's hand wrapped around my wrist. “You're free to go whenever you want, but our daughter stays”, he demanded.

“Are you sure you want to oppose my family?”, Mirabel threatened him.

Reluctantly he let go.

Mirabel quickly led me to the border of the town to get somewhere quiet.

“Hey, are you okay?”, she worried.

Her voice sounded muffled to me due to the ringing sound in my ears.

It felt like I could barely breathe and at the same time like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

I desperately wanted to get out of this state.

My fingernails buried themselves in my hand. But even the slight pain did not help.

“(f/n), I think you're having a panic attack.”

It was difficult to process her words.

“Let's remove your shoes, okay?”

She helped me out of my shoes.

I could feel the soft grass against my feet. It actually did have a calming effect.

“What did we do on our first date?”, she asked me.

I stayed silent. Speaking seemed impossible right now. I could not grasp a clear thought.

“You can do it, (f/n). What did we do on our first date?”, she repeated.

“We went hiking”, I recalled panting.

“Exactly. What else?”

“We had a picnic on top of the mountain. The landscape was stunning, but I could barely take my eyes off of you. We stayed there until the stars appeared and shared our first kiss.”

“Yes, we did”, Mirabel confirmed with a smile. “Now again. What did we do on our first date?”

“But I just told you”, I protested still out of breath.

“Just do it.”

“We went hiking. We had a picnic on top of the mountain. The landscape was stunning, but I only had eyes for you. We shared our first kiss under the stars.”

“Again.”

I had to repeat the story several times before Mirabel finally allowed me to stop.

“Feeling better?”, she wondered.

“Actually I do. Thanks. But how did you know how to react?”

“My sisters had their fair share of panic attacks before. Your parents aren't the only ones with high expectations”, she enlightened me. “But you were right. Maybe we shouldn't have had that dinner.”

“No, it's fine. I feel a sense of freedom now that it's over. Thanks for supporting me, Mira.”

She pulled me into a tight hug making me feel loved after this horrible family incident.

We spent the rest of the evening cuddling on the grass and waiting for the stars to shine again.

#encanto #mirabel madrigal x fem reader #lgbtqia +#panic attack #homophobia #angst #fluff #hurt/comfort #family issues #disney #romance #julieta madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal

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wyntr-thyms-2sh1ne · 6 months

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El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino

The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

You work as a personal servant within the Royal Madrigal's family castle, but after the fall of the Castillo and rebirth of the miracle, your work plans change. Time to make the missing triplet feel at home once again.

The dictionary of my spanglish and bad timeline: - El Castillo de Encanto the casita in this version. - Reader is technically 22 years old. - I'm using a mix of a magical democratic monarchy and traditional Spanish, Colombian, and a dash of Downton Abbey

Chapter ambience: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLWbKf4YcAA

Fifty years ago, a newly widowed mother received a miracle. Pushed out of her home after the birth of her three children by the violent conflict of the Colombian civil war, she and her husband were forced to flee in hopes of finding a new home. Even as many joined them, they could not escape the dangers of warfare. The wife watched as her newly fathered husband was lost to the violence of war. But, even in their darkest moment, Alma Madrigal was given a miracle.

The candle she held became a magical flame that could never go out, and glowed brightly in that dark night. It blessed Alma Madrigal with a refuge in which to live. The magic made towering green, protective mountains over her and her people. It was a place of wonder, an enchantment. The miracle grew, creating a castle for her and her family to live in, El Castillo de Encanto. Their house, the castle itself, came alive to shelter them.

When her children came of age, the miracle blessed them with magic too. Passing down to them a magical gift to match the magical candle Queen Alma Madrigal was bestowed. And when their children came of age, that magic was passed through each generation. Together, the royal family's gifts have made the Encanto, truly, a paradise.

Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.

Each gift given to the Madrigal’s was just as special as they were.

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When you wake up you do so to the sound of a ringing bell, loud and clanging to purposefully alert the women and men around you. You jump up so fast being so startled and smack your forehead on the wooden panel of the bunk above you. With a small hiss and rubbing your forehead, you stumble out of bed, grabbing at the clothes under your bed frame. The woman above you does too. Everyone around is scrambling to get their royal garb on, whispering in excitement.

Today we move back into El Castillo de Encanto! The Castle!

You had to admit how relieved you were. It was so cramped in this temporary arrangement the servants of the Madrigal family found themselves in while the magic was still weak. This was usually where the nuns from the church would stay.

Truly, a humble celibate life they live… You think to yourself as you use a silvery, shiny ribbon to quickly tie your hair into a low ponytail.

Ten years ago, the village of Encanto fretted over the state of the magic blessing when Mirabel Madrigal did not receive a gift like the rest of her family. Not even 24 hours later, one of the royal magical triplets in the second generation known as “Bruno, la maldición del destino” by most of the town, disappeared.

You were only 12 when this all happened, working alongside your parents as an apprentice of servitude. When you were 13, you were working alone without your parents anymore. You weren’t sure why they passed away so young.

You loved your parents. The Columbian political unrest was too much, most nights they could see the smoke billowing from other towns around them being lit aflame. When your mother got pregnant with you they had a hard decision to make, stay with their friends and family and be in their home, or leave to ensure the safety of their future daughter- you. They thought and thought until your mother was incredibly far along in her pregnancy and the smoke got closer and closer, until they could see orange in the village nearby. The flames licked upwards, burning the homes of innocent families. So, with nothing but a bag with a blanket and a mysterious letter that didn’t have a return address with directions, they set out to find the mysterious Encanto.

You still had that letter. You had practically memorized what it had written on it. In shiny golden metallic font, it stated, “The Encanto, home for anyone looking for refuge or a miracle. Follow the butterflies. Climb the forested mountain. It is waiting for you.” They did. Somehow, they told you, they found it. It was almost like being lost and blinking and suddenly realizing where you’re going. They walked by the butterflies they saw. They took the nights in the cover of the jungle forests. They hiked up mountains.

They actually saw the castle, and almost as if it was meant to be, your mother went into labor. You remembered sitting there and listening to this story as a child with wonder coursing through your veins. The magical royal family was alerted to them as newcomers, and they took pity on your mother and father. You were born inside the castle, brought into the world by none other than her Majesty Juileta Madrigal. The Madrigals favored your parents' perseverance and love for you as their daughter. They were personally assigned to be paid and housed as servants of the Madrigal family.

Which, in the Encanto, was a very good job many of the villagers would be envious of.

Your mother became Juileta’s personal servant. Your father, Bruno’s. You would remember how your mom would come back to the servants quarters with a smile on her face and a treat for you. Your father… Typically would come back looking worried and flop on his bed for a minute before winding down and being his usual self.

When you were 5 that was when the apprenticeship started happening. Nothing really like backbreaking work, the servants usually never had to do that. You followed in your parents footsteps and worked to be a personal servant. The Madrigals had servants for everything. Teachers, babysitters, clothes, cooking, training- anything! A passion could easily be followed. Like your mother and father, from a young age you really liked order. You liked cleaning, putting things in place, choosing outfits and hairstyles or decorating rooms to be more cozy.

When Mirabel came of age for her gift, and the ceremony was a disaster as she didn’t even get a gift, your mother and father seemed both distraught. Then, Bruno disappeared. Your father suddenly and immediately declined. He wouldn’t get up for his servant job from his bunk. He only spoke to you and your mother. You couldn’t even think of how many times he whispered “you know I love you, right?” to you and your mother every night. You knew he blamed himself for Bruno disappearing, perhaps. Maybe he thought he should’ve done a better job? You didn’t know. You were too young to know.

Your mother passed first, however. You remember her waking up really early that day and whispering “I love you mi luna” to your dad, kissing his cheek before leaving. You don’t know exactly what happened. You think maybe a stroke. But your mother passed while working, and it was so quick Juileta couldn’t get to her in time to heal her.

When your father heard the news he was devastated. He held you that night. When you woke up to get breakfast you came back to him cold, and lifeless, still in his bunk. You knew he died of a broken heart.

You wished to have a love like your parents. A marriage like them. But ever since they passed you have focused on working and being the most reliable servant in the Castillo. Because of that, at the ripe young age of 13 you were assigned to La Riena Alma’s biggest mess.

Mirabel Madrigal.

Her Queen Alma Madrigal found the gift-less grandchild to be a pain, invisible, not as special as the rest of the magical family. When she saw how hard you worked even at your age and everything that had happened she grew content with making you the girls permanent personal servant.

You didn’t complain.

By then she was 7. And Mirabel was the kindest, funniest, little girl you had ever met. You practically raised her. You studied with her after her educational servant would let her out for the day, you bathed her and made sure her hair was shiny, you cleaned her glasses and taught her how to step on every stone in the Castillo without putting a foot on a crack.

It broke your heart to see how badly Mirabel wanted to help the family even without a magical blessing like her siblings and cousins. You would go into town with her sometimes and watch the villagers practically ignore her. You hated it. But you tried everything in your power to make sure that Mirabel was happy, gift or no gift. She was special to you. A soul sister.

When you turned 18, because of how well you handled Mirabel, her majesty Queen Madrigal named you head of servants. Honored, and feeling privileged, you worked even harder. But despite everything you did it felt like the family tension with Mirabel and the hush hush about “ese desgraciado Bruno diablo” grew more and more.

Until the magic completely failed.

When Isabela Madrigal had a very unsuccessful, chaotic proposal from the village favored Guzman family son, Riena Alma ordered you to take all the servants away to a temporary housing arrangement at the church. She made sure to scream about how the magic is strong and the candle will never burn out.

It did.

The Castillo literally crumbled to the ground. Turned into a pile of rubble with barely known remnants of what was once a glorious castle. Mirabel disappeared. Horrified you spent hours with the Madrigals searching for her in this devastated state. The magic was gone, the blessing was no more, and it would seem only a miracle could fix the internal damage within the familia Madrigal and the hope of the villagers.

Thankfully. She did come back. On horseback, with her Abuela Alma and a figure no one ever expected to return.

Bruno.

Reunited with her family, Mirabel single handedly encouraged the entire Encanto to hope in miracles again. A month of hard work from everyone made the Castillo be rebuilt in the same glory it was before. And when Mirabel added the final touch of a doorknob, the miracle became restored. The bright golden lights and sparkles and swirls of colors that made their way up through the stone of the Castillo and rooted themselves in the ground under the whole village's feet was a sight to only behold in a state of awed wonder.

It was a day of celebration. You took Mirabel’s hands and danced with her in celebration, cheering, saying “I knew you could do it! You are so much more special than you realize!!” The new miracle bestowed another blessing on the land, one that united everyone in communication and a desire to be better and let go of the biases of the past and make a better future.

You blinked rapidly from your thoughts when your bunk mate called for you over her shoulder, “Hey! Líder sin miedo, c’mon! You’re going to be late moving into your ‘elite servant’ room!”

You laugh and sprint towards her and outside of the cramped sleeping quarters, “As long as I get top bunk this time!!!

~~~

Your joke earlier was meant as a joke and when you got to the castle everything went even more smoothly. Luckily, you did not need a bunk mate. Upon uniting with their respective Madrigal family members, each servant was either on the giving or receiving end of a magical hug.

Mirabel threw herself at you and you at her, both of you embracing in a fit of giggles, dancing from side to side in the tight hug. When the girl pulls away she pushes her glasses up her face and smiles at you as if she was still the humble, giftless girl she was before and not the restoration of a miracle.

Her humbleness still made her excitedly help you get settled into your quarters. They were nice. You had a room alone to yourself, with a queen sized bed and your own personal bathroom, bookcase, desk, wardrobe, and drawers. Mirabel didn’t shut up the whole time she helped you get moved in, excitedly talking about the magic and then moving on to the most surprising topic to most of the other servants.

Her tío Bruno.

She excitedly explained to you how he was “weird, but not like, weird weird like more like just kinda nutty weird not like super evil weird.” Which honestly made you chuckle a little.

“So master Bruno is awkward?”

“Yeah!” Mirabel lit up, still talking like a madman, which you loved. You really did like it when someone was excited to talk about something. It was sweet how passionate they would get. And you loved Mirabel, and so each nod and hum you gave in reply to her rambling was entirely genuine.

She explained how short Bruno was. How he lived in the abandoned dungeon and the walls of the Castillo, with his only friends being the rats in there. She even explained his embarrassing habit of using them to make his own little personal plays so he would be entertained all cooped up in there.

You giggled, only drawing on what your father’s experience was with him. He explained Bruno was always well meaning but prone to being really unlucky himself. He always tried to convince you as a young girl that Bruno wasn’t as scary as everyone made him seem.

Standing at 5’3, being 50 years old, and looking so skinny for his age- yup. You believed him and Mirabel well over the village folk and Camilo’s shallow seven foot interpretation of his uncle.

Mirabel went on to explain how much he loved the Encanto, the Madrigal monarchy itself, and each and every one of the family members. How he aided her in seeing the future to help save the miracle. She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on how he seemed to be the only adult she had ever met (“aside from present company, of course,” she made sure to add, winking at you) who treated her with respect. Like he understood her wishes and desires and demands and even if he was scared he knew what was for the best despite the wishes of the f amily to remain “fine”. After her emotional banter about him she got more into his appearance.

By then you were following behind her with your back straight, clasped hands held at your belly button height, resuming the perfect personal servant posture as you did before the collapse. Your tied up hair billowed behind you as you kept a strong, certain stride. You wanted to make sure you kept working that hard and pouring everything you had into this job even if the family seemed more lax. You were the Head of Servitude, after all.

“He has this crazy slouch. You know, like the kind you see little gárgolas standing in. Oh! And he always rings his hands or waves them around- real expressive with them, ya know?” Mirabel walked, talking to you over her shoulder, “He is all gangly like he doesn’t know where to put his limbs sometimes. You know what I mean- like a growing adolescente. He seems to not understand where to place his feet.” Mirabel walked the memorized path to her room, not stopping a moment during all of this, “When the castle was rebuilt he immediately went to bed. He wasn’t awake this morning if you didn’t see- in fact I bet he’s still in bed, durmiendo todo el dia, jeez, what an old man. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t really like using his gift anyways.”

When she stopped in front of her door she turned to you, a smile still on her happy little face. You chuckled, and spoke, “What a glowing review for your regio uncle.”

“I know right!” Mirabel giggled and moved her hips and legs so her brightly colored skirt swung back and forth. You stepped up next to her with a soft smile, making her turn towards her bedroom door and reach for the handle, “Now it’s your turn to help me move in!” She gave you a sly smile, knowing you would love this detail, “I need a lot of help decorating.”

Your eyes lit up in happiness, your face not revealing it in its entirety but a small smile did form on your lips.

You grabbed the door knob with her, “What are we waiting for then?!”

Mirabel laughed.

The next week went on with the Madrigal family settling back into the Castillo with as much grace and understanding under the new miracle Mirabel had created. Unfortunately, because Mirabel was the creator of this miracle you found yourself not her personal servant as often anymore. It meant you had to resume the extra duties of head of servitude (which, admittedly, were not as fun as goofing around with Mirabel all day).

You usually wake her up most days. It meant a good morning routine and a great way to start off the day as she would sing while you fixed her hair and tended to her curls. Her eyes would scrunch behind her glasses as you scolded her for being such a “wiggly worm” and “oruga tonta”.

So often her Majesty the Queen Alma Madrigal would come into Mirabel’s room in the morning. You would have to take a step back as your mistress would run up to her abuela and kiss her cheek and ask her how she slept. It was clear that they had repaired their relationship and were eagerly growing it as the days went on.

“Might I borrow the room, miss?” Reina Alma had asked of you on the first morning back in the saddle.

You bowed, “Yes your su Majestad,” You kept your head down in proper etiquette with your hands placed together at your midsection, walking past the queen with kindness.

You were anxious. Mirabel was whisked away more and more by her grandmother, and while you were so excited for her you knew what it meant. Less time with you! What you saw as your little sister was finally growing up and it pained you a little. You didn’t know why. You practically felt like her second mom. You watched her grow from lost in the world to understanding her place.

Perhaps you wished to continue to have that life guidance for her. It gave you a lot of meaning.

When Mirabel was advising her grandmother, you busied yourself with the other tasks demanded of your head of servitude job. That included but was not limited to meal preparations, cleaning, making beds, washing laundry, explaining to Camilo that he has to understand that he cannot go into the female servants quarters even if he was “technically a female servant right now”, and finding meaningless ways to make even more spaces within the Castillo aesthetically appealing.

There were a few times in that week you would reorganize a room just for the heck of it to give you some purpose, and Castillo’s tiles and walls would shift, rattling and making a satisfying domino effect, pushing the furniture back into its proper places. This was often accompanied by a sigh, because you knew Castillo could tell you weren’t doing it for your job, but rather, for your own fulfillment.

It was getting boring. You loved your job, but it seemed without purpose. Mirabel was growing up and doing what she was born to do- be the real miracle.

You found yourself often going back to Julieta or Agustin during this time to assist them- Agustin because he was always clumsy and needed help with something, Julieta because you could never shake the feeling that she felt like “mom”. About halfway through the week, an interesting conversation happened in the kitchen.

“Agustin appreciates the attention you’ve been giving him despite the fact he already has three personal servants to keep him out of trouble,” Julieta smiled at you, her down turned brown eyes warm as you mixed dough, her hands busy kneading it.

A lot of servants helped her cook, and they all bustled around with ingredients and bowls and utensils of all kinds. The smell in the kitchen was amazing, absolutely estupendo.

“Of course la dama, anything to help the amazing Madrigals,” You replied, smiling at her work. What a unique gift. All she needed to do was lay her hands on the food at some point or another in the process and have it possess that healing power.

“You might need to get used to it,” Daniela, a kitchen maid, skidded past, only a few years older than you. She put a bowl into the oven, using the fireplace poker to make sure the heat stayed consistent on the food, “I’ve heard Mirabel and her Majesty Reina Alma are getting close. Almost like she is her heiress.”

You paused, shooting her a glance as Julieta chuckled and shook her head a little, “Mamá still has some kick in her and Mirabel is still only a child, una adolescente, she’s just 15. That won’t be happening soon.” She looked down, and you noticed despite her words she had a giant, proud, motherly smile on her face for her daughter. Always in her corner, just like you.

“Still,” María, the second kitchen maid and Julieta’s own personal servant, butted in, “Soon to become a royal advisor I’m sure of it.” The older woman set a cutting board down and began to carefully chop up some fresh cilantro, “Perhaps even her own personal asesora real, considering all the advice she's giving Her Reina already,” María sounded more logical, as if stating the simple facts. She glanced up to look between you and Julieta.

“Probably due to be on the royal court this week alone,” Daniela chirped, ever the dramatic gossiper.

“I’d hope,” You burst, finally speaking up. You beat the liquids and powder in the bowl in front of you with much unbridled vigor that it became mixed as one within seconds, touching the rim and coating one of your thumbs with the batter, “After all these years pushing her to the wayside they finally recognize her talent- oh no! No longer a pequeña oruga, eating up resources and an unpleasant sight. But no, now she's a una hermosa mariposa, glowing with a new miracle… As if she wasn’t already and wasn’t that always!”

The kitchen completely stills. Both maids and her majesty Juileta all stare at you and the paused image of your aggressively beaten batter and downcast gaze.

You take your hands off the bowl, lower your head so your scalp is visible to the royal Madrigal in the room, bowing with your hands clutched at your midsection, “I beg your pardon mi señora, I don’t know what got into me.”

Julieta gives you a small, sympathetic look. She nodded to her two other maids, and both resumed their duties as if not being bothered at all. She turned to you, putting a gentle, caring hand on your tense shoulder, “My dear, levanta la cabeza,” she put a hand under your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Let’s have a moment, shall we? To the pantry, let’s go.”

Julieta led you with a hand on your back in the most mothering way you could imagine, whispering, “Danos un momento, ladies,” to her maids as she took you into the pantry closet, closing the door behind her.

The smell of spices, fresh herbs, and dried meats and proteins hit your nose the moment you were inside. You turned to her majesty, scrambling, “I’m so sorry. I feel she is slipping away from me-”

“Shh! Shh…” Julieta gently calmed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “Honey, I would know how you’re feeling. I’m her mother. Mirabel deserves this, yes, but it feels so whip-lashed for sure.. One moment she comes crying to your side and now she is the heart of the Encanto, what keeps the magic breathing and alive..” she gazed proudly at nothing in particular, before blinking rapidly and looking back at you. “But I know you, and I know this is more than that.”

You sigh softly, “I just… if she moves on, gets all this power and fulfillment… mine will go. What will I do as my job? Will I ever be happy in my job again?” You shrug then turn your head to the side, not meeting Juileta’s gaze, “Would I have to resign as head of servitude? Leave my job?”

“Gracious mija! Calm down…” Julieta frantically grabbed one of your hands, making your head turn back to her.

She gave a worried look, lips pursed and one corner pushed up. Her warm chocolate colored eyes gazed at you for a moment, making sure you were calm and adding extra comfort by being warm and assuring, before she continued to speak, “We all love you here in the Castillo.” She squeezed your hand softly, “If you were to leave I’m sure the other servants and half of the Madrigal’s ourselves would riot-“

This caused you to laugh a little, making Julieta’s smile grow a little bigger. She went on, “You were destined for this, I held you in my hands as an adorable bebita right here in the walls of the El Castillo de Encanto, and you love it! Why leave?”

“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen and I feel out of control,” you breathed, rushing it out as you gazed at Julieta genuinely. Your brows were furrowed so tight in fear of the admittance and the vulnerability you were in at that moment. You knew your forehead wrinkles probably look ridiculous looking back on it.

Julieta stared at you a moment, her eyes almost looking confused before they lit with a spark of understanding, “Ah…” She brought you in for a hug, “Oh mija… do not carry that on your shoulders… you were a little girl… there was no way you could control anything…”

You knew she was talking about your mom and dad.

“You think… that’s where this started?”

“Yes bebita,” she pulled away from the hug with a small smile, “It was how your mother and father coped too. When they were stressed they ran to control.. rules and order. Sí, I think that’s it for you. You like to feel in control because you felt so out of control when that happened. I’m letting you know right now you can relax, honey. The Madrigal’s and Mí Sobregoneta Familia will always take care of you. Come, come, let’s finish cooking dinner-“

You nodded, trying to lean into her words. It made sense in your head but your stomach felt uneasy still. However, logically you knew her majesty was right. Julieta could read you as if you were one of her own daughters.

By the time dinner had been served your rapidly beating heart had quieted and your mind was at a little bit more ease.

However, your boredom and lack of personal servitude would soon come to a screeching halt.

“I now announce you as his majesty Bruno Madrigal’s personal servant.”

Queen Alma Madrigal was smiling with her chin up, crown glistening, and back straight with each of her hands placed together in front of her.

You looked similar. A perfect straight back with knees slightly bent in a bow and knuckles white from gripping your hands together at your middle. However, you didn’t have a smile. You knew your eyes were big and face drained of color.

That morning started out how it usually did. How it always did. Waking Mirabel up and singing with her as you gently put oils into her curly hair. You decided to brush it back and keep the top of her hair in a cute little ponytail. The sun was warm, and her giggles were sweet, and she had no malicious intentions in her eyes behind those green glasses while she excitedly exclaimed she had a surprise for you.

When Reina Alma entered the room you bowed as you usually did, not a wrinkle in your skirt nor a stutter in your posture. However, it was when they both opened their mouths and had you rise from your bow that things got very very off schedule.

More so, completely flipped around.

And now her majesty Queen Alma Madrigal has assigned you a whole new job after the one you had exclusively been in since you were a teenager.

“Oh geez please don’t look like that!” Mirabel walked over to you and grabbed your upper arms, making you look at her. She gave her usual dorky smile, “This is literally perfect for you!”

“Mí mijo,” Alma stepped forwards, whispering as she took a more casual stance with you- something so surprising since the Queen really, really cared about her royalty and the whole strict regime that went with it, “He’s… Struggling. He is always late to family dinner. He’s not getting up on time. He’s too nervous to use his gift and to go out into town. We have tried what we can to convince him, and he…” she stopped, swallowing, looking at her granddaughter.

The bright butterfly continued for her royal family member, “He refuses a personal servant. I think he’s just shy. Maybe embarrassed. And probably really scared.” She smiled at you softly, pushing up her glasses and continuing, “He really needs some order and routine right now.”

Okay, now she was clearly trying to cater to you.

Queen Alma stepped forward and stooped down a little to your eye level so you could see her scalp, placing her royal, magical hand on your shoulder and it made you feel so humbled. However, she herself humbled instead, looking into your eyes and meekly begging, “You did such a wonderful job making sure Mirabel grew up, despite my best efforts, knowing she was good enough and could be happy.” You relished a little bit in how the Queen openly admitted her faults when it came to Mirabel, and you relished even more in the small, soft, warm smile the two shared after her words. “You are so talented and wonderful at what you do. You clearly care for the El Castillo de Encanto, the magic itself, and our family. Extend your helping hand to me, once again, but allow me to ask for the betterment this time,” Alma moved to stand up straight, putting her hand under your chin with her fingers curled in so only the knuckle of her pointer finger gently nudged your chin upwards too, “Mí Brunito needs you. I believe your magic touch-“ her lips curled in a small smile making you smile too- “will break him out of his shell and let him relax in his new life. I want more than anything to let my son know he is valued by the Encanto, by our blessing, by our family, and more so, to be proud of himself the way I am now so much more proud of him.”

You let out a sigh exclusively from your nose, shutting your eyes for a moment.

Everything made sense. You had to let go of Mirabel. She is grown up now. You were being put in a position where you were needed most.

You thought of your dad. How he used to take care of Bruno. How he implored people to be kinder, how he saw his master and friends true nature and how it deeply distressed him when nobody would see it too.

You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.

You opened your eyes. You wanted to fulfill the legacy set before you by two people just as loving and passionate as you were.

You have a small nod, looking between both of the Madrigals, “I would be honored to take his majesty Bruno Madrigal as my master.”

Both of them smiled. Soon, there were four arms wrapped around you in a hug.

In the distance you heard the faint noise of sand in the wind.

Fair warning, future chapters will have smut. 18+ I will tag it when it's appropriate Correct me on any spellings, bad grammar, and ESPECIALLY on poor translation. Thoughts? Feelings? If you have none: what kind of royal would *you* be?

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severeaesthetic · 1 year

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Encanto Masterlist

Nothing yet

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #x female reader #x fem!reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x female y/n #x reader #fluff

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grimyandereencantosimp · 1 year

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Hi!

Do you mind doing a camlio x female reader one part imagine where camlio has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to tell her? And then later, when the Casa Madrigal is falling apart and y/n and Mirabel are trying to get the candle, Camilo confesses his love?

Tysm ily!

(I'm so sorry for the long wait! :( And thank you, also you're welcome!)

Crush (Soft yandere Camilo x Fem! reader)

(This gif is perfect for this oneshot lmao.)

Tw: Stalking, wholesome yandere, soft yandere, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes?

Camilo's crush on you had lasted for months, and you of course had no idea of it. Camilo had a strong urge to confess to you, but every time he built up courage to he always fell back to his anxious self. He just didn't know how to tell you. He hated how he didn't know how he should of, it made him feel like a coward.

It didn't help he had never done this either, yes, he always had been the romantiac type. But never actually had been involved with realtionships and confessions.

Mind you, you and Camilo were close friends. Even though you were you were you were his friend, it didn't make it any easier for him.

Even though both of you were friends he often stalked watched you just to satisfy his love for you. What was wrong with him? He thought to himself

Odd things had been happening in the Encanto lately, it was mainly Casita and the Madrigal family. There had been cracks spotted on the walls and floors, and some gifts were failing on certain family members.

But thats when Casita had decided to crumble.

You rushed up to the house, seeing dust leaking from parts of the house. You stared in worry for a momment before entering, running over to Camilo. "What's happening?!" You asked loudly but with worry, barley being heard over the rumbling of the house, and countless objects and picture frames falling to the ground. "C-casita, it's falling! M-Mirabel and Abuela started arguing and afterwards a giant crack appeared on the ground. And it only got worse from there!" Camilo explained. "What about the candle?" You said to him. "Not good, Mirabels attempting to get it in her hands now." You looked over to see Mirabel climbing up on railing, once part of casita.

"I'm going after it too."

"What?!" Camilo gasped, "but you can't!"

You then went to run, but Camilos hand stopped you, his hand wrapped around your shoulder. "What are you doing Camilo?" You asked slightly irritated at him stopping you. "No, I can't let you do this! I can't let you die (y/n!)" "I don't care if I die or not, I need to help Mirabel make sure that the candle is safe and not destroyed!" You said worryingly, determination also lacing your voice. "NO! I need to tell you something!" Camilo yelled, making you look at him straight in the eyes. "What then?!" You asked.

"I love you!"

Your pupils no longer dilated, but instead staring at Camilo in awe. His hand loosend around your arm as you turned to face him. "What?" You said, you mouth slightly gaped at the comment. "I love you." He said more gently. "Y-you love me?!" You said in disbelief, "Yes mi amor, I do." He said softly, well wholesomely smiling.

You then hugged him, tears slightly filling your eyes out of hapiness.

"I love you too Camilo."

(This wasn't really that yandere, but it was good to write something wholesome for once.)

#Soft yandere #Yandere #Yandere Camilo x reader #Camilo madrigal #Camilo x reader #Yandere camilo #Yandere encanto #Encanto #Encanto x reader #Madrigal family #Wholesome yandere #fluff #Ask

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Cuando la veo (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

a/n: Title and idea taken from Pimpinela’s Cuando lo veo.

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You closed your eyes and clenched your fists not caring that the cloth in your hand wrinkled beyond recognition, in fact, what you wanted most was to rip the dress apart, tear everything in your room, and leave the world as destroyed as your heart. It wasn't fair, this wasn't how it all had to end, your life was supposed to just begin, bright mornings and warm afternoons awaited you with the love of your life. But you were only greeted with a terrible winter that soaked into your bones and a huge emptiness in the center of your chest.

"You promised you'd be here, Santi" you whispered, hugging yourself "you swore you'd never leave me"

And yet, you were alone again.

No family, no friends, no partner, no future. You had nothing more than the misery that consumed you little by little, the guilt that whispered in your ear that you could have done more, the rage that threatened to burn you whole from the inside, and a love, pure and sincere, so big that was painful because it no longer had anyone to reach out to.

You glanced sideways at the letter that had arrived that morning. You had barely opened it, and all you had to do was read the greeting to set it aside and burst into tears, too weak to face any consolatory speech it might contain. “I'm so sorry, my little alhelí” it said, in your aunt’s fine handwriting, the only family you had left, and whom you hadn't seen in years.

You didn't even know how she found out about what happened, but you didn't care at the time, it had all stopped making sense to you anyway. All you wanted was for time to turn back and for your fiancé to come back, to fulfill the perfect life that you were supposed to have together.

"Damn you, Santiago Cabral" you said, swallowing the lump in your throat "damn you for leaving me alone, for breaking my heart like this... and because deep down I know it's my fault, that I wasn't enough"

A new wave of tears invaded you, making you fall to your knees beside the bed. Your hands no longer had the strength to keep mistreating the veil of your wedding dress, nor did your voice come out in sobs. You were simply no more than a ghost. One that seemed doomed to the memory of a man who never came and never would.

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Julieta sighed heavily as she set the wooden ladle aside, turning off the stove and wiping her hands on her apron. She really missed Casita. Weeks had passed since the miracle was lost, leaving her entire family helpless, lost, and destabilized, and although the town seemed to wake up from a dream and had come to help them, one family even lent them a house to live in while they rebuilt theirs, it was true that the Madrigals could have had a better time.

Sure, there were some who adjusted better than others, but that didn’t mean they haven't suffered. Of the six grandchildren, Dolores was the one who felt most comfortable, it seemed that she was almost relieved to have lost her gift, and Julieta couldn't blame her, her niece seemed freer and happier, being able to participate in more activities that she couldn't before due to the sensory overload of her super hearing. Camilo and Isabela said they were fine, but there were times when someone would catch them trying to reactivate their gifts or pretend they still had them.

Antonio and Luisa were the most vocal when it came to expressing their pain, both very resentful of the loss of their gifts, one because of the brevity in which he was able to enjoy it and the other because of a sense of identity that was taken from her. And her sweet Mirabel, used to live without a magical gift, had taken it upon herself to teach them how to live a normal life. The only good thing about all of this was that the six of them had become a little more united and that if one was in trouble, the other five would respond. It was cute if she was being honest.

Adults were another story. Mom appeared to be strong, but everyone could see the fear in her eyes and the pain of having lost the last vestiges of Dad's sacrifice, she was almost always locked in her designated room. Bruno had spent the last ten years without having visions, so it wasn't hard for him to get used to the lack of magic, adjusting to living with the rest of the family again was the real challenge. Pepa didn't seem to mind not having a constant cloud over her head, and she took the time to reconnect with her brother, so they could almost always be found together, without the third of their triad.

Julieta was not proud to admit that the one who was handling everything the worst was herself. After having spent the last forty-five years cooking tirelessly, ensuring the health and safety of the entire town, she now felt utterly useless, with nothing to do, nor a true purpose that would finish justifying her existence.

She had ceased to be someone necessary, now she was simply a sad shadow, an empty shell, a lump that everyone forgot about after breakfast and until lunch, then disappeared again until dinner. And that hurt her soul. She couldn't help anyone anymore, she couldn't take care of her daughters and nephews, mom didn't talk to her anymore, she couldn't bond with her siblings, no matter how many times she tried or how much she missed Bruno, he and Pepa had always had a stronger bond than they ever would have with her. Simply, she no longer felt like she belonged to her own family.

There was only one person in the whole town who still seemed to notice her, who still cared for her, only one man who still bothered to ask her if she was okay or listen if she needed him. And it was not her husband, but her brother-in-law.

Agustín had been a great source of comfort in the first few days after Casita was lost, just as he had been the night Bruno disappeared. But like that time, that concern and fleeting warmth disappeared after three or four days. She wasn't stupid, she knew how things were between them for years, even before Mirabel's birth, and she really couldn't blame him for anything.

The thing was, since Casita was gone, Gus had stopped having so many accidents, and if he did, he wouldn't go to her, because after all, what could she do without her gift? So the gap that had existed between them for more than fifteen years began to widen little by little with each day that Agustín went to town, exploring a freedom that, ironically, seemed magical, while she was left alone, in a strange house, as if she was part of the kitchen instruments and nothing more.

"Okay, this is the third time you've sighed in the last five minutes, what's wrong?"

Julieta jumped a little and turned around quickly, finding Felix who was looking at her quite amused from the door frame. The woman sighed in relief and felt her muscles relax considerably in the man's presence. Of all the people around her, only he could make her feel a little better these days.

"How long have you been there?" she asked softly

"Enough to feel offended that you didn't notice" he smiled.

She rolled her eyes affectionately and crossed her arms as he walked towards her, carefully following his every move. She didn't think he was going to do it this time, but her brother-in-law could be ruthless when he put his mind to it, and she had no intention of getting caught up in a tickling fit again, childish as that sounded.

"So" he said, standing in front of her and mimicking her stance "are we going to do it by hook or by crook?"

Julieta looked at him for a moment, internally cursing the simple way in which his eyes seemed to scan her soul, without giving her a chance to come up with an excuse. No matter how many years passed, Felix had always been good at getting everything out of her, she could lie to anyone but him. It didn't mean she didn't try, though.

"It's nothing" she said "I'm just a little tired of cooking, that's all" he didn't seem to believe her at all.

“You decided the hard way then” he said, smiling as her sister-in-law's eyes widened and she hurried away from him.

"No, no, no, no, don't even think about it" she warned him

"Come here, Juli, I just want to talk to you"

"Stay away from me, Felix, I'm serious."

He just laughed and kept moving towards her, chasing her around the table and returning to their place the chairs she was pulling out to try to slow his progress. They both knew they were making a ridiculous scene and that if anyone found them they would think they had lost their sanity, but they didn't care. Despite what the woman said, he could see a soft ghost of joy in her eyes and a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, and that was enough for him.

"Felix, stay away" she told him again, taking the wooden ladle as a weapon.

"I wouldn't have to chase you if you stopped running" he replied.

Julieta didn't even notice the rag lying on the floor, too busy with the man in front of her, so she screamed when her heel slipped, knocking her off balance. She instinctively closed her eyes, waiting for the blow, but it never came. Instead, she felt a pair of large, strong hands, one on her hip and the other on her arm, holding her upright.

"I got you" her brother-in-law smirked at her.

"Th-thank you," she replied, pulling away from him and picking up the rag.

The atmosphere cooled again and the twinkle in the woman's eyes disappeared, as did any trace of amusement that might have existed. Felix was deeply sorry, but he also knew it wasn't unusual. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't keep his sister-in-law happy for more than a few minutes, at least not anymore.

There was a time when he and Julieta used to do everything together, when they were children they could spend hours and hours playing just the two of them without getting bored, they told each other everything, they supported and cared for each other, and despite their fears, it did not change as they grew. It was true that they drifted a bit apart when he started dating Pepa and she met Agustín, but they still managed to find moments to have fun together, and even once they had formed their respective sides of the family, it was not uncommon to see them together in the kitchen, talking quietly or venting comfortably with the other.

He knew that she saw him as another brother, and he felt the same for her. And maybe he never told her, but being a few years older, he felt it was his responsibility to take care of her as he took care of his beautiful wife. It just felt natural to him. That's why it hurt so much that he couldn't give her the comfort she so obviously needed.

"It's because of him, isn't it?" he asked carefully

"Felix-"

"You can't lie to me, Juli, you know that" he interrupted her "...it's because of Agustín"

She clenched her fists for a moment, before sighing and looking away. Sometimes she really hated the way he could read her so easily as if he knew her so much better than she knew herself. She didn't even try to pretend that she was surprised that she didn't call him “Gus” but instead went by his full name. Her husband had ceased to be her brother-in-law's comrade the same day that he had ceased to be the man she fell in love with.

“…partly yes,” she admitted quietly, “I just…feel lonely, you know? I'm glad that the girls are distracted, that they go for a walk and make friends, and it would be selfish of me to want Agustín to stay here with me all day."

"But?"

"...but, sometimes I wish that...I don't know, he would at least pretend that he cares a little about me" she said, hugging herself "I'm not going to say that I miss him getting hurt, on the contrary, you know well that one of the reasons we started to fell apart was because I was tired of having to heal him every two minutes”

It was true. On more than one occasion, Félix had heard her complain about having to run behind an adult man with an arepa in her hand in case he hurt himself like a little boy, and although she had found it cute at the beginning of their relationship, the truth was that the man and his accidents consumed most of what little free time she had.

"And I'm really glad he doesn't have so many accidents, especially now that I can't do anything for him, but a simple 'good morning' or a hug would be enough" she continued "the only times he seems to notice me is when we have to fake smiles in front of the girls”

"Juli-"

"And the fights, Felix...those are the worst part"

"The fights?"

He moved closer to her, frowning in concern and feeling his blood boil as tears began to roll down the woman's cheeks. But he knew Julieta, and after a few seconds he could see that they weren't tears of sadness, but of anger. If that man had hurt her, he wouldn't live another day to tell about it.

"He did something to you?" he asked carefully

Julieta stared at him in amazement, blinking a little as a mist lifted from her mind and a warm feeling bloomed in her chest as she noted the fire in the man's eyes. It felt nice to know that at least he cared for her to the point that the idea of someone hurting her caused such a reaction, even if it wasn't the case.

"No" she assured him, wiping her tears with the back of her hand and smiling softly at him "no, he hasn't done anything to me."

"But have you fought?"

"..Yeah"

"About what?"

“Lots of things” she sighed “but it's almost always about how late he gets home. And it's not that I want to control him, he can go where he pleases, but I never know where he is and I no longer have excuses for the girls when they ask me about him. I trust him, Félix, but I can't dispel doubts, especially Isabela's, if I don't know where he gets into all day... and these fights are becoming more and more frequent"

Felix looked at her for a moment, before sighing and pulling her into a hug that he knew she badly needed. He wasn't even surprised when she buried her face in his shoulder, nor did he care when he felt hot tears soaking into his shirt. It was a delicate matter, that was eating his best friend from the inside, and he knew that he would have to put that card back on the table, for her sake.

"Have you thought about getting a divorce, Juli?" he asked softly after she calmed down

The woman tensed in his arms for a moment and was silent for a long time. He waited patiently for her to accommodate her thoughts, held her firmly until he felt her relax again, and only broke away from her when she unwrapped her arms from his body. Julieta wiped her tears with her hand again, before she accepted gratefully the napkin that he offered her.

The truth was, there was no reason to avoid the question. Felix knew that she had been thinking about this for a long time, perhaps two years after Luisa was born. He had been surprised when she told him, but still, he had supported her as always and he had made her feel safe, even helping her figure out what papers she needed. But then Mirabel was born.

She would never, ever have the audacity to say that any of her daughters were a mistake. They were not. She loved them more than her life and would do anything for them, to take care of them and protect them, but sometimes she wondered if Mirabel's lack of gift was due to the fact that neither she nor Agustín had planned to have her, it just... happened.

And with her birth, things changed again. The news that he would be a father again had brought back her Agustín, the man she had fallen in love with. He had cared for her and pampered her like a queen, always attentive and ready to help her in whatever she needed, and for a brief moment, she had allowed herself to think that perhaps love had resurfaced between them... but it hadn't. As soon as her youngest daughter was out of her body, she returned to being one more decoration in the house.

It hurt her, knowing that they really had lost the fire they once shared, but she supposed that was how things were, and that it was better to get used to it. After all, absolutely no one could accuse Agustín Rojas of being a bad father, and she herself would be the first in the line of defense if someone tried to, she shouldn't be selfish, she should be thankful that her daughters had grown up with the best father they could have had, regardless of whether the little affection that still remained between them couldn't even be called friendship.

"He's a good man, Félix" she whispered.

“But you don't love him…not like that” it wasn't a question, but she forced herself to answer anyway.

"...No"

"Then why do you stay?" Félix asked "why are you still with him when you both know there's nothing there anymore?"

Julieta shuddered. He wasn't rude, nor could she find any hint of judgment in his tone, he really wanted to know, but saying it out loud made it terribly true, and she didn't know if she was ready to be honest with him, or with herself.

"For my daughters" she replied, looking into his eyes "...and because I don't know anything else...I don't want to be alone, and a cold presence is better than an empty bed"

Felix looked at her with a mixture of compassion and pain, but he didn't say anything, he simply hugged her again, wishing he could convey in that gesture all the love he had for her, and a clear message of support that he hoped she could get.

"Julieta!"

The two jumped up and separated quickly at the sound of Alma's voice and footsteps. The matriarch entered the kitchen just after her daughter had finished pulling herself together and putting a painfully fake smile on her face. Felix just nodded respectfully at her.

"Yes mom?" she obediently asked

“Mija, could you take some things to Laurita? She just told me that her niece is coming to live in Encanto, and she is interested in taking over her sewing workshop. I would go myself, but I have to accompany my children to the square, Brunito wants a new book and Pepita demanded one too" the woman laughed affectionately, undoubtedly adoring the image of her youngest children "so I thought you could go since you are not busy anyway”

Julieta felt her heart drop and the wound reopen. Not only did it hurt that her mother seemed to forget that she, too, was part of her "beloved" triplets, but the fact that the freshly cooked meal was behind her and yet she was thought not to be busy made her feel even more useless than she already did. But she forced herself to maintain her composure and was grateful that her mother didn't seem to notice that her smile was growing tighter with each passing second.

"Sure mom" she said haltingly "I'll go right away"

"Thank you dear"

Felix watched in silence as Alma left the kitchen, not noticing his presence for a single moment, before turning to Julieta, who only clenched her fists while she tried to calm herself with deep breaths.

"I can go" he said, placing a hand on her shoulder gently.

"No, it's fine, I can do it" she smiled at him "besides, some fresh air would do me good... right?"

"Sure" he returned her smile.

Neither of them mentioned the fact that the tension could be cut, deciding not to make matters worse, they were uncomfortable enough on their own. He assured her that he would take care of the rest of the meal, which she was grateful for as she walked out, leaving her apron hanging on the hook by the door.

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"I'll wait for you downstairs, my alhelí" your aunt smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear "I've already cleaned the workshop, but if you want to remodel it, go ahead"

"Thank you, tía" you answered softly

“I asked Alma to bring me some things that I lent to the Rodríguez, it shouldn't take her long. She will be delighted to meet you”

You just smiled politely and closed your eyes to enjoy the feel of her calloused hand slowly caressing your cheek like when you were a child. The mention of your aunt's friend made you a little nervous if you were being honest. Tía Laura had filled you in on various events as soon as you arrived in town, and although you hadn't really been able to keep up with everything, you had gotten a little bit of the idea that Alma Madrigal and her family were practically royalty here, even though you didn't know very well why, and that they had recently lost their house, but you didn't know why either, a construction failure, perhaps.

An unfortunate fact, really, and perhaps in other circumstances, you would have offered to check if anyone needed medical attention since your aunt had told you that there were no doctors in the town (which shocked you, despite the promises of the older woman that they hadn't needed it), but in your current state and with guilt eating away at your soul, all you could offer was a feeble prayer for them, to whatever god would listen to a broken woman.

"I'll leave you to finish unpacking" Laura told you, taking you out of your thoughts "call me if you need me"

You offered her a weak nod and an increasingly broken smile. You hated the way the tears were starting to pool in your eyes again and your pulse raced. You had already spent too many months crying, it was not humanly possible that you still had tears, you didn't want to, you were tired of crying. Your aunt must have felt it, because without saying anything she caught you in a strong and warm hug, letting her fingers play with your hair.

“It's okay, my girl” she said sweetly “you'll be fine. You will heal"

You really wanted to believe her, you needed it to be true, but the pain was too deep in your chest that you doubted it would ever get out of there. Still, you refused to overwhelm the woman and forced yourself to hold back the tears a little longer, save them for when you were alone. You pulled away from her and forced another smile.

"Thank you, tía" you said again "for accepting me here"

"You will always be welcome here" she told you "as long as I am alive, you will always have a family, my girl"

"I don't know how I'm going to repay you" you said

"Nonsense, you don't owe me anything" she laughed "besides, we haven't had a professional seamstress here in a long time, and I can't imagine anyone more perfect for the job than you, my precious alhelí."

You chuckled softly as she pinched your cheek and watched silently as she left the room. You tried not to flinch too much when the temperature changed drastically as soon as the door closed as if all the cold and darkness inside you had been waiting until you were alone to get back to you.

You looked at the suitcase that was on the bed and the emptiness in your chest seemed to get bigger. You felt fragile and small and defenseless and a part of you was cursing you for having decided to pack… that. Of course, you knew it had been a bad idea, a terrible, pointless mistake. There was no good reason to justify your need to pack it, other than clinging to the last memories of Santiago and the idea of a life that would never belong to you.

Now you had to assume the consequences of that impulsive decision and come face to face with the ghost you had been carrying. You took a deep breath and walked over to the bed, taking the clasps of the suitcase with trembling hands. You knew it would be the first thing you would see when you opened it because it had been the very last thing you had packed.

"I can do it" you whispered "I can do it"

You closed your eyes as you slowly lifted the lid, feeling like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, and after a few seconds, you forced yourself to look down. There it was, your wedding dress, as white and pure as the day you bought it. The veil was wrinkled from the force with which you had taken it that terrible day, but the rest was intact.

You felt as if the white burned your eyes, mocking you. It was as if the fabric knew that you were never going to wear it, that you would never see yourself in the mirror wearing it or walk down the aisle to the love of your life. It was as if the dress knew it was over before it even started. And yet, you hadn't been able to get rid of it. The thought of leaving it behind had seemed like a crime to you, which was why you had brought it with you, despite the damage you knew it would cause. Of course, not as much as the other dress you buried in the smaller suitcase, but you weren’t planning on opening that one yet, not in a long, long time.

You couldn't bear to look at it for more than a few moments, so you quickly picked it up and carelessly stuffed it into a black cloth bag your aunt had lent you, tossing it to the back of the closet, where it would stay until the next time you decided to torture yourself and take it out.

"Hopefully, I'll find something in this place that will make me forget it's here" you said to yourself.

You turned your attention to the rest of your things, unpacking everything quickly so as not to keep your aunt waiting too long, but the dresses never left the back of your mind.

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Julieta! It's nice to see you here, my dear."

The brunette smiled kindly, receiving the older woman's hug a bit awkwardly as she tried to balance the boxes of fabric, ribbons, needles, and other sewing items that her mother had asked her to bring. She had hoped that the walk there would clear her mind a bit, but the feeling of loneliness kept swimming in her chest like a fish in water.

"Same here, Laura" she politely replied "it's been a while."

"And you say it, Mija, it's been a long time since I saw your face"

Julieta laughed softly, silently acknowledging the maternal warmth that characterized the other woman. Laura had become known in Encanto for the beautiful dresses and suits that she made, with unique designs and beautiful patterns, there was no one in town who would not want to have at least one item of clothing from her collection. It had been a shame when the woman had decided to close her sewing shop, saying that she felt too old to go on with it.

In truth, she was only about 12 years older than the triplets, so she really wasn't as old as she claimed, but she had been adamant in her decision, so they hadn't been left with a choice other than accept it. She still took on mending and embroidery jobs, but it wasn't the same anymore, though the woman's warmth and kindness were still well-known and appreciated.

"Mom asked me to bring you this" the brunette said, carefully moving the boxes.

"Oh yes, allow me" Laura smiled, taking some of the smaller boxes to lighten her load "come in, you're home"

Julieta nodded gratefully, following the woman inside. Despite her age, she felt like a child entering a wonderland and she couldn't contain her amazement as soon as she walked through the front door. Laura had always had exquisite taste, and despite the fact that she had only been in her house a few times accompanying her mother when she was little, she still found it a precious place.

There were elegant decorations and handmade embroidery pictures everywhere. The plants that were in the corners really brought life to the room and the soft beige color of the walls made everything feel homey, warm and so familiar that the brunette felt strangely sheltered and safe there. If it weren't for the fact that the images of Casita collapsing still haunted her every time she closed her eyes, she could almost say it was the second most magical place in Encanto.

"You can put that in there, honey" Laura said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Alma must have been busy."

"Yes" Julieta forced a smile as she left the boxes on the floor "She, Pepa, and Bruno had to go buy some things"

"And you didn't want to go with them, dear?"

The brunette felt as if a dagger was being plunged into her chest, but she maintained her composure. After all, it wasn't the kind woman's fault that she was being selfish and wishing her mother or her siblings would include her in their plans.

“I was just curious” she lied “that's a lot of sewing stuff, can we expect a reopening of your workshop soon?”

“Oh, I hope so, mija” Laura laughed heartily “although not because of me. You know I'm too old for that, but my niece is interested in it."

"Oh yes, mom mentioned that she was going to move here."

"My precious girl, she has just arrived, after I begged her for months" the older woman said, smiling fondly "and I must say that her hands are more skilled, and her designs far surpass any of mine."

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

Julieta jumped a little at the sudden voice that came from behind her. She turned to see the most beautiful woman she had ever seen coming down the stairs. She was young, with an innocent and passionate aura, but her eyes were loaded with sadness and in her smile, she hid the ghost of deep pain. Still, the brunette couldn't help the feeling of warmth that settled in her stomach, as if thousands of butterflies began to wake up, her mouth went dry and time seemed to stop, preventing her from saying anything or doing anything but looking at you while you. Of all the amazing treasures that Laura had, it was definitely you, the newest addition, the most beautiful.

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sp-ce-doll · 2 years

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"I'm not coming to dinner tonight."

Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Request from @bloody-bunni666

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Sliiiiiiight breeding kink. Like if you squint lmao. This is very SFW though, nothing graphic.

A/N: This is literally the first fic I’ve ever posted on tumblr. Please be nice >.<

Bruno was sweating bullets, tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as he descended the steps from his tower. It was almost dinner time for the Madrigals, and he was about to announce his absence from the daily family event.

He had only recently rejoined his family after years of isolation, years of sitting in the walls of La Casita watching his sisters raise their children and his mother growing older. At last, he was finally welcomed back and as he entered the dining room, he saw a plate with his name on it already set in front of his seat.

Dolores was already seated, laughing as she watched Camilo shifting his physical form between himself and Alma for her amusement. Julieta and Mirabel were running frantically between the kitchen and the dining room, bringing with them a new plate or pan or bowl with the family’s dinner. Bruno giggled to himself, admiring how his niblings had grown, taking after his sisters’ respective quirky natures. It was going to be hard to excuse himself from dinner.

Alma walked in carrying Bruno’s favorite tamales, followed by his brothers-in-law. Now was as good a time as any.

“Mama,” Bruno said just above a whisper.

“Hm?’ she said, setting down her baking dish without looking up.

Bruno took a breath and let it out.

“I’m not coming to dinner tonight.”

The entire room stopped what they were doing and stared at Bruno wide-eyed. All except for Félix and Dolores, who smiled at each other with a knowing look.

“What?” Alma asked in complete shock.

“I’m not joining the family for dinner tonight. I, uh, I have plans – dinner plans – with someone,” he replied, punctuating his sentence with a nervous laugh.

Alma looked taken aback. She loved and missed her son dearly, despite years of refusing to say his name. She unsuccessfully tried to hide her disappointment while fiddling with the placement of her cutlery.

“I see,” she said, “and who will you be joining for dinner this evening?”

Bruno was flustered and struggled to answer. Félix, however, was happy to help.

“He’s going on a date with the thick mamí that lives next to the bakery.”

The room erupted into whistles and teasing bouts of “Oyeee!” while Bruno tried to hide his face in his ruana.

“Es el tomando mi pelo? I didn’t hear about that!” chimed Dolores. She’s lying, of course; she hears everything.

Alma was unamused. She sat down in her chair and magically whisked Bruno’s chair away from the table with a flick of her wrist. The teasing banter settled down and Bruno came out from his poncho.

“You will be missed, mi hijo,” she said.

“Sorry, mama,” Bruno said.

***

Bruno made his way to your house, so nervous that he forgot to ask Isabela to make a bouquet for you. He didn’t want to show up empty-handed, so he ran into the bakery and got some pandebono, hoping it meshed well with whatever you were cooking.

He finally arrived at your door and knocked three times, whispering to himself, “Knock, knock, knock on wood.”

You answered the door wearing a flour-dusted apron that you felt did not flatter your body. You stared wide-eyed at your crush who was smiling and nervously holding up a bag of bread.

“Bruno!” you blurted out. “I wasn’t expecting you – uh, how are you?” You took the bread from his hands.

Bruno frowned. Did you forget about their date?

He looked down to meet your eyes and mustered up the courage to speak.

“I’m good, yeah, yeah, I’m good. It’s just we had a da- I mean, you invited me to dinner. It’s seven o’clock, haha.” He wanted to curl up and die.

“Oh, Bruno,” you said with a small laugh, “dinner’s tomorrow. I’m preparing everything now.”

Bruno couldn’t possibly be redder. He didn’t know what to say.

Above, the clouds rapidly began to cover the sun and sky, a few drops beginning to fall.

“Oh, it’s raining! Hurry, come inside!” you said, pulling Bruno in by his free hand. He nearly tumbled over, but you were quick to catch his scrawny frame with your broader body. You helped him get to his feet, smiling ear to ear at his embarrassed face.

You turned to grab some water and a plate for him since he’d already made the trip over here.

He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you looked, despite your messy hair and disheveled clothing. Your apron was tied tight around your plump figure and Bruno could see every roll and curve of your body. He knew he probably shouldn’t be undressing you with his eyes right in front of you, but you just looked so delectable and somehow, so motherly.

“She would be such a good mamí,” he thought, quickly shaking the notion from his head so you wouldn’t notice him lusting after you.

You turned around again to face Bruno and nudged your head to the side, signally him to follow you. You led him to your small dining area and placed down a plate of the bread he brought with a glass of water.

“I’m sorry I don’t have much for you now,” you said bashfully.

“No, no! My fault…I probably should’ve looked at a calendar, ha,” said Bruno.

“Well regardless, I’m glad for the company,” you said smiling. You walked back to the kitchen to continue getting ready for the large dinner you planned for the both of you. Lord knows that poor boy needs to eat.

“How is tu familia, Bruno?” you called from the kitchen.

In the seconds since you left him, he had stuffed two balls of bread in his mouth and was working on a third. He panicked for a moment trying to respond you, causing him to choke.

“Bruno?” you called out to him again. There was no answer.

You wiped your hands clean and rounded to corner to check on him and saw as he beat his chest with a closed fist. His face was beginning to turn blue, and his eyes could practically pop out of his head from how wide they were.

You ran to his side, unsure of how to help. You tried to give him a rough couple of pats on his back, but he continued to choke. He looked so scared, and you began to cry from the fear of losing him.

“What do I do, what do I do?” you tried to ask him.

Bruno grabbed at your hands, turned around, and drew your arms around his waist so that his back was flush against your torso. He tried to cross your hands over his stomach, and you quickly got the message. You began squeezing his tiny body in short spurts, eventually dislodging the bread from his throat.

Bruno fell to his hands and knees, coughing and struggling to breathe. You took the glass of water from the table and knelt next to him, offering the cup. He put a hand up, letting you know that he was okay, and pulled himself up on feet using the table for leverage.

He swayed and brought a hand up to touch his head.

“Ay, I’m dizzy,” he said.

You snaked your arm around his and led him to your bedroom to let him rest.

***

Around two hours later, when you had finished preparations for tomorrow’s meal, you took off your apron and went back to your room to check on Bruno. He was lying awake and had the hood of his ruana up, covering the majority of his face.

You gently rapped on your open bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe.

“Knock, knock,” you said.

Bruno pulled his hood further over his face and mumbled a soft, “I’m sorry,” into the fabric.

You walked into the room and joined him on the bed, awkwardly sliding your body behind him, and wrapping an arm around his waist.

“You know you have nothing to be sorry for, right? Accidents happen, amor,” you whispered to him.

“Bruno is stupid,” he said.

You huffed a small laugh and slid your fingers up and down his chest.

“Why is Bruno stupid, Hernando?” You played along with his little act. Bruno loved to bring out Hernando when he was ashamed.

“He ruins everything,” he responded.

“Bruno didn’t ruin anything. Like I said, accidents happen,” you said, sighing a little. “I was so worried about you.”

You could feel Bruno’s heart thumping hard from under his clothes. You knew Bruno liked you, but you were waiting until he was comfortable enough around you to make your move. You planned to confess your feelings to him at dinner.

“Did I ruin it?” Bruno asked all of sudden. You looked at him confused.

“Ruin what, Hernando?”

Bruno pulled off his hood and sighed.

“Did I ruin my chance with you?”

You could cry, he was so sweet.

“No, but you sure know how to keep a girl waiting, amor.”

Bruno shuffled around to face you without you having to move the arm that encircled his waist. He was trying to be brave for you.

“I think you’re beautiful, (y/n),” he said.

You couldn’t think of anything to do or say but kiss him. His lips were soft, warm, and plush against yours. You closed your eyes tight, enjoying the passion between you two, but you could tell Bruno’s eyes were wide open from the green light somehow penetrating your eyelids.

You pulled back, opening your eyes as the green light vanished from his.

“I think you’re beautiful too.”

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cahmilo · 2 years

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What it feels like ㅡ carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem reader

genre: fluff

tags: oneshot, flirty reader, cold and oblivious carlos, mutual pining, bickering, arguing, making out, not proof read

summary: you loved to make fun of carlos madrigal who always had a stoic face, and you were continuously teasing and pranking him to get his attention. every time you see him, you always made it your goal to annoy him. on one fine day, he tries to talk back and it leads to something else you finally had been waiting for.

"I don't know, Carlos Madrigal just seems interesting to me." You smirked, taking a sip of coffee as you trailed off talking about Mirabel's cousin who was just outside the window tending to his chores. Beside you was Mirabel who had a questioning look on her face.

"You're peculiar Y/N. I always thought you'd be interested in Camilo instead, your energy matches his." Mirabel trailed off, eyes on Carlos who was walking around the village. Looking at her, you shrugged your shoulders, "Yeahh, no. Sometimes he's too much for me to handle AND he has eyes on the baker's daughter and I'm sneakily setting them up."

"And how are you gonna do that?" You put down your mug of coffee on the table as you laughed and shook your head. You had a mischievous grin that Mirabel just stared at blankly.

"I stole Tia Julieta's banana bread recipe that Camilo likes so that he goes to her shop everyday to buy hers instead." Mirabel gasped at your plan. "Oh, you are sneaky, does any of them know?"

You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, a scoff exiting your lips. "Ugh, do you really have to ask? I'm like the sneakiest pranker after Camilo that not even he can figure it out."

An eruption of laughter filled the kitchen of Casita as you two shared stories about pranks and jokes around the Encanto. Early in the morning, you always felt giddy when you enter the Casita. Not because of the coffee, but because it only served as an excuse for you to see the boy in maroon ruana that somehow caught your attention for no reason.

Speaking of the devil, he walked in to a cult-like setting in the kitchen, only hearing squeals and wheezes of laughter by you and Mirabel. A questioned look was on his face. Once you noticed his presence, you immediately put a smirk when you approached him slowly.

"Hola, mi amor" You flirted, finger stroking his arm while he gives you a disgusted look. Mirabel kept laughing at Carlos who stood still.

Noticing his frozen state, you patted the kitchen island and as commanded, Casita shifted its tiles to bring a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

You nudged Carlos' shoulder. "I made coffee for you, querido, hope you like it." Carlos glanced at the cup before muttering a 'thank you' and dashing out the door.

You can only let out a soft smile when he finally turned his back at you. Not a grimace or a smirk, but an actual smile of adoration. Mirabel caught up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "He would have been fun if he only flirted back."

"It takes time, Mira" You said, bumping your hip with hers gently. "Its actually surprising that he hasn't stabbed me by now."

"HE WHAT?"

"Yeah, he carries a pocket knife." Showing off a proud smile, you looked at Mirabel who had a stunned look in her face. "I did not know that."

"There are many things you don't know about him. He's that type of boy to be secretive and stoic with his feelings and that's exactly my type." You trailed off, showing the girl a playful smile. "I'm gonna make that boy part of my life someday"

"Jeez, you really are a hopeless lovesick flirt."

"Only for him, Mira. Only for him."

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Running back to his room as fast as he could, Carlos sat down on his desk as he held the cup of coffee you made. His hands were shaking, face flustered from your continuous flirtations.

"Dios mio, What are you doing to me Y/N?" He asked out loud.

His lips curled whilst he was thinking of you, an expression that no one else saw. Sure, he has let out a few smiles and tears to his family but you, you were something else.

Never did he once thought that he would be feeling love. After hearing stories from his parents, he always thought that romantic love was what made one truly happy. As he grew older, his perception of that changed as soon as his personality did too.

Having to be the shadow of the Madrigal twins, he never felt like he was special. Carlos never felt like he mattered, that he was solely there to help the community like a servant. He was never looked at, never talked to, never laughed with, never loved.

Until you came along.

He can't pinpoint a specific date, but he swore that one day you showed up in his life and his perception of it took a 180 degree turn. You weren't like the rest. You kept looking at him, you kept talking to him, you kept laughing with and at him, and,

You seemed like you liked him.-

Scratch that, he refused to put his heart on the thought of latter. You were a flirt. You weren't always an ass, but you constantly teased him. You always flustered him. You always somehow manage to almost break the cold persona he worked hard for to show.

Do you mean everything you said? Or was I just another toy to you?

One of the things that bothered him was that question. Why exactly did you choose him as the one you kept messing with? Oftentimes he would shapeshift to stalk you silently but you never had the same personality you had with other boys in the village. There were guys more appealing and attractive than Carlos.

And the thing is, he never showed you any response nor teased you back. He never made a move on you, he shoved you away, completely ignores you and if you two were to speak, your conversations would be done after 2 minutes, with you carrying. He pushed you away and never reciprocated your advances, so,

"Why me? Y/N?"

He can only sigh as he took a sip of the coffee he made. Like the drink, he felt his cheeks getting warmer and his stomach getting weird. His heart fluttered. He loved your coffee. It was perfectly balanced and tailored to his taste. The creamer and sugar not to sweet, and the brewed drink not too bitter for his taste buds. It was just right.

Raking his hands through his hair, he stood up and yelled while he plopped his body on his comfy bed. Facing the ceiling, he lightly slapped his cheeks.

"She needs to stop."

As much as he liked the attention from someone like you, he hated how to him, you treated it like it was a joke. You were constantly messing with him, always trying to break his façade, always trying to make him look vulnerable.

He hated that the first time he felt love was from a dangerous flirt that seemed to toy him.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up from his bed and dusted his maroon ruana. He went out the door, putting back a blank face as he walked out the Casita, doing something he has never done before.

Looking for you.

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Letting Carlos' legs trudge through the dried and mossy pavement of the village streets, he was out to find you. If he remembered correctly, you were either at your house, the garden, or at your parents' stall. He avoided the first and last option, still too nervous to approach both you and your parents.

Walking towards the large garden at the far side of the Encanto, he saw your figure. The sight of you is, strange.

He doesn't see the smug and flirty Y/N at all. Instead, he saw a lovely girl lying on the hammock by the large tree, casually reading a book. Your hair was flowing gracefully with the wind, your eyebrows furrowed as you were into whatever you were reading.

You didn't seem to notice Carlos approaching, it was only when he was literally standing in front of you with a blank face.

Immediately at the sight of him, your usual smirk was plastered on your face, sitting up from the hammock. "Fancy seeing you, here amor. Missed me already?"

Carlos glared at you. "As if, I only wandered here and found you. Sad you didn't fall."

You stood up and walked closer to Carlos, the close proximity of both your bodies sending him shivers to his spine. His eyes sparked a bit of surprise before it went blank and empty.

"Oh, does it count when I already fell.. for you?"

Now Carlos' face was flustered. You noticed a dark tint in his cheeks and it gave you a spark of hope that maybe your flirtatious deeds seem to have an effect on him. Carlos tilted his head, blank face trying to desperately hide the blush, "For all I care, I wouldn't catch you anyway."

Showing a dramatic face of disbelief, you put a hand in your chest. "Owh, being mean are we?" Inching closer near to his face, you whispered to him with a low tone, "You know how I always fall for bad boys right, amor?"

"Don't call me amor."

"What about..." You traced your hands on his chest, slowly leading up to twirl a strand of his curly hair "mi vida?"

Carlos snapped from his trance, hastily shoving your hand away from his face. "No, you need to stop."

"Oh, I see" You backed away, crossing your arms. "You're being hard to get now-"

"Enough!" He finally yelled, leaving you taken aback. Never had he raised his voice, and honestly, you didn't know what to do. Immediately the atmosphere became tense.

"I've had enough, Y/N! You keep doing this to me, acting like you have a thing and then laughing at me, I've had enough!" His eyes shown anger. Not that you weren't used to it, but the tone of his voice legitimately scared you.

"I'm not just some guy you can toy around with okay? Messing with my head, making me feel like crap and then you leaving happily as if you don't give a damn, I hate it! I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to leave me the hell alone and do whatever your pathetic life tells you to do!" He burst, leaving no space for you to respond. He was angry, and it terrified you.

After rambling, Carlos put a hand in his mouth, not realizing how much he has said to you than the 3 years you two ever talked. If you weren't fixated in his eyes, you would fail to notice the slight tear escape from his glassy eyes.

And it pained you to know that you were the reason behind it.

With a deep exhale, Carlos put his hands over his hair, trying to pull it. He dropped them and with a last glance on your unreadable face, he turned around, trying to escape. But you caught his hand in time.

Still not facing you, you looked down and whispered. "You wanna know why my life is pathetic?"

Carlos turned around and his heart broke at the sight of you. You weren't giving him a smirk, not lifting your eyebrows like you used to, you had hunched shoulders, and your eyes were also glassy trying to hold back a tear.

"Because you're not part of it."

You inched closer, still holding his hand. You grabbed the other, forcing him to face you. Carlos had disbelief plastered all over his face, not used to the vulnerable sight of you right now.

You looked down and continued to finally speak. "Everyday I dreamed of having a story like my fairytale books, a prince being there for the princess and they lived happily ever. All throughout my life, I believed that love with come to me. And I thought I did, when I saw you."

You looked up, and see his tear stained cheeks. Letting go of his hands, he felt sad at the warmth leaving. But that emotion didn't last long when you palms found their way to his cheeks instead, your thumb wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"But as I see it, you didn't seem to know what love is. You didn't know what love felt like. So instead, I tried so hard to grab your attention, to teach you what I feel about love, but-"

"I guess it backfired, and made you upset instead, and I'm sorry. But, I meant all of I said, I wasn't toying with you, and I never would want to."

Leaving a deep sigh, you brought your lips to the corner of his lips and gave him a soft peck. He only stared at you in shock, still completely frozen.

"I apologize, Carlos. I'll never bother you again."

Carlos finally managed to snap back to the current world, train of thoughts all around his mind when he felt your palms leave his cheeks, immediately losing the warmth that made his heart flutter. Looking at you, he saw you turn around and trying to look away.

She loves me. Someone loves me. And it's Y/N.

He couldn't just let you walk away, not after all the feelings he finally figured out. So he reached out to grab your hand, turned you around to face him. At the spur of the moment, he grabbed the sides of your face and collided his lips with yours.

You can tell he was inexperienced, making you giggle through the kiss. You led his hands from your face to your waist, and you brought yours around his neck, brushing against his curls. You inched closer, and deepened the kiss.

So this is what love feels like? Carlos thought to himself. To have his heart fluttering, to have a smile upon his face, to have goosebumps all over his skin, to have a reason to wake up in the mornings for the best coffee he's ever had, to be able to finally show his true colors to you, whom he trusted.

Yes, this is what love feels like. For Carlos to feel warmth in your embrace, to be appreciated for his existence, to be seen in a light that isn't about his gift or powers, to be feeling affection from someone he had been longing for, to have Y/N L/N be finally part of his life.

Yes, this is what love feels like. For you to finally get the prince you've been asking for, to be reciprocated by the boy you longed for, to have his lips synchronize with yours, to have Carlos Madrigal be finally part of your life.

This is what love feels like.

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suncakie · 2 years

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—Empanada | Camilo x fem!reader

request. [Anon] Hii, I’m here for a request :3 Can you write a fluff one-shot Camilo x fem reader where Camilo present the reader to the whole family and theirs reactions? Bye have a nice day!!

Warnings. Ooc Madrigal family, Camilo is ooc(?), Agustin didn't get screen time, suggestive content(just camilo suggesting to call him papi), Fluff, cliché ending.

Notes. Hello Anon!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long I got kind of busy with tests but here it is! I hope you have a nice day too:DD!!

Camilo never found the time to introduce you to his family, Felix and Pepa's Anniversary celebration came around and it seems (un)luck settles with him.

"Mami, Papi, this is (name), my partner" Camilo your lover introduced as you waved awkwardly towards the two adults.

Today, encanto was celebrating an event which you had no clue what was it about, although looking at the matching colours of the theme and the outfit the couple in front of you were wearing, you assumed it was their anniversary.

According to Camilo, you haven't met anyone from your partners side, well except for Antonio who practically acted as your son during your relationship, Camilo was a little jealous at first because your attention would go to his little brother more if he was in the same room as him, but the more it happens the more he thinks your an amazing example of a wife.

The duo in front of you seemed to be enthusiastic and lovable. I guess you know know where Camilo gets those from.

"I hope my son treats you right" the redhead–Pepa which she introduced as–told you honestly as she took your palms in her hands, a small smile on her face.

Her husband, Felix, was by her side sincerely nodding along with an arm on her waist, it was a sweet relationship, like the both of yours, your just more...introverted.

"He does" you started and starred happily at the both of them, your lips twitching upward unconsciously "you have a great son Mrs. Madrigal"

Suddenly, a call of a pair of names alerted the duo of their need of appearance, giving the both of you a smile "no need for honorifics, call me Tia if you would like so"

"Call me papa too!" Felix butted in as Camilo playfully scoffed at this "pa! (Name) probably doesn't want to-"

"Thank you so much Tia and papa, happy anniversary too" you told the both of them, Camilo looking at you dumbfoundedly as the couple in front of looked at you proudly.

"The pleasure is all ours"

"That ended well" you told the curly head beside you, a smile plastered on your features, Camilo on the other hand playfully pouted at you.

Crossing his arms at you "it didn't! How am I gonna live with you calling my father 'papa'?!" You laughed at him, patting his shoulder apologisingly "don't worry, I'm not, let a man have their fun"

"You should call me papi" Camilo smirked at you, while you looked at him bored out of your mind "I would rather not"

Not long after the conversation, a voice interrupted the both of you, directing your attention towards the crowd

"(name)!" A familiar voice shouted from the distance, you grinned at it and kneeled down, readying yourself for a force of impact.

"Tonito'! Hello!" You greeted and hugged the boy, the curly head giggling back at you while you squeezed him tightly before carrying him on your arm.

"How is my buddy going?" You grinned at him while he answered your question with the things he had done with Mirabel, which you pressumed who you will meet next.

Speaking of the devil, a curly head emerged from the crowd, panicking as her hair seems to be dishevelled, however, she seemed to perked up at Antonio's voice not too far from where she is standing, directing her attention to you and the boy happily chatting in your arms.

"Antonio, there you are, I was looking for you" she sighed in relief and Antonio looked clueless but shrugged her statement off.

He pointed at you with a smile on his face "I'm with (name)! By the way, (name) this is Mirabel, Mirabel this is (name)" he introduced the both of you, if you're asking where Camilo might be he is sitting on the floor, bored that you have just been introducing yourself to his family the whole day.

It's his fault that you just met them today.

"Pleasure to meet you" you grinned and placed Antonio down, shaking hands with the female madrigal, she complied and shook hands with you.

"Your Camilo's partner right? You know you should have someone better" she whispered at you jokingly, Camilo whining just below the two of you as Mirabel giggled at him.

"Please, he's the only one available" you joked back, the boy below you shooting you an offended expression, exaggerating it with a hand on his hand.

The both of you laughed at his expression while you calmly told him that your joking, Antonio, who now wanted nothing to do in the conversation, tugged Mirabels hand and waved a goodbye to you, wanting to join into the dancing in the center.

"We should go get food" you muttered to Camilo while sticking your hand out to him, helping him up to stand, he happily obliged, finally happy to spend time with you rather than listening to introductions.

"I heard Tia made some Empanada's!" The boy beside you excitedly told you as he unconsciously held your hand, dragging you along the food stall.

"I never tasted Tia's Empanada's before" you replied, now looking for the tray that stored the Empanada's.

Camilo frowned when he couldn't look for the food he excitedly wanted to taste, unfortunately for the both of you, the food seems to be out of stock, which made the both of you eat arepas instead.

"Arepas taste better anyway" you tempted to enlighten the situation as you realized how bummed out your partner was when the Empanada's were out.

Camilo pouted at you, but lightheartedly chuckled at your attempt at making him smile, although it was a bummer the both of you weren't able to munch on the Empanada's.

"Huh? (name)? Didn't know you were here" A once again familiar voice spoke to you, well you assumed spoke to you as the two of you looked upwards.

Camilo grumbled and visibly pouted at how somebody disturbed your quality time together, not to mention how another introduction will happen right infront of him.

"Luisa! Hey, how are you?" You smiled and fist bumped the taller female infront of you, the curly haired boy frowning in confusion at the interaction.

"I'm doing great! I also followed your advice! It's really fun to see a dandelion grow" Luisa Charmed in, the both of your now engaging in a deep conversation of who knows what.

Camilo on the other hand looked stunned, since when did the two of you meet? And a dandelion? Advice? Dude, how long is this friendship been going? How come he wasn't aware about it?

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another voice pitching in the conversation.

"Isa! How are you doing today?" You greeted and hugged her back, Isabela smiling up at you, until her gaze landed on a lost child right beside you.

"Oh! This is my partner I was talking about" you introduced as Isabela frowned, Luisa congratulating the both of you of having a healthy relationship.

"You have horrible taste" Isabela calmly stated, although you couldn't identify who she was talking to as she faced the arepas in the counter.

"What-" "I'm not talking to you"

Camilo shut his mouth after he got cutted off, Ouch, what's up with Camilo Hate all of a sudden, You snickered at that while your lover shooted you a glare.

"Anyways, (name) you should teach me how to do flower crowns! I heard you know how to" Isabela excitedly told you, although you assumed she doesn't mean right now as people seems to be calling her.

"Sure, Whenever your free" you grinned while she happily nodded, before waving a goodbye, it was a short conversation but hey, it was an interaction.

Luisa on the other hand, was also needed for something, the piano you pressumed as she also waved a goodbye while running towards a direction to who knows what.

"I got fresh Empanada's" Julieta called out when she noticed the two of you near the food Bruno tagging along with a few rats with him, you grinned while Camilo's eyes sparkled with excitement, grabbing two Empanada's on the tray.

"Sorry I got it late, Agustin got chased by bees" she sighed at her husbands clumsiness, you waved her off, also grabbing an empanada on the tray.

"It's fine Tia, as long as Tio is okay" you smiled up at her.

"Aww sometimes I think your too nice for our Camilo"

Camilo could feel his heart shatter, I guess today really is hate on Camilo day, are you really out of his league? He thought he's the only one who thinks that.

"By the way, this is Bruno, I believe you haven't met him" Julieta Introduced as you nodded along lifting a hand up towards the boy.

"Hello, I'm (name) Camilo's partner" Bruno sort of looked stunned but softly smiled and shook you hand "I'm Bruno, but you probably already know that"

You smiled as your attention suddenly went to his rats, who were hiding in his ruana, Bruno realized this and hid them more, thinking you didn't want to see them "sorry- they are my friends, they always-" and was cut of by you.

"You should introduce me to them sometime, I would love to meet them" you grinned as Bruno starred at you at utter disbelief, his attention suddenly went to Camilo, who looked dumbstruck at what Julieta said earlier, but still listening in the conversation.

"Camilo, take care of them, she's a keeper"

"Oh my, its nice to finally meet you" a soft spoken voice slightly, caught your attention if it wasn't for Julieta looking further behind you, cutting off the telepathic conversation Camilo and Bruno were having

"Wait sorry, are we disturbing something here or?" Mariano, Dolores's partner apologised while Julieta politely shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid your not" she smiled before adding, holding both of yours and Camilo's shoulder by each hand "well, we'llleave the four of you to it, I have to find Agustin before he gets stings again"

"And I have to find Roberto too" Bruno added to Julieta's statement as you nodded in understanding.

The four of you bid your goodbyes, you mentally thinking why every encounter you engage on another one, however, you do not decide the plot of this story.

Once Julieta and Bruno took their leave, Dolores excitedly held both of your hands, she probably wanted to see you for so long but your paths couldn't cross with the things the both of you had to do.

"Hi, I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister and I want you to know that Camilo once peed thinking that you will reject him" she introduced, calmly stating an embarrassing moment like it didn't affect the person involved which by the way was now trying to prohibit his sister to tell more.

"Okay okay, I won't tell her more, But I want you to know is that my dear brother loves you dearly and would die to save you, me and Mariano have been trying to get the both of you together when we saw you play with the children with him"

Completely ignoring her word, Dolores continued embarrassing her brother more, but fortunately for Camilo, its hiss first time the whole day to hear someone say the both of you are meant to be together, like two peas in a pod.

Although the sweet moment didn't last long as abuela also approached the four of you, ah yes the final boss, it may not seem to be for others as abuela stopped being into 'perfection' after the fall of Casita, but to Camilo, getting Abuela's blessing is like winning the lottery.

"Dolores, if you may" She slightly told her, The girl beside you, nodding away and headed to the dance floor with Mariano, the both of them swaying to the music with smiles on her face, of course not before telling you to meet up with her right after.

You looked at Abuela a soft smile on your face, yes your partner may told his issues to you about her abuela before but then again, you understood her perspective but you don't encourage it either.

She softly smiled towards you to, then to Camilo "I'm happy for you Camilo" gently, she took her hand in hers, your partner stunned at what the older female said.

"Please take care of him as I couldn't do so" she softly told you, your eyes slightly blurred on you, it wasn't emotional oh dear no—you just know the history of those words that made it emotional.

You removed your hands from her hold, taking her own and smiled to her, Camilo on the sidelines looking at the both of you, still slightly stunned but very happy, more likely very happy at the next words you spoke.

"I will, always"

@2022 all writings belong to @suncakie. Do not repost or steal.

#suncakie #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal fluff #camilo imagine #camilo madrigal #camilo x reader #madrigal camilo x reader #madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #abuela madrigal #luisa magridal #encanto x female reader #camilo x female reader

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camilosnovia · 2 years

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Hi hun, I was wondering if I could get a platonic Madrigals x Reader imagine/headcanons.

I've been getting bullied a lot in my neighborhood. I feel a bit like Bruno honestly. I already have an anxiety disorder and people always stare at me, I can hear them talking about me and I even get called slurs sometimes. I have Autism and dress weirdly so I guess that's why, but it mostly feels unjustified because I'm always friendly to people

Could you please do something about Bruno and Isabela with a s/o who's getting bullied or feels anxious around town because people stare at her, and how they would handle that? It would really help. I'm so sorry if this topic is too heavy or hits too close to home, feel free to ignore it if you're uncomfortable. Thank you, have a great day and stay hydrated

Outcast

Note: Hi luv, I’m so so sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for sharing your difficulties with me, I am so sorry that happened to you🥺💕

Pairs: Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader and Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Disclaimer: Author is not fluent in Spanish and using a translator.

Isabela Madrigal

Having been the golden child of the infamous Madrigals, Isa never knew how it felt like to be an outcast.

She has heard a lot about you, and it makes her sad to know that you are treated differently.

You reminded her of Mirabel when she gets stared at because of what happened at her Gift Ceremony .

It breaks her heart to know that her girlfriend is getting bullied and treated unfairly.

Whenever she’s walking to the direction of your house, she can hear the whispers of the people of the Encanto talking badly about you which makes her enraged.

She’ll always bring you flowers whenever the two of you see each other <33

As the eldest Madrigal grandchild walks through the beautiful village, she could hear the negative whispers from the community about her beloved.

"Why is she still seeing that woman?"

"How can her parents allow their eldest child to be with someone like {Name}?"

"Even Señora Alma allows it."

She clenches her fists while putting on her fake smile, angry at how the town she was born and raised in could be so cruel.

Isabela walked up to your door, and knocks.

"¿Mi amor? It’s Isa, will you open the door?" She asks with a genuine smile on her perfect face.

However there was no answer.

The Madrigal became concerned "¿Querida? Are you in there?" She asks as she places her hand on the door handle

What concerned her the most was that the door wasn’t locked.

She enters your humble abode as she starts to look for you.

'Is she even here?' She thought

But then, she heard crying and sniffing coming out of your room.

Isabela walks over to your room and sees an opening on the door, she peeks trough the gap and sees you on your knees in front of your bed hiding your face in the sheets while crying.

She guessed it was those townspeople who always used to pick on you, she was going to give them a sip of their own medicine.

She opens the door fully and you look back to see who came in.

As you saw it was your beloved girlfriend, you went back to covering your face in the sheets.

The eldest Madrigal grandchild kneels down and embraces you, "¿Qué pasó, mi amor?" She asks, she knows it was those who made fun of you, however she wanted to confirm it.

You embraced her as you continued to sob "Ay Isa, it was Lorenzo and Alejandro again! They won’t stop making fun of me, and this time they threw punch on my new outfit you bought for me, I’m so tired of this!" You sobbed as you explained.

And now she absolutely furious, how dare they? That was the last straw.

"Ay hermosa, I am so sorry I wasn’t there. Por favor forgive me." She pleads

You shake your head "No it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve seen this coming."

She kisses your forehead "How about I take you to dinner at Casita and stay for the night? Where no one will whisper anything negative about you while you are around?" She asks as she wipes your tears.

You manage to get a smile on your face "I’d like that, gracias mi vida."

She lifts your hand and pressed her lips on it "Anything for you, mi dulce flor"

Bruno Madrigal

Bruno knew full well of how it was like to be an outcast.

Even when he returned after disappearing there were still people who believed that he was a man who brought bad luck.

He also hears negative whispers about your relationship.

He’ll try his best to comfort you when you break down.

He thinks you are amazing and wonderful 💕💕

Bruno walked towards the grocery store for buying some ingredients for the dinner Julieta was making and as he walked he heard whispers.

"Look, there he is. Bruno the bad omen."

"Is he going to see {Name}? What a waste of time."

"A bad omen and an outcast, what a perfect match."

They started giggling and Bruno has had enough

He walked over to them and they looked at him with wide eyes

"H-how can we help you Señor Bruno?" One of them asks, trying to act innocent.

But Bruno saw through the mask "Listen, talk about me behind my back, call me names or whatever but leave my fiancé out of this, do you understand?"

They nodded and scurried away, afraid he’ll give them bad luck.

He rubbed his temple in annoyance and went back to doing what he came here to do.

That was until he was interrupted with a familiar voice

"Leave me alone!"

He went towards the direction of the voice and saw you and kneeling on the ground and putting picking up things that was from your purse and put it back

"{Name}? What happened here?" Bruno asks as he kneels down and helps you.

"Ay, it was those girls again. This time they emptied out my purse."

"Oh, I knew I should’ve looked in to the future..!" He groans

You place your hand on his cheek "Hey, it wasn’t your fault. So don’t say that."

He took your hand and placed a kiss on it "How about you help me and Juli cook for dinner? You can stay over too!"

"I would love that, mi amor."

#encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #encanto isabela #encanto bruno #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x reader

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broflovski-brah · 2 years

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Camilo Madrigal x FEM!Reader-“Don’t You Dare Say Her Name!”

Genre: Angst

Status: Dating

POV: Third

Pronouns: She/her

TW: Death, illness, crying and yelling

Summary: Y/N is suffering with an illness and it takes a toll on her, which breaks Camilo.

Y/N had always been the black sheep of the Encanto. She always seemed to have something on her mind. When she’d met Camilo, they never expected to end up being best friends. Best friends turned into something more, cliche, I know.

Y/N, though had just been diagnosed with a horrible illness, one that was hard to recover from. Camilo had sworn to stay by her side throughout the entire recooperation and did exactly that. He stayed at the hospitals, he got them food, he did everything he could.

Camilo had promised that he would come over to the hospital for cuddles and comfort that night. He took his ruana and made sure all the wrinkles were out. He combed through his hair and reapplied some of his makeup, and headed over.

The hospital nurses escorted him immediately to Y/N’s room and left them alone. Y/N’s parents had left for the night, so it was just the two of them.

He knocked on the door as he opened it and saw Y/N crack a smile.

“Hey, Cami…”

Her voice was hoarse and she immediately started having a coughing fit.

He hurried over and patted her back lightly.

“How are you doing?”

“Could be better…”

He chuckled half heartedly. He knew she was joking, but he couldn’t shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen.

”Hey…I need to talk to you…”

Camilo’s heart skipped a beat.

”A-about what?”

Y/N took a deep breath.

“The doctors…um…I…I only have a few weeks to live.”

His eyes widened.

“Y/N, if this is a joke, it isn’t funny…please tell me you’re joking…”

Y/N couldn’t speak with the lump in her throat.

”No…Y/N, they have to be wrong…”

”They’re doctors, Cami…they’re not wrong.”

Y/N hugged him tightly, the IV slightly indenting his skin.

”We can get through this, together.”

About three weeks later, Camilo got called into the hospital. They said it was urgent.He ran into Y/N’s room and opened the door.

There she was, laying with her pale face, eyes glazed and barely open and a heart monitor beeping much slower than it should’ve been.

”Y/N…”

She tried responding, but it was hardly a whisper. He ran over and sat on her bed.

“I’ll be okay, Milo…I’ve got to go…”

”No! You can’t…please…”

She held onto his hand tightly and smiled weakly at him.

“I’ll see you on the other side, my love. I have to go…”

And with that, Y/N shut hee eyes and the monitor flatlined.

“Y/N..? Y/N, please! Don’t leave me!”

The doctors rushed in and tried to comfort him, but his body started shifting faster than anything they’d ever witnessed.

“Y/N! Please! Come back…” his voice shifted between multiple people’s as he continued crying.

“I loved her…”

After that day, Camilo became a shell of the person he was. He wouldn’t leave his room, he refused to eat or drink anything and he would just sit in front of his mirrors, shifted into the girl he loved.

“My love…why wasn’t I better?”

No response.

He went into town one day though, to grab something for his family, when he overheard a conversation.

“Well, I still think Y/N is faking the disease. She just doesn’t want to come into school because she’s too stupid.”

Somethjng snapped inside of him.

He walked over to the girls and started yelling:

”Y/N IS DEAD! HAVEN’T YOU HEARD?! OR ARE YOU JUST TOO BLIND TO PAY ATTENTION TO THE WORLD AROUND YOU?!”

”Camilo!”

Mirabel had overhead the entire thing and hurried over.

”DON’T YOU EVER SAY HER NAME AGAIN! DON’T YOU DARE!”

His voice broke on the last part and Mirabel embraced him.

“Camilo, Camilo…shh…it’s okay!”

The girls were long gone by now and the town had their eyes on the Madrigal cousins.

His face crumbled as he finally let himself cry for the first time that week.

“She’s gone Mira…and I can’t do anything to save her…”

#camilo madrigal x reader #camilo my beloved #camilo supremacy #camilo disney #camilo #camilo x y/n #camilo x reader

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naoko-world · 1 year

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Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP (or post where you last left off on in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

Thanks @immabethehero for the tag.

I have many WIPS...Like an analysis on Coco, a bruno x fem!reader during the time where Bruno was in the walls, the second chapter of Chispi and friends save Bruno, the 4th one of The Marvelous Mayhem of the Madrigals Minds, a oneshot sequel to Bruno's fangirl, a Mirabel autistic AU...

...I'll put the last for each of them!

Coco analysis:

Well, he couldn't return to them because Ernesto murdered him before he could.

Bruno x fem!reader during the Bruno in the walls time:

when flying away, and the footsteps you were pretty sure could be heard behind you when you ran home.

Chispi and friends save Bruno:

The saving group left very quickly afterwards, led by Julieta, carrying Antonio so they would go as fast as possible.

The Marvelous Mayhem of the Madrigals Minds chapter 4:

appeared next to her, looking curious. With a chuckle, she asked, "Well! Who do we have here?"

Oneshot sequel to Bruno's fangirl:

Alma breathed deeply before opening it to see a crowd of townspeople with worried faces.

Mirabel autistic AU;

as she was breathing heavily. "Mirabel! Are you alright?"

There! And I'll simply tag as may people as possible! Of course none of you have to

@omgcheez @unskilled-dabbler @jennjiart @aetherdecember @waitingonavision @emberkyrlee @panbelle @cloudy-encanto @overly-dramatic-artist @sharknadoslutt @princesa-pens-and-pizza @imperfectemeralds @panicand @mmollymercury @issychatter @egofan4evr @acewithapaintbrush @shuinami-main @thisismisogynoir @emeraldprophecies @redcookies-bestcookies @clownmoontoon @tiredlvna @sketchnwhatevrmain @milly-the-devil @cavatappi @chronic85doodler @reversia @arctictea @neon-green-eyes

#I still write #I'm lost on what to write sometimes #and I still have other ideas in mind too #Like an Alma POV fic #tag game #WIP

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lythea-creation · 2 years

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My Disney Masterlist

My other Masterlists

Feel free to make requests for the characters listed below:

Encanto

Isabela Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

The Brightest Star

The dinner with your girlfriend and your parents doesn't work out the way you would have wanted it to.

Other Characters (platonic)

"Princesses"

Mulan

Merida

Elsa

Belle

Raya

Namaari (Raya and the last Dragon)

#disney #lgbtqia +#encanto #mulan x fem reader #merida x fem reader #frozen elsa x fem reader #belle x fem reader #raya x fem reader #namaari x fem reader #isabela madrigal x fem reader #dolores madrigal x fem reader #luisa madrigal x fem reader #mirabel madrigal x fem reader #romance #angst #fluff #magic #disney princesses

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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years

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mirabel x fem reader futbol fic where they play and like reader does so good and mirabel praises her and and add camila being an absolute loser at it

then reader accidentally throw the ball at mirabel and she falls and then reader takes her to the nursery and takes care of her

You only live once

Mirabel x fem reader

genre: fluff

i’m doing so many mirabel fics lately and i’m so happy abt it she needs more content💪 also camilo is trans in this fic so he’ll be a she here lol also i swear i’ll be writing more guys!!! the next fic that comes out will be for julieta so stay tuned, it’s coming i promise!

“Y/N” Mirabel says as she points at you and you walk over to her side. You were the first person she picked and you couldn’t be more excited. She chose you to be on her team for a game of futbol that included you and the Madrigals. Mirabel was one of the team captains and Isabela was the other. Your team currently consisted of Mirabel, you, Antonio, and Bruno against Isabela, Camila, Pepa (yes she still got it), and Felix. Julieta and Luisa weren’t present because they were busy in town, Dolores was the score keeper, Agustin was the referee and Abuela was the spectator/water provider.

When Mirabel picks Bruno as her last teammate, she bumps your hip and smiles at you. She then wraps her arm around your neck and pulls you close.

“You ready?” she asks.

You nod “Hell yeah. Let’s do this.”

You two touch foreheads and you look at her, that smile totally unwavering under the shining sun. You felt the warmness of your girlfriend’s head on yours, her curly hair slightly covering her eyes.

“Alright lovebirds, you ready?” you hear Pepa say as she stood there with her arms crossed, smiling slyly.

You felt your face heat up even more as you and Mirabel pulled away from each other, cheeks tinted red from a combination of the sun and Pepa’s comment.

“Ya mami callate!!” Camila says jokingly as Pepa stretched out her arm and hit Camila in the back of the head with her hand.

“Ay ay ow mama! I’m sorry!” the girl says as she holds the back of her head in pain as she hunches over.

“Never talk to your mother like that again!” Pepa says as she crosses her arms and turns away pouting “hmph!”

Everyone tried to stifle their laugh at the sight of Pepa hitting Camila the way she did, it was so funny.

“Team huddle!” Mirabel declared as she turned around, grabbing the shoulders of her teammates as they all huddled together.

“Okay so Bruno, you play as the goalie. Antonio, you can play at the front with Y/N. And I’ll stay back here playing defense and helping Bruno out. Think of me as his right hand man.”

Everyone in the circle nodded in agreement.

“Any questions?” Mirabel asked.

“Wait… do I have to dive for the ball?” Bruno asked.

“Do I have to play the whole game?” Antonio joins in.

“Am I gonna be able to just yolo it?” you say.

Mirabel’s previously hyper and excited look turned into one of confusion as she looks at you.

“No Bruno, you don’t have to dive for the ball” she tells the man as she points at him while giving him a determined look.

She then kneels down to Antonio’s level and her expression softened.

“No Antonio, you don’t have to play the whole time. Just take a few breaks” she told the boy as she patted the top of his head softly.

Finally turning to you, that confused look that she previously had returned but she cocked her eyebrow this time. Her mouth hung open slightly and her upper lip was raised, showing her teeth a little.

“Y/N what’s a… yolo?”

You could only roll your eyes adoringly and burst out laughing. Seeing her so confused like that made you laugh because the face she made was so confused and… cute!

After you finally recovered, everyone on your team started smiling at the sight of you laughing and you began to explain.

“Well yolo is an acronym. It stands for you only live once. It basically means to just do whatever you think in the moment with no set plan” you say.

Mirabel’s expression changed from one of confusion to one of determination.

“Now you’re talking” she smiled “Let’s win this.”

As if on cue, your team separated from their circle and Agustin blew his whistle to start the game. Everyone quickly went to their positions and you looked to Antonio and he seemed ready enough, his hand balled up in fists and he stood in a fighting stance. You then looked behind you and Mirabel made eye contact with you, mouthing a ‘let’s yolo this’ as she winked at you and smiled.

“Remember everyone, we’re playing two 10 minute halves, much shorter than the average game but it’ll still be fun. I promise” the man said as he smiled.

“Ready everyone?” he asked, checking on everyone one last time before the game began.

The sun was so hot on your skin, you felt it warming up as soon as Agustin blew the whistle. It was so bright outside you had to squint and the only thing you could see clearly was the ball through the heat waves. The state of the weather must mean Pepa was extra excited to play futbol today.

Isabela started with kickoff and she immediately passed it to Camila. Camila then started running up the field, zooming past everyone and it was only her and Bruno left for a one on one. She then swiftly kicked the ball in the goal, only to be stopped by Bruno’s foot. The girl’s face of cockiness changed to one of fear and shock as the ball went from Bruno’s foot to Camila’s face.

The poor girl then took a fall and rolled over on the ground in pain. Mirabel ran over to her cousin and Pepa came over as well, so worried for Camila and hoped she was okay.

“Camila, are you okay?!” Mirabel asked worriedly as she held her hand out for her cousin to grab.

“Yes yes I’m fine… I think” the hurt girl said as she rubbed her nose and her cheeks tinted a light pink in embarrassment.

“Mi bebe!! Are you okay?!?!?!” Pepa came over running, kneeling down to her daughters level. A cloud formed above the woman’s head and she cupped her cheek gently. Camila let out a small ‘ay’ before she smiled at her mother.

“Thank you mami. I’m okay.”

She smiled and got up, dusting off her dirty knees.

“Let’s continue ref!” Camila said, waving her hand in a swirling motion. God, she was so embarrassing sometimes.

Agustin simply nodded and blew his whistle “Let’s continue everyone, to your positions!”

You went back to your position and it was your team’s ball. You stayed back, on Bruno’s right side and he gently kicked the ball towards you. You then started slowly going up the field. Camila then started running down to attack, despite Isabela’s pleads to stay in her position.

“You’re not getting past me! Don’t even try!” Camila yelled, rushing up to you as you smirked and passed it to Mirabel.

Thank god your girlfriend was paying attention to your every move, being prepared when the ball made contact with her left foot. Camila ran past you, not realizing what had happened as you ran up the field and Mirabel fumbled to keep up with you.

“Here, here! Pass!” you yelled, now at the other team’s side of the field. You raised your hand, sweat dripping down your arm as you panted for air. You were in shape but you had to act fast before Camila caught up to you. Isabela ran up to Mirabel in efforts to steal the ball from her. Thankfully, the girl listened to you and passed you the ball. After it made contact with your feet, you turned and sprinted as fast as you could. All you had left was Pepa and Felix. It should be easy enough.

Finally making it to the deep side of the opposing team, you dribbled past Pepa despite her efforts to push you with her body. The woman was lanky and skinny but god was she strong. You could’ve sworn you felt the heat of the sun on you when her skin made contact with yours, it was burning. After dribbling past her, you came close to the goal, you swiftly kicked it into the left corner and Felix literally fell into a split as he tried to block it.

The second the ball make contact with the net you felt your heart skip. You hadn’t even realized it, but Mirabel ran down the field with you the whole way. As soon as you turned around, you saw her running up to you, that big beautiful smile on her face.

“GOAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!” the girl exclaimed before she ran up and hugged you. She wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you close, squeezing you tightly. Her warm hands held you close to her and you felt your heart beating in your ears. Smiling into the hug, you hugged her back and your soft hands made contact with her bare skin. It was so smooth and a good kind of warm. She was wearing a tank top and her skin was practically glowing in the sun.

Sadly, Mirabel pulled away much sooner that you would’ve liked. Looks like you were going to have to make a few more goals for her then. And you would stop at nothing.

“Wow Y/N! You did so good out there! I’m so proud of you” the girl told you as she took your hand and brought it to her chest.

“We wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

You felt your heart melt and your knees almost buckle at her statement. You really didn’t deserve her and you thanked whatever god that was out there for her.

All you could do was shake your head and look down at the ground, a huge smile plastered on your face. You tried to act modest.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it without my golden girl either, you know” you responded.

Mirabel smiled in reaction to your statement and she laughed, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Oh come on, you know that was all you” the girl said. She would’ve said more but knew better because she would become a stuttering mess if she said anything after that. You pretended not to notice that her cheeks were tinted a rosy pink and that she was still holding on to your hand.

Turning around, Mirabel took you with her, forgetting that she was still holding onto you. She covered her mouth with her other hand and looked down at the ground, her face becoming even more red. She muttered something to herself but you struggled to hear because you thought she was talking to you.

“What was that?” you asked.

“W-what?” the girl looked down, realizing she was still gripping your hand. Your fingers were intertwined with hers and she could’ve sworn that’s not how she held your hand in the first place.

“O-oh! I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I-” Mirabel tried pulling her hand out of your grip but you shook your head.

“It’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I want to hold your hand.”

If it was possible, she literally would’ve ascended into the sky in that very moment. Her flustered expression remained as you led her to the other side of the field. She trailed behind you, her eyes glued to the ground and her other hand covering her mouth in shock. She kept asking herself why she kept freaking out, you guys were dating for Christ’s sake!

The first five minutes of the game had commenced, there was only five more left until the break. This was going to be a lot of pressure. Not because you weren’t confident, but because you wanted to impress your girlfriend and her family of course.

When Agustin blew the whistle to commence kickoff, you were so determined to make another goal for your girl. Anything for her honestly. The other team started, with Camila passing the ball to Isabela. Mirabel went to guard Camila while you tried to take the ball from Isa. Isabela got the ball and sprinted, and you chased after her. And god, was she fast. She was also a really aggressive player as well and she kept using her elbows to poke your ribs whenever you got too close. She plays dirty, but you refuse to. You were gonna win your glory the right way. While you were defending Isa, Camila ran along with her, giving her cousin an option to pass the ball to. Mirabel tried to keep up, but Camila was just too fast. So while you defended Isa, Camila ran alongside you two, leaving you in the middle and Mirabel trailing behind.

By this point, you guys were on your side of the field and Isabela passed it to Camila, the ball passing right in front of your feet. You tried reaching out for it, but ultimately failed, falling in the process. Camila then took the ball close to the goal as Bruno lunged forward and barely missed it. Camila kicked it past Bruno as he ran forward, the ball making contact with the net.

“Let’s go! Goalassoooooooooo!” Camila yelled as she punched the air and smiled brightly.

“Aye! Nice job Camila!” Isabela said as she high fived her cousin and ran up the field with her back to their side.

You sat on the ground, sighing in defeat. Your legs burned from the heat radiating from the ground under you as well as the hot sun above. Sweat dripped down your face and the drops landed on your hand. Your body was too tired to move and it was only the first half. You just wanted to do good. To make no mistakes. So you didn’t look dumb in front of her. A person then appeared behind you. Their shadow casted over your breathless and tired figure. Turning around, you looked up and noticed that it was Mirabel.

“Hey... you okay?” the girl asked you, almost whispering. She held a warm smile and put her hand out. How could you not smile back at her?

You allowed yourself to smile for a moment, scanning the girl’s figure when you frowned. Her knees were scraped and bloody. She caught your expression and reassured you that she was okay.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m okay see?” Mirabel says as she runs in place to show you that she was okay “My legs still work!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. For a moment it felt as if you had forgotten all the pressure and exhaustion you were feeling.

Suddenly you heard the blow of a whistle “Halftime! Five minute break everyone!” Agustin yelled as everyone got off the small field you played on and walked over to the patio where Abuela waited with water.

“Come on” Mirabel stated as she held her hand out to you and she pointed her head towards the drinks “Let’s go take a little break.”

You accepted and slipped your hand into hers as she pulled you up. The two of you walked over to Abuela and Mirabel still held your hand and squeezed your arm, her cheek being squished by your arm because of how tight she was holding you. You didn’t mind though, she was so adorable. You then helped Mirabel wash off her cuts, applying hydrogen peroxide to them and wrapping them.

“Ouuuuuuuuuuch!” the poor girl couldn’t contain her desperate cries for help as the liquid made contact with her open wound.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you said, kneeling in front of her, gently cleaning the cuts with a paper towel. You then got a wrap and wrapped it around her knees, securing them with athletic tape.

Backing away, you stood up and nodded so Mirabel could stand up.

“How’s it feel?” you ask.

“Better than ever. Thank you” Mirabel responded.

You blushed and looked down at the ground like an idiot as you twiddled your thumbs. Your lovey dovey expression was cut off by the feeling of a light hand on the top of your head. Your eyes widened and all you could do was keep your eyes glued to the ground. A shocked look was plastered on your face until you mustered enough courage to look up and meet Mirabel’s warm eyes.

They were so beautiful and looking into them made your heart race. All she did to return your flustered expression was smile and look at you like you were her entire world. Her eyes gleamed with love and adoration. How did a girl like her make you want to melt with simple headpats? You two stared into each other’s eyes, slowly getting closer and closer together, forgetting that the entire Madrigal family surrounded you two.

The tension that surrounded you two quickly disappeared when Agustin blew his whistle.

“Alright everyone, time for the second half!”

Everyone that was sitting on the benches quickly got up and made their way to the field, leaving you and Mirabel behind.

You then smiled warmly at her before pointing your head towards the field, urging her to follow.

“Come on” you said “Let’s win this.”

“By yoloing it?” Mirabel asked.

You responded by nodding and taking her hand “By yoloing it.”

When you two got on the field, only Bruno was there and Antonio was missing. He told you that his sobrino was too tired to keep playing so he sat on the sidelines, wanting to just watch the rest of the match. Pepa preferred the same, showing this by sitting with her son as she conversed with her mother, Alma. You and Mirabel just shrugged this off because the teams were going to be equal anyways. You insisted that Mirabel come up and play with you more because Antonio’s spot was free. You didn’t really need him anyway, you just wanted an excuse to play with Mirabel more. So without further questions, she agreed and moved to Antonio’s place.

The score was now 1-1 and you wanted to break that tie more than anything. With Mirabel watching front and center. Before Agustin blew the whistle, you gave her one last thumbs up and she nodded her head in determination, showing that she was going to try her best to help you. Kickoff was going to start with your team, since the goal was made on your team last.

After spending the first 8 minutes struggling to get the ball past the other team, the score was still tied but time was becoming an issue. Isabela and Camila were practically pushing you and Mirabel further and further back until they would eventually break through your defense. The pressure was on, and the temperature outside wasn’t helping. You and Mirabel panted for who knows how long, your lungs burning from the hot air that flowed through them. Your heart felt like it was beating at a million miles a minute and that you would collapse at any second. Mirabel didn’t look any better either, but you two were having so much fun. Your laughs filled the field and you both enjoyed yourselves a lot and how you both were playing. You guys worked so well together and it made you so happy. Camila and Isabela were having fun as well, but they didn’t look as tired as you and Mirabel did.

Finally, there was only about 1 minute left remaining, Agustin verifying it himself by putting his hand up and tapping his watch. This was the last play, and you were going to have to make it count. Thankfully, you were able to bring the ball up to their side of the field and Camila kicked it out in efforts to steal it from you so it was your ball. She really didn’t wanna lose and looked at you like she was going to kill you if you won. Same thing with Isabela. These two were very competitive and weren’t playing around when it came to winning.

You picked up the ball and walked over to the white line that divided the field from where it was considered ‘in’ and ‘out’. You held it behind your head, trying to figure out a way to give it to Mirabel. Your hands shook as you held the ball behind your head and a wave of fear washed over you. There was no way you could lose, especially in front of your girlfriend. It was just too embarrassing. So when Mirabel juked Isabela and came running towards you, asking for the ball, you threw it to her in an overhead motion so she could get it and pass it to you. Except you missed. Badly.

You may have thrown the ball a little too hard and you winced when it hit Mirabel in the stomach and she hunched over. That wasn’t considered a foul and the game still continued. Camila didn’t hesitate and attacked Mirabel so she could take the ball from her. You ran towards Mirabel and snatched the ball before Camila could. You yelled out a guilt filled but quick ‘sorry’ before you took the ball and bolted. Your girlfriend trailed behind you, clutching her stomach because she was barely able to hold it together. You didn’t notice, but as Mirabel chased after you in her efforts to help, she rolled her ankle and fell, a crack echoing from her leg as she fell to the ground.

Camila stopped for a moment, trying to decide if she should run after you or help her cousin. She spent a good 10 seconds contemplating what she should do and that gave you just enough time. Now there was only Isabela chasing after you, and you hadn’t realized why Camila stopped, Isabela pressuring you too much to spare a second to take a look back. As you neared the goal, you felt the taste of sweet victory approaching as you picked up your speed a bit more. Time seemed to slow down when you kicked the ball between Felix’s legs and it rolled past him without being blocked. Total satisfaction spread through your body when the whistle blew and the ball made contact with the net simultaneously.

You turned around, about to celebrate when you looked at Isabela, who stopped running and was hunched over, panting for her life. You then saw Camila, who was just standing in the middle of the field, as if she was trying to decide something. You then noticed that she was looking at something, or more like someone. Your heart sank a little when you realized Mirabel didn’t see your winning goal and then you became worried when you realized she held her ankle, rocking back and forth in pain.

Running over to her, you dropped to your knees and put your hands out cautiously, trying to decide what part of her to touch that wouldn’t hurt her. You then placed a hand on her shoulder and used the other to gently tilt her face towards you.

“Are you alright?” you asked.

Those big brown eyes that stared back at you in total fear and pain showed that she was indeed not alright. Her eyebrows were raised and her mouth was slightly agape. That worried look she gave you broke your heart and you wanted nothing more than to see her smile again.

The girl finally shook her head no in response to your question and she winced when she removed her hand from her ankle. There she showed her inflamed ankle, now red but you knew it was going to turn purple from bruising. This was definitely a sprain for sure.

“Can you move at all?” you asked softly.

The poor girl hesitantly shook her head again as she looked at you. You noticed her eyes became watery and tears threatened to fall. Her lip quivered and her mouth formed into a steady frown. Was she really in this much pain?

“Looks like she’s going to need Julieta. I’ll tell her about this when she gets home” Agustin spoke softly as he kneeled down to his daughter’s level “Don’t worry Miraboo, you’ll be okay. Is there any snacks or drink I can get for you?”

“Yeah… is there anything I can help you with too? I don’t like seeing you like this” Isabela joined in.

“Me too…” Camila agreed “I can go get some arepas from your mom in town if you want…” she said as she looked at her cousin with a worried expression.

“Thanks guys…” Mirabel spoke, looking up at everyone “I just wanna go inside and relax for a while. I have a few medical supplies in the nursery that can help patch me up.”

The girl looked at her hurt ankle once more before looking at you.

“A little help?”

You nodded “O-of course. I’ll take you upstairs.”

You then scooped up Mirabel, sliding your hands under her knees and holding her torso. It was like those princes in the fairytales picked up their princess. Everyone departed and went inside to do their own thing after you walked away. As you went up the stairs, Mirabel wrapped her arms around your neck softly as she brought her head close to your chest, using your heartbeat to relax her. The feeling of having your bodies this close together made you think things that you shouldn’t. Your girlfriend was going through pain and all you could do was think naughty things! You shook your head and tried to get the thoughts out before you got too ahead of yourself.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, you looked down at Mirabel and she now held a calm expression. Her eyes fluttered as they stayed closed and her arms felt so heavy on your neck. Her hair tickled your neck and a strand of her tied up locks fell over her eyes. Her chubby cheeks were tinted pink from the hot sun and her adorable feet pointed inward, like a duck, as you carried her.

When you reached the nursery, the door was already slightly open so you just pushed it more open with your foot. You then walked over to Mirabel’s bed and gently placed her on it, sitting up. She winced as you sat her down and her body was very tense. You took off her shoes and socks and she kept wincing in pain. You continued repeating soft phrases like “It’s okay” and “I’m sorry” until you took both of her shoes off. Then, you got one of her pillows and propped her hurt foot on it.

After that, you got a small towel and wet it with cold water, gently wrapping it around Mirabel’s ankle. You knew it was working its magic when you saw her relax a bit and her stressed expression change.

You noticed that she was still very sweaty, so you got another wet towel and placed it on her forehead. If you had any doubts about her being relaxed before that, they were definitely gone now. She felt so much better now and it was visibly apparent, the girl smiled as her eyes remained closed and she just basked in your company. After a few minutes, you wrapped her ankle in a bandage that helped keep her foot straight.

You then sat on her bedside and watched her with a soft smile. The girl sat there, her head resting on the headboard of her bed and you watched her long eyelashes flutter from every gust of wind that came in through the window. You watched her chest rise and fall with every breath she took, each one taking her closer and closer to her slumber. Her tied up hair was now falling apart as several of her curls stuck out and fell over her face. Her tiny hands jerked every few minutes whenever she became too still. This sight of her was unlike anything you had ever seen before. She was so calm and quiet, a combination of qualities you thought you would never see from your girlfriend. The evening sun shone through the window of the nursery and casted on the wooden floor. The particles of dust in the room were seen because of this, and you found yourself gazing off into the distance, the thoughts of today’s events recurring in your head. You looked over at her bedside table, those iconic green glasses catching your eye and you reminisced every memory you had of them and you couldn’t help but blush a little. The comforting silence that surrounded you both was then suddenly cut off by Mirabel.

“Come here” she whispered, tapping the empty spot next to her “Come sit with me.”

Your eyes trailed to where her tiny hand was tapping and you reluctantly agreed. Sitting next to her, she leaned her head on your shoulder, intertwining her hand with yours. Her soft hands were so plump and warm compared to you. You had already cooled off and thought she found comfort in your lack of warmth.

“Thank you for today” she said.

You cocked an eyebrow “Thank you for what?” you responded.

“For getting us that victory and taking care of me. Also carrying me up those stairs, sorry about that.”

“Sorry? Why should you be sorry? I’m sorry for throwing the ball at your stomach in the first place.”

“Don’t be. That was an accident. I had fun playing with you anyways” she tiredly spoke.

You smiled “You really had fun playing with me?”

“Of course I did” she responded. She opened her eyes and returned the look you gave her “You did so good today and I’m so happy we won.”

“I’m happy we won too” you said, cupping her cheek with your hand “But I couldn’t have done it without you.”

You watched her tired expression change to a flustered one. Her face started to turn red and her eyes widened as she looked up at you. Her face began inching closer to you, those lips of hers begging you to just kiss her already. You were alone together, so you just decided to sieze your moment. Caressing her cheek as you brought her close, your noses briefly touched for a moment. You raised her head a bit and kissed the tip of her nose, earning an adorable smile from the girl.

“I love you” Mirabel says.

You smile in response “I love you more.”

“Well I love you even more than that” she responds.

“Oh really?” you say.

“Yes.”

“There’s only one way to find out if that’s true” you say before finally bringing her in close and kissing her lips softly.

The kiss was gentle but long, your lips felt tingly and cold when you pulled away. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from her and end it like that, so you just kept pecking her lips over and over again until you felt satisfied, which was most likely going to be never. Mirabel smiled into the kiss, laughing at your endless desire for kisses from her.

“God you’re so… you” she said.

“And what does that mean?” you ask, playfully.

She smiles, wrapping her arms around one of yours as she squeezes it and leans on your shoulder.

“It just means that I-”

“Should seriously lock your door next time?” Mirabel was cut off by a familiar voice.

The two of you stop and look over to the doorway where Camila was standing. She held a disgusted expression as she looked around nervously.

“Seriously you guys, that’s gross! People don’t need to be walking in on this!” Camila shamelessly added.

Mirabel was so embarrassed and all she could muster out was a simple ‘sorry’.

“Why are you even here Camila?” you ask, trying not to lose your patience.

“Well Y/N” Camila stated, highlighting your name when she spoke “I got some arepas from Tia Julieta in town so Mirabel doesn’t have to keep suffering like this.”

“Hey!” Mirabel cut in “I’m not suffering!”

“Your almost crying earlier definitely says otherwise. I guess you can stay here and have fun, doing whatever… this is.”

The girl then throws over the arepas wrapped in tinfoil over to you, and you catch it with one hand.

“Have fun in here losers, come down for dinner in an hour” Camila says as she shuts the door behind her but then opens it again a moment later.

“Don’t think I forgot about today. Just because you beat me in futbol once doesn’t make you better. Next time… you’re going down” Camila concludes as she squints and closes the door slowly.

“God” you said “Your cousin really is brutal!”

“Yeah…” Mirabel admits “She can get like that sometimes, she’s still nice though I swear.”

“Well yeah, maybe to her friends” you scoff as you open the arepas wrapped in tinfoil. You then notice how there’s two arepas here instead of one.

“Why are there two arepas if you’re the only one that’s hurt?” you ask.

“See?!” Mirabel says “I told you Camila was nice!” you hand her an arepa as she munches on it immediately and the swelling in her ankle and the cuts on her knees go away.

“Oh gosh, so much better…” your girlfriend says, rolling her ankle much more comfortably.

You then look down at the remaining arepa on your lap and contemplate on eating it. After all, you did get a few scratches and bruises from that game. Camila and Isabela were really aggressive players.

“Help yourself” Mirabel insisted.

And with that, you took a bite of the arepa and you felt the flavors melt onto your tongue and it was delicious. All of your bruises and cuts went away immediately.

You and Mirabel stayed there, with her head resting on your shoulder and she practically hugged your arm. You two talked about random things and maybe even shared a few kisses after that.

Some time later, Camila came rushing back to the nursery, barging in, totally out of breath.

“Hey! Um.. Is… there… any way that… you guys… ate the arepas… already…” Camila panted.

“Yeah we did, sorry” Mirabel apologized “Why?”

“Because one of them was for me! Damn it man!” Camila says, turning around as she exists the room and mutters to herself “This is what happens when I try to get some extra arepas for myself…”

You two laughed at Camila’s struggle and smiled at each other, sharing one last kiss as the sun finally descended past the clouds and into the night. You two found comfort in each other’s presence and eventually fell asleep together, Mirabel’s legs tangling with yours as she let out tiny snores. You rested your head on top of Mirabel’s, your hands laced together and holding on to each other tightly. Julieta couldn’t help but treasure the sight of the both of you sleeping together when she came to call you guys down for dinner.

“You only live once, and I’m glad their choosing to live their one and only life together” the woman says aloud, leaving a kiss on both of your foreheads, and softly shutting the door behind her as she leaves the two of you to cuddle together until morning.

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having a carlos brainrot while rushing some school stuff so im gonna dump this right here

Carlos x Fem!Reader in an established relationship where Carlos knows how to sew and make dresses for a reader that doesn't dress up much (its like he has a personal doll or smth lmao) and every now and then the reader likes to flex that the dress other girls are jealous of are made by her boyfriend heehee 👉👈💖💖💖

He also doesn't make it for other people (he'd of course make some dresses for his and her family but never to sell them to the town). I can imagine him being jealous if reader looks at a dress for a little too long (since reader often just likes admiring dresses) that isn't his and he starts to try and make a similar but better dress uwu

im having a fucking heart attack just imagining a bad boy like him have a gentle side where he sews and makes dresses and clothes for people he loves i just agahskdflsjshsjsjlj 😭😭😭💖💖💖

bonus: reader sees him leaving bruno's room one day then the next thing she knows, a week or so she visits him in his room to see him making small dresses for different ages 👉👈

"my doll"

summary:

— Carlos Madrigal has been known to have a brash behavior, but underneath it lies a boy who's talented when it comes to creating clothing, especially for you. Being in a relationship with him means you're his one and only doll.

genre:

— fluff

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— ah yes another banger request from mochie, let's fucking goooo

The townsfolk of Encanto were aware of Carlos Madrigal's attitude. He was unforgiving, menacing, sly, and unpredictable. He always had a smirk that says that he can get away with any trouble scot-free. Everyone who has seen the Madrigal may claim to know him well but they were all far from the truth of Carlos.

The shapeshifter, underneath the hard exterior, was a talented tailor. The Madrigals have known the teen's potential to create beautiful clothing from scratch. Carlos began sewing when he was only eight. Mirabel Madrigal was the first to witness his talent and applauded him for it, at first, he didn't believe her but he would be flustered at given moments. Carlos loved to lock himself in a room and sew the day away, making hand-made blouses, skirts, and ruanas. Practically every single member of his family has received an article of self-made clothing from him.

Even if the Madrigals were aware of Carlos' hidden talent, the reason for his sewing was unknown...well, that until his twin brother Camilo decided to pry into his business. Camilo was called by Carlos secretly, he was excited to know what Carlos was going to do because he wanted to be able to use it against him.

"Oye, pendejo, can you do me a favor?"

Carlos asked, Camilo literally smiled at him from ear to ear. He can see that his twin brother was hiding something behind his back and that there was a pink tint on his cheeks.

"Of course, hermano. What is it?"

"I need you to shapeshift into someone"

"Easy, who do you have in mind?"

Camilo noticed the hesitation on Carlos' face, it was amusing to find him so sheepish since it's rare. Carlos inhales sharply and looked him in the eye.

"[Name] [Surname]"

"Hmm, [Name]? Oh! You mean that girl from the-"

"Get on with it already, cabrón!"

Camilo rolled his eyes at his twin and dramatically spins around as he shapeshifts. Carlos' breath unknowingly hitched to see his brother transforming into [Name], the girl who has stole his heart months ago. He cursed at his brother's talent of perfect shapeshifting, it merely made him believe that she was in the room alone with him.

"Now what?"

"Try this on"

Carlos turns away and shoves him a hand-made dress with beautiful embroidery, Camilo was in awe for a second to see his brother's creation. The shapeshifter shrugs and takes the dress, he swiftly puts it on.

"Uh, it's kinda tight around the waist and chest, Carlos"

"Huh, really? Anything else?"

"I think the sleeves are too long"

"Okay, I'll just make a few adjustments"

Carlos takes out a small notepad and quickly jots something down. Camilo carefully twirls around, actually liking the dress. He steps into the mirror to see more of the details, it took a while for him to think why his twin wanted him to do this. And it clicked, Camilo looked at Carlos with a mischievous grin.

"You like [Name] don't you?"

Camilo watched as Carlos dropped his pencil and gazed at him with horror, he laughed when he saw his brother blushing. The shapeshifter cackles and points at him.

"Dios mio, you do!"

"I do not! ¡Cállate!"

"Awww, little Carlos has a crush on [Name]!"

Camilo teased with dance and reveled at how Carlos can't say anything to deny it. The cat was out of the bag, Carlos couldn't prevent it from happening. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Camilo on this but he needed him for it, his shapeshifting wasn't perfect like Camilo's. He wanted to give you that dress so badly for a long time, it was only now he thought to make the move.

"My interests are none of your business, Camilo. Just take the fucking dress off and leave me alone"

"Hey, I'm only fucking around. Don't worry I won't tell anyone about this"

The shapeshifter carefully takes off the dress and quickly changed it back to himself, he hands the dress to Carlos. He wanted to trust his twin brother but this was his own blood! A carbon copy of himself! He was just as untrustworthy as himself.

"I'm not trusting your ass"

"How about a deal then?"

"No, fuck off"

"I won't tell anyone if you give me all of your seconds. Here's a bonus! I'll be your personal model until you get [Name]'s perfect measurements!"

Carlos looked at Camilo, contemplating. But he knew deep down that he has to make a sacrifice, so, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"Fine, but don't you dare cross me"

"Jeez, don't look at me like you're going to bury me alive"

You found a huge box in front of the house's porch this morning, your name was written neatly on a tag attached to the box. The box wasn't heavy but you knew there was something in there. You were skeptical that someone is playing a prank on you until you opened the box to see an incredibly gorgeous dress. Your jaw immediately drops to the floor. There was a small letter inside the box.

Hello doll, I hope you like the dress I made you

It said. There was no name, signature, or any clue of who may have done this. You slowly brought the dress out of the box and your eyes twinkled in awe. It was pure magic that the dress was a perfect fit. You twirled around in front of the mirror, absolutely adoring how the dress looked so good on you. Whoever created this dress had skill and experience. You thought it would be one of your family members but none of them admitted to doing it.

You went out for a stroll in town wearing the new dress. All of your friends complimented how pretty your outfit was, you were beyond flattered. You can't help but want to know the stranger who gifted you this. Fortunately for you, Camilo Madrigal happened to spot you in your new dress.

"That's a very pretty dress you got there, hermosa"

Camilo flirted and you batted your eyelashes at him, there must be something about this dress that made the one and only Camilo Madrigal come to you. Who wouldn't want to be noticed by him? Camilo stayed for a while and his behavior seemed odd. You two weren't close, this was the first time you two talked. Something was bugging you about the way the Madrigal acted, he wasn't parading around and entertaining everyone. Camilo seemed so discreet and fully focused on you.

"Oye Carlos, stop pretending to be me so you can talk to [Name]"

You hear a voice all of a sudden, you turn to see...Camilo Madrigal? Huh? There are two of them? You look at the Camilo standing beside you. A gasp exits your lips when you see the fake Camilo transforming into...Carlos Madrigal?!

"Meh, worth a shot"

Carlos shrugged, Camilo rolled his eyes at his twin brother and left. You gazed at Carlos, wide-eyed. The latter looked more intimidating than his brother but he was looking quite timid and avoiding your eyes.

"Did you give me this dress?"

"...Yes"

He blurted out, his cheeks were hotter than the summer heat. Carlos was expecting you to be afraid or say nasty things about how he's the big and bad Carlos Madrigal. What he wasn't anticipating is you giving him the biggest smile he has ever seen.

"That's so sweet of you! I never knew you can sew!"

You gushed and complimented him. Carlos merely loses his shit, you looked so adorable that he just wanted to squish you in his arms. God, he's so whipped for you.

"Uh, gracias"

"Oh! If you don't mind, can you make me a dress for one of my relative's weddings this week?"

"Sure"

"I'll pay you-"

"No no, I don't want your money"

You tilt your head at him with confusion. Carlos chuckles and leaned close to you, almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

"I only take payment by being alone with you tomorrow at eight"

"...Are you asking me out on a date?"

"If you want to, señorita"

Carlos' gruff voice is definitely making you feel things. Eventually, you agree to go on a date with him tomorrow and the rest is history.

Your friends all whined and gawked at another new dress you decided to show off to them. You laughed at them and twirled around, watching the fabulous dress flow with your movement.

"Ugh, I wish I had a boyfriend like yours"

"Yeah, same! Does he ever get tired of making all those dresses for you?"

"Nope"

You reply with a grin. You have been proudly bragging about all your boyfriend's creations to your friends for a long time. Your friends were oozing with envy whenever you would meet up with them wearing a new outfit, they were aware that you had a boyfriend who's a tailor. However, they weren't aware that you were in a relationship with Carlos Madrigal.

After hanging out with your friends, you secretly meet up with Carlos near the alleyway. You find him there already waiting for you with an excited smirk.

"Hey, I've missed you, my doll"

My doll, the endearment he gave to you ever since you agreed to be his girlfriend. He called you my doll because he loved dressing you up with all the clothes he would specifically make for you. Carlos practically spoiled you with new outfits, he had a rough time controlling that.

"Mi vida, we literally saw each other this morning"

"You can't blame me, I feel like I would go insane if I don't get to see your face every two hours"

"Stop being dramatic and kiss me"

Carlos obliges and leans down to give you a brief kiss on the lips, it was tender and quick yet full of emotion. He pulls you by the hand as he takes you to less crowded places in town. You two chatted and interlocked fingers, enjoying each other's company. Every once in a while, both of you would pass by a boutique shop and you would always whip your head to admire a few of the displayed dresses. Carlos thought of this as a challenge, an obstacle getting in the way of his relationship with you.

"I saw you looking at one of the dresses at señora Mariana's shop, doll"

He begins the moment you two reached the Casita. You give him an unamused look, you knew where this going.

"Carlos, all of the clothes you gave me barely fit in my closet now"

"Then just buy a new closet"

You placed your hands on your hips and sighed. Carlos was being jealous again because you were looking at dresses that weren't made by his hands, he thinks that it was a competition when in reality, it was silly. You pointed at the beautiful dress you're wearing.

"This is going to be the last dress you will be making for me"

"But [Name]-"

"Nuh-uh! No buts, amor"

Carlos cutely pouted and turned away, pretending to be mad at you. The Family Madrigal welcomed you again for another visit, they treated you incredibly kindly, almost as if you were Carlos' wife. You stuck around for lunch and bonded with your boyfriend's cousins and siblings. It was almost sundown when you went looking for him to say goodbye. You spotted Carlos silently exiting Bruno's room, you raised a brow and sneaked behind him.

"Hey-"

"Holy fuck, you scared me!"

"Lo siento, mi vida. What were you doing at tío Bruno's room?"

"Nothing"

Carlos replied quickly. You can already tell he was hiding something but you don't try to pry into it. Before you go home, you and Carlos shared a long kiss while nearly getting caught by Camilo making out. You wave to your boyfriend goodbye and walked away.

"Ay dios mio, Carlos Madrigal"

You sighed while running a hand through your hair. You gazed down at another box presumably with another dress your boyfriend made again, you get this every week and he doesn't show any sign that he's stopping anytime soon. You waste no time and opened the box, you were not surprised to be in awe of what was inside. You read the note that was addressed to you.

I know you said to stop but my hands can't help it, my doll. Hope you like this though, this one's gonna be better than any of those dresses you saw at señora Mariana's shop - Carlos

You carefully took the dress out of the box and gasped at how utterly ethereal the dressed looked. All of a sudden, you began shedding your clothes and slipped on the dress. Goddamn, you looked like a goddess wearing it. You squealed and posed in front of the mirror. Carlos Madrigal definitely never failed to impress you.

In the afternoon, you met up with Carlos at his house and he literally went down to his knees when he saw you wearing the dress he recently made. You weren't lying when you said it made you flustered. You were a bit mad at him for making another dress despite telling him to stop, but nonetheless, you thanked him.

Currently, you were hanging out with Carlos in his room. You watched him work on another project, it brings you comfort. You noticed that he was making tinier clothes than usual so you asked him.

"Who are these clothes for, amor?"

"Oh, it's nothing, my doll"

Carlos kissed you on the cheek and continued working. You swooned at how absolutely sweet your lover was despite what the townsfolk would say about him. How could you not when he makes clothes for all his loved ones and he treats you so greatly?

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grimyandereencantosimp · 1 year

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So this is a bit of an long ask but a yandere Mirabel who is in love with fem reader now the rest of the family is a platonic Yandere towards Mirabel as she doesn't have a gift and in there minds need to be cared for. So they kidnap reader to give to her as a gift and do all the punishments stopping reader from escaping for her.

(I'm really sorry for the long wait on your request!)

(Also I'm not including Abuela and Antonio, because I don't feel really that comfortable writing them as yandere's. Sorry!)

Gift (Romantic! Yandere Mirabel x Platonic! Yandere family Madrigal x Fem! Reader)

Tw: Kidnapping, yandere punishments, romantic yandere, platonic yandere, drugging, force, threats, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

Mirabel gazed at you from behind the tree, obsessed with you. Just everything about you she loved. Your looks, your personailty, everything.

You didn't talk to Mirabel, nor know her. All you knew she was from the famous and gifted Madrigal family. You didn't plan on getting to know Mirabel, unless she started talking to you. Until then you weren't going to attempt to talk to her.

It's not like you had anything against her or anything, it just you never really were a fan of talking to people you didn't really know. And it would most likely stay that way.

The Madrigals had suddenly found out about Mirabels little crush on you, (not looking at anyone Dolores) they thought it was cute. It might of been a normal thing for a family to be proud or find it cute their family member had a crush or lover. Yes. But the Madrigals weren't really normal at all, they were what you would call a yandere towards Mirabel.

They believed Mirabel needed to be cared for in every way possible , they were like this ever since Mirabel hadn't gotten a gift like everyone else did. Ever since that day they had felt pity for her, protecting her, caring for her, making sure she was happy.

Finding out about this 'crush' of hers', would put you in danger. You knew neither of these things so you had no idea you were in danger. Oh I wish you knew so you could protect yourself.

The next day, you were on your own not another soul to be seen in sight. Well that's what you thought anyway. It was a nice day today, so why not take a walk? Not like sitting around all day was going to do anything...

Then suddenly a cloth wrapped around your mouth, you tried to fight off the unknown attacker, but no avail.

Your eyes suddenly but slowly opened, you then looked to see the...Whole madrigal family?! What did they want with you?! "Hello (y/n)..." Isabela said, making you even more nervous. "I'm sorry for what ever I did, but please let me go!" You quickly blurted out, getting a chuckle from each family member. You gave a confused look.

Isabela then resumed, "that's not why you're here...Now why you're here is because we know Mirabel has feelings for you, and we want to give you to her as a gift...Whether you like it or not." Her voice got a little darker and stern with the last 6 words. You gulped, as a gift? You weren't a present someone could just wrap up and give to another! You weren't going to stay with these people just because their family member loves you!

"No! You can't make me just stay here! This is wrong!" You shout, now shaking all over. "You will and you will like it dear..." Julieta darkly tells you. "And if you don't and try to escape, we won't hesitate to break your legs or do worse." Pepa finishs.

You wanted to cry out of fear, you didn't want any of this, why did this have to happen to you out of all people?!

"Now! Lets get you nice and ready for Mirabel, shall we...?"

#Yandere #yandere x reader #Madrigals #encanto #Yandere encanto #encanto x reader #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #I don't feel like tagging every family member #Fem reader #anon #request

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sp-ce-doll · 2 years

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"Brunito."

Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader (Part 2)

Request from: @estoniacobaltpayne

MINORS DNI!!!! 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Fatphobia, body dysmorphia, angst, slight reader backstory, and Alma is very mean. Sorry if you don’t like the color yellow, but it’s my fave. SFW.

Synopsis: Reader has dinner with the Madrigals and it goes…about how you think it would.

A/N: Heeeeeeey, looks who’s back from their weed comaaaa! SPOILER ALERT!!! There’s a cliffhanger. That’s right, mamacitas, it’s going to be a trilogy! Please comment if you think the next part should include or exclude some spicy content! Thank you for reading!!

Today, it was your turn to sweat bullets.

Dinner with Bruno went fabulously, and you two were practically inseparable ever since. Bruno would visit you almost daily, always bringing you little things that he thought would make you smile. Last week, he needle-felted a pair of rat dolls – one with an adorable little yellow sun hat and the other with a green poncho. A few days ago, he brought over his tiple and played you a little tune he wrote about what it would be like to be a bird. Today, he was bringing you to dinner at La Casita.

It wasn’t that you disliked the Madrigals; it was the opposite really. You loved catching up with Mirabel and Dolores. You brought Luisa lunch a few times a week, so she had to take a break from her chores. Isabela and Pepa have even saved your personal garden on more than a handful of occasions. The entire familia Madrigal was delightful, but you’ve never been with them all together. The thought of going before your cariño’s family and being judged by them all in one room terrified you. What if they didn’t think you were good enough for their family? What if his mother disapproved of your relationship? Bruno loves his family and is very loyal – he would leave you no doubt if they asked.

Today you had to dress to impress.

You decided to wear a bright yellow, three-panel skirt that you hand-embroidered with the story of your family’s immigration to the Encanto, pairing it with a white off-the-shoulder blouse with puffy sleeves. You threw your hair into a classy low bun, pulling out a few locks of hair to frame your round face. You rouged your cheeks and lips so that your face said, “Innocence.” Señora Alma is a traditional woman, very much like your own mother; you knew exactly how to please people like her.

You ran through your head thinking of all the little things you could say to win her favor. You thought of how you could draw on your rapport with the rest of the family Madrigal or mention what an amazing cook you were and the countless meals you fed your Brunito when he came to visit. Speaking of food, you did not plan to show up to dinner empty-handed. You prepared a large baking dish filled with your infamous patacones topped with hogao. You once set these out as a snack for Bruno and he nearly proposed to you on the spot.

You were dressed, packed, and ready to face the Madrigals, but as you made your way to the foyer to meet Bruno, who was waiting to walk you to his home, you glanced at yourself in the mirror. You tried to ignore it, but sometimes you couldn’t help but hate the girl you saw in your reflection. Your nose was too broad for your liking, and you felt like your lashes could be longer and more feminine. You hated the way the velvet ribbons tying your huaraches to your ankles squeezed your thick calves, and the back rolls that were visible through your blouse. You knew your self-worth, and you knew that you were such a kind and loving soul, but you sometimes wondered what someone as beautiful as Bruno saw in you.

There are so many gorgeous, thin women in the Encanto. Women who were petite and graceful and seemed to hold the attention of every man, women, and child in the village. You, on the other hand, felt like little old you. Not bad, but nothing too special either. Nothing special enough to belong with the Madrigals.

***

Bruno was uneasy.

Today was the day that he got to formally introduce you to his family as his…whatever you guys were. He was so nervous and nauseous, but he knew that you would, “Wow,” them just as you did every time he heard you speak.

You had expressed to him your worries of not fitting in with his family, so he came extra early that afternoon to be with you and help assuage your fears. He was so sure that everyone would love you but…his mother may be a problem. Alma has never mentioned anything about disliking you, but she never seems pleased when Bruno would leave La Casita to be with you.

As Bruno waited for you to finish getting ready for dinner, he had grown more and more paranoid about the way things could go down tonight. He began pacing, shaking salt into his hand to toss over his shoulder, and jumping from floorboard to floorboard in your kitchen while trying not to step on the gaps between the wood. He had half a mind to run to the lake just outside the mountains surrounding the Encanto and look into the future, but he couldn’t leave you alone all nervous and panicky – it was his job to be nervous and panicky.

He hopped to another floorboard, wobbling when he balanced his weight all on one leg, as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. Your sudden presence frightened him, causing him to trip and fall. You giggled at this clumsy man and did a little run over to help him up.

“So silly, Brunito,” you said to him.

He didn’t respond, wide hazel eyes looking up and hungrily devouring your appearance.

“What?” you asked.

“Hermosa.”

Your felt your cheeks get warm as you helped Bruno settle on his feet. He couldn’t stop looking at you and admiring the little details on your skirt or the way your neck and shoulders were deliciously exposed. He sighed deeply, attempting to slow his accelerated heart rate.

You attempted to draw his attention back from wherever his mind went by brushing a salt and pepper coil of hair from his face, your hand gently caressing his cheek and landing on his stubbly chin.

“Are you ready to go, amor?” you asked gently.

His hand rose to cover the hand on his face, gently removing it so he could kiss the inside of your wrist.

“Ready when you are.”

***

The walk to La Casita was lovely. The sun was just beginning to set, and the weather could not be more perfect. You almost felt sad that you couldn’t enjoy more of the joyous day outside with Bruno.

As you two reached the cobblestone path that led to the house, you realized that you had never actually set foot in Bruno’s home. Bruno always came to visit you, and the rest of the Madrigals could always be found in the village, making themselves of use to anyone in need. You never had a real reason to visit until tonight.

“The house is beautiful, Bruno,” you said.

“Yep, and she’s really nice too. Never told anyone that I was in the walls.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but laughed anyway.

Reaching the house at last, you put one foot forward to climb steps leading up to the front door, but then you felt something hit your foot. You jumped back out of fright, and Bruno began to laugh.

“Say hola to Casita first,” he responded.

Confused again, you looked up at the majestic house, and gave an awkward greeting.

“Hola, Casita?”

The house began to come alive; the bricks on the front steps started jumping, the wooden shutters on all the windows began to swing wildly, and the terra cotta shingles on the roof began to dance. The blue front doors of the moving house swung open, and you felt the stones on the path rise to cup the back of your ankles. Casita physically pulled you into itself, Bruno being pulled in not far behind.

The magical house dropped you and Bruno in the center of the room, and you clenched the white fabric over your heart.

“The house has magic too?!” you exclaimed.

Bruno smiled down at your thrilled face, watching you as you excitedly spun around several times to take in the details of the house.

“You’ve never been here? The doors are open to everyone, you know.”

You stopped your child-like observation of the house and looked at Bruno.

“I’ve never had a reason to come. Your family is always conveniently around when I need them,” you said with a smile.

Bruno returned the smile and took from you the glass baking dish you carried.

“I’m going to set this in la cocina and then we can go on a little tour of Casita,” he said.

You nodded and watched as he disappeared into what you presumed was the kitchen.

***

“…and this way is my room,” Bruno said as he ushered you up the steps to his tower.

“Do I actually get to go in this room?” you teased.

He let out a single laugh and nodded his head.

Bruno had shown you all over La Casita but couldn’t allow you in anyone’s room. Instead, he pointed to each door and told you whose room was whose and described what the inside of each room looked like. You were having a hard time believing that one little boy essentially lives in an expansive jungle terrain filled with all sorts of exotic plants and animals, but then again, the house is alive. Anything could happen here.

As you reached the top of the stairs, Bruno turned around to look at you, back facing his ornate door.

“Sooo, it’s been a while since I’ve had a visitor and I’ve just moved back in really, so my room isn’t…the best. Plus, Casita can kind of sense my overwhelming need for space, so there might be –,” Bruno confessed.

“I’m sure it’s just wonderful,” you tried to assure him.

Bruno turned back around to face the door, mumbling something under his breath about hoping you still felt that way. You wondered how many pairs of socks he’s left strewn about the floor.

Bruno pried his door open, and a gust of sand flew out the crack. He coughed and shoved door until it was wide open for you to enter. You walked into the small room, admiring the beautiful hourglass wall with a gorgeous waterfall of sand behind it.

“Well, this is nice,” you said, trying to be kind. His room was very small and did not have an ounce of furniture. You briefly wondered if Bruno just curled up on a pile of sand to sleep at night; that would explain why he’s always covered in it when he comes to visit.

With a light chuckle, Bruno took your hand and led you to the falling sand.

“Close your eyes, duck your head, and bend your knees,” he instructed, doing just that and pulling you in after.

Once through the entryway, you two skidded down a dune of sand and the room opened up into a huge cave with what had to be hundreds of stairs. You looked up completely bewildered; you really didn’t believe him when he said the rooms were bigger on the inside.

Bruno saw your baffled expression and thought to cut through the tension.

“Yeah, I know…it’s a bit much.”

“A BIT??”

“You know, once you get to walking, you really don’t even notice the stairs, ha,” he said bashfully. “Come on, let’s get started.”

He had to practically drag you from where you stood; you and cardio weren’t the greatest of friends. You started to march up the stairs, panting and out of breath by the time you reached the seventh step. You could see Bruno holding in his laughter as he watched you struggled to climb, leaving you very embarrassed.

“Mira, it’s okay. Took me a while to get used to them when I came back.”

You gave him a thumbs up.

When the treacherous journey came to an end, you could barely stand.

“Are you okay, amor?” he asked.

“No,” you wheezed, hunched over.

Bruno really thought that now would be a good time to make a move on you.

“Here, Cariño, let me carry you.”

So, here’s the thing: Bruno Madrigal is maybe 100 lbs soaking wet. You, a thick and voluptuous woman, were much broader and heavier than him in comparison. You thought it was really sweet of him to offer but…you could snap him like a twig.

“I’m good, Brunito,” you said.

But he was insistent.

“No, no, allow me,” he said, bringing one of his scrawny, little arms around your shoulders.

“Bruno, I would really appreciate it if you did not do that,” you huffed. By now, you had finally caught your breath.

Bruno was devastated, not that he let that show. Did you really think so little of him? Did you really find him…well, little? Bruno was not a very machismo man, but he still had some pride, and right now, a very bruised ego.

“Did I do something wrong, mi amor?” he asked softly.

“No, no, I’m just too – I mean I just don’t want you to – ugh,” you said standing up.

Bruno understood, choosing instead to gently take your hand in his as he moved to your side. He turned and quietly led you to the ominous circular door that stood down the hall. You passed these cryptic sculptures of Bruno on the wall, one with gaping holes where his eyes and mouth should be.

“Bruno, what is this place?” you asked.

“It’s my vision cave.”

You reached out a cautious hand to grasp the bar handle and pulled it to the side. The door opened with a whoosh and you peered in.

Inside the dim, circular room the walls were lined with a familiar tribal pattern from the crown molding to the baseboards. The floor held a similar pattern, barely visible through the small piles of sand that seemed to be everywhere. You looked around, counting maybe 6 clay pots painted in various shade of brown all about the room, before you looked up and noticed the small blue hammock that was pressed against the far wall.

You were quiet for a while – mostly because you were terrified of the room, but also because you were disheartened at how little things Bruno owned. You wondered if he just hadn’t had the opportunity to fill his room with all the little things that made him happy, or if he didn’t think he deserved more than this.

“Truth be told, I only really come up here for visions. I still…I still sleep in the walls,” he said.

“Why?” you asked bewildered.

“Eeeh, you know. It’s where I feel comfortable, I mean it’s been ten years,” he said with a nervous laugh. “Plus – plus, it’d be a bit of a hazard for the little guys, right?” he rambled as he pulled a rat from underneath his ruana, holding it up for you to see.

“Uh, Bruno –”

“I’m really nervous about being home with my family and people are already hounding me for visions, and, I mean, I missed my family and all, but I’m not much of a people person,” he said rapidly, all in one breath.

You smiled at this absolutely ridiculous man that you had fallen for.

“You can always come stay with me.”

***

The two of you had made your way to the dining room to join the rest of the Madrigals for dinner. The whole family sat in their seats, beaming up at you as Bruno chivalrously pulled out your chair and gestured for you to have a seat.

“Hola, everyone!” you said, sitting down.

Everyone responded to you happily, except for Alma, who offered you a brief nod. You tried to keep your composure, but you were freaking out inside. You never realized how large Bruno’s family was.

“Thank you for joining us for dinner, (y/n),” said Alma. “Bruno has told us many wonderful things about you.”

Her words were kind, but her tone was cold. Bruno was sweating, reaching out for your hand under the table to calm his nerves.

“I’m glad to hear that, Señora,” you said, offering a smile.

The room was tense. Mirabel and her parents were smiling so hard, hoping it would alleviate the awkwardness of Alma’s clear disapproval. Isabela and Luisa had gone ahead and started eating, focusing hard on their food so they wouldn’t have to witness the tragedy that was occurring. Dolores was whispering to her parents, who both leaned in to listen to what she had to say, all the while Camilo wasn’t paying attention, eyes trained on his fork like he was trying to bend it with his mind.

You looked around at all the Madrigals when you noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s Antonio?” you asked, beginning to poke at your food.

The whole table looked up at you surprised. Even Camilo stopped practicing his “budding” mind powers to take notice of the topic.

“Yeah, where is Antonio?” Camilo asked.

A rain cloud began to form over Pepa’s head as she shivered in panic. Félix attempted to calm her by running his hands along her shoulders.

“He’s by the Rosarios,” Dolores piped in. “His jaguar scared their daughter, Sofía, so he brought her a stuffed capybara to say sorry.”

Dolores leaned her head to side, trying to hear what Antonio was up to.

“Sounds like he’s on his way back,” she said.

Pepa let out a great sigh, the cloud above her beginning to dissipate. Félix let out a hearty laugh and soon the rest of the family had erupted into laughter over the needless worrying. All except for Alma, whose lips were pressed into a thin line and had not taken her eyes off you since you joined the table.

The laughter died down and the family dug into their plates. Before you even noticed, the patacones you brought had gone. Not too long later, Antonio joined the table, apologizing for his tardiness. He told the table how he and Sofía had lost track of time while he introduced her to some smaller, more palatable animals. Dolores teased Camilo that Antonio had gotten a girlfriend before him, which made Antonio hide in his shirt.

Hoping to draw him back out of his shell, you asked Antonio about the capybara plush that he had given to his new friend, and he happily talked about his new-found love for sewing and doll making. You nudged Bruno’s shoulder, telling Antonio that he must get his love of crafting from his tío. Bruno gave you a sheepish, lopsided grin.

For a while, the family enjoyed each other’s musings about this and that. You kept sliding more and more food over to Luisa because you knew she missed lunch today; she smiled at you with her cheeks stuffed. Mirabel mentioned something about your skirt, and you got to excitedly tell her how you were inspired by her. When Isabella managed to pull your attention away from her sisters, she gave you some gardening tips because she noticed your begonias were dying again. The night had turned around and the atmosphere was perfect – you were ecstatic.

Seizing the moment, Bruno cleared his throat loudly, drawing attention from everyone.

“Uh, hey,” he began, “I thought I’d take the chance to, uh, properly introduce (y/n). We-we’ve been seeing each other for a month or two, and yeah.” He threw out a nervous smile, one that was returned by his sisters and his lovely niblings. His brothers-in-law were smirking at him, wiggling their eyebrows teasingly.

Alma was still stone-faced, not even bothering to look up from her food.

“I’m happy you two are…happy together,” she said.

“Th-thanks, ma,” Bruno returned.

***

After dinner, you, Bruno, and his sisters decided to stay back to clean while everyone else went about their evenings. Pepa and Julieta were absolutely delighted that Bruno was finally seeing someone. You three would giggle or go back and forth sharing cheesy little stories about Bruno while he tried to hide himself in dish soap bubbles.

Eventually Julieta poked Pepa, motioned with her lips toward you and Bruno, and then tipped her head, signally her to leave. They left the kitchen smiling while you two washed and dried the last of the utensils.

You were so engrossed in Bruno’s new telenovela for his rats. It was called, “The Horses that Could Never Be.” The plot was confusing, and one of the rats had to play a horse, but that didn’t matter. Seeing Bruno’s face light up with so much joy was the only thing that mattered in that moment. His eyes were so wide and animated, and he used different tones of voice to act out certain lines so you’d know who was talking. It was adorable.

When you put away the last fork, you turned to address Pepa, but saw at once that you and Bruno were alone.

Bruno, noticing that your attention had been drawn away from him, turned to see what you were looking at.

“Oh,” he said. “Didn’t even know they left.”

“Some oracle you are, Brunito,” you joked.

He stuck his tongue out at you and dried his hands.

It was silent for a moment when he turned back to look at you. You admired his beautiful salt and pepper curls in the candlelight that illuminated the dark kitchen.

“You look so handsome,” you said in a whisper.

You couldn’t see it, but a small flush of pink tinted Bruno’s cheeks. He had such strong feelings for you but was so worried that he would come on too strong and chase you away. He rarely kissed you, opting instead to caress your face or take your hand in his. He hoped that the gifts he brought you, the little tokens of his love, were enough to show you how he felt without being too overwhelming. Bruno very much preferred to move at whatever pace you decided to set.

You stepped toward him, closing the tiny gap between you, and brought your hands to his chest. He let out a shaky breath as you touched him, watching as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss to his lips.

He deepened the kiss, putting his hands low on your hips so you wouldn’t go anywhere. You moaned against his mouth, loving the way his breath tasted and wanting so much more of him.

Alma cleared her throat.

You two separated so fast, Bruno almost fell.

“Señora!” you gasped.

“Bruno, don’t you think it’s rather late? Señorita (y/n) should be getting home,” she said.

“Of course! Of course, yeah, let’s uh, let me walk you home,” Bruno blurted out.

Alma turned to leave the kitchen, taking a few steps before whipping her head around.

“Buenas noches, (y/n),” she said to you before turning to address Bruno. “I’ll be waiting up for you, mi hijo.”

Alma left the kitchen.

***

Bruno took you home, kissed you chastely, and practically ran to get home. You went to bed that night, butterflies in your stomach with a newfound heat that spread across your body.

When Bruno returned home, Alma was indeed waiting up for him.

“Mama, I’m home. Get some rest,” he told her.

“Brunito, I would like to speak with you about something,” Alma said curtly. She gestured for Bruno to sit on the bench next to her.

“Is something wrong, ma?” Bruno asked.

“Mi hijo,” she said, “(y/n) seems lovely but…I don’t know if she is right for you. Ever since you’ve started seeing her, well, I haven’t seen much of you.”

Bruno felt awful. Had he really been neglecting his family?

“I’m so sorry mama, I really didn’t mean to –”

“– and she’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, absolutely hermosa, but she doesn’t exactly look like she…fits you,” Alma interrupted.

“What do you mean she doesn’t f –”

“– and believe me, mi hijo, I’m just looking out for you. And for what’s best for the family. That’s all I’ve ever tried to –”

“I love her, ma!” Bruno shouted. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, not meaning to have said that out loud, or have used that tone with his elderly mother.

Alma just stood there, frowning. She sighed, knowing she did all she could to help Bruno see her side of things.

“Mama, I love her. I want to be with her. Look, I’m sorry about not being more present with the family, really, lo siento, but she makes me feel like me. She makes my life and all I’ve been through feel like it was worth it,” he confessed.

“I see,” said Alma, standing from her seat. “Well, who am I to stand in the way of true love?” She turned her back to him and made her way up the stairs, leaving Bruno alone in the dark.

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