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queers-gambit · 3 months

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I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

prompt: ( requested ) basking in the sunshine, breathing fresh air, bare skin tickled by tall grass, and Felix, who can't focus on the Half Blood Prince when his girl's got his full blooded attention.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 2.3k+

note: i wrote this in an hour 'cause, you know, brainrot.

warnings: slight request variation (you'll see), there's probably cursing. anyways, suggestive language, no real spoilers, slight Ollie slander, college kids doing drugs, and no HP spoilers for those who haven't read.

All you could smell was his expensive cologne, barely breaking a sweat under the summer sun as he remained wrapped around you like a child did their mother on the first day of school. You were never one for suffocating affection nor clingy behavior, something leftover from childhood, but with your boyfriend, you craved it; and he knew it. He took advantage of it.

"Are you even listening or are you too busy trying to identify the smell of my shampoo?"

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, 'M listenin', love, uh, you know, something about... Harry doing something stupid, yeah?"

You snorted lightly, head tilting back to look up at your boyfriend's amused expression. "A lucky guess - 'cause Harry's always doing some dumb shit."

"Yeah, you know, there's a reason he wasn't considered for Ravenclaw."

"Don't be mean, we all have our strengths and weaknesses," you gently reprimanded. "So he's not the smartest guy ever, but he's brave as hell, isn't he?"

"Has to be, being a Gryffindor and all."

"I doubt we would've done half this shit at 16."

"Totally right, we had other worries - like our first pregnancy scare."

"Felix!"

"What, doll face? Huh? C'mon, what's the quote? I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!"

"Oh, you absolute cheesy fuck!"

His laugh could've echoed across the field, the two of you laid out on an oversized blanket; crushing the long grass surrounding his home, Saltburn. 'Home' always felt so mundane when describing the freaking castle his family inhabited; after all, his father, Sir James, was literally knighted - making the Cattons feel larger than life. You'd known the family for over a decade now, meeting Venetia on your first day of school when a rude boy smacked your lunch tray right out of your hands, being inducted to their family almost straight away.

As it turned out, your mother and father were friendly with Sir James and his wife, Elspeth Catton, and after only a month in your new town, you were invited to Saltburn for a family meal.

It became a monthly occurrence.

And when you started dating Felix when you were both 15, it was like life was simply alining with the stars. Destiny being fulfilled. Fate smiling on you both.

Your parents tried to play off the relationship, but after you turned 16, they realized how serious you two seemed about each other. And when you both decided to attend Oxford together (rejecting your father's alma mater, the University of Edinburgh), your mother made constant jibes about your wedding. At first, it was just a few, little, sometimes funny, but mostly harmless comments here and there, and then it escalated to full-on conversations between your mothers.

Like they had flowers and color scheme picked out, deciding on hosting at Saltburn, even debating wedding dress ideas! Your mother wanted something lacy, Elspeth wanted something form fitting and "sexy" - being where their opinions clashed and the conversation elevated to near arguments.

Anyways, laying on the blanket in the field, alone, became a regular occurrence for you and Felix once you realized the absolute HOLD the Harry Potter series had on you both. Where the brother and sister had matching HP star tattoos on their hands, that had convinced you to get a set of three stars - your only tattoo, nestled behind your left ear. Venetia technically got you into the series, letting you borrow the first book, and then gifting you each book once published; but it was more like a "tradition" to read them with Felix.

See, when you were younger, you had a stutter that made you wildly insecure, but reading out loud helped you work through it. Was it a perfect system? Of course not, but your boyfriend was adamant that it'd help - and eventually, it did. So much so, you received top marks in each of your public speaking or debate classes, something the Catton's still praised you over.

Felix liked listening, and the times you got a little tongue-tied and frustrated, he would take over to let you a small reprieve. Today was no different, laid in the field, the grass tickling your bare feet and calves as the sun soaked into your bare skin. Either of you only wore a pair of sunglasses, Felix sat up on his elbow to support your body laid against his; his fingers dancing light patterns over whatever body part he could reach. Currently, it was your hip.

He laid quick kisses where he could, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, used his teeth to nibble your flesh. Anything to make you trip over your words, like the little shit he was.

You felt your breathing shift when Felix's lips and tongue ghosted up your neck, sweeping stray strands of hair from your shoulder before his fingertips were ghosting over your collarbone and down your chest to tweak your nipple. The cold of his bracelets and watch on your sticky skin felt like a drastic contrast to the warmth of the day.

"You're infuriating, I'm trying to read," you scolded, swatting his hand away; but smirking in amusement that assured him you weren't truly annoyed.

"Roll over, sweetheart, I needa rest my arm," he muttered in your ear, licking the shell - making you squirm with a small giggle.

"Can you behave? For once?"

"How can I? When you look like this? I mean, Goddamn, I really got the prettiest girl, don't I?" He smirked, watching you lift off his chest to roll onto your stomach; perched on your elbows. "Now, that's a sight, might be my favorite," he grinned, bringing his hand down to smack one of your arse cheeks - palming the flesh tightly, giving a jiggle for his amusement.

"Felix!" You squealed, fully anticipating this treatment; trying to hide your full-teeth grin.

"C'mon, love, let's get a bit naughty," he teased. "Oliver doesn't get here for another two days, we're not gonna be alone much longer."

You scoffed lightly, "You're the one who had to befriend The Clinger."

"Oi, c'mon now, tellin' me t'be nice about Harry? Don't call him that, love, he's just a lonely chap. Needs a friend."

You hummed, readjusting the book under you. "He's a bit creepy, Fi," you admit. "I mean, he stares - like a lot. And remember I told you, I saw him looking through your dorm window that one night?"

He sighed, "He was just drunk, love, we've been over this."

"You're so quick to excuse him," you noted, offering him a bewildered look as he readjusted to lean over your back. His head nuzzled between your shoulder blades, letting a hand pet down the slope of your spine; forcing a small tremor through your muscles.

"He's got no one else."

"Doesn't mean he needs you, my sweet boy. Honestly, you stretch yourself too thin. Maybe if you focused less on these so-called friends and more on your studies...?"

"I appreciate the worry, babygirl," he mused, laying three kisses to your shoulders, "but it's all right, got you quizzing me nightly. Swear, you know my coursework better than I do. And besides, you're the one who says there's no such thing as too many friends."

"Hm," you let your eyes roll slightly, "I was obviously high when I said that and probably didn't mean bloody Oliver."

"Speaking of," he grinned, reaching for the rucksack he brought with you; now hosting your clothes, but also carrying the Altoid tin he used to store pre-rolled joints.

"Are you even listening to the story anymore, baby?"

"Of course I am, toots, I can multi-task." You hummed in response, waiting for him to finish lighting up before continuing onto a new paragraph; feeling him shift on your back. But you faltered when smoke blew against your cheek, Felix's lips descending a moment later to noisily smooch your skin. "You're so fucking pretty," he mumbled.

"I think you have ADHD."

"We knew that."

"Maybe you need something for that."

"Because I'm not listening to Harry Potter?"

"I knew it!" You laughed, shivering again when his free hand drew up your spine to nestle in your hair; handing you the joint with the other. "Fi, you're still distracting me," you moaned slightly, leaning your head back into his touch - contradicting your own words.

"You're doin' great, love," he grinned, licking the skin behind your ear, at your tattoo. "Keep goin', c'mon, I wanna hear what happens next."

"You're gonna reread this chapter when I go to bed, aren't you?"

Felix paused, "Maybe."

You grunted, dropping your head to the book before lifting it again and taking an inhale from the joint. Felix grinned at you in mischief, rolling over onto his back; hand behind his head as he stared up at you. You shook your head at him, handing the joint over before shuffling so you were laid on his chest with the book spread open in one hand.

"Love?" He mumbled.

"Hmm?" You glanced at him.

"Maybe... Uh, yeah, maybe start the chapter over? I'm a bit lost," he snickered, coughing when you tisked at him and offered a slightly annoyed look. "C'mon, baby, you can't tell me you were totally focused, either! You love me touching you, I can see it on your face."

To prove his point, the arm he had wrapped around you drifted to, once more, take a handful of your ample bottom - causing you to gasp slightly.

But you pouted, "I kinda want to finish this chapter, baby."

"And I'm distracting you?"

"Obviously."

Felix laughed, "Spot on Professor Snape, baby."

"If I read like Snape the rest of the chapter, will you pay attention to me?"

"You know what? I don't know, that voice is kinda a turn on... Everything you do is a turn on, doll."

"You'd think the consistent fucking we do would rein in your hormones."

"Nah," he tutted, squeezing his hand, "not when I got a girl like you, gettin' me all riled up. I mean, Half-Blood Prince, who? Got me full blooded, right here." You chuckled when he glanced at his cock, folding the book closed and deflating onto his chest and accepting the joint again. "Oh, c'mon, don't stop, 's just gettin' good!"

"You were calling Harry stupid literally 5 minutes ago."

"Come off it, when isn't he?"

"When he's fighting Voldemort?"

"Hm," he considered, tucking his hand into your hair to massage your scalp; gently pulling through your hair. "You might have a point."

"And now Dumbledore's - "

"Hey, hey, no spoilers!"

"It's not a spoiler if you were listening to me!"

"I'm always listening," he whined, you blowing smoke across his abdomen; watching his abs contract from the slight tickle; his cock bobbing from the movement and making you flush with heat not from the sun. "You're just so much more interesting, hmm?" He mumbled.

"Hey, hey. Flattery gets you everywhere with me," you teased, loving the easiness of his smile. "C'mon, pretty boy, your turn."

He took the joint from you, watching you try to pull back - but tightening his arm. "Stay here, love havin' you close," he mumbled, placing the joint to his mouth and reaching for the book again. Not wanting his arm to retract from your form, you reached up to take the joint from him; listening as he went back to the beginning of the chapter while your leg hiked up his hips.

Every other puff, you fed Felix the joint until there was nothing left; wee small roach being stubbed out in the dirt, leaving you two relaxed, high, and laid over one another as he continued to lazily read. But his hand still traced invisible patterns over your skin, the warmth of the sun making you sweat, but the way your boyfriend touched you made you shiver.

He knew you loved it, yet didn't so much as stutter on a single word when his smirk would grow feeling your reactions to his touches.

At the end of the chapter, he glanced down at you and let his lips follow; tightening his arm to bring you in closer, leaving repeated kisses on your forehead. You squirmed closer, giggling and bringing your hand up to hook around the back of his neck, directing him to your lips as he rolled over so you were on your back and he was hovering over you. "You're distracting me, now, li'l minx," he teased.

"Oh, how unfair, what ever shall you do?"

He chuckled, pecking your lips twice more, then asking, "Another chapter or...?"

"Yes, one more chapter," you laughed, "but then we're gonna have to head back up, your mum wanted my help with something."

"Oh, she's got you some new dresses she wants you to try," he relaid.

"I thought she stopped doin' that?"

"She loves spoiling you," Felix eased. "And Venetia stopped letting Mum dress her, so, you know... Here, you read this one."

You agreed, letting him readjust so he was sat up again, keeping you between his spread legs so he could peer down at the book from over your shoulder. Was it distracting, feeling his fully blooded cock at your back? Absolutely. Was it mildly erotic for you to ignore it and continue reading - as if his warmth wasn't making you wet? Also, yes.

"Fi," you whispered when his lips danced across your shoulder. "Distracting me, again," you half-scolded.

"You're doin' great, love," he chuckled.

But he didn't stop, it was like he was turning himself on (more) by his soft, gentle touches; and being spurred onward when he noted the way your chest heaved when your breath changed.

"Keep goin'," he whispered in your ear, dragging his hands up to cup either bare breast and swipe his thumbs around your nipples to stiffen them into peaks.

"Felix - "

"Don't stop," he encouraged, "'s real endearing the way you're tryna fight this."

"You try to get between me and Potter one more time, we're going on a sex strike."

There was a pause as you looked up at him, both sharing growing grins before bursting into echoing laughter that Venetia heard from one of the loungers close to the house. She grinned to herself, turning the page of her own Half-Blood Prince book.

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Saltburn masterlist

#felix catton #felix catton imagine #felix catton fluff #felix catton x y/n #felix catton x reader #felix catton x fem! reader #felix catton x you #fix it felix #saltburn #saltburn 2023 #saltburn movie #saltburn fanfiction #saltburn felix #saltburn felix catton #saltburn imagine #jacob elordi

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sant-riley · 1 year

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[ More task force 141 × OFC! reader headcanons] [pt2]

A/N: thank yall so much for all the love on the last hcs!! I hope these live up to yalls expectations <3 please tell me which ones are yalls favorites <3!!!

CW: She/her pronouns, Codename is Teddy, Simping, crude humor, Age gaps, cursing, British slander (if I miss anything, let me know!)

If you dye your hair, Ghost helps you dye it when y'all go on extended leave. The military doesn't allow unnatural colors so when you have a few weeks to a couple of months, he'll be the one to ask. "Cm'ere, I got the bleach already."

The guys like to go with her when/if she gets tattooed. Do they know what she's getting inked? Nope, but they like to keep her company and will go get her food if needed.

Teddy vocal stims,, alot. She has picked up on "Fuckin' hell" and it has yet to leave her brain and Ghost just stares in amusement. You can hear her echo it back to them once he says it on a mission.

Teddy is her codename but her nicknames vary from who's talking about her!

Ghost: Ted, Teds, Sweetheart, Runt

Soap: Bonnie, Rascal, Barra, Lass

Price: Rookie, Dear

Gaz: Love, Darling, Hun

They get on her ASS for being an American. They will poke fun at her every fucking chance esp if she speaks in slang.

Price shakes his head and tries to teach her the "proper" way of speaking but all she does is mock the accent. He has since given up.

The first time they see her off duty, it's shock. She looks so different when she's not in uniform, (if you have it: dyed hair, makeup) her normal civilian clothes. Soap is almost convinced it's not Teddy until she smacks him upside the head and calls him an asshole.

Being the first one to see Ghosts face because you're having a breakdown about all the murder and bullshit you've gone through, crying profusely and no one knows how to help bc everyone just shoves it down and represses it.

He trusts you, he knows he does so it doesn't take him much to take you into a secluded room and expose himself. He will say that seeing you silently stare up at him with awe made his feelings grow for you. He will not, but his heart definitely would.

Soap actively teaching you how to curse in Gaelic bc he thinks it's funny with your accent. Too bad you can barely understand when he tries teaching you so you're just kinda staring at him dead eyed.

Soap plays with your hair, alot. It soothes him to run his fingers through it or simply to yank it bc he's a little dickhead. He's the kind of person who'd let your hair routine and learn how to help you take care of it.

Ghost and Price straight up rustle your hair and thinks it's funny when you shove their hand away and get all huffy lmfao.

HELPING SOAP SHAVE HIS MOHAWK, there's no barber on base so you're the next best thing he has. Many of the team have walked in with Soap sitting between your legs bc he's way too fucking tall for you to cut his hair comfortably. Ghost walking in with you holding a razor to Soap's neck and just turning around and walking out immediately.

Price has given you a cigar to smoke, he knows for a damn fact you cannot handle it and laughs his ass off when you sputter. Top 10 favorite moments of his.

Gaz likes to give you British foods to try, he knows for a damn fact you will not like it.

"C'mon love, just one bite?" "I am not fucking eating beans on toast, you're insane." "It's a good meal!"

He gets so fucking mad when yall go to Las Almas and you devour the food there. Literally pouts bc he sees you with Alejandro and Rudy eating food and laughing together.

You play video games alot when on leave, please imagine trying to teach Ghost on the newer games that are out now. You make fun of him calling him an old man but he actually fucking wins potg/apex most of the time and looks at you smug as hell.

No one knows why you're called Teddy, so they all make up their own stories but you neither confirm nor deny. Soap says it's bc you're cuddly and cute like a teddy bear while Ghost says its bc you can maim someone like one. Duality of man.

Speaking of cuddling, it's not uncommon to have to huddle for warmth on missions. They all manhandle you to them and they all slightly do it differently.

Ghost sits you front to front with your chests touching While he sits up, arms around your waist with him playing with his knife, staring past your head and at the wall.

Price presses you into his side, a arm wrapped around your shoulders as he tells you stories about missions gone wrong, the smell of cigar smoke flooding your senses.

Soap also sits you on his lap with your back against his front while he buries his face in your hair. He tells you stories about his childhood and growing up with his mom, he wants yall to meet one day.

Gaz is usually the best prepared and has either a sleeping bag or a blanket, so he wraps it around yall making sure you're more covered than he is and sits close, yalls legs intertwined.

They worry so fucking much about you, you're young and while they have come to love and appreciate you, they can't help but wish you were anywhere else but here risking your life.

"You're too young to be here Kid." "And you weren't?" Ghost has to swallow down how much he wants to scream that he just wants you safe but he knows that's not his place, he isn't your boyfriend or husband.

Alejandro has doubts when everything goes to shit if they can trust you, since he hadn't seen much of you like he had with Ghost and Soap. But then he sees the way they speak about you and how these two burly strong men get a tender look in their eyes. He finds it funny but also feels great respect to you. It is not easy to get task force 141 to care so much about a new member but hey, you did it.

Alejandro takes you out dancing and drinking when you go back to visit Las Almas. He knows how to dance so fucking well and it's always a good time. He always has his hands on your waist and always makes sure you're okay with it. Perfect gentleman 10/10

Now Graves thinks that you're just some stupid kid but realizes quickly that while you can fight your own battles, you never need to. Just one look at Ghost staring daggers into his forehead is enough for him to swallow his tongue less it gets cut out.

Laswell treats you like her own kid, especially when she finds out if you have a bad home life. She always makes sure you're stocked up on necessaties at the base and invites you for lunch along with her wife often. She is the first one you call when you have anything personal to speak of and she is the mother figure you have while on missions.

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petals2fish · 2 months

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@alma-artts you are certainly at a disadvantage liking both ships and having to peruse both tags, I don’t envy the strength that must take, but even you have to recognize that the jily tag has in recent months been OVERLY saturated with Regulus and James posts. Quite frankly, the jily fandom deserves to be able to go through their tag without seeing every jegulus post under the sun, including jily slander. I recognize we do not have the same opinions, so you might see this particular meme as a personal attack, but I promise it’s a part of the larger idea that jily fans want to clear the jegulus from the jily tag. Understandably, this places you at an uncomfortable position because you ship both ships, however unless you are asking similar questions at jegulus people posting and tagging similar posts to my own in the jily tag, I cannot within good conscience give anything other than a apology for the inconvenience and offer to tag it with anti jegulus.

#petals talks #jily #anti jegulus

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bruno-madrigal · 8 months

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A summary: I believe there is repeated proof in the movie that Bruno had stopped using his gift long before he went into hiding.

So when Bruno was explaining to Maribel why he left. He says that Alma begged him to have a vision. As in asking would not have been enough.

We see that Alma (to be clear this isn't abuela Alma slander) has in the past had a Be helpful or step aside Attitude. with what she says to Mirabel. How she acts towards the rest of the family. Even how she treats herself.

I think Bruno either realizing or being told or both that his gift was not helping in any way and that people hated it. That he stopped using his gift. As to be stepping out of the way. His gift was not being helpful so his gift stepped out of the way.

Then when Alma made him have another prophecy he saw how much that prophecy would cause harm. Even more than his previous ones. So when he realized that trying to make his gift step out of the way would not be enough. He stepped out of the way.

#im going to disney so IM BACK BABY #rotating him in my mind #bruno encanto #bruno headcanons #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto headcanons

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gamerbearmira · 8 months

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Ballet au

I'm sorry, but even if Julieta was sad her mother didn't share her ballet with her and thought she was playing favorites, there is not a chance in hell Julieta would intentionally miss her daughter's shows. She is a supportive mother and it's not Mirabel's fault Alma didn't share ballet with her, she would be proud of Mirabel and glad her and Alma are bonding after Mirabel didn't receive her gift. Whatever feelings she has would be pushed down for Mirabel's sake, she would support Mirabel regardless because she sees how happy dance makes her. You are not doing Julieta dirty like that.

Julieta attends every performance without fail, she is so vigilant in her attendance that if she ever didn't show up people would start panicking, she brings snacks for Mirabel because she knows dancing is hard and God forbid her baby gets injured, Julieta has crazy good aim because at the end of every performance, she throws the biggest bouquet of flowers directly at Mirabel (when Mirabel gets sad Isabella wasn't there she says Isabella made them for her), she beats herself up whenever she feels jealous of Mirabel and Alma's relationship because she still remembers how devastated Mirabel was when she didn't get a gift and how happy she is now, whenever Mirabel gets insecure about not having a gift she will insist that dancing is her gift "because you dance so beautifully that is must be magic!", both Julieta and Luisa are head of the Prima Ballerina Mirabel Fanclub, everyone in the village gets some of Julieta's food in advance before a performance because they all know Julieta won't be at her stand, Julieta has a season ticket to the ballet theater and she always sits in the same seat on the front row so Mirabel always knows where to look to find her mother's face in the crowd. Julieta is a good mom that will absolutely put her daughter before her own feelings and I will die on this hill. I know you guys like your angst but this is where I draw the line

JULIETA SLANDER ISN’T ALLOWED‼️‼️ AND FRIENDLY FIRE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED☝️

But like. So true. I want some of that Julieta and Mirabel fluff NEOW⁉️ gotta love a supportive mom after all. Jealously gotta step aside 🤧 Her having good aim and being to, without fail, throw a bouquet to Mirabel directly (whereas everyone else just throws it on the stage), is just. So rad. Luisa def tried to do the same thing, but it was like an air all, it went completely over Mirabel’s head. Mirabel still went and picked it up because. Duh, it’s Luisa.

And as for the food. Def hammered down and insisted Mirabel ate before and after every practice. She heard that, if pushed too far, ballet dancers feet can actually start bleeding if they go too far. Which Mirabel never does, Alma taught her to stop if she was ever in any pain. But even with her mother’s reassurance, Julieta still insists, she is NOT taking any risks 😭

Need to get Julieta and Luisa some merch dawg

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto julieta #ballerina Mirabel AU #ballet AU

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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Bruno:

(Please no Alma slander in the notes, this is just a bit of mean fun)

#So sorry #poor bruno #bruno madrigal #disney encanto #encanto #mirabel madrigal #encanto meme #big mood #Bruno is a mood #No Alma bashing in the notes please #we don't talk about bruno

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cheesy-cryptid · 2 years

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please sir could you spare a few bruno/evalina headcanons? a few brulina crumbs, miss? 🥺🤲

// Anon youre not gonna get the crumbs. Im gonna give you a whole loaf.

💚 Bruno x Evalina Headcanons 💚

Content includes: catcalling

💚 Opposites really do attract. Bruno once thought he’d grow alone, unmarried, without a family of his own. But little did he know what was in store for him when he met Evalina.

💚 She’s an energetic social butterfly and was fairly active in engaging with the community within Encanto— a direct opposite to Bruno’s shy and introverted personality. But they got along pretty well! They both enjoyed each other’s company very much.

💚 She loved listening to Bruno’s stories and always made time to hang out with him after he was finished with his chores for the day. Most of the time, she’d invite him to different spots she found at the forest near the town like lakes, hills, pastures, and other scenic sites.

💚 This little activity allowed Bruno to have peaceful moments far away from the stress of bullies who come after him and how much his mother pressures him as a Madrigal. And they’d spend hours on those “special hiding spots” just talking, or maybe even having a picnic. (One of his most fondest memories was the day they went swimming in the river and jumped off swinging from ropes attached to tall tree branches)

💚 At home, Bruno would write in his journal for hours about everything they did together during the day, and would hope that maybe he’d have the guts to propose to her someday. (This would go on for years before he actually did it)

💚 After long discussions and arrangements between their families, their marriage was finally approved. Alma began treating Evalina as if she was her own, but Alma instilled alot of her ideas of perfection unto her new daughter-in-law.

💚 There were times Evalina would catch other townsfolk berating Bruno and even flat out insulting him— and she just can't let it slide. She wouldn’t hesitate standing up for her husband , and with composure (more like commendable restraint) and wit, she would end that kind of slander on her husband’s name right then and there. (Leaving Bruno with heart eyes in the process lmao)

💚 The amount of times Bruno has witnessed his wife defend him, made him feel more deeply in love with her but at the same time felt ashamed thinking he’d be too cowardly to do the same thing. But Bruno would eventually surprise himself — One day while he was at the market with Evalina, he heard a drunk man whistle at his wife from afar. Bruno can’t exactly explain what had snapped inside of him but before his wife could react, he immediately approached the man (his eyes glowing green with rage) and spat out insult after insult to the man as if he was cursing him. Bruno sounded like an entirely different person that day. He didn't stop until the man eventually ran off, afraid for his life.

💚 At home, Bruno has a tendency for wrapping his arms around Evalina’s waist from behind. It means he wants attention, and he’s not letting go unless she gives him some sweet sweet affection. There were times Eva would stop what she was doing to lovingly tend to her husband’s needs but there were also times she’d feel playful and tease him by ignoring his presence (because she loooves hearing her Bruno whine from all these games she’s playing. Dont worry she makes up for it in bed *winkkk)

💚 Now when Evalina wants attention, she’d play all sorts of tricks. Her favorite trick is distracting Bruno from whatever he’s working on, take something he’s using and hold it above her head. This of course means she’s taking advantage of their height difference to make Bruno on his tippy toes and struggling to reach for his things. And then Evalina would hold Bruno close to her with a smirk or a goofy smile on her face (depending on the mood ;) ).

💚 After becoming babysitters for their little nieces for years now , they decided that maybeeeee it’s time for them to try for a baby. Evalina would love to see a baby Brunito running around the house, but all Bruno wants is a little Evalina (maybe more than one. He always wanted a large family of his own)

💚 During the pregnancy (and finding out they were having triplets) Bruno spent so many nights talking to his wife’s belly and telling his kiddos all the tall tales of his telenovelas. He would always whisper how he’s excited to meet his children. (Despite all the times he gets kicked in the face by his kids from the womb)

💚 On days when Bruno would get really anxious about not living up to expectations or bottling up his emotions, Evalina would be right there to comfort him. She would help him ease down ( giving him massages or running a bath for him. Anything. Until he’s ready to open up.) He would hold on to her and she’d whisper sweet words. Just to reassure him how much he’s loved and deserving he is of every good thing that has happened to him.

💚 There were nights Bruno would slow dance with Eva. They’d sway to the music being played from the town. And in those nights, Bruno would always whisper how much he loves her and their children. And how he could never imagine a life without his soulmate. This has been a tradition between the two of them ever since they got married, it has always been reserved for special occasions or if either of them needs to be comforted and reassured.

💚 Parenthood took a toll on their energy. As much as they love raising their triplets together, all their work just doubled knowing that they also have to shoulder their other responsibilities from ‘before’ they were parents. And frankly, Bruno and Eva had these moments where they were both too tired to do the things they used to do as a couple. (They can't exactly jump in rivers from swinging ropes anymore now 😭) and Bruno had this lingering feeling that he forgot how to be romantic.

💚 Evalina was feeling the same thing but didn't want to burden Bruno with these thoughts because…. They were still okay… right? All their dates were now few and far between. All they ever talk about were their responsibilities and raising their children etc. When Bruno brought the topic up, Evalina would only shake her head and admit that this is what their life is now. But Bruno and Evalina didn’t want to dishearten one other so they each thought of a plan for their upcoming anniversary.

💚 They planned to meet up at their favorite spot again (like old times) on their own. Evalina prepared a picnic on top of their favorite hill overlooking the river. Prepared candles and flowers too and waited for Bruno. He arrived shortly after her and this is where his cute idea was set in motion— with the use of his impeccable acting skills.

💚 He approached the hill pretending to be out of breath, claiming how hard it was to sneak out in the middle of the night without his mother or sisters finding out. Evalina was confused at first but she played along. He then started to reference old events in his words… that were very familiar…as if he was playing out a conversation they had many years ago. She asked what had gotten into him but Bruno never broke character. And that's when it hit her— he wanted to reenact the day they had their first date. ( awwww)

💚 They had a wonderful evening on that hill. Its like as if they were young lovers all over again. And hours passed by as if they were minutes. Bruno presented his anniversary gift: a well-loved journal full to the brim of his unsent letters and writings to Evalina over the years before their marriage. The pages were filled with loving words of passion, his journal entries of their old dates, and all the things he loved about her. Some pages even had drawings and excerpts of his scripts, some even had longer pages from ends being glued together.

💚 They ended the night with Evalina impulsively suggesting they swim in the river again (Without the rope). Running down the hill giggling and trying to undress along the way gave them both a youthful thrill they haven’t experienced in a long time. The water was cold of course but the moment felt all too exciting for them to even care.

//Hope you enjoyed reading this Anon!!! 💖💖💖

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hourglass-dreams · 2 years

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Some Encanto Pet Peeves of mine that might get me kicked down Casita's stairs

I absolutely HATE when fans insist on giving the movie a central villian. Yes, Alma though she has severe trauma and suffered alone, she was in the wrong. But she is not evil. I get that some people don't like her character and I respect that but still.. I don't understand the ones who villainize the shit out of her. Oh and Dolores, in what world is Dolores the villian? Because she didn't tell anyone that Bruno was in the walls? How does that make sense? Bruno WANTED to be hidden and you know.. they didn't talk about him. And the other reasoning to this argument was that she deliberately ruined Isabela's engagement to have Mariano to herself. Go ahead and have your headcanons but I just think that's ridiculous. Dolores exposed what Mirabel was hiding because the magic was in danger and considering how many secrets she must know, I don't blame her for blowing up.

Whenever mental illness/nuerodivergence is brought up with this movie, people are so quick to slander those headcanons (ones that actually makes sense in the film like Bruno having OCD or Luisa having anxiety etc..) and it bothers me so much. It feels like you're invalidating the experience that minority groups go through when it comes to those topics.

As much as I adore Bruno, you guys need to stop acting like that man is a saint 😅 I agree with the idea that he really had an unfairly hard life and he's suffered a lot but he's made mistakes just like any of the other characters.

I might add to this later idk.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #disney encanto #abuela alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #felix madrigal #pepa madrigal #luisa madrigal

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toaverse · 1 year

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You know, one of the reasons I didn’t like Encanto was because the characters were underdeveloped.

So I wanted to ask, if you could change some of the character’s personalities, how you would do it?

I myself wouldn’t change their personalities, but the plot. Which would include:

Bruno actually acting serious and not constantly joking (I can’t really explain it well, but he’s really underwhelming imo).

Mirabel’s trauma and pain being acknowledged and her getting an actual apology from at least the adults and Isabela. (I’d rather have her run the fuck away from them, but that’s just me).

The rest of the family being called out for their shitty behavior/neglect as well and all the blame not being solely shoved onto Alma.

Mirabel actually standing up for HERSELF.

Have Julieta and Agustín be decent parents that are there for all three of their daughters (the movie utterly failed at that).

Pepa’s gossiping and slandering of Bruno being called out and properly addressed (that woman is freaking 50 and acting like a 15 year old…).

If I had to re-write the story all over again, maybe Mira finds Bruno and go on an adventure to bring the magic back but clash due to how they each feel and deal with the family treating them like shit? That could be interesting.

I did mention once that Dolores and Bruno could’ve been a pretty good dynamic and protagonists as well in a much better story, but that’s already written in an AU.

#answered ask #toaverse answers #encanto critical

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angelfoodcake222 · 1 year

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Title: Soft!Villain!Bruno x Outsider!Female!reader (Pt. 1/?)

TW [Trigger Warning]: Abuse, slander/villainizing, arranged marriage (not to Bruno), running away, NSFW/NSFS/mature content with just a touch of fluff. Translations at the end. Enjoy

[I know that's Camillo but just roll with it for the story's sake]

You were the woman of Encanto's peaks. The outsider. Of course, the fellow outcast you were playfully fighting with over your mountain-based home's floor, equally tipsy after a few too many glasses of something strong from a dark bottle pinched from Julieta's stash, didn't care in the slightest about such titles.

Such designations were always useless & grew generic over time. The play fighting had started over you two mocking each other's physical integrity in a wrestling match & soon, kittenish slap fighting at your two-person table moved to the floor with rolls & noogies. How had you two ended up here, horsing around in your house, far from the footing of its base that you left in favor of somewhere in your teens, without a care in all of La Encanto? Let's turn back the clock a bit.

You had lived in these mountains since the night your own parents voiced their abhorrent thoughts about you & how they only kept you because of their lack of fertility compacted with the small population of the freshly settled Encanto weighing on their choices. You had been born nearly two years after the Madrigal Triplets, thus you often snuck off from your strict parents to hide in Casita Madrigal with the only near-aged children you knew whenever things were getting to be too much for even you.

It [Casita] always welcomed you with a waving window shutter, tiles tumbling rhythmically, general nice greetings you comprehended to mean love. You learned to cook alongside Julieta, soothe &/or outlast Pepa's rapidly shifting mood-driven climates, but most of all, you learned more about the family's black sheep; Bruno Madrigal. The soul son of Pedro & Alma Madrigal. You learned his habits, interests, likes, dislikes, the names of his little furry friends, but most importantly, you learned more about his gift. Julieta has healing abilities, Pepa has weather abilities, & Bruno has the gift of prophecy; though he referred to it as a curse when out of Alma's earshot.

Yes, he could foresee events before they happen (mostly dreadful ones), but this came at a cost like the other gifts. Debilitating headaches/migraines/cluster migraines, energy plunges, singed fingers from starting the little fire that sat between him & the most likely ill-mannered recipient of his vision(s), chronic nose bleeds. All were bad enough as is, but the people & his own family began villainizing & slandering him even though he was only doing as he was told by his Mámá. This upset you a fair deal, but Bruno assured you he was fine. The placement of his room said otherwise. It was between his sisters' rooms, but it had moved, or rather, shaped itself into a tower.

By the time both of you had reached your late teens, your parents tried to marry you off to one of Bruno's main bullies that had picked on you for sympathizing with the head family's outcast of a son. Obviously, you objected strongly which was met with scathing responses from both of your parents about how ungrateful you were. You snapped back with your long-suppressed thoughts on them & the village you had grown to loathe in your considerably short lifetime at that time. You defended your dearest friend, stating that he was most likely given such a gift to aid the people in preparing for oncoming tragedies in their lives or to brace for it so they'd never have to suffer again as they did not too long ago, at least; a priceless gift when wielded & responded to correctly. Venomous words shot from your mouth until something stopped you midsentence.

At first, you only heard the slap & noticed your eyes' focus had moved from your enraged parent to the wall beside you, the stinging came soon after. When you slowly looked back to your still-scolding parent who was ignoring the equally stunned parent behind them, all you could hear is ringing in your ear. Without eating, you were sent to your room where you found your things already packed up. That is, if they weren't thrown away first, should they not fit with your parent's ideas of "fitting" or "perfect". You sat on your bare bed, spotting the large, handmade, leather overnight bag you had assembled hanging over one of your rocking chair's arms negligently, your ruana you made to be the same as Bruno's but in your favorite colors draped over the other soaking up the last bit of daylight as the sun set rapidly, & the few casual one-piece dresses that had been tossed onto the floor alongside your second pair of casual sandals.

A pristine, white, multi-piece dress hung pridefully on a hook nailed to your door with a veil & brand new wedding sandals hanging on the wall-bound rack beside it. It made you want to burn that house to the ground but then you'd hurt innocent people in a fling of rage when your anger bolted for those guilty of causing it.

"Suficiente es suficiente." you mutter to yourself with clenched fists.

Without raising your parents' suspicions from downstairs, you stood from your miserable cot, packed the leather bag with the discarded dresses & sandals, a brush some ties for your hair, your thick journal you had hidden in the floorboards with many pencils before cloaking yourself in the hooded ruana & snaking your way out of your room's window, silently making your way through the balmy night to Casita.

More specifically, you walked to the side of Bruno's recently formed tower. Its bricks move & shift to your aid as you scaled the side like a scene out of a fairytale. Once you reached one of his opened windows, you see Bruno curled up in his bed with his small companions resting on the pillow beside him. Casita welcomed you into the young man's room with fluttering shutters, as it had done countless times on nights like these, knowing the pain you were feeling better than anyone. You give the pane a doting pat before sliding your feet to the floor.

Your favorite times were when it shifted the stairs up to his room to be a sort of reversed slide that brought you up to & down from his slowly rising room that's been developing gradually over time. The two of you would spend hours going up & down, your coupled laughs echoing in the space around you. You know no one will be able to hear you in his room unless they were there with you or had a superhuman hearing, so you walk normally to his bedside with his back turned to you.

"Psst! Bruno? Are you awake?" You gently give his shoulder a poke. He stirs & rolls over to groggily question why you were in his room so late in the night, rubbing his olive greens to adjust to the moon's soft light filtering into his room through the open window. Once you give an abridged gist of what happened & he sees the darkening handprint on your face, he wakes up fully. If you hadn't managed to calm him down, who knows what he'd done?

When he does start talking angrily, you press your fingertips to his lips softly, silently asking your beloved childhood friend to calm himself before he drives himself into one of his frazzled frenzies. You almost hadn't noticed the peach fuzz there, lining his edges in an almost target-like pattern, that fuzz you had idly fidgeted with when the two of you shared a book he was holding when it had just started growing almost a year ago.

"I came to say that you're the only person in all of Encanto that I can trust. That means you are the only one to who I can say this with all of my confidence; I am going to the mountains & I might not be returning until this agujero del infierno gets any better, maybe less cruel. You may visit me if you wish. I'll set up a hidden path you can use to come & go as you please but you have to be careful so nobody follows you."

You pause to allow your words to soak into his memory a bit better. His face showed many emotions. Too many to be read in the moment. You weren't sure if he was about to talk again, but you were sure of his questions.

Can I come with you? The community may not like him, but you know he'd be miserable without his sisters with him. True, Pepa has been showing some aggression towards him since they were children, but Julieta still loves him dearly. That, & his Mámá would find a seamless way to convince the whole of Encanto to search from the peeks of its encircling mountains to the bottoms of the rivers for the black sheep of the Madrigal triplets, no excuses. That could lead to not only him being punished somehow, but you meeting the non-consented marital trial you were trying to avoid.

Will you be okay on your own? Yes, you had been learning how to survive in the mountains from years of running off for a night or two at times when your parents basically turned the village upside down looking for you, including La Casita Madrigal. Señora Alma was not happy about the sudden searches, not at all. Thankfully for you, Julieta convinced her to let you come back whenever she was baking as the company kept her sane in the more pressured times. Plus, more food meant more healing & less waiting.

Will you visit? Not in the conventional sense. You'd most likely find a tucan that lives in the peaks & ask them to bring him letters you'd probably have to tear from your journal pages for easy carrying. Returning to the place you viewed as a large, enchanted form of imprisonment is a definite no-go. Not anytime soon, at least.

You softly smile at the soul person who treated you as an equal, planting a soft kiss on his warm, peach-fuzz-blanketed cheek & backed up with a meek gesture, sliding from the window to the ground with Casita's (mostly) soundless help. Waving tepidly to the young man who held your heart then & now, you vanish into the mountains to start a life all your own with an inadvertently theatric flair of your ruana's long, laced fabrics.

The trek about the mountains was filled with turmoil, self-degradation, & a deep wish to have a home... With Bruno Madrigal. Yes, he was & is your bestest friend in the world & your only true confidante, but there was something deeper there that you had just been waxing over since you first met him upon his Mamá's insistent attempts for you, the lone undating girl in your family, to have your future read.

You were told your future would be read, not asked. That was one of the many things that drew you two so close together & the fuel to that spark quickly emerging from its nook. If you remember correctly, he foretold you would be separated from your family for your own good, which you prayed for from then to now. So lost in your thoughts of living with that olive-eyed darling, you didn't notice the scenery shifting around you. Much to your astonishment, the mountains act like Casita but with a more nature-like aesthetic. It even spawned you a sort of hut that grew & matured with you over time; from a hut to a small house. A place where you'd be safe no matter what. Your querencia.

Years passed, rendering you into a lovely woman in your mid/late twenties with your Querido Bruno not too far from your age. The search for you was expansive, but the mountains refused to let the party exceed a few paces past its base which effectively trapped anyone explicitly seeking you out. Well, those who sought to entrap you, to ensnare you in their web of demands. Only one man was exempt from such barriers.

Bruno Madrigal; your macizo, your bombón, your amado, adorador amante~. Your recollections tapped out once you found yourself pinned to the floor by said ameante via your palms. Not roughly, just strong enough to get your attention. Bruno & you were giggling up a fit until he can mostly gather himself enough to speak.

"Diosa, Y/N! Usually, you're the winner of these things. What's in that mente deslumbrante of yours tonight?" You chuckle, blushing at the closing proximity, turning your head to the side.

"It's nothing, Bruno. Just a trip down memory lane is all."

"Oh~? Pray tell, what lane did you go down this time?" He rests most of his lower body's weight over your lower self, an act both of you have done many times before, now was no exception, while sipping on the last of his nightcap he had plucked from the table after pining you down. You hesitate shortly, eventually asking if he remembered the first time the two of you had ever met in your youths. He blinks at you, those lush olive oases you have only fallen deeper into since day one not batting or moving from yours for a second until he spoke.

"How could I forget?" He set his drink to the side, slowly rested his upper body's weight on his hands' heels pressing into the floor on either side of you, leaning back to let you turn your head to him after you got the last few chuckles out of your system, then began giving his account of that day. It was somewhere between morning & noon when your parents brought you to have your fortune told. You looked so beautiful, & yet so internally overwrought: A formal maxi dress colored in (your) personally unfavored hues with boring details & trimmings, your hair stylized to fit the occasion, less-than-comfortable shoes despite his Mámá's warnings of the many steps leading to his vision cave though there weren't so many back then. That's not to say there weren't a decent few to climb. The stairs never bothered you, nor the heights, you focused on what awaited you at their end.

You had to go in alone for the reading to be performed as 'perfectly' as possible. 'Perfect', Bruno hated that word more than you did. Something he heard so much that the word & all its implications held nothing for him now. When you arrived at his cave's stone door, it rolling aside for your huffing self, he couldn't take his eyes off of you for a moment. The chastely authentic politeness you expressed to him, a 'being of bad visions, prophecies & sealed fates' as the whole of the Encanto put it, made him so happy to have you there yet grieved over the reading as it would undoubtedly yield a bad vision. You assured him that, since it wasn't your idea in the first place, you wouldn't be mad or upset, you wouldn't even so much as cast a vorpal glare on him. With that & your soft encouragement, the reading began.

In the spirals of green-lit sand, you saw yourself climbing the peaks surrounding the Encanto in a long, hooded ruana like his but in your style & favored hues, its soft-laced ends whipping in the wind as your hood flipped back to show you as a young woman. That was all good & strong imagery, but your eyes were the crowning jewel of the vision; mountainous, Casita-like background be damned. Your elder double's [E/C] eyes were highlighted by [F/C] halos, completely tearing through the ill-illuminated sands as she reached out to who you both thought was yourself at that time.

The sands fell all around & over you, distracting you from Bruno plucking a pane of emerald-like glass from its levitating position that neared him, using it as a shield against the plummeting grains. Being his first decent (not bad/horrible/disastrous) vision, Brunito was stunned, to say the least, your sporadic hug of thanks stunned him further but he found it in himself not to cower back or shove you off. Habits that swiftly formed for obvious reasons.

After you went back to your parents, he stashed the vision & followed in your shadow, keeping hidden from everyone with a bit of Casita's help as you slow to a full stop ahead of the table where your parents & Senora Madrigal sat waiting for you, cups of respective drinks before them. When asked about your experience, he tensed in preparation of the usual slander but true to your initial nature, you smile.

"I'll be living a healthy, happy life with my beloved." Your cheery smile & dancing steps made the three adults sigh in relief. The rest of your youth was spent adhering to your parents' wishes & doing as you were told until the night you left for the mountain, just as Brunito predicted. He hated seeing your beautiful visage singed by the scathing words of those around you, so much to the point where he was willing to commit to the vision himself, family name be condemned.

Bruno had stuck to the background, ever as pleased as the first time when you'd stop to speak with him. He still has that vision safely stashed away in his room somewhere. He finishes the tale off by noting how much he despised your parents & his confusion about how someone as sweet as you came from a couple of sour Tiranos like them. You smirk, asking him how someone as [adorably] imperfect & scruffy came from someone like Señorita Eterna Perfeccionista, earning a stalemate of chortles. The giggles stop once Bruno stands & hoists you to your bare feet.

"Come, My Lady, let's take another stroll before we end our night together." You obliged merrily, slipping ahead while pulling him through the now-opened door of your home. The walk was lovely; a crescent moon, stars as far as the eye can see, nothing can be heard but the natural lullaby of the local fauna surrounding you both. On one steep incline in front of your front door, one you had adapted to quickly, you turned around to extend your open hand to assist Bruno past that spot. However, he froze there, staring at you in awe. You blink, nervously laughing at his bizarre shift in behavior until you simultaneously connected the dots. He spoke, whispered:

"La visión era de nosotros!"

Translations:

Mámá = Mama/Momma, mom, mother, etc.

Casita = house/home.

Agujero del infierno = Hellhole (???)

Querencia = haunt.

Querido = dear.

Macizo = solid, strong (???)

bombón = like chocolate, scrumptious

amado, adorador amante = beloved, adoring lover.

Diosa = (fem.) "Jeez!"

Mente deslumbrante = dazzling mind

La Encanto = The Enchanted/Enchantment.

Suficiente es suficiente = Enough is enough

Tiranos = Tyrants

Señorita Eterna Perfeccionista = Miss Eternal Perfectionist

La visión era de nosotros! = "The vision was of us!"

A/N: WHOO💨!!!! This took way too long to do! 😵‍💫 I hope y'all enjoyed it! Sorry if this came out too mild for an M rating but I was just being cautious. The next part will be spicy, scouts' honor. I might write some more of this if it gains enough traction, but we'll see. Leave requests in the comments here or message me. You can find me on Wattpad by the moniker of Angel_Foodie_99.

Buh-bye~!

#mature #writers on tumblr #reader insert #just thinking #fanfiction writer #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #prompts #I need to brush up on my Spanish #Bruno Madrigal brain rot #prompts needed

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