#encanto reader insert

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hi there. I really like your fics, (specially the hogwarts legacy and the Encanto ones) so can I ask you for an Encanto fic in which M!reader (or GN!reader if you want more people to feel included) struggles to control their gift which is manipulating any forms of fire. Abuela gets mad for the chaos they have caused and the people are scared of them.

The reader is feeling really bad because they feel that their gift can only cause destruction but then Bruno appears and comforts them and tell them that all of the people are afraid of him too and that the gift they have is truly wonderfull.

If this doesn't bother you can you make this before the events of the movie? Maybe the reader can be still a child who got their gift not so long ago. And also that their mother is Pepa.

Thank you so much and sorry if my explanation was so long and impossible to understand. English isn't my first language. Have a nice day/ night!!

A/N: Thank you so much anon! So sorry for the delay, I ended up with chickenpox for the past few weeks and it is has taken me a while to recover. Hope you enjoy!

Destruction

child!Madrigal reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)

The whole village was a flurry with anticipation. There was to be a celebration in the village square and the entire Madrigal family was helping with the decorations and preparations. Your cousin Isabela had created the most beautiful flower decorations, and you took one of the flowers in your hand to smell the sweetness of it. A little bit of pollen got into your nose and… “Achoo!” You sneezed, triggering your gift to set the poor, unsuspecting flower aflame.

“Ah! No, no, no!” You muttered, as you tried to stamp the flames out. In your panic, you only made the fire worse as you slowly set alight to ALL the decorations. Soon, half the village square was up in flames. Villagers started running around screaming, pushing and shoving as they tried to get away. Some of the village children ran up towards you before they spotted the flames coming from your hands. “Ah! Monster!” They screamed, running in the opposite direction to you.

Your mother, Pepa, saw the chaos happening. Her eyes narrowed as she saw that you were in the centre of it all. The sky darkened and rain began to pour from the sky, as lightning flashed dangerously and the loud rumble of thunder signified how terribly angry she was with you. “Oh no…” You whispered to yourself, as she came over to you, agonisingly slowly. Luckily, the intense rain was able to douse your flames, including the ones still hovering above your hands.

“Y/N!” A shriek of anger comes from the edge of the village square. You turn to see your Abuela coming towards you, her face in a vicious snarl. “How could you? You’ve destroyed everything your family has worked so hard on today!”

You sniff, tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t… control it.” Your chin wobbles, as Abuela yanks your arm to drag you back to Casita. Your family follows behind you, glaring daggers into your back. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N.” Abuela shakes her head. “You have created absolute chaos, frightened the villages and disappointed your family. You must control your gift, or you cannot go out of Casita into Encanto.”

You gasp in shock, blinking rapidly as the tears mix in with the rain coming from Pepa’s storm. “You’ll lock me away in Casita?” You begin to sob, hugging myself as we trudge up the steps to Casita. As soon as you all get inside, you run up the stairs and run into your room, slamming the door. You flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels like your heart will break.

The door slowly creaked open, and your eyes land on your Uncle Bruno as he slinks into the room. “Y/N, let’s… have a talk.” You sit up, wiping your tears, as you sit cross-legged on your bed. Bruno sits beside you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “I know what it is like. To have a gift that causes fear in other people.” He says, as you look up at him, listening intently.

“People have a tendency to be… afraid of what they don’t understand. Now, you and I… we both have powerful gifts. Capable of great things… but also capable of causing a lot of damage.” You look down, sniffling, as you hug your pillow. “They see that power, and they are afraid. They don’t take the time to understand it.” Bruno adds, sighing as he looks down at you. “I know it seems tough right now, that no one will be able to see who you are, past the big scary fire…”

“They are so frightened of me… but it isn’t my fault, I can’t control it!”

“You will, with time. And when you can, they will love you for your gift. I think it is pretty neat, honestly.” Your face lights up. “Really?”

“Well, for a start, you can create a bonfire any time you want, and then we can toast marshmallows. Or when it is super dark, and you can just flick your hand and light us a torch? Yeah… your gift is awesome.” His words make you smile for the first time, the candles in your room start to burn a bit brighter.

“You keep your chin up, kiddo. Don’t listen to the others… listen to your Uncle Bruno.” You smile, feeling the room become warmer from the heat of your flames again.

“Thanks, Tío.”

#bruno madrigal x reader #platonic reader insert #encanto reader insert #encanto imagine #encanto x reader

[zafirosreverie]

Not enough (Bruno x Reader)

For @tolkien-fantasy hope you like it

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You sighed and tried to block the pain from your mind as you let Casita help you to the nearest chair. You were sick of this, of not being able to do things by yourself and having to depend not only on your family, but on the house itself. It's not that you weren't grateful, but each day you felt more like a burden than a person.

"Thank you Casita" you whispered

You didn't even pay attention to the little tile that waved in greeting, you were too busy gently rubbing your hands and trying to hold back the angry tears that stung in your eyes.

You really missed the time when you could do more things, when you could run, jump, cook, play with your nieces and nephew, when simply moving from one chair to another was not an almost impossible herculean task for you. A time that seemed so far away now.

It started just three years after your wedding. You and Bruno were at your best, just enjoying each other's company, being goofy and happy, you had even made plans to make your family bigger (even if he turned red as soon as you mentioned it), it was all so perfect. Until the first blackout.

It had happened out of nowhere, one moment you were buying books with Pepa and the next everything had suddenly gone dark. By the time you woke up, you were already at home, in your bed, with the whole family looking at you with concern while Julieta tried to bring down your fever. Your sister-in-law didn't know what caused it, and despite what she might say, the soft smiles she gave you and how much she cared for you, you knew that a part of her had never stopped feeling guilty, because no matter how much magical food she gave you, you never healed.

Things had only gotten worse for you since that day, blackouts occurring more and more frequently, your joints and muscles getting weaker, condemning you to a life of constant pain. At first, you didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to worry Bruno or give Julieta more work, but when Pepa had to carry you back in her arms because your legs couldn't bear your weight anymore, you had to admit that something was wrong with you.

Your husband hardly ever left your side since then, saying that he didn't help the town much anyway. Alma accepted it, too worried that something could happen to the person she saw as another child, Julieta scolded you for not going to her every time something hurt and Pepa had made it her mission not to lose sight of you in the strange times when her brother was not with you.

"You can't leave me alone with those two, Y/N" she had told you "I'd go crazy"

"You already are" you teased softly

She smiled at you, but you could see in her eyes the same fear that invaded them all. They never told you anything, but you knew that Bruno had tried to look into your future to find out how he could help you or what would happen to you, when would you get better? But he never shared that vision, and deep inside you knew the answer: you never would.

It was hard at first, but you were strong for him, because you knew that the only person more terrified than you was your husband. He was afraid of losing you, of not being able to do anything for you, and even though you felt the same fear of leaving him, you decided that you couldn't let that paralyze you, that regardless of whether you had much or little time left, you were going to enjoy it with your family. 

Your nieces and nephew were quick to get used to your situation. Isabela tried to act as if she could take care of you by herself, she would spend afternoons with you after school and she would fill your hair with beautiful flowers to cheer you up when you felt bad. Often she and Camilo competed over who could make you smile the most.

Luisa was extremely careful with you. She had just gotten her gift just two years before and she was terrified of hurting you with her strength, so she was content to just talk to you from the door. Mirabel, your precious butterfly, was the one who kept you the most company.

The girl was a miracle, you had told Julieta, who lit up the whole room with her mere presence. It didn't matter if Pepa or Bruno were keeping you company, Mirabel was always, always by your side, telling you how her day had gone, what things she had found, showing you her drawings and simply making you feel warmer every time she smiled at you.

However, everyone knew that it was Dolores who took care of you the most. The girl was silent, but her gift had turned out to be the most useful in helping you. She was always aware of you, your heart rate, your breathing, everything. If you started to get agitated, the girl immediately warned any adult who was nearby, she was like your little personal sentinel, always watching over you even if she wasn't around.

So you weren't surprised when Bruno rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own feet. You smiled lovingly at him when he dropped in front of you with concern etched on his face. You were pleasantly surprised how after so many years, he was still incredibly handsome in your eyes and how he could look at you with such love and adoration, as if he hadn't spent the last few years practically having to shadow you.

"What happened?" he asked worried

"Nothing" you smiled "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm fine, Casita helped me"

He smiled back gently, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather. That was another thing he knew you hated: that nowadays your conversations were just to say who had helped you. There were no longer funny stories, innocent gossip or funny anecdotes, your life was slowly ending between the same walls.

"Amor..." you whispered

"Yes?"

"...please"

Your husband's expression changed to one of intense pain. It wasn't the first time you had this conversation, that you begged him to tell you what he had seen in that vision. You weren't stupid, you knew there was no cure, otherwise Julieta's food would have already worked, you didn't want to know how it would happen, if it would be painful or if you would go off quietly between dreams. All you wanted to know was how much time you had.

"Y/N -" he started

"I need to know, Bruno" you interrupted him "I don't even know if I'll make it to next Christmas"

It was a depressing thought, because it was September, and if it weren't for the intense pain you felt all the time and that had gotten worse in recent weeks, you wouldn't be making such a suggestion knowing that Dolores was listening to you. But you felt that now was not the time to be careful.

"Mi vida-"

"Please" you begged "...just tell me, how much time do I have?"

Bruno looked at you with an intense mix of fear, pain, and regret, but with a flash of love, love so deep you could almost feel it in your very bones. He sighed and took your hands gently. His grip was shaky and you knew, even before the words left his mouth, that his response was causing him great pain.

"Not enough"

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[sleepingdeath-light]

Romantic/sexual yandere Isabella Madrigal

Yandere Headcanons | Isabela Madrigal (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as gender neutral

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

isabela has spent a lifetime crafting a perfect facade of gentle femininity and grace; being the golden child, an example of perfection incarnate and a loving friend to everyone in the village

she has dozens of admirers and suitors knocking at the door and she entertains them all politely but keeps her distance because she only wants you

you are the only person to treat her as a person, to see her as an individual rather than an extension of her family or her powers — to see isabela rather than the madrigal’s favourite member

and she naturally became obsessed with you — having dolores listen in to every conversation you have, every whisper and rumour and private moment made known to her by her dear cousin (who only complies to keep her away from her crush)

she knows you like the back of her hand: your favourite colour, what you ate each day, your kinks and fetishes and fantasies

all of them belong to her — but she buries that deep down behind her facade of friendly interest and begins methodically building up a friendship with you through all of these (not-so-)coincidences in your interests and locations

but friendship isn’t enough and as she continues stalking you she starts to fall into an obsessive twisted sort of love with you and does everything in her power to make sure you return her feelings

everything from gifts to flirting to hinting at all of your fantasies under a guise of innocent self exploration

and when she gets tired of small hints, she uses her plants to make you continuously ill past the point that even her mother’s cooking won’t do much as you keep reverting back a day later

that’s when she comes to the rescue, carefully and lovingly nursing you back to health with her plants and forming an unbreakable bond with you as she’s the only one you can see out of fear of spreading your mystery illness

and after a while, once you’re back to being yourself and fully recovered, the two of you start dating — and she swears that she’d never been happier

she finally has what she wants — you — but then the paranoia kicks in and she starts to fear that you’ll be stolen away from her

of course by then the two of you are sexually active and she spends hours every evening worshipping you from head to toe, praising and complimenting you and not stopping until she’s kissed every inch of skin and you’re trembling from overstimulation

so she consoles herself by getting slightly rougher with you at times — only enough to leave marks about your neck and shoulders

anywhere that anyone else could see

hickeys and bite marks are her favourites

but in an extreme bout of paranoia, isabela summoned some thorns and carved her name into your chest and each of your inner thighs — fully marking you as her property

though by then nobody was going to see it as this was long after your marriage (a most celebrated union) and you were forbidden from leaving her room — only having herself and her dear cousin dolores for company (who never did stop apologising to you)

but she still loves and worships you, apologising for everything she’s done yet refusing to let you go — claiming she’s too selfish and you’re too pure and good for the world so she simply has to covet you

and if you continue fighting then she’ll resort to gaslighting and emotional blackmail

isn’t her love and devotion enough? do you want her to be miserable?

if you leave her she’ll take her own life and blame you for it — then you’ll be ostracised from the village and have nowhere to go and it’ll be all your fault

why do you even want to leave — it’s not like anyone out there appreciates or loves you. they didn’t even notice your absence

nobody will love you as much as her

and, eventually, it works and as is always the case, isabela madrigal got exactly what she wanted

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[noellemadrigal]

Fictoromance/Self Ship feels 💚💫✨

Little chibi doodle of me daydreaming about a certain rat man 🥹🐀💚

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[neonpinkfeels]

I can’t believe i actually got isekai’ed into the encanto movie 002

Reader just arrived in Encanto. Reader has no shame.

Check the #icbiagiitem tag for other stories.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #la familia madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto prompts #i can’t believe i actually got isekai’ed into the encanto movie #icbiagiitem #neon green eyes comics #casita #encanto comics #reader insert #x reader #prepare for my stupid sense of humour

[supercap2319]

Y/N: “Ikaris you gotta help me.”

Ikaris: “What's wrong?”

Y/N: “Wanda and Pietro are in the kitchen and they're singing... Singing Encanto.”

Ikaris: *Frowns* “Really?” *Walks into the kitchen and sees Wanda and Pietro singing with wooden spoons*

Pietro: “Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa

Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa

Give it to your brother, your brother's stronger

See if he can hang on a little longer

Who am I if I can't carry it all?

If I falter.”

Wanda: “But it's awesome to see how you rise

How far can I rise?

Through the roof, to the skies

Let's go

A hurricane of jacarandas (woo)

Strangling figs (go), hanging vines (grow)

Palma de cera fills the air as I climb

And I push through.”

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[sundaybee]

Miscommunication (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

Take note that I do not speak fluent Spanish so if I’ve butchered a word or phrase (Google Translate) I apologize. Please let me know so I can correct it. I also did not make the gif.

This will be part one of maybe eight or nine parts if there is interest in me posting the rest. I’ll update once I figure out how I want to divide it up. I hope you all enjoy and don’t tear it apart too much!

Part 2

Take note: Y/N is eighteen and the triplets are twenty.

Shout out to @zafirosreverie who’s stories are the inspiration behind mine!

“Feliz Cumpleaños mi corazón!”

You looked up from your spot at the kitchen counter. You were finishing up the labels on the jars of jam you and your mother would be taking to the marketplace to sell. 

“Gracias mamá.” You replied with a smile and went back to your task. Today was your eighteenth birthday and your mother had agreed to let you have the house tonight for a sleepover with your friends. She’d be spending the night with her boyfriend at his house.

“Are you excited for your friends to come tonight?” Your mother asked as you finished your final label.

“Sí it should be a fun night.” You said, your smile widening at the thought. All week you had been practically shaking with excitement at the thought of your birthday. 

“And what time will the Madrigal’s arrive?” 

“Around 5:30pm, when they finish their chores.” You replied and packed the final jar into the crate. 

You pulled your dark hair out of its ponytail and shook your curls back into place. You hated having your hair pulled back, but it did make doing your job a lot easier. You wiped some remaining jam onto the apron wrapped around your waist before removing it and hanging it back up in its spot, revealing your typical sage colored dress.

The Madrigal triplets were your dearest friends. You had known them for practically your whole life and you were one of the few that didn’t try to use them for their gifts. 

You never asked Bruno, the youngest triplet, for visions. Instead you asked for new episodes of his rat telenovelas. Bruno had the heart of a true artist. You never thought of him as a bad omen or this scary villain lurking around the village and you were definitely the first friend he had outside of his sisters. He was the most soft spoken, timid person you had ever met and you hoped he never changed.

You always encouraged Pepa, the middle triplet, to feel what she was feeling. You didn’t mind getting soaked by her rainstorms or whipped up by her tornadoes. You were the first person to suggest that instead of crying for sad reasons to water the crops, she should instead laugh so hard that she cried. The red head seemed happier with the chore ever since. 

What could be said about Julieta, the eldest triplet, other than she was the kindest soul you knew. Anytime you injured yourself, even just a simple scrape, you had to assure the eldest you were fine. She often had to force you to take food from her, even for serious injuries, because you wanted her to always know that you valued her more than her gift. Other than yourself and her family, you couldn’t say for sure if anyone saw the value Julieta the girl had and not Julieta the healer. 

You loved the triplets and they loved you. It was as it had always been and always would be.

“Well mi vida let us get going. These won’t sell themselves.” Your mother said and with a nod you lifted the crate and followed your mother out into the morning air.

—-

“Y/N! Are you as excited for tonight as I am?!” You looked up to see Pepa waving wildly at you and rushing to your family’s stall. By the look of her wet clothes she must have just finished her chore of watering the crops. It was midday by now and the sun was high in the sky, a reflection of the red head's current mood.

“Hola Pepa! Sí I can’t wait for tonight!” You said, your smile widening.

“I bet you’re excited to see a certain someone in her nightgown.” Pepa said quietly, and her smirk only grew when she saw how red your face turned.

“Pepa!” You practically shrieked and grabbed at the girl, earning a look from her mother. You shot her a nervous smile and forcefully turned Pepa away from your mothers gaze.

“You are going to be the death of me!” You said in hushed tones. It took a lot of convincing to get both your mother and Señora Madrigal to agree to let the triplets spend the night at your house and Pepa was going to ruin it in one comment. 

No matter how close you were to the triplets, having the freshly minted twenty year olds spend the night, especially with Bruno, had been a task. Both mothers were concerned with you and Bruno being in a room together at night. Little did either of them know that your affections were for a different triplet. But with promises of Bruno sleeping in another room you had received both blessings for your little party. 

Pepa laughed and hugged you close with her free arm.

“You are much too easy to frazzle.” She whispered before pulling back and laughing again at your red face.

It was no secret to Pepa (or Bruno for that matter) that you had a certain fondness for the eldest triplet. You had confined in Pepa your feelings for her sister and she watched as you lived with your longing for years. 

Pepa had told you, begged you, countless times to confess to Julieta, but your fear of losing her friendship outweighed the chance she might return your feelings. 

“Y/N come here for a moment.” You looked back at your mother before giving Pepa a look to control her snickering before moving to your mother.

“Here.” Your mother extended to you a small wrapped package. Taking it you looked up at your mother who was grinning ear to ear before you finally tore open the paper.

“Mamá…” the words died on your lips. In the box lay a locket, and upon closer inspection there was a picture of you, your father, and her from your childhood nestled inside. Your father had died when you were eleven after battling illness for a long time.

“He would be so proud of the woman you have grown to become.” Your mother said, putting her hands on your shoulders. Pepa had creeped closer to see what you had received and smiled at the gift.

“Now you can have a little part of him close to your heart at all times.” Your mother said and wiped away the loan tear that ran down your cheek. 

“I’ll treasure it always.” You said and turned around so your mother could clasp it around your neck. 

“Now run along and enjoy your birthday.”

“But mamá the day isn’t over yet.” 

“Y/N I think I can handle running our stall by myself for a few hours.” Your mother rolled her eyes at you. “Think of it as another birthday present.” She said giving you a kiss on your cheek.

You glanced at Pepa and then back at her. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Sal de aquí!” Your mother said as she shooed you out of the stall.

“Gracias!” You called out before linking your arm with Pepa’s and running off with the girl. Your mother smiled fondly as the laughter of the two of you faded away.

—-

Julieta was having a rotten week. Every morning she was up at 3:30am to begin preparing food for the village and breakfast for her family. She spent no more than two minutes scarfing down her breakfast with her family before she was back in the kitchen finishing up for the village before she was scurrying out the door.

This week so many people had come complaining to her about what she made. Someone always hated its flavor, someone had an allergy she didn’t account for, someone dropped it and needed another. She wasn’t used to days, let alone weeks, like this. The people should just be happy receiving life saving food for free and quit complaining. If she was more rebellious like her sister maybe she’d boycott one day and see what would happen.

As she passed out food her mind drifted to the conversation she had with her mother the other night while washing the dishes.

“Julieta, remember you are meeting that boy from the city for dinner Friday night.”

“Yes mamá I remember.” She said rinsing the glass of soap.

Ever since she and her siblings turned eighteen she had been trying to find matches for her children. Julieta simply smiled and went along with her mothers notions but deep down she knew her mother would never pick the one person she could see herself with. Her mind began to drift to a pair of soft brown eyes and dark curls.

“Do you understand mi vida?” 

Julieta blinked back to reality and looked at her mother, she missed everything she just said.

“Sí” she replied and placed the glass on the shelf. Alma sighed.

“His name is Agustín and you’ll meet him at Señora Guzman’s restaurant at 5:00pm tomorrow. If all goes well we might begin to plan a wedding!” Alma said and clasped her hands together. Julieta turned away from her mother, not daring to say anything. 

“Señorita Madrigal are you alright?” A soft voice awoke her from her thoughts. A young man stood in front of her.

“Sí I’m okay. Just drifted off.” Julieta said as she offered the man an arepa. She didn’t recognize him but his wrist was twisted in a terrible way.

“What happened, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh I was helping my abuelo paint the side of the house when I slipped off the ladder.” He said with a chuckle.

“Goodness! You must be more careful!” Julieta said.

“I guess that’s what the city boy gets for trying to help.” The man chuckled. Julieta must have made a face when he said the city because he chuckled again.

“I’m Agustín, I believe we are meeting for dinner tonight.” He said with a smile. Julieta visibly paled.

“Lo siento, yes we are! I just didn’t expect to meet you in my line.” She nervously said, taking note of the growing line, at this rate she’d be meeting no one for anything. 

“I’ll let you be, it seems you have a lot of customers. I look forward to tonight.” He said, giving her one last smile before he headed on his way. He seemed nice enough, like a gentleman, but if she didn’t feel a spark now she doubted she would later, but she’d do her duty to her mother and go to dinner. What’s the worst that could happen?

#julieta madrigal #julieta x reader #encanto #julieta x fem reader #reader insert #julieta madrigal x reader #miscommunication

[sleeplessdreamer14]

Mirabel: Y/n, can I ask you a question?

Y/n: sure, what is it?

Mirabel: when did you fall for tío Bruno?

Y/n:

[flashback 30 years ago]

Bruno: I’ve always said my real gift is “acting”, hehe.

Y/n: (stares in confusion/starts to crack a smile)

Bruno w/ a bucket over his head: I’m Jorge, I make the spackle.

Y/n: (starts giggling) ‘new life goal: put a ring on this man.’

[present day]

Y/n: (glances around awkwardly) um…

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[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

3 - Forgotten Date

Prompt: #3 “That was not my intention”

Fandom: Encanto (Disney)

Word Count: 513 words

Summary: You forgot your date with Isabella.

Isabella could feel the frustration swirling throughout her soul as she stares at you sitting near a tree and reading a book. Her jaw clenches and her hands take a tighter grip on her arms, a few cactuses popping out of the floor near her feet. She stands afar, hoping you’ll remember the date you had set up with her an hour ago and look up in her direction, but you only carefully turn the page of your book, and that’s enough to set her off.

“(Y/N)!”

She screams out your name, marching towards your form with an angry step. It worsens when you don’t even seem to give her a glance, simply continuing to read your book until she’s standing tall in front of you, her shadow covering your frame entirely. You blink a few times, almost confused as to why the sun suddenly disappeared, then you look up at her.

“Hey, Isabella.” You give out a soft smile; though, you rapidly lose it when you notice cactuses prickles pouring out of her skin. “Whoa… are you okay? What’s going on?”

“What’s going on?” She glares at you, and her jaw starts to hurt. “I’ll give you a few seconds to think about that.”

A few seconds of silence pass by where you simply stare at her in confusion. Then, a flash goes through your mind, and your eyes widen with shock and guilt.

“Oh, our date…!” You notice how your words only seem to make Isabella’s mood worse, and you immediately let go of your book to stand up. “I’m so sorry.”

She pushes your hands away, then points at you with her upper lip snarling up. “I waited for you for an hour.”

“I know! I’m so sorry! I completely forgot…” She scoffs and turns her head, not quite wanting to look at you. “I’m so sorry for making you wait this long. That was not my intention…”

“Yeah, you better be sorry.” She glares at the horizon, chewing the inside of her cheeks. “I was really looking forward to spend some time with you.”

“I know…” You grab her hands, forcing her to uncross her arms, and you tilt your head at her. “I’m really sorry… Will you look at me?”

Her heart softens at the sound of your pleading voice, and she reluctantly looks back at you. You give her a soft smile as soon as she does, and you let go of her hands to gently hold the sides of her face. Heat spreads on her cheeks as soon as you press your lips against hers, and her hands unconsciously search for your back to hug.

“I’m really sorry.” You whisper those words after you part away, looking into her eyes with love and guilt. “Will you forgive me? I promise to make it up to you.”

“… fine.” She grumbles, not quite wanting that the kiss was enough to make her forget what happened. “But if you do something like that again…”

“I won’t.” You softly kiss her forehead, making her sigh in relief. “I promise.”

#fictober22 #3 #fanfiction #isabella madrigal #isabella madrigal imagine #isabella madrigal imagines #isabella madrigal x reader #encanto #encanto imagine #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #reader insert

[xox0rinny]

When Our Eyes Meet (Camilo Madrigal)

!!This is the first chapter to my story on wattpad. I will not be posting the other chapters on here, I'm just trying to promote my book. My wattpad is ch3rryflavored !!

“Camilo..” 

“Yes mi vida?”

My cheeks grew hot at his nickname for me.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, go ahead.”

“I’ve been meaning to say this for a while now.. I’ve never had the courage to tell you because I was too scared I’d mess things up. I l-”

*Beep Beep Beep*

I groan and reach over to my dresser to turn off my alarm. Once the horrid buzzing sound is gone I can hear the morning birds singing. I open my eyes and I squint trying to adjust to the brightness of the morning. Was that all just a dream? It felt so real. But I'm glad it was just a dream. I could never tell him how I feel. He was my best friend. He didn’t feel the same way and I knew that. But I couldn’t help but fall for him.

*Beep Beep Beep*

My alarm goes off again. I must’ve hit snooze instead of off. Looking over at the time, 9:05. I should go get ready. I sit up and head over to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. My curly, dark brown, shoulder-length was matted. And it needed to be washed. I hopped into the shower and washed me and my hair. After getting out of the shower, I brushed my teeth and did my skincare. I decided to put on a yellow dress with red and orange lace. I dried my hair and pulled it into two puffballs on the side of my head.

“Erin come down for breakfast!” My mother called me down.

“Coming mama!”

I rushed out of my room and down the stairs. I could smell the food from my room but when I stepped out it was like heaven. 

“Morning.”

My mother turned around at the sound of my voice and stepped away from the stove to give me a hug.

“Good Morning cariño.” She kissed my forehead.

We both walked into the kitchen. She went back to cooking while I grabbed the plates and cups so I could set the table. I grabbed 3 plates and 3 cups and set them down on the table.

“It smells good down here mi vida.” 

My dad came downstairs and gave me a hug. He walked over to mama and kissed her. Couples are so weird.

“Ew not in front of me!” I yelled in disgust.

They both giggled at my small comment. I sat down at the table and stared out the window. This town was absolutely beautiful. The flowers grew beautifully, the grass was a vibrant shade of green, and the sky was a perfect shade of blue with minimal clouds. Some of the townspeople were already out and working. I saw the baker opening up his shop and that reminded me.

“Do we have any deliveries today mama?”

My family grew strawberries and mangos in our small garden and we sold them.

“Yes I believe so. Go check the list, it’s by the door.”

I got up out of my seat and went to check the list of customers we had. Sometimes I hated this because we always had so many houses to go by. And I was the delivery girl so I had to walk all across town delivering our produce. As I read the list, I was surprised by a certain name.

Madrigal.

I didn’t expect them to be on the list. They usually grew their own crops. But I know Antonio loves our strawberries so they could be for him. Other than the Madrigals, I had eleven houses I had to stop by. That's more than usual. On a normal day I’d only have like five or six. We’ve never been this busy.

“Do we have any?” My dad called out to me.

I grabbed the list off of the wall and walked back into the kitchen. Papa was sitting at the table while mama was putting the food on the table.

“Look.” I showed them both the piece of paper. “Twelve houses.”

They both looked shocked at the amount of names.

“The Madrigals ordered some? They don’t usually order anything from the townspeople.” My mom says in confusion.

“I guess Antonio wanted some strawberries. I know how much he loves them.”

They both shrug. I sat down at the table and started grabbing food off of the plates my mom was setting down and filled up my plate. It was going to be a long day with twelve houses to go to.

Once I finish my food, I head upstairs to get my delivery bag. I grab my bag and head downstairs and outside to the backyard. We had 7 orders of strawberries and 5 orders of mangos. I pack up all of the produce in my bag and go back inside.

“Well you’re leaving pretty early.” My dad says, barely looking at me as he was reading the newspaper.

“Yeah I gotta get an early start if I wanna finish before 5.” I put my shoes on and head towards the door. “Bye!”

I walk outside and am greeted by the warm air. Some townspeople wave and me and I wave back. I look at the list. First stop is the Guzmans. They live two blocks down from where I live so that's not long of a walk. I hope all the other houses are close too. I walk down the street towards the Guzmans and I bump into someone.

“Oh sorry!”

“Sorry!” I look at the person I bumped into.

“Oh hey Mirabel!”

“Erin! Hey.” She hugged me.

We started walking.

“So I’ve been meaning to talk to you. It’s about Camilo.” Mirabel started.

“What about him?”

“Nothing serious. Just about how you have A HUGE CRUSH ON HIM!” She shouts.

“Gosh Mirabel! Quiet down! The entire town doesn’t need to know..” I say trying to shush her as a few people look our way.

Mirabel was the first and only person I’ve told about my crush on her cousin. And she’s been teasing me about it ever since. She says I stare at him with heart eyes. Which I do not!

“It’s so funny how you don’t want anyone to know but you’re so obvious about it.”

“I am not obvious!” I protest. 

“You look at him like he’s the love of your life. I can see literal hearts in your eyes girl.” She says while giving me a small playful shove.

“I do not look at him like that. I’m too nervous to even look at him for long.. He’s too pretty.” I say sadly. He was absolutely beautiful. And I think if I stare at him too long the pretty will disappear.

“Aww.. You’re so cute when you’re in denial. You’re in love, don't deny it.” 

“I’m not denying it, Mirabel.”

“So you admit it! Erin loves Camilo!” She says in a sing-song voice.

“Mirabel!” I swat her away.

We reached the Guzmans house. I knock on the door twice and wait. Mariano opens the door.

“I have a delivery for mangos.” I say pulling out the container of mangos from my bag.

“I’ll be right back. I need the money.”

I waited a minute for him to come back with the money. He finally came back and we exchanged items. I turn to Mirabel and we continue walking.

“How much was that? That looked like a lot of money.”

“Only $5.50” 

I pulled out the list and crossed off the Guzmans name. As the day went on, me and Mirabel delivered the fruits. With her help I got done quickly. By the time we finished it was 12:30. 

“We got done pretty quick! I was expecting this to take hours.” I say as we head back to my house. We planned to go back to her house after, since I hadn’t delivered theirs yet.

“You know what they say.”

“Teamwork makes the dream work!” We said in unison.

I open the front door to my house and we walk in. We go up to my room so I can set down my bag. I grab the strawberries and money and head back downstairs. I left the money on the counter and we left.

“Okay I’ve been holding back from telling you this all day but I just can’t hold it in anymore!” Mirabel says randomly.

“What is it?” I was sort of confused about her random outburst.

“Soooo Camilo has been talking about you a lot recently. And when I say a lot I mean A LOT! And once at dinner he accidentally said that he.. Oh nevermind I really shouldn’t tell you.” She rambled.

“He what? Tell me! You know you can’t just say something like that and not finish! Especially if the something is about my crush!” I say turning to her with pleading eyes.

“I said too much! If I told you the rest one, Camilo would murder me and two, you would be too flustered and nervous to go by him!” She explains herself.

“Why would I be too nervous? Did he say something bad..? Oh come on Bel! You know I always think of the worst.” I continue my pleading.

“I can’t say.” She says with a shrug.

We got closer to the Madrigals house and my heartbeat doubled. What if he said something bad about me? Like he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore? Or something like that. But Mirabel did say that he talks about me a lot so I wonder if he said something good. But then what would he have said?

I stopped my thought immediately as we walked into the open doors of the house and, of course, the first person I saw was Camilo. My face began to redden and my breathing became slightly unstable. Mirabel looks at me with a concerned look. 

“This is your fault.” I mouthed.

“Oh hey Mirabel! Erin.” Camilo took notice of us walking in.

I look at him and my heart skips at least 3 beats.

“Erin you good? You look hot..” Camilo comes up to me and puts the back of his hand on my forehead. I start blushing even more and Mirabel gives him a look. He then realized the other meaning of his words. 

“Oh no I don’t mean it like that! But not saying that you’re ugly because you’re not you’re actually really p-” He stops himself from saying more in his short ramble. “Sorry.” He looks down with a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

“I’ll leave you two alone now.” Mirabel takes the strawberries from my hands and walks away.

Me and Camilo stood there in an awkward silence for a few seconds before he spoke up.

“So what brings you over here?”

“Oh I was just dropping off strawberries. You guys never order though so I was surprised to see your name on the list today. Did Antonio want strawberries?” I said a bit quickly.

“No, actually I wanted some. I don’t know how to explain it but your strawberries taste different. They taste better.” He giggled.

I smiled at his love for our strawberries.

“Well we do make them with extra love.” I said. He looked at me and our eyes met. My heart skipped a beat and I instantly got butterflies.

“If you two lovebirds don’t go somewhere.” Mirabel came back into the foyer of the casita. We both blushed.

“So uhh… wanna go up to my room?” Camilo asked.

“Sure.”

“Don’t do anything in there!” Mirabel teased us as we started walking up the stairs to his room.

Tía Pepa emerged from her room.

“Don’t let who do anything where?” She asked.

Me and Camilo get to the top of the stairs and she looks over at us.

“Where do you two think you are going? What are you doing?” She comes rushing over to us.

“Mama, we were just headed to my room. We aren’t going to do.. Anything.” He says knowing what she is referencing.

“You better not! You’re too young!” She gave Camilo a look. He blushed and dragged me along. I gave her a small wave before we went into his room. She smiled back at me.

“Sorry about her.” He says scratching the back of his head.

“It’s fine. I know how parents get when you have a friend of the opposite gender.” I chuckled.

His room, like him, was shapeshifting. So the room shifted so that there was a big couch in the middle of the room. We sat on it and talked for hours until it was time for me to go.

“Bye Milo!” I waved bye to him as I left the house.

“Adiós mi amor.” He yells back at me with a grin on his face.

I blushed and got butterflies as I realized what he called me. Mi amor. My love.

I walk back home in the cooler air. The money from the strawberries in my dress pocket. My hair slightly moved in the light breeze. As I reached my house my mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Hola, cariño!” My mom greeted me.

“Hello mama.” I hugged her.

“Where have you been all day? And when did you get done delivering?”

“Mirabel helped me with the deliveries so we got done at 12:30. And I spent the rest of the day with Milo.” I sat down at the table.

“With Milo?” She stops her cooking to look at me.

“Yeah Camilo..”

She gives me the same look Tia Pepa gave Camilo.

“Mama.. don’t be like that. We’re just friends. Nothing more.” I said looking at my hands. I really wish we were more than friends.

“You like him, don’t you?” She asks, sitting next to me, touching my hand.

“Maybe..”

“Sweetie.. I know the look of young love anywhere. You were glowing with it the moment you walked in.” She gave me an understanding look. “What’d he say?”

“Um.. He called me… mi amor.” I say blushing. His voice echoes through my brain and it sends the same butterflies through my stomach.

“Mi amor?” She gasped. 

I nod my head. My mom was about to say something before my dad walked in.

“I’m ho- Oh. You guys are down here. What are you guys talking about..?” He senses the atmosphere of the room.

“Your daughter has a boyfriend!” Mom exclaimed.

“He’s not my boyfriend mama!” I yelled trying to calm her down and so dad wouldn’t get suspicious.

“He called you mi amor! Friends don’t call each other that!”

“Boyfriend? Who’s the boy? Erin, you know you aren’t allowed to have a boyfriend.” He gave me a stern look.

“Camilo Madrigal. She was with him all afternoon cariño!” Mom told dad.

“Oh the shapeshifter? I should’ve known this was going to happen..” He rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“He’s not my boyfriend! We are just friends. We hung out just as friends. There is absolutely nothing going on between us!” I say trying to calm them both down.

“Then why did he call you mi amor? And why did you say you liked him? Cariño she came in here with the look of a teenage girl who fell in love for the first time!” 

“Gosh I knew this day was coming but I was not ready for it..” My dad says stressed. “Why did my daughter have to fall in love this early?”

I didn’t want to deal with my parents' endless questions or their sternness about me hanging around guys. When I first started talking to Camilo, they didn’t care. But now that I’m fifteen, they care soo much about it. 

“Teenage boys are the devil cariño. We’re just trying to keep you safe.” That’s what they say. But they both know that Camilo has never done anything to hurt me. And they know that we’re happy together. But I guess that’s what they fear.

“I’m going to bed. I’m not hungry. I ate the Madrigals earlier.” I say standing up. I was actually quite tired. “Night.”

“Night.” My parents mumble back.

I go upstairs to my room and kick my shoes off. I get changed into my pajamas and get under the sheets. I was too tired to take a shower. As I lay in bed, all I can think of is what Milo called me. Mi amor. I’m his amor. 

I quickly drift off to sleep as I continue thinking about Milo. My dreams tonight are filled with his beautiful face.

#camilo madrigal #encanto camilo #encanto #camilo x reader #mirabel madrigal #reader insert #camilo x oc #camilo my beloved

[lesbianecrivain]

Hey y'all! I just posted the first chapter of my first Isabela-centric fanfic! “La Profecía del Tío Bruno (Tío Bruno's Prophecy)”

Please enjoy some sapphic stuff! Isabela Madrigal is a lesbian here.

#lesbian isabela madrigal #lesbian #sapphic #isabela madrigal x oc #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #encanto #i amso in love with Isabela Madrigal #self-insert #isabela madrigal x female oc

[thehomeofplatonicfics]

Hey! I was wondering if we could possibly get a part 2 to destruction??

A/N: Why, hello anon! Apologies for the mini hiatus that caused me to take so long in writing this! I haven't flexed my writing brain in a loooong time :(

Destruction - Part 2

Madrigal!Reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)

Your Uncle Bruno has disappeared.

Those words sent your world crashing down around you. Your fire went out for weeks, your gift seemingly gone. You were devastated, and yet your family seemed relieved. You felt truly alone now, like no one was left who understood you the way your Uncle Bruno did.

You decided to keep a candle burning in your room, always. The flame would never die out as long as you lived. It served as an important reminder to you of all the comforting words Bruno had said about your gift, encouraging you to keep learning to control your gift to the best of your ability.

As the months flew by, you did indeed learn to wield your pyrokinesis to bring joy to the family and Encanto, not just fear. When the weather turned unexpectedly cold and villagers were freezing, they turned to you to keep their fires burning and their homes warm. When festivals were celebrated, villagers now turned to you to create impressive fire shows, instead of asking Abuela to keep you locked away in Casita.

You felt like you finally had an important place in the family, and you wished your Uncle was there to see it.

Occasionally, your temper inevitably flared. At the dinner table, when family tensions were high, the lanterns would flare, and the scolding from both your mother and Abuela would only serve to fuel the flames higher and brighter. But then, you’d hear Bruno’s whispery voice in your head, encouraging you, almost as if he were right behind you and whispering the words in your ear. It gave you the strength you needed to calm down and remain one of the more respected members of the family.

One day, you would find your Uncle again. You knew in your heart he was still out there somewhere, and when that day came, you knew he would be proud of all you had accomplished.

#bruno madrigal x reader #encanto x reader #encanto reader insert #platonic reader insert

[zafirosreverie]

Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind. 

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno. 

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

 But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!" 

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting. 

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

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Bruno Madrigal X Fem-Reader – Heart’s Refuge - Chapter 19

An Unexpected Conversation

A/N – Sorry about the long wait for this chapter everyone. I was tired. So, it has been 6 months and I'm back. I still have 2 jobs and loads of writing work for Halloween, but I will do my best to complete this story.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

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Bruno watched you sleep, a smile tugging at his lips as the first rays of sunlight kissed your skin. He couldn’t believe all the good things that were finally happening to him and seeing that you had spent the night with him, instead of retreating to the nursery warmed his heart. Perhaps you were finally ready to admit to his family that you and he were more than just friends, and he was ready to scream it from the rooftops so all Encanto knew about it.

He reached out, stroking your cheek with a calloused hand, entirely awed by the fact that he could. Seeing you there was almost like he was looking at one of his visions, but where those were far away and unobtainable, you were right next to him, entirely real and tangible.

Bruno smiled again and got out of bed, dressing for the day. If it was up to him, he would have stayed in bed with you forever, but he had things on his mind and they couldn’t wait. Finally, you stirred, and Bruno perched on your side of the bed while you woke up.

“Good morning, mi Corazón,” He greeted you with a warm smile, seemingly more jittery than usual as anticipatory excitement coursed through him.

It was good to see him like that and you couldn’t help smiling; his energy was contagious.

“Good morning, mi Vida,” You replied, leaning up to grab his shirt and pulling him into a prolonged kiss.

Bruno sighed into the kiss, momentarily forgetting himself and everything he wanted to talk with you about. He almost reached down to hold you closer, but he knew if he did then he wouldn’t leave his tower at all. Forcing himself to have some restraint, Bruno was the first to pull away, though it was obvious that he was still completely enamoured with you, especially as you were, in his bed with the blanket hoisted up to cover your chest.

A blush peppers his cheeks and he was quiet for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He reached down to pass you your discarded night clothes and waited while you dressed, then when you were decent, he asked, “Can we talk for a minute?”

You thought about what it would look like if you were late sneaking back to your room. If anyone saw you exiting Bruno’s tower in your night clothes, your hair a mess, and other more obvious signs of the night’s activities on display, you were certain that it would be more trouble than it was worth. Yet, knowing that to leave would crush the glistening hope in Bruno’s eyes was too much to bear. He was keeping your relationship secret, per your request, and that was already a lot to ask of him.

“Sure Bruno, of course,” You answered, matching his sincerity, and throwing caution to the wind for the moment.

Bruno seemed relieved as he exhaled a shaky breath. He held out his hands for you and you took them both in yours, sitting back down on the edge of the bed with him.

“I need you to know that every minute we’ve spent together…” Bruno tried, then when words failed him he sighed and started again, “Look, I know that things have been rough for you since coming here, and that we’ve had our ups and downs, but when I’m with you, all I’m thinking about is how I can’t wait to see you smile, or hear you laugh, or even share the hard times with you, just so I can try to make them a little bit easier for you.”

“Bruno,” You whispered, but he shook his head, indicating that he wasn’t done.

“You make everything better, and it’s like life before was just bearable, but now it’s more than that. Now, I’m really living. You listen to me, you take an interest in the things I like, Dios, you even like my rats. These last two months have made me realise that I can’t stand the thought of being without you, (Y/N), because to be without you… It would be worse than anything I endured for the past ten years.”

Bruno chuckled as he realised that he was crying. He hurriedly wiped away the tears with the palms of his hands. Since he seemed unable to continue his speech, he stood up, gesturing for you to stay where you were for the moment.

“Look, I planned to keep this a surprise for a little while longer, but I made something for you.”

“You did?” You put your hand to your mouth, covering the beaming smile that was growing; so very few people had made you gifts in the past so whatever it was that Bruno had made you, you were sure to love. Knowing how creative he could be, you weren’t sure what to expect. It could have been any number of things, from a painting to a sculpture, or even a vision, though you doubted it was the latter.

“It’s nothing fancy,” He explained hurriedly. “And much less than you deserve, and I kind of wish that I could have gotten you something better because you deserve only the best and-”

“Bruno,” You interrupted his anxious rambling before he could go any further into his self-deprecating spiral. “It’s from you. Whatever it is, I know I’ll love it.”

Bruno nodded, feeling more confident than before, but he still requested that you close your eyes all the same. You did as asked, suppressing a bubble of excited laughter that threatened to escape your throat.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” You asked, upon hearing the opening and closing of a drawer followed by some shuffling.

“Not yet… Just a second more… Okay, now.”

You opened your eyes, and your smile, once joyous and wide, froze on your face as you beheld the sight before you. Bruno was down on one knee, holding a glazed clay ring out. It had been beautifully painted with delicate hourglasses, and in the centre sat a modest shard of green Jade which you suspected had been chipped off one of his visions.

You struggled to breathe past the lump in your throat, and speaking was even harder, “Bruno, what- I-”

“(Y/N), please just listen,” Bruno said gently. “I know that we haven’t been together long, but our relationship was never what anyone would call conventional, so I think that it’s safe for me to ask this. I want you to stay with me forever, and I want to be able to tell my family about us.”

“Will you marry me?”

You stared at Bruno dumbfounded, and he held the ring a little higher, the look of pure adoration for you never leaving his face.

You hopped down from the bed, forcefully wrapping your arms around Bruno’s neck, silent tears streaming down your cheeks. Bruno almost fell back from the force of it, but he managed to stay balanced, holding the ring securely in his fist as he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Is that a yes?” He chuckled, confidently.

You cried harder at that, and Bruno faltered, wondering if all proposals were so emotional.

“(Y/N)?” He breathed.

You clung onto the back of his shirt, balling the material tightly in your fists.

“I’m sorry- I just-” You gasped between your tears. “No.”

Bruno pulled away from you, holding you at arms-length so he could look into your eyes.

“(Y/N)?” He said your name like a plea, his eyes glossy with an expression of bewildered pain.

You shook your head defeatedly, “I’m sorry, Bruno. I can’t marry you.”

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Two more lonely people Epilogue

NSFW 18+

Summary: the end and the beginning. A future so bright.

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 675

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You never thought this day would happen, or any of the amazing days for the past few months.

The day a few weeks after Bruno’s first shift, where the Madrigals invited you and your mother to a proper dinner. Bruno kneeling down on one knee before you with a little gold ring in his hand, a tiny green gem imbedded into the metal.  To say you were surprised was an understatement. Normally a proposal is expected in Encanto, something that the whole town knows is coming, but somehow, they hid it from only you.

The day about two months later, where you ran to the bathroom to throw up, then over and over for the next week until you finally asked Julieta to help you and she told you that you’re pregnant. You stood staring at her with your mouth hanging open, dumbfounded and confused, at least until the urge to puke overcame you once more and you had to run to the closest sink.

The day a month later when you finally walked down the aisle. Bruno had tears in his eyes and a loving smile on his lips, dressed in his best as he watched you walk to meet him at the altar. your wedding dress was a floor length white dress that fades into green at the bottom, though your mother had to adjust it for the big day as your belly grew a decent bit between the proposal and the day of your wedding.

Each day you’ve woken up to Bruno whispering sweet words in Spanish to your belly. Calling you his beautiful wife as he brings you breakfast each Saturday morning.

Or this day, sitting down for lunch and suddenly going into labour.

You never thought this day would come, a tiny infant in your arms, wiggling their fingers as they sleep soundly in your arms. Bruno lies beside you on the bed, watching his sleeping child with awe, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. You don’t think you’ve seen a man cry so many tears of joy before.

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Bruno’s POV

He always hoped this day would come and all the days since his first shift.

The few weeks he spent planning his proposal with his family and her mother, by some miracle keeping it a surprise for her. The joy and surprise on her face was worth it as she accepted the ring that he’d had made for her. And the way she kissed his face all over, repeating her acceptance. ‘Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!’ his family clapping and the whole town celebrating their engagement.

The days he was worried about her as she kept running to the bathroom to throw up and telling her to talk to Julieta. That day he’d found out she was pregnant with his child. He was over the moon with joy, unable to stop the praises and love falling out of his mouth and unwilling to leave her to do anything by herself.

Her beauty when she met him at the altar, her tummy starting to round out with his child. Her hair was pinned up and her dress hugged her well. Her voice was sweet as she spoke her promises to him, telling him all the reasons she loves him. surrounded by friends and family, all those that accepted that there are werewolves in their midst as she said, ‘I do’. How it felt different but the same to kiss his bride, his wife.

Each day getting up extra early to get breakfast for her, making sure he was back with it before she woke. Spending a few minutes each morning bonding with his unborn baby, telling them how proud he’ll be of them.

And today, looking into their beautiful blue eyes, holding them as their mother rests. He’s so full of love, for his wife and now his sweet little baby. He admires the soft layer of hair on their head, kissing it so tenderly.

He never thought this day would come, but he always hoped it would.

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