#i keep seeing [madrigal] x [madrigal]

[despairparfait]

PURE AS THE DRIVEN SNOW. — tartaglia.

i. SYNOPSIS. every fight is a dance; every assembly is a performance - and yet, the most important show of all is the one before the little one.

ii. PREMISE. tartaglia x child!sibling!reader.

iii. CONTENT WARNINGS. mentions of violence and overprotectiveness. little reader is in a wheelchair. tartaglia's true name.

In the eyes of the eleventh harbinger, overprotectiveness is a virtue. 

A way of life that he mustn't delve too far from; an impulse like a blistering itch that must be scratched. All in the name of family. He would sully his hands a million times over again in order to ensure their stability, and feel absolutely no remorse for the lives that are in the balance. It is a man-eat-man world, and in order to keep the light in his siblings alive, he is willing to be the man that breaks nations - and while the bounty of their happy faces are more than enough to fill him with content, it’s the blood-pumping violence that seals the deal. 

Maybe it’s the fact you’re one of the youngest, maybe the fact that you have been bound to a wheelchair most of your life, but when he envisions a Snezhnaya that prospers, he imagines you. A Snezhnaya for the people is a Snezhnaya that is accessible, for you. He sees not your disability as weakness, yet he sees it as a weak point that others may mark. A weak point that he will personally shield with his very body and soul, without a second thought. 

And yet, the Ajax he must show you is a performance. A pure, untainted him that he must veil the darkness of. The big brother that you can rely on no matter what, that has never harmed a soul. 

Perhaps it was the time you almost got stuck in the snowstorm that started it all. 

It is an event that has branded his mind like iron. The way he had to mask his sheer panic beneath a caring and big brotherly guise as his heart was shuddering within his chest, disallowing you to see how much of a state that he was in whilst searching for you. Every flicker of the eye, every shaking breath, he recalls it all in a flawless, gut-wrenching madrigal. 

Panting as he sprinted through the blizzard, shards of ice and snow relentlessly battering his skin and bones, yet it was the scorching cold that encouraged him to move faster. Upon hearing that you hadn’t returned home yet, he had rushed out of your shared home in an immediate hysteria. A frenzy of alarm and fear; a state that one would rarely see of him. 

How his heart practically froze in dread when he found your wheelchair stuck in a giant pile of snow, tipped on its side and clearly battered by the storm, and the lack of person when he immediately rushed to dig it out. The way his eyes blew wide despite the bluster threatening to scratch them out, and he whipped his head around to land his eyes upon the nearby cave. Darting towards it, and letting out probably the most relieved sigh one has ever heard. 

The sight of you. Having shuffled yourself into the freezing cave the furthest from the entrance that you could, sitting on the floor in a huddled ball to keep yourself warm. Your back against the wall in order to keep yourself propped up. 

“[name]!” Causing you to look up from your lap, a worried call. Peering upwards to find the form of your older brother rushing towards you with an unreadable expression on his face. He immediately dropped down to his knees beside you, hands instinctively moving to your upper arms. Within this proximity, you could now see him clearly. He looked frightened. “Thank Her Grace I found you, are you okay?!” 

As you reassure him that you’re generally fine, he notices right away how his mannerisms seem to be panicking you more than you should be. So he disguises that panic and worry under a deep and heavy sigh, shrugging the blazer off his back and wrapping it around you. “As long as you’re fine. We can… rescue your chair when the bluster subsides a little.”

He shuffles to sit on the floor beside you, leaning his back against the hard stone of the cave wall too. As he continues his chirpy chatter, he occasionally sends you little side glances, intentions being to try and lessen the downer which is being stuck in a cave during a blizzard. 

“Oh, it’s the solstice soon. You enjoy seeing the first sprout of chamomile, don’t you? Hm..? [name]?” 

Initially worried about the sudden unresponsiveness, he cranes his head to peer down at you. Watching as you blinked slowly, tiredly. Head beginning to rock from side to side as you attempt to battle sleep. 

A small smile comes onto his face as he reaches his arm behind your back, gently leaning your upper body into him. And as you begin to snuggle into him, he lifts you gently into his lap, wrapping both arms around you: a protective human blanket in the form of cotton-clad arms. 

Ajax sighs out a long, slow breath.

At least he knows you're definitely safe this way.

Or the time he found out about you becoming the target of a small group of his traitorous Fatui comrades. 

For the blizzard stripped away the pendant of honor from his bare chest and exposed the scorching heart of Ares. Barbatos sweeping any mercy to the frosty wind and delivering it back to the nation of poetry and song; for there is no such thing as so in the nation of blood, sweat and tears. Turning to the group with a gaze as sharp as a brandished blade, and lifting his hands.

“You have been convicted of high treason against a Harbinger, and naturally, the Tsaritsa,” As he lifted his arm to point at them, the air distorted in a dizzying way. The snow blending with ocean blues to form a lance, to which he swished behind him in a readying stance. “And it is up to me to decide, and deliver, your punishment.” 

The art of violence and war is a premise that stirs an excited whirring within Tartaglia’s stomach; the very thought of the thrill of the hunt fills him with a predatory desire. Yet, when it comes to administering punishment such as this, any trace of that thrill is gone. In the name of his family, he turns from an unstoppable beast into a pawn of the nation of ice and snow. When the stakes are as high as to have the lives of his family in the balance, he will do as every order demands him to do. 

And when the order is to punish some treasonous underlings for transpiring against his wheelchair-bound younger sibling? He does so. Happily. Then proceeds to come home with the widest smile and various gifts, masking the side of himself that he wishes not his family to see. 

For your light is a radiance that he refuses to be diminished by the abyss. He doesn’t care how coated with blood his hands become, he will flaunt it proudly, and merely wash his hands before coming home. 

Yet not all of his performances are deceitful. 

Not every mask he paints onto his face is a lie. Just as much with his family is he the fakest, he is also his true self. In a world and profession so cold, tenderness is a rarity. Softness is a weakness, and weakness gets you overthrown. So he reserves all that tenderness for them. As a wolf bares its fangs in order to protect its kin, that does not mean that teeth are constantly bared. 

He is still your older brother, and he loves you. While you may not see the darkness beneath his cheery guise, that does not mean that the Ajax that you see is fake. 

He observes as you watch the performance in the market with eyes full of wonder. Gaze trained on every twirl that the dancers weaved between another, every flick of the skirt and every clack of the shoes with a smile that speaks a million words. The way your eyes were wide in sheer amazement, fingers clasping at the wheels of your chair just a little tighter in order to ground yourself. 

Ajax, however, is not one to shy from a show. It is widely known that Lord Tartaglia fears not any sort of embarrassment, and that he is the type to join in, and even become the star of street performances himself. So as he notices you watching the show in awe, he doesn’t hide the way his expression breaks out into a wider grin. 

In a quick and swift movement, he reaches down and hooks his arm beneath your legs, the other snaking around your back, as he effortlessly lifts you out of your chair, cradling you in an almost princess-like hold. If possible, his grin widens even further as you reach out to grasp his arms, instincts screaming at the suddenness of the lift and worrying that you may fall. 

But you would never fall. 

The tension within your joints gradually relaxes as he begins to move his feet in time with the music, starting slow and gradually getting more confident with it. Caring not for the gazing onlookers as he swings you around and dances with you in his hold. The frown of anxiety and embarrassment gradually molding into giggles, and a grin of sheer joy at being able to dance in such a way. 

It is more than enough to let him know that, no matter what, no sacrifice is too great for your happiness.

#ㅤㅤ( LIBRARY . . . mine ✮ #tartaglia x reader #childe x reader #genshin child reader #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin #genshin sibling reader #genshin imagines

[daisies-daydreams]

Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut  Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names   Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

+++

Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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[rimarkka]

DT17 x Encanto AU

I already see some Ducktales x Encanto AUs and they were really good

But I want to present my version of this AU

I want to bring dt17 characters into the Encanto’s world. It’s still a family concept with magical gifts in a magical house.

Could Duckworth move into the house and revive it?

Speaking of assigning roles

♪ Wait, who’s a sister and who’s a cousin? There’s so many people How do you keep them all straight? ♪

Scrooge as Abuela 

Have you noticed that the Miracle Candle and the Number One Dime play a similar role in the plot?

♪ We swear to always Help those around us And earn the miracle That somehow found us The town keeps growing The world keeps turning But work and dedication will keep the miracle burning And each new generation must keep the miracle burning ♪

I think he’s more concerned with the Number One Dime the Miracle Candle by helping the townspeople through deeds and adventures than by helping people itself

Donald as Pepa

Pepa is emotional and with her mood changes nature. Donald is no less emotional

♪ My tía Pepa My tío Donald

Her mood affects the weather When she’s unhappy Well, the temperature gets weird ♪

Daisy as Félix

She has no gift, she became part of the family by marrying Donald

♪ She fell in love with Family Madrigal McDuck And now she’s part of the Family Madrigal McDuck ♪

June and May as Dolores and Antonio

The biological daughters of Daisy and Donald

♪ Cousin Dolores can hear a pin drop <…> Antonio gets his gift today ♪

Huey as Luisa

They both take greater responsibility for the well-being of their family

♪ I’m the strong one, I’m not nervous I’m as tough as the crust of the Earth is I move mountains, I move churches And I glow ’cause I know what my worth is ♪

But for both of them, this responsibility is a cause for concern. Their gift weighs heavily on them. Luisa has it as a nervous tick and a song

♪ Give it to your sister, your sister’s older Give her all the heavy things we can’t shoulder Who am I if I can’t run with the ball? If I fold to ♪

And Huey has the Duke of Making a Mess

Dewey as Isabela

They both focus more on image than on gift.

♪ My older sisters brothers <…> one graceful Perfect in every way ♪

He acts like he’s good at everything, but he’s really worried that his gift isn’t enough

♪ I’ve been stuck being perfect my whole life ♪

Louie as Camilo

Louis in the series is shown as a skilled manipulator, actually (not in a bad way). He knows what to say when to smile and so on

♪ Camilo shapeshifts ♪

I believe it’s his gift

Della as Bruno

♪ We don’t talk about Bruno Della! ♪

I want to see this song in the context of «don’t talk about her so as not to piss off Scrooge», and not «don’t talk about her so as not to cause trouble from her»

♪ They say she saw the future, one day she disappeared ♪

It’s all canon. Della is gone. They don’t talk about her. The end.

Just kidding, I’ll tell you about her fate later

Beakley as Julieta or Agustín

Beakley is not bound to this family by blood, she entered it like Agustín, but not by marriage, but as an approximation.

I couldn’t choose one character, as I found it interesting that even without the gift Beakley would have the skills of cooking and «magic» to even be able to prepare healing food

Webby as Mirabel

Mirabel has no gift, and Webby is not tied to the McDuck family in blood, so she has no gift either. In fact, nobody even allowed such a thought, so they even didn’t try. I’d like to end the story with Webby’s becoming the new the Number One Dime the Miracle Candle’s keeper. 

As far as their family ties are concerned, everything here remains like the cartoon, and does not change under the state of affairs in Encanto. Beakley is still Webby’s grandmother. Scrooge has just become the father of Della and Donald. Donald and Daisy are the parents of May and June. Dell is the mother of triplets.

It’s not that the relationship between Webby and Scrooge is that important. I love this storyline twist in dt17 and it can be in this au too, but I can’t say that it is absolutely necessary, it seems to be superfluous

The main character will be Webby. On the day of receiving gifts, May and June, born on the same day, were afraid to go alone and refused to do it without Webby.

Ugh, going all the way up to two doors knowing that she would never be a part of the family and get any gift... it must hurt

It was Webby who noticed how the house began to collapse, because there was discord in the family. With their quarrels, the gifts weaken. So she intended to help everyone.

Their main conflict was Della, or rather her disappearance. So the Webby began to reveal this secret.

She found a prophecy by which Della flew away and suffered a plane crash. Unlike Bruno, whose poor predictions were not believed, Della herself did not believe her predictions. She believed she had the right to change her fate with her gift.

I don’t really want to take a flight into space because a rocket crash is too much

Why did Scrooge cover it up and get angry at every mention of his daughter? Because he kept Della’s faith in the ability to change her destiny. But after the crash, he changed his mind. For this reason, he ignored Webby’s words about the destruction of the house because he had seen the prophecy about it, and he was convinced that fate cannot be changed.

Scrooge broke it. But Webby collected it and saw herself in the end against the background of the destruction of the house.

Webby loved her family so much, so she decided to go out on emotion to prevent it. But during the escape, Della caught her. She was quite alive, ha

Della had indeed crashed the plane, but she had survived with the loss of her leg. She lived inside the walls of the house, unwilling to return.

She gave an answer to Webby’s questions. It was not only Scrooge who looked at the prediction incomplete. Della dropped the memory first, splintered from it a small piece that did not allow one to look beyond the image of Webby. There was Della too. And just like Webby, she loves her family too, but she thought it’s better without her

Kinda similar, right?

It’s only then Webby realized how stupid and wrong they both are when they run away

They rerun Della’s gift and watch the entire memory to learn how to prevent it.

Della looked at the girl condescendingly, seeing herself in her, but allowed her to. Because if the outcome is predetermined, her efforts will not make it worse.

Webby really saw how she helped her family, in particular, the triplets who first quarrelled when they began to slowly discover the secret of Della.

At this time, Gosalyn as Mariano came to court with Dewey.

I don’t mind them as a couple, but I just want them to feel like friends in that au

Later, Webby extorted the confession that Dewey did not want to marry, he did not know if he loves Gosalyn in that way

So… Webby was trying to make up with everyone and she’s even doing it well until Scrooge told her that he didn’t see the good in her actions

How do those words of Abuela resemble those of Scrooge "you are not part of the family!"

And the house collapsed…

Webby escaped. Scrooge talked to her heart-in-heart. They found an understanding. Della jumped on the donkey, said it’s her fault, she had predicted it. Tearful reunion of father and daughter. Repair of the house. Webby is a new keeper.

The end :з

SORRY IS IT TOO MUCH, HUH?

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[your-girl-mj]

When you didn't say I love you back pt.2 [Madrigals x gn!reader]

Summary: Dolores, and Carlos reaction to you not saying I love you back.

Warning: some are kinda angsty, but idk

Note: WHAHAHAHA THE DATE IS KILLING ME

Created: February 19, 2022

Published: February 25, 2023

— DOLORES is someone who is hard to prank, considering that she hears everything, and constantly alert just in case someone needs help.

Any suprise made for her, are all failure. The super-hearing lied about having no clue, but admit it to you after the party since she doesn't want anyone's efforts go to waste.

You made a deal with Camilo, which is written on paper so Dolores can't hear it. You need to trick your beloved, any trick that will make her off guard and you need to do it by the end of the week, or you'll have to give him all the food he wants for a month. If you win, he'll make sure to help you buy the earmuffs, for girlfriend's incoming birthday.

It's challenging since she can hear your steps, breathing, as well as heartbeat. You need to be calm and collected to be able to do it.

Taking your tiple with you—you rush to the la casa Madrigal. You took off your slippers and put on another pair of soft ones, so your steps are quiet enough to make Dolores comfortable. You use your finger to tap against her door instead of knocking with knuckles is a habit you made yourself for your significant other.

You might not know it, but the super-hearing appreciate all the small things you made for her. "Hermosa, Good to see you!" You greeted once you opened the door, revealing the girl of your dreams sitting by her cello, turning away from the intrument, her lips formed into a smile.

"About time you show up," you giggled at her words, peeking at her lips, before taking sit at a nearby stool.

"I discovered this melody last night, do you wanna hear it? Only if you want to of course!" The softness of you voice is enough to make Dolores melt on the spot.

"Sure, I'd love to! Your music is always amazing." It's not a suprise that Dolores loves music, she always has ever since she's a child. She loves hearing all kinds of it, that was until she received her gift. Everything change from then on, before she met you.

"You already heard it last night, didn't you?" Playfully rolling your eyes when she let out a squeak, knowing that she already got caught. "It's fine, did it let you sleep though?"

"It did, thank goodness for that! Last night is very loud, especially those married couples..." lightly giggling at her statement, you move your fingers to the strings and stroke. Grimacing at the off tone.

"My sister might have played with this earlier," you adjust the strings, as Dolores waited patiently, scooching near while watching you with her big adorable eyes, and a warm smile at her face.

As you work, your mind caught something you thought could work as prank. While thinking of how the plan will work, you're focusing of relaxing your breathing and heartbeat, you know she'll find out you're messing with her once you did that trick.

"And done!" You exclaimed, stroking it once again satisfied by musical sounds it produces. "I'm doing to get some water downstairs, do you need anything, amor?" You stood up, grabbing the emtpy glass cups by the shelves, that you assume she forgot to bring down.

"A water will be fine as well," she respond, turning around to play with her cello once again, "careful walking with those glass, love you."

"I will!" You mentally give yourself a pat on the back when you heard her squeak once again. Focusing at your heartbeat and breathing, you successfully grab two glass of water, sipping a bit of it, before going back to a Dolores suspiciously giving you a side glace. "Here you go, mi vida. Now where were we?"

Throughout the time, you can feel the brunette's eyes on you. You ignored her stares— you know that she's waiting. Your heart pump faster as her stare is turning into a glare. You can feel yourself sweating, but need to keep calm. This is your only chance to buy those earmuffs, and you're not gonna let it slide.

Time past like blink of an eye, as you say goodbye at your significant other. "Today was great, mi vida. See you tomorrow, alright?" You say your farewell, locking your lips with her plump ones, smiling in contentment. Her arms snake over your shoulders, and pull you in for more, you didn't expect her to pull you deeper into it, but didn't complain.

You're the one to pull away from it because of the lack of oxygen your lungs are begging to have. No words exchanged as you and the brunette stared into one another, breathing heavily.

Dolores was the first one to break the silence, "see you tomorrow, te amo [name]," her slender fingers run to your hair, you beam at her sweet affection. You almost said it back if it aren't for your eagle-like eyes, spotting two of her siblings by the balcony.

Camilo's hand covering Antonio's eyes, the little one complaining about what's happening, while the teen made a silent gagging expression at the two of you.

Oh right, the prank. "Don't acknowledge them, it's his fault for spying," the super-hearing dismissed her brothers, taking note to herself to hit him later, for ruining your romantic moment.

Chuckling at her words, you continued with your plan, "I know, I gotta go now, bye lori." Peeking at her cheek, you turned around to go home, and tell the shape-shifter about you successful pla- "oooww, ow, ow, ow!" You exclaimed as the girl of your dreams pinch your ear, pulling you to face her.

"You're forgetting something." She reminded, softly patting you cheeks. Her brows knitted together, she knows and Camilo blew it for you. You're not gonna give up though.

"Oh, of course!" You replied, peaking her at the lips, before turning back and trying to run off, but you're not fast enough.

The super-hearing caught you by the back of your collar. Pulling you back, "you're not leaving until you say it, and we both know I know about your little tricks. So, stop with the playing, [nickname]."

Defeated, you whine bit. You were close, if only Camilo didn't show up, she won't know. "I'm sorry, I have to do it! Love you, 'Lores."

"Love you too, but I have to say, you're good."

"Learned from the master!"

— It was a scary experience to you that last time you prank CARLOS. He almost killed Camilo thinking it was him, you never dared to do it again. Though, today is different, you'll do it again but a prank that is something that will made him think what he did wrong, well in fact he did.

Carlos forgot your birthday, for the rest of the day you've been thinking he's planning a surprise for you. But no, the whole day he's acting as if it's any other one, doing his usual things that he do daily.

You two have been together for few months, you know when his birthday is, so how come he doesn't know yours? You two talked about it that's why you know when his was, did he forgot yours? Or didn't check the date? Maybe.

You were reading a book by your desk near the window when a shadow sudden block the light from the sun. Carlos sat near you more on the window in front of you, reading along the words from the literature, you didn't acknowledge his presence and continue with you activity.

The boy in maroon frown, usually you've notice him and give him your sweet cheek kisses before talking about your day.

"Hey," Carlos called out, popping to the chair beside you not after turning it around so the back rest is in front of him.

"Hi Carlito," you greeted, not giving him any attention as you flip another page. The troublemaker waited for another word from you, but is met with silence.

"Why Aren't you talking? Speak to me." He requested, more like demanded. He's not used to this routine, he's not used to your silence, he's not used to you ignoring him.

No one ignores him.

"Hmm?" That was the last straw for him. taking the book from you, he successfully gain your attention that he's unconsciously craving. "Give it back,"

With an eye roll, he stated. "Oh, now I've got you to notice me. I feel loved." Said Carlos, sarcasm lingering in his voice. The book just above his head.

"Quit playing around, just give it back." As much as you want to mess with your lover, he needs to know you're mad at him. The problem about that is; he never takes things seriously.

The troublemaker's heart dropped when you turned around and fix your desk, ignoring him, he'll never admit that it hurts him. He's too spoiled with your affection that he doesn't know what to do when you ignore him.

The troublemaker is taken aback, but didn't show it. Hiding it behind in a raised brow, making it look like he's questioning your odd behavior; a part of him does though.

He knew he made a mistake, but kept denying it. What did he even do anyway?

Ignoring your words, he continued, "What's so special about this anyway? You've already read this a thousand times."

"But I just got to my favorite part!"

"You'll get it back when you get it back." You don't know how much he wants to peak on your pouty lips. Placing the book on the highest place he could find in your room, before leaning into nothing so he could fall onto your bed. You just stared at him as he made himself comfortable, you really don't know how this would end. "Why are still standing there? C'mere."

But his heart went back to besting animatedly when you came to his side once you put everything neatly on your desk. Though it irked him when you cuddle by his side with a gap between you two and your back is facing him. "What shit are you pulling?"

"What do you mean?" You know he doesn't like swearing in front of you, but when it comes, you know he's very much pissed off.

"[Name], there's a fucking gap between us, and you're telling me you don't know what I mean?" He cussed, pulling you deeply into him your back hitting his chest. The troublemaker buried his face in your neck, hot breath came in contact with your skin. "If I did something, say it. I'm no fortune-teller."

Neither of you said anything afterwards, he let you draw small shapes on his hands as well as arms. He gave you time to process your words before saying it to him, which is mostly unlike him. Carlos gave you small pecks as a sign of affection with a bit of rue. He wants to know what he did, he not good at being aware if his tease can be turned into insults.

"My birthday." You mumbled, snuggling deeper in his arms.

"Your what?"

"My birthday, you forgot my birthday..."

"Oh." He paused, realisation hit him like a brick. his mind bring him back to that same day, you weren't your usual self. you're enthusiastic about something that day, but as the day pass by he notice you became gloomy by every second. though, he only thought you were tired. "Sorry- what... how can i make it up to you?"

Thinking of what you want was something harder than you expected, "I don't really know. You can think of something."

The boy hummed in thought, his arms feel goosebumps as your fingers trail across it, writing the words love you repeatedly but of course he doesn't need to know that. and idea struck you. "I out of ideas, but—" he sighed, though it sounded with guilt as well as embarrassment, "I'm sorry, i can come up with something tomorrow. i won't forget it this time."

there are rare times where carlos would apologise, he delivered his sorry in a lazy tone, yet he means it all.

"it's alright, it was childish of me to do that." you smiled at him, carlos stared at you, analysing your features before he spoke again, loosing his trace.

"yea, you were an idiot." he yelp as you pinch his arm that you were just caressing a second ago.

your laugh has a nice ring in his ears, he erupt a low chuckle with you. he buries his face into your neck, your fragrance gives him comfort that he can't describe with words. "i love you, i'm sorry."

"i know, it's okay." and there it begins. mischievous creept up to your face, but he shows no signs of confusion.

carlos then again sound his thoughts, thinking you only respond to his sorry. "i love you, [name]." his voice is soft, and full of sincerity. making you melt of the spot. moments like this are something to cherish with him forever.

but sometimes he will get the taste of his own medicine. "i know." you replied, you felt giddy yet you pretend to doze off to slumber as you feel his arms tight around you.

"te amo, mi vida." his voice is firm yet gentle, as if demanding and begging for you to say it back. you can feel his breath by your neck

"mhm." is what he received. you wanna play like that?

chop.

"ack-!" you yelp, as he bit you by your shoulder. "why did you do that for?" looking back at him, trying to escape his grasp.

carlos kissed where he had bit you, before demanding "say it back."

"say what back?"

"i love you, say it back. right now. do it."

"carlito, i just want sleep."

"no you're not sleeping until— hey!" he exclaim, you hid under your blanket cutting him off. a huge smile is plastered on your face.

that gleam however, is wipped off when you feel a heavy body on top of you. crushing you. "you're heavyyy, off!"

"say i love you too, then I'll get off."

"no!"

"why not? i know you love me, say it back."

you emerged from you blanket, looking at him with a frown. "carlitooo" you whined as you try to push him off.

"amoooor" he mocked, inching his face closer to you. peaking at your lips, a smirk breaking into his face as he pulled away. "i love you."

pursed your lips together, your try not to break into how he kept his gaze at you. with a heavy sigh as well as an eye roll. you finally said it back, "i love you too."

"there you go," kissing you again, before he get off of you, bringing you body to his embrace. cuddling into your sheetings. "it wasn't so hard, was it?"

"it was challenging." he breathes a laugh at your reply.

"I'll take you on a date tomorrow, rest for now. idiot."

#encanto imagines #encanto #ecanto x reader #dolores madrigal #Dolores x reader #dolored madrigal x reader #carlos madrigal virus #carlos x reader #carlos madrigal x reader

[immortalme123]

CAMILO MADRIGAL X TALL FEM READER

i just write this to cheer myself since every story i read, yn is 140-150cm tall😭 and i am 173cm herself-

And i actually found out that camilo is 162cm-

So yeah, i will make reader 175 cm tall- and in this story y'all dating btw cause I am lazy to write story from the start💀😅😅😭😭😭

I will write headcanons and one shot maybe

HE/HIM FOR CAMILO AND SHE/HER FOR READER(Y/N)

-he hates and loves the fact that you are taller than him

-he try to tip-toe to kiss you but you were too tall for him so he have to ask you- and let me tell you, he will be blushing mess

-he love to hug you and listen to your heartbeat 💓

-antonie and him sometimes ask you to piggyback

-and when pepa saw you two first time, she see herself and Felix in you guys and she almost cried✨

-he loves to hold your hand when you guys doing your chores or walking around and he told you that he won't get lost if he hold your hand.

-he thinks you are kinda scary when you mad

-when you first met His family, everyone was shocked and happy that camilo have loved who will care for him and love him.

-felix was proud and pepa was little crying and adored you but when you guys first met Like at market or during her chores, she was kinda suspicious of you and snappy now she loves you like her own daughter, Bruno thinks your great but keep little distance of you since you are way taller than him, even tho he live with luisa- and Isabela likes to tease you both to end (with Dolores)

-you think your gonna get bullied because your tall? Oh heck nah you easily can win whoever try to hurt you or camilo-

-he loves to wrap his arms around your waist and you put your head on his head (this sound weird)

-he sometimes cling in to you while you doing your chores

-you have to look little down to look at his face, and he have to look up

-he whine about how his neck hurt from looking up but he isn't complaining tho-your just so pretty

-he always say your pretty and some cheesy stuff

-if you are insecure about your height, oh boy he GONNE lecture you and told you how amazing you are and your height make it better for hour or maybe more

-you and Luisa kinda get along since you guys are tall duo in town

-if he is in bad moon, he just hug you from behind or headbutt your back to let you know

Short story:

"AYYYY amor!" You head voice behind you and that voice belong to only camilo madrigal, your boyfriend.

"oh hey love" you opened your arms and he jumped in to it, clinging to you and putting his head at your chest

"ughhh i missed you..it's like it's been years!!!!" He whined, you laughed softly "but it's been only 1 hour?-" he rolled his eyes and hugged you thigter.

"amor....u-uh can i kiss you?" He was embarrassed to ask that but he was kinda getting used to it, you bent over and he cupped your face and kisses also while tip-toe. Y'all didn't realize pepa and Felix were spying on you guys-

"aren't they perfect mi amor?" Felix said holding his wife hand, and wiping her tear

"oh yes....they are perfect....they remind of us while we were teenagers.." pepa smiled lovingly at us, and there was little cloud

"MOM DAD!? ARE YOU GUYS SPYI-"

#camilo madrigal x reader #encanto #camilo madrigal #x reader #camilo x y/n #camilo disney

[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

[strigeist]

Heyyyyy!!! You still do Encanto? If so the can you do Camilo x male reader and like the madrigals throw a party for whatever and male reader knows how to dance so he dances with a girl/guy whatever and they accidentally kiss and male reader explains or whatever that it was an accident. (Sorry if it’s long and too detailed)

~ Yes! Since we're so close to the new year I decided to mix it up with that, I hope you don't mind. And it's no biggie, really! I prefer more specific requests anyway. Thank you for the request, it's the first one I get so I'm pretty happy about that s2. Hope you like it! ~

Camilo x Male reader

Summary: You accidentally kiss someone else while dancing. Camilo, your boyfriend, sees it. Misundertandings ensue. (You make up at the end, though, so don't worry!)

Word count: 1830.

Genre: Emotional hurt/comfort(?)

Author's notes: This might be a bit ooc, I'm not too sure, it's been a while since I've interacted with anything Encanto! Also, I used the word "parce" at some point, I've heard it's similar to "bro" in English or "mano" in Portuguese. I say it a lot so I feel it would fit in the dialogue but do let me know if it's not used like that in Colombia. And!! The dance I had in mind for this was cumbia since it's, apparently, a very popular dance there, but it's not really mentioned explicitly (and it could be wrong, since if you looked up that about Brazil Google would make you think most people dance samba at parties here when it's not really true, at least in my experience). And yes, the way the "kiss" happens isn't that realistic but who cares? Not me (though, fun fact, something very similar happened to me irl once!)

Celebrating the new year was always fun at Encanto. The whole town came over to the Madrigals' house and danced, drank, ate, and just generally partied until dawn. Now, it wasn't as wild as it sounds, but it was always a treat.

This year was particularly exciting for you since it was your first year officially attending as Camilo's boyfriend!

What did that change? Well, not much, only that you helped organize the place before the party, which you didn't mind (not when that meant you could spend the entire day goofing around with Camilo while doing so). But even though you partied together almost every year, there was just something different about dancing as a couple instead of friends.

The two of you had danced for a while after the *real* party started, however eventually decided to switch partners every few minutes as most did. It was just more fun like that, and you were still close enough for it to be considered time spent together. Plus, you were amongst friends, so it didn't feel weird.

Eventually, you ended up back together. After a few short minutes of dancing, Camilo suddenly seemed distracted, staring behind you as he stepped along to the beat of the song.

"You know, if you keep doing that you're gonna step on my foot!" You teased, then asked, "What's wrong?"

"... Oh, perdón, corazón." You cringed a little at how that rhymed. It seemed intentional by the way he giggled after saying that. "Mi mamá wants me to fix something, I think, I don't really understand what she's trying to say."

You stopped dancing and turned around to look as well, quickly finding Pepa gesturing angrily at the upstairs of the house and mouthing something to your boyfriend. After she noticed you looking, however, she stopped, smiled, and waved almost awkwardly. You and Camilo laughed.

"Want me to go with you?"

"No, no, it's fine! I want you to enjoy yourself, you already did enough by helping me with the decorations earlier. Just keep dancing or whatever." he explained, then grabbed your chin and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, grinning right after "See you in a few minutes!"

With that, he left.

'Charming bastard..." You thought as you watched him go, lips still tingling from his kiss.

[...]

You tried to wait for Camilo to come back but got bored after a few minutes. He did give you permission to dance with other people, and you were doing that before anyway, so you were sure he wouldn't mind.

The dance floor (that was actually just the main room of the house) was considerably fuller now that people started drinking, but you still had enough space to dance. Your current partner was Daniela, your sweet next-door neighbor. It was actually her mother that taught you how to dance along with some of the other kids in your street, so you were very comfortable dancing with each other.

You were facing each other to be able to talk better, one of your hands on her waist and the other on her hand. You spoke about your plans for the year, how your relationship was going, did some casual gossip because why not, when suddenly someone ran into her from behind. She fell forward, and your natural instinct was to try to hold her so she wouldn't fall. This, unfortunately for the two of you, ended up causing something quite awkward: your lips on hers.

It was very, very quick, but felt weird nonetheless. You hadn't really kissed anyone other than Camilo, but did this even count when it was on accident?

You stared at each other for a few seconds after separating. She was slowly becoming red like a tomato (and your face felt very hot as well, so Lord knows what you looked like), but both ended up laughing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- someone ran into me-" She tried to explain, but you just shook your head and put your hand on her shoulder with a smile.

"I get it, it's fine, I noticed. Still wanna dance?"

She nodded positively and you went back to doing what you were before, not giving the event much thought.

[...]

A few more minutes passed, and still not a trace of Camilo. You weren't worried before, but now you were. Did something happen?

"Parce... I'm gonna go look for Camilo. He's been gone for a while, I'm worried." You announced and stopped dancing.

"Alright! See you later, (Y/n)! Tell him I said hi." She said.

"Will do!" You waved, then left.

You looked around the entire house and still couldn't find your boyfriend. Now you were really worried. It felt a bit irrational since it was Pepa who had left with him, so surely she would keep him safe. But what if something happened to the two of them, then?

Before your paranoid thoughts could get to you, you managed to find Dolores, who looked around as if looking for someone while holding a cup of juice.

"Hey, Dolores!" You greeted and she jumped before looking at you. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Have you seen Camilo around? I can't find him anywhere!"

"Oh, he's mad at you because you kissed Daniela." She explained, then widened her eyes and squeaked when she noticed what she just said. "I mean, no."

Your chest tightened when you heard what she said. So he thought you cheated on him?

"He saw that? But it was an accident! I don't-"

"I tried to tell him, but he didn't want to listen." She shrugged.

You didn't know how to feel about how Dolores was apparently listening to you and Daniela talk for her to have managed to catch that part, but didn't give it much thought. You were more worried about Camilo as of now.

"Where is he?"

She looked around with just her eyes, then replied.

"His bedroom. You should go, he's very upset."

You didn't wait a second before you left, quickly making your way to your boyfriend's room. Even though it wasn't really your fault, you still felt extremely guilty. This day was supposed to be one of fun and parties, not sadness! You weren't even sure he would believe you when you told him what had actually happened, but the thought of him breaking up with you because of that gave upset you too much, so you chose to think about it.

When you got to the glowing door of his bedroom, you knocked a few times, hands shaking a little from the built-up anxiety. You hoped he wasn't THAT hurt.

"Camilo, it's (Y/n)!" You said. "We need to talk!"

You couldn't hear anything behind the door for a while, but it suddenly just opened, revealing none other than Camilo. His eyes were red and puffy and he was still wearing what he wore at the party, though a little crumpled and with some small bits of dust that probably came from a blanket.

You could have cried at the sight, especially with this misunderstanding being the cause of it, but before you could say anything Camilo started talking.

"There's nothing to talk about!" he exclaimed angrily and sniffled, tears starting to fall from his eyes. "Y-you kissed her while I was gone! I trusted you! I thought..."

"No, no, mi vida! It's nothing like that!" you interrupted before he could go on, determined to avoid any further misunderstandings. "Someone pushed her on accident and she fell, I tried to catch her and, well, that's what you saw! I didn't say anything because, to us, it didn't mean anything! It was an accident! She has her boyfriend and I have you, and I would never want to kiss anyone else! I'm so, so, so sorry..."

Camilo stared at you silently as his tears came to a halt. He sniffled and dried his eyes with his hands before speaking again.

"So... You still love me?"

"Of course I do! I love you more than anything, amor!" your face got warmer after saying that. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, I just didn't think it was that big of a deal, but I should have-"

Before you could keep going, Camilo hugged you so fast you didn't even see it coming. You returned the gesture and wrapped your arms gently around his figure, softly caressing his back as you did.

"... Mi hermana tried to say that to me, I think, but I didn't really listen... I'm, uh, sorry." He said. The words were a bit muffled since his face was pressed against your neck, but they were still understandable.

You let out a relaxed sigh, then giggled and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead.

"It's fine, she told me. I'm just glad you're not sad anymore... Unless you still are?" You pulled away and looked at him with a worried expression.

He pulled you back and shook his head.

"No, no! I'm glad I was wrong! I'm sorry for having jumped to conclusions so quickly-"

"But it was perfectly reasonable for you to get upset about that, I-"

"Ey, ey!" he interrupted as he pulled away, placing both hands on your shoulders. "What if, instead of infinitely apologizing to each other, we went back to having some fun?"

You laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds better. Wanna go back to the party?"

"Actually," Camilo replied with a mischievous grin "I had something else in mind." He walked a few steps back and looked at the inside of his bedroom, then at you again. "Wanna come in?"

You only raised an eyebrow and complied, following him into the room.

[...]

The idea turned out to be surprisingly mild. You were laying down comfortably on Camilo's bed, with your arms wrapped around him as you watched some telenovela his tío, Bruno, had recommended to him.

"But... Wasn't she his tía or something?" You asked, confused.

"Amor, are you even watching?" Camilo huffed in an annoyed manner but didn't bother looking up at you. "Yes, she is! But she doesn't remember that, she has amnesia! That's like, the whole point!" He said as he gestured at the screen.

"Perdón, perdón. I'm just busy looking at something else." You said, staring lovingly at him.

He turned his head towards you in curiosity, staring blankly for a few minutes before becoming almost as red as a tomato.

"Eres ridículo, (Y/n)." He laughed and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, then went back to watching the TV.

"What can I say? I love you! And you're very, very pretty."

"He, I love you too. Now pay attention to the telenovela or I swear I'll make you watch it all again!"

You both ended up falling asleep together while watching television. It wasn't exactly what you had in mind for the new year, but waking up in the morning with him still in your arms was certainly more than you could have asked for.

#encanto x male reader #camilo madrigal x male reader #encanto x reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x y/n #encanto fanfic #requests open

[vampwritesstuff]

Would you be willing to write about Xavier x Reader with plant-related powers who is usually by herself in her own little club - much like Eugene - and they end up becoming friends and maybe something more? Perhaps he was practicing archery and one of the arrows ended up where she keeps her plants. Anyway, thanks in advance!

Arrow to The Heart ~

Pairing : Xavier Thorpe x Reader (fem pronouns)

Summary : refer to ask above !

Warnings : none

Genre : fluff

Requests : open !

Words : 1.6k

YES YES YES. Okay I’m in love with this request, I have actually written another Xavier x reader where she has plant based powers, but it doesn’t get mentioned as much, so getting to expand on this is just ahhh 🫶🏻 honestly I was thinking like Isabela Madrigal type abilities with this. Hope I did this justice! Definitely not writing this in school lol.

Masterlist

You always were a bit of a loner, your shy personality made it difficult to be able to make friends with others. So, often you surrounded yourself with plants, being that your abilities were based solely around them.

Ever since childhood, you’d been more in tune with nature than any of your peers. Your parents passed that off, thinking you just naturally had a green thumb like your grandmother. However, it wasn’t until you started growing flowers by accident when your emotions took control, that your parents realized you inherited the family gift that skipped every few generations.

That’s how you ended up at Nevermore. Being the president, and only member, of the Botany Club. Sure, you had a few friends, but you didn’t exactly go out of your way in order to hang out with them. You preferred your plants, and you liked staying out of the spotlight. Keeping exceptional grades, especially in Ms. Thornhill’s carnivorous plants class, and just doing your best to get through another uneventful semester.

You were in your greenhouse, not far from the school, taking care of the plants. It was club activity time, meaning that Eugene’s bees were out and about. Some usually found their way to your little area, which you didn’t mind, they needed the pollen in order to make their honey. Of course, Eugene was nice enough to offer you honey since his bees used your plants. He’s always mentioning how the honey made from your plants always turned out better, and much richer tasting than any other honey.

You were broke from your thoughts as you heard the shatter of one of your clay pots. Perking up and walking outside of the greenhouse, you saw a tall boy, sheepishly picking up an arrow from the potting soil and broken clay that held your white carnations.

Xavier had gotten bored of shooting at targets, so he decided that he would try his luck in the woods, not far from the school. However, his unlucky streak seemed to have other plans. As he had released an arrow, which was supposed to hit a tree, it flew right past where he’s been aiming. He winced at the sound of something shattering, running to find what he hit.

That’s when he found your greenhouse, and saw that he had broken a flower pot that held white flowers, which he didn’t know the name of. He bent and picked up the arrow, looking up to see a girl staring at him, making his face burn in embarrassment.

“I- Uhm, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit your flowers.” He stuttered out. You didn’t respond, only pursing your lips as you moved to pick up the, already wilting, flowers from the soil. Turning to find a empty pot, which you filled with soil and placed the flowers inside. With a wave of your hand, the flowers were back to their normal look, not wilted.

Xavier stared in awe as he watched you bring back the life to the carnations, his mouth agape. However he snapped out of it once you turned back to face him. “Oh.. you’re still here.” You said, promptly turning on your heel and heading back towards the entrance of your greenhouse. “Hey! Wait, what’s your name?” Xavier hurried after you, his interest now peaked.

Sure, he had seen you before, you were the quiet girl in his carnivorous plants class, the quiet girl that normally sat closest to the window every chance you could. Yeah, he had noticed you before, but you kept yourself from the spotlight, and he was now interested, caught like a fly in a fly trap.

You stopped in your tracks, this boy wanted to know your name? After debating for a minute, and feeling his gaze burning in the back of your head, “Y/n.” You finally stated, turning to face him, not expecting that he would be less than five feet from you. His closeness made you stumble back, landing against the plexiglass of the greenhouse.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped back as you righted yourself, he sure did apologize a lot. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Xavier Thorpe.” He told you, of course you knew his name already. You’d seen him around the quad, painting his murals. You’d seen him in the few classes you had together, while he was sketching and paying absolutely no attention to what was being taught.

“I know.” You said as you went about the greenhouse, watering the plants and flowers. Xavier tilted his head, you knew him? Of course you did, he was the school’s resident tortured artist. Obviously you knew who he was.

Checking the time, you saw that club activities were over. Packing your bag, you walked from the greenhouse with Xavier following not far behind. You locked up the door and turned back towards the school, beginning the short walk to the campus. “So.. you’re in the botany club?” Xavier asked, breaking the silence. “Only member.” You replied shortly, his general presence made you nervous. He was close enough that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him in the cold weather. You pulled your uniform jacket closer to yourself, making it back to the school and parting ways.

Xavier actively began seeking you out, skipping his own club time to hang out with you in the greenhouse. Since your first meeting, Xavier had not been able to get you out of his head. Which resulted in a few late nights in his art shed, hunched over a canvas, painting the moment you had used your ability on those carnations.

You had gotten used to Xavier’s presence around, he began sitting with you in class, and even went as far to find out where you ate your lunch on a normal basis. The both of you had settled into a routine, and you had gotten comfortable enough with each other that eventually Xavier let you into his art shed, obviously he hid any drawings he had of you, thinking you would find him weird.

“Hey, Y/n, could you give me an opinion on this?” He asked you one night, while you both were in his shed. You had been studying for an upcoming exam in one of your classes and needed a quiet place, having found that you enjoyed the subtle background noise as Xavier’s paint brush glided across a canvas, it was an obvious choice.

Standing from the little desk Xavier had cleared for you to use, you went over to where he had the canvas propped onto an easel. Looking at the painting, you almost gasped. The painting was of a bouquet of six red roses, held in a masculine hand, it was painted in a first person point of view. Even though it was unfinished, yow were still in awe of it. “It’s amazing, Xavier! Where did you get the inspiration for this?” You asked, racking your brain to try to remember the meaning of six red roses.

“I had a dream and that’s all I could see.” He told you, half lying. Yes he had seen the roses, but you had also been in his dream, it was such a vivid dream that he didn’t want to forget. You were wearing a gorgeous sage green dress, smiling at him with a smile he had only seen you show when you were alone with him. “So.. who’s the lucky girl? Or guy.” You asked, your tone was slightly dejected and sad sounding.

Xavier looked at you with wide eyes, confused. “What do you mean?” He turned to face you, “Six roses. They’re a symbol for infatuation, or to tell someone you want to be theirs.” You hummed, staring at the canvas, a tightness in your chest as you thought about who he could’ve been dreaming about. “Oh.” Was all Xavier could say, not aware that you knew the meaning of what he painted, which impressed him.

Inhaling sharply, and turning back to the desk, you picked up your belongings. “I’ve gotta get going, Enid is forcing me to go shopping with her and Wednesday for the Rave’N. Talk to you later, Xav.” You excused yourself, making an excuse to leave. You felt suffocated in the small shed.

Xavier’s mind swirled with the thoughts of someone having already asked you to the dance, you weren’t but a few feet from the door until Xavier gently grabbed your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Uh, Xavier?” You asked as you turned to him. He looked nervous, like the same sheepish boy the day you first met him.

“Y/n, do you have a date to the Rave’N?” The question almost made you choke, why was he asking? “Uh, no? I’m only going cause Enid wants a wingwoman so she can ask out Wednesday.” You told him, pulling your wrist from his hand. He seemed to relax, sighing and looking at you in the eyes. God he could loose himself in your eyes, so many times has he painted your eyes that each speck of color was ingrained in his mind.

“Xav? You okay?” You asked him, feeling his forehead to see if he was running a fever. Nothing. “I wanted to ask you something, but I don’t want it to hurt our friendship.” He admitted, scared of ruining the trust he had built with you.

Your heart rate quickened, was he?- “Will you be my date to the Rave’N?” He cut off your thoughts. Yes, he was asking you to the dance. You smiled, “Absolutely.” You spoke and pulled him into a hug, you weren’t sure when you began to develop feeling for the artist, but you definitely realized it when you began accidentally growing flowers that reminded you of him every time you thought of him.

He held you tightly, over the moon with happiness. You pulled away from him, “Looks like I have a reason to go shopping with Enid now.” You joked, stepping back. You definitely couldn’t keep the werewolf waiting, now.

#xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe #wednesday series #wednesday #x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #writing #fic #request

[grimyandereencantosimp]

Hello, are you still accepting applications? If you keep accepting, you can do one in which the Madrigal x reader family, who is the daughter of Pepa or Juliet, goes to Nevermore Academy.

(I'm going to make these headcanons, but a little more storyish. Also this is going to be platonic.)

Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy

(I'm sorry, I wasn't sure how to word the title lmao.)

Tw: Platonic yandere, platonic yandere family, stalking?, Unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

You never really saw the point of going to Nevermore, you were never seen as a outcast to others, more of a blessing. But that's not how your mother and father and the rest of the family saw it.

You always felt you were out of place at the school, even though it was meant for outcasts. But you weren't one of these people, you weren't a outcast at all. It actually hurt you a little when your family decided to send you here.

You were the only one in the entire family who went here, why? Did your family just not care about you?

Oh but they did care, but just not in a way that you would see. They also protected you without you even knowing, they sent your own brother, Camilo everyday to shapeshift into a student and keep a close gaze on you.

Camilo would tell them what he saw, making sure to tell them of any possible threats that could of harmed you.

You were safe under their watch without even knowing it, and they wanted it to stay that way...

#Yandere encanto #Platonic yandere encanto #Encanto #Encanto x reader #Yandere encanto x reader #Family madrigal #Mirabel madrigal #Isabela madrigal #Luisa madrigal #Camilo madrigal #Dolores madrigal #Antonio madrigal #Pepa madrigal #Felix madrigal #Julieta madrigal #Agustin Madrigal #Bruno madrigal #Alma madrigal #Yandere #Yandere x reader #Platonic yandere #Platonic #Familo madrigal x reader #ask #anon #request

[multifandomxreader]

I heard you were looking for Bruno x male reader ideas 🤤

Ooo what about a Bruno x male reader where the reader is like a vagabond that comes to Encanto every year to hang out with the Madrigals? Kind of like a Snufkin and Moomin thing. Like they're kind of together/pining for each other?

One year that M!Reader returns he finds that Bruno isn't waiting for him because he's 'disappeared' so he travels even further in order to look for him, he still comes back every year to see if he's returned. After the events of the movie reader is reunited with Bruno and obviously he's super pissed but he's also so relieved that his favourite boy is back and alive.

Mayyybeeee they get married? uwu'

sorry you had to wait so long for this, hope you like it!

Bruno Madrigal x Male reader

With your backpack heavy on your shoulders, you finally arrived yet again at la casa Madrigal. All year you would travel, you slept in a tent, and made your money by playing the guitar. You made great friends along the way and got to tell all your amazing stories to anyone who would listen. Every year you hung out with the family for a few days sometimes even weeks. You had never been one to settle down but with the family Madrigal, you wouldn't mind staying in the same place forever. When you sprained an ankle or had back pain Jullietta patched you right up with her cooking. Delores would keep everyone updated on your whereabouts and well-being and when you were close to the village Luisa would meet you halfway to help carry your baggage and gifts with pleasure. The Madrigals were basically your family.

They loved to listen to your tales, especially Bruno who hung at your lips every time you spoke. Even when most people wouldn't really talk to Bruno you saw him as the highlight of your visit. After years of your annual visits to the Madrigals you realized your feelings for the dark haired man. You had a while to think about them on your travels. You were certain he would be the one to make you stay and settle down.

You arrived with Luisa at casita, Camillo and Mirabel ran in your arms. You entered casita with the little girl on your back and a copy of yourself. The other family members came to greet you one by one. Julietta welcomed you with a plate of arepas and Isabella gave you a beautiful flower crown as a welcoming gift. Felix welcomed you with open arms "Here comes my favorite visitante!" The weather was perfect and a big smile was plastered on your face as you chatted with Felix and Agustin.

You tried to keep calm but your eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the door of Bruno's room. Agustin noticed the way you looked around, waiting for that one special person. You turned back to him "Where's Bruno?" Suddenly the room went quiet and the faces around you grimaced. Abuela straightened her back and spoke "We don't talk about Bruno" you were so confused and everything felt wrong. Julietta's hand landed on your shoulder and lead you to the kitchen where she let you sit at the table. While making you a drink she told you how Bruno had disappeared without a note.

The following days felt wrong without his presence, you tried to find him but when you realized he really was gone you stayed alone in his room. Your heart ached as you thought about the last time you had seen him.

The dark eyes look at you with admiration as you sing about the things you had seen on your travels and then a goodbye song. Your song ends and you smile at Bruno "Will you write a song about me by the time you return?"  he asks. "Look in the future and find out." You wink. Bruno opens his mouth"I don't want to" You give him a confused look. He takes your hands in his "I don't want to ruin our future with a stupid prophecy." You give him an understanding look and hold his hands tighter. "I'll be back."

Years passed as you looked for Bruno, asking every person you meet if they had seen the small dark-haired Madrigal.

You didn't find him.

Still, you returned to the Madrigals every single year. The smaller Madrigals had now grown into teenagers and the town had been growing too. Even though it was a delight seeing the colorful family your mind kept turning back to Bruno.

It was your annual visit and you arrived at the spot where Luisa would usually wait. Instead, you were met with Bruno. Your Bruno. Maybe a bit older and with more grey strands of hair. But still yours.

You dropped all your stuff and ran over to him. Grabbing his shoulders to make sure he was real. "How the fuck could you do this to me? I was so worried! I- I didn't know what had happened to you..." Bruno kept apologizing while you teared up. You threw yourself into his arms and you hit the ground together. You hugged the air out of his lungs. "I'm just happy you're back" you told him. His hands cradled your face and wiped your tears. "Te amo" he whispered before passionately kissing you, this time it was him making you breathless. You melted into the kiss. "I still want to hear that song"

A few months later you held the most beautiful wedding the town had ever seen, Pepa didn't ruin it (only because Bruno was marrying you). The whole family worked together to make sure you had the best day. Isabella took care of the flowers, and Julietta cooked a heavenly buffet with delicious desserts... You couldn't stop smiling and every time you met his eyes your heart could beat out of your chest. You finally found your reason to stay.

#male reader #bruno madrigal x male reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto x male reader #bruno madrigal x reader #m!reader #encanto x reader

[teawizard]

Hi! Meet my Encanto OC for @encanto-extended-edition: Daniela Serrano :)

Full name: Daniela Alejandra Serrano (& Madrigal in the future) Age (movie): 52 Height: 172 cm, 5'8'' Weight: above average Hair type: black, fairly curly Eyes: dark brown Birthday: 8th of May 1898 Details: a big, hooked nose, wide eyebrows

Daniela is a kind, creative and reserved person. She doesn't usually initiate social communications but is always ready to keep up a conversation. She has two close friends and otherwise doesn't have any people she lets herself be vulnerable with. Her diary knows more about her than any person alive.

She plays a couple of instruments and knows different thread craft.

She is sometimes very stubborn and rebellious because this way she reminds herself that she's still in charge of her own life, even when she doesn't have any strength for it.

Daniela is the youngest child in Serrano Venezuelan-single-mother-and-children-family. Her mother is called Maria and her older twin-siblings - Luis and Carmen.

She is a former 'gifted kid' who rebels against her mother when she's 18 and quits weaving. Daniela tries to find a new place in the community but fails A LOT, even if she works hard (which she doesn't usually do). She then drunk on freedom makes A LOT of bad decisions and has to be brought to her senses by her sister and best friend. At 24 she returns to weaving very disappointed in herself. She leaves Encanto at 35, after a particular person tells her to maybe change her life. She then returns home at 52 and sorts out her relationship with her family.

As a result, her Biggest Problems are: relationship with her mother, her perfectionism, avoidance of conflicts, rarely considers her own feelings and desires and poorly describes them, rarely opens up to people.

This is the shortest summary of her story, and I hope the least confusing one :)

You can notice green lines and numbers on the character sheet. These things indicate intervals when she and Bruno were dating (yes, this is oc x Bruno - I wanted to explore one thing I don't usually see in oc x Bruno fanfiction, which I'll talk about later, but this can as well be due to the reason that I don't actually read them that much).

Also, you can notice that all the phrases above all four Danielas are about her mother(s). Well, there is no reason for that at all.

I made her almost a month ago and I feel like I still don't have a clear image of her in my head, but I guess it will all come together when I start writing the actual story...

Also, tried to make a character inspiration sheet:

I haven't watched that much different media, so the sheet might be not that accurate but I tried :)

(Tiana from The Princess and the Frog Fleabag from Fleabag Evelyn from Everything Everywhere All at Once Kaguya from Kaguya-sama: Love Is War Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place)

#encanto #teawizard art #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto oc #encanto oc event #encanto oc appreciation #oc: daniela

[callmemaeverick]

The First of Firsts [Master Chief x Reader]

AN: I would like to dedicate this to @dayane245love because her ask gave me the kick I needed to write this fic. She requested for me to give Reader a name, so for you, Dayane and whoever preferred to read this fic as John x OFC, you can read it on AO3

Warning: This is so full of cheese, if you’re lactose intolerant DNI…. Kidding 🤭..

This is part III of Soldier Sweet series. Read part ii here

You didn't expect to see John that night, wandering out of the massive base, his face dazed and somewhat confused. After the last few days, with him going AWOL after that mission in Madrigal, you would have thought that Halsey would have wanted to keep him on a tighter leash. He was, after all, her favorite.

You had been beside yourself with worry when you found out what had happened. In the months since John brought your earring back to you, since he volunteered to help you with your tour, you had became friends of sort. But trying to get answers on how he was doing was next to impossible and you could tell that the events had left Halsey and the higher ups on edge. Apparently, a Spartan is technically incapable of going rogue. And this was a first.

Shouldering your bag strap over your shoulder, you decided to approach him.

It was still an adjustment, seeing his face. You haven’t been around Spartans as much as the soldiers as your work tend to keep you indoors, so seeing him out of armor is a novelty. He was handsome, you had to admit. The strong jaw, the intense green eyes. You remembered the way his naked gaze fell on you, burning your skin, feeling it even when he had his helmet on. You would only admit to yourself, though, that feeling his eyes following you made butterflies flit in your stomach.

He stood still in the middle of a sea of soldiers, head tilted up watching the skies as if it was the first time he was truly seeing it. Judging from what you have heard of the Spartan program, it was very likely the truth.

"It's beautiful, huh?"

John swiveled around and even standing two steps above him, you were still about a few inches shorter. You gave him a smile. "Hiya."

xxxx

John felt his stomach swoop as if he was doing a barrel roll in the Condor. It was the first time he had seen you since he got back from the Rubble and Madrigal and… he didn't remember you being so beautiful. Everything about you was suddenly so much more captivating to him. When previously he liked the way you smiled, the way the colors you wore made you stand out in a drab crowd, now… now you were positively breathtaking.

Even your name sounded better on his tongue.

"How are you, John?" You asked, stepping down to his side. "You gave us all quite a fright."

He looked down at you and wondered if you were scared of him or for him. "I… was going through some things." He told you truthfully, meeting your eyes. "But I think I'm better now."

His eyes noticed the slight redness creeping up your cheeks and the way you averted your gaze from him. He wondered what it meant. 

Discreetly, he took you in. He had never seen you outside of your lab coat before and he was liking what he was seeing. The simple shirt you had on and the slim-fitting jeans complimented your shape perfectly. The brightly coloured highlights in your hair stood stark contrast again its natural colours and his fingers twitched to touch them.

“John, your heart rate is elevated.” Cortana chimed in his ear. “And your body temperature just rose. Are you…anxious?”

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked you, ignoring the Al.

"Oh, I'm just heading home. In the city."

"Can I walk you?"

"All the way to the city?"

"Yes."

"…Okay,"

xxxx

You didn't know why you immediately agreed, but you did know you felt safe with John. In the limited time you spent with him, he gave you no indication that made you suspect any ill intentions. In fact, all his interactions with you felt truthful, genuine, and it made him all the more endearing to you.

The two of you walked in companiable silence towards the train station. From time to time you would tell him little snippets of your daily journeys to and from work. You’d tell him which coffee stand made the best latte, which bagel stand is your favorite and all the while, John took it all in.

Something was different with him, but it was not a bad different. He seemed unusually curious, and dare you say it, interested in everything around him. It was not something you were aware of about Spartans. As far as you knew, they were unfeeling and stoic, almost robotic. But seeing John, open-faced and wide-eyed in wonder made you rethink what you knew.

Standing across from him in the train, you watched him eye the young couple further down the car. They were cozy with each other, giggling softly at whispered words, totally unaware of the world around them and totally in love. You watched John and wonder if he is capable of love, if he feels the pull to be close to someone.

"John?"

He turned to you. "Hm?"

"It’s rude to stare,” You teased playfully and giggled when the tips of his ears turned bright red. You just made the Master Chief flush. Chuckling, you moved until you were beside him, leaning against the car wall and his arm. “What’s going on, big guy? You seemed… I don’t know, confused, like you’re lost.”

The man beside you sighed. He glanced at the couple once more before turning to you. That’s when he told you about the pellet.

xxxx

He didn’t know why he didn’t even hesitate, but he knew he trusted you. He was trained to have sharp instincts and it hadn’t failed him before. And his instincts about you are good. He felt light with you, lighter now without the pellet. You look at him without any expectations of who he had to be. You look at him like he’s John. Just John.

By the time he finished, the train had arrived at Tchakova Park and you were looking at him like you were seeing him in a brand new light.

“Okay, so you’re saying that you’re experiencing this,” You waved your hand around. “All of this, for the first time?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and you laughed.

“Oh my God! Then, you need to see this!”

Without warning, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a well-lit park across the street.

The warmth of your skin against his calloused palms were jarring to him, and John felt his breath catch in the cold air. Still, he let himself be pulled by you. The closer you got to the park, the more aware he was of the lilting sounds traveling from the center of it.

As you slowed to a walk, you grinned up to him, navigating through the throng of people until you reached an arena-like stage of some sort. And in the middle of it, were two musicians putting in a show.

He froze as he watched them, as the music washed over him. It was beautiful, haunting and it filled him up with foreign feelings. He glanced at you beside him and saw that you had your eyes closed, head tilted slightly upwards as the last drizzle of the night’s rain fell on your face.

Cortana’s inquiring voice was soft in his ear. "Is this why you’ve removed your pellet? So you could hear things differently?"

Maybe. He thought. Maybe just wanted to hear it the way you do.

xxxx

You felt his gaze on you like flames dancing on your skin, but you did your best to shrug it off as you opened one eye to catch him. Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you gave him a teasing smile.

“John, you’re staring again.”

He blinked and quickly turned. “Sorry.”

You shook your head, endeared at this new person before your eyes. Here was a man, trained and honed to be one of the most effective soldiers in the galaxy, and he couldn’t stop staring at you in wonder.

“You should be listening.” You chided lightly. “Here,” Climbing onto one of the seats behind him, you asked if it’s okay to touch him. At his nod, you guided him to face the show by his shoulders. Then, slowly, you placed your hands over his eyes. Leaning over, you whispered in his ear. “Breathe. Listen.”

He stiffened for a second at your words, but relaxed gradually. You knew exactly you had gotten him where you wanted him when he sighed and his straight shoulders slumped for the first time, probably ever.

When the set ended, you gently released him from your hold, letting him blink off the onslaught of bright lights. You were smiling so wide when you caught the dazed look on his face.

He turned to face you.

“Thank you. That was… that was beautiful.”

There was no hiding the blush that rose up your face at his declaration, but you nodded. “I’m glad you got to experience it.” You turned to hop off the seat, when his hand caught yours, stopping you.

Seemingly surprised at his own actions, John faltered.

“No. It’s okay. You can touch me.” You assured him. He had trusted you and you want to repay it in kind.

Nodding, he stared at your hand in his, engulfed completely. His thumb rubbed back and forth, back and forth over your skin, the action almost hypnotizing.

You didn’t want to rush him, knowing how overwhelming new sensations can be.

He looked up to you, something you knew he’d never had to do before. His eyes scanned your face before his hand left yours.

The feel of his touch skittering over your cheek almost made you gasp, but you held his gaze. There was a question there, something he wanted answered.

“Can I kiss you?”

Deep down, you knew that that was the question, but it still floored you that he’d asked. Biting your lips, you nodded.

He leaned in slow, halting and hesitant. His hand cupped your face oh so gently, as if any more force would break you. Never in your life someone handled you so delicately.

When your lips met, your eyes immediately closed as tingles shot straight to your toes. Your hands came up to his face, fingers lightly scratching the stubble there. It was sweet and somehow innocent for a man of John’s stature and reputation.

When you part, you registered that the world was still revolving, not halted like you felt it did. Catching yourself before anything embarrassing happened, you blinked at him.

“Was that your first kiss?” You whispered, soft, secretive.

John licked his lips. “Yes. Sorry, I-“

“No. No.” You cut him off, smiling. You took his hand that was still resting at your cheek with both of yours, sharing warmth. “I’m honored, John.”

It was by no means the best kiss you’ve ever had. But you didn’t care because at that moment, for what seemed to be the first time in a long long time, you were given another honor. The honor of seeing the Master Chief smile.

FIN

Tagging: @redpool @weirdodreamergirl @violinchick @ageless-aislynn @lialacleaf

I'm not sure if I missed anyone. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in the comments, so I can keep track. Also if you wanna be taken off. :)

#halo #halo paramount+ #master chief #master chief x reader #master chief imagines #john 117 #john 117 x reader #john 117 imagines #pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber imagines #halo tv #halo paramount spoilers #mav's posts

[gamerbearmira]

Can we get more wholesome Alma and Pedro being cute and in love? Maybe an AU where Pedro was never attacked (the miracle blasted the raiders away before they could get to him) so he gets to be in the Encanto and see his grandkids and there's no generational trauma, I'm not sure if you already have an AU like this but I'd love to see how different the family dynamics would be if Pedro was around, I like to imagine he'd be the one to realize Mirabel is the next Candle Holder after she doesn't get a gift (Alma: I wonder why little Mira didn't get a gift. Pedro: well, neither of us have a gift, but we do take care of the candle, and, no offense mi amor, but we are getting old, and I don't think Julietta's gift can keep us alive forever. Alma: mi amor, you beautiful genius!)

OF COURSE❗❓❓ did i ever mention that I am not only the founder and president of the Alma Madrigal Fan Club but also the Pedro x Alma Fan Club. Possibly the Pedro Fanclub. Also, not my au, Pedro lives is kind of a fandom wide thing, but I do have a version of it. I guess you could consider Cocooned a version of it, he does come back. Along with FTP.

ANYWAYYYYYYY YEAH. I love them. I love them being cheesy asf, ion care❗ Ngl, I might suck at writing, I'll write this couple anyday bro,, just about any au dawg. I also love drawing them with the triplets or grandkids. My favs <33

ALSO. Shoutout to Pedro for figuring that out early on. Tbh I can see how he came to that conclusion, he was probably thinking on it for a while, I mean it is out of the blue, and Mirabel is a wild card or well rounded person.

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto pedro #pedro x alma #my favs #my otp

[evelxtus]

can i request kazuha, albedo, diluc with a pepa madrigal!reader, with an electro/cryo vision??? (i want them to be the felix to my pepa sksks)

℘ . . . pepa madrigal!reader. ⚘ // little scenarios.

featuring · kazuha, albedo, diluc x pepa madrigal!reader.

warnings · pet names (love, sweetheart).

note · this was very fun to do! thank you for requesting. :) encanto is such a great movie!!

Kazuha. ⚘

Kazuha is always keeping you company (as long as you let him, of course). But apart from the fact that you two have a relationship, he knows that you cannot leave each other alone. You need him to calm yourself down. You tend to get very excited, and you get frustrated very quickly. Before a big dark cloud rises from your back threatening with a storm, Kazuha is there, putting a hand on your shoulder and whispering in your ear “Shh, calm down. Everything's fine. Let me handle it.”

Albedo. ⚘

You love being with Albedo in his camp, just watching him do his experiments or trying to help him. The bad part? You don't understand anything... especially when he starts telling you about each chemical component and its reactions. A clear cloud appears above your head, beginning to snow down on you as if there wasn't a roof to shelter you from Dragonspine's weather. Given your reaction, Albedo takes your hand with the intention of making you look into his eyes. His voice sounds comforting, like a warm hug in the middle of a snow desert. “It's okay. No one gets the details at first. Let me make you a hot drink and we can take a break, alright, love?”

Diluc. ⚘

It's not unusual to see the tavern full of drunks talking nonsense. They are really good clients, but they give a lot of work and you have to know how to put a limit on them so that they don't put on a ridiculous show that could scare other more casual clients.

Your hurried footsteps are heard nonstop upstairs, and Diluc must go up to the third floor to check what's going on. There you are, with a noticeable expression of anger, walking from one side to another with the intention of calming yourself down while the cloud is getting bigger and darker.

In these situations, Diluc must act quickly. He doesn't want any incident in the tavern, and much less something happening to you.

Diluc silently hugs you from behind, causing you to stop on the spot. A small kiss rests right behind your ear, and seconds later you hear Diluc's calm voice against it. “Tell me which drunk has bothered you and I'll take care of him for you, sweetheart.”

© evelxtus.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #genshin albedo #albedo x reader #genshin diluc #diluc x reader

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

for the don’t stand so close to me series: the reader and bruno haven’t had the chance to do anything for a couple of weeks, and after seeing bruno with his hair tied back and shirt undone one button more than usual, she snaps and drags bruno into a supply closet and gives bruno a blowjob (maybe a sprinkle of dom!reader if you’re comfy with it)

Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 12)

Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader

Modern Day!Imagine

Non-Magic AU

Summary: Reader giving Bruno head, lol, just the request

Warnings: Swearing, Agegap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE)

Word Count: 983

Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts, his imagination

Author Note: Hello everyone, I've been away for so long and I do apologise for that. I've just been super stressed out this year with just life and everything that comes with it so I've been very absent from Tumblr and writing so I'm sorry for that but I will try to write more, probably not as frequently but here and there when I can, thank you for everyone for checking in on me and being patient, I really appreciate it :))

Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist) (Part 11) >(Part 12)< (Part 13)

(I do not own this gif)

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Bruno POV

Today was a rather hot day. The sun was beaming through the windows, heating up the entire room. There were no air conditioners in my class so I tried opening windows and doors to create ventilation. It was bearable but not preferable. My last class of the day was just before lunch and had my darling lover in it. I smiled at her as she walked in and made her way to her seat closer to the back. 

30 minutes in, the class began to heat up again, more than I could handle. I pushed my chair out a bit to get better access to my draw on the side of my table. I open the top drawer and pull out a hair tie I knew I had when Y/N last left one here. Pulling back the majority of my hair, I tied it up in a small ponytail to keep it out of the way of my face. Unbuttoning the cuffs of my sleeves, I folded them up, exposing my forearms to the air. 

After another 10 minutes, not even that was enough. I looked up from my desk to see everyone hard at work. Well, almost everyone. She, as usual, was staring at me, lost in thought. I chuckled to myself. 

No wonder you always need help catching up.

I looked back down at the work in front of me and unbuttoned the first two of my shirt buttons, enough not to be classified as inappropriate.

I couldn’t help but think about the last time I spent time with my darling Amor. 

At least a couple of weeks since we had some quality time together. 

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the sounds she made when I eat her out. Every little twitch her body made at the small touches I gave her. The moments when she’d wrap her legs around my head as she would orgasm and release sweet sweet juices into my mouth. 

Fuck. 

I didn’t even have to look down to know how hard I was at that moment. 

In class too. 

It was as if someone from the heavens above heard my woes because people had already started packing up for the end of class. 

Well, time to go home and sort out my problem.

As I was halfway down the hall to leave, my name was called out. 

“Mr. Madrigal!” 

“Y/N?” 

She was jogging down the hall to me. 

“Could you come with me, quickly?” she asked, slightly out of breath. 

“Of course.”

We didn’t go that far before she pushed me through a door, into a supply closet filled with things like stationary and books.

I had no time to think about what was going on before her lips were on mine. Obviously enjoying the situation, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her against my body. 

“What are you doing, don’t you have another class?” I asked as she made her way down to kiss my throat. 

“Not for another hour.”

She wasted no time ripping open my shirt, pressing hot kisses to my chest and down. 

“You looked so good in class today, I can’t stop myself,” she said, breathlessly, unbuttoning my pants.

“Your hair, your arms, your chest,” she released my cock from my underwear, “you are so perfect.” 

She licked the tip slowly, coating it in her salvia and the view alone made me almost collapse if it wasn’t for the shelf behind me for support. She moved her hand slowly along the side of my shaft, swirling her tongue around the red head of my cock. 

“Fuck!” I dropped my head back, closing my eyes. 

I felt it as she slowly pushed the rest of my cock into her mouth, coating the entire thing in her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head, not necessarily pushing it further in, just giving me something to hold onto. 

She finally released herself from my cock, pumping her hands up and down my dick while looking up at me, proud. 

“Does it feel good, sir?” she asked, already knowing the answer. 

“It feels amazing,” I whimpered.

A smirk rose up her face and she proceeded to put my cock back in her mouth. I had trouble keeping my eye open, so I let them fall close and rested my head against the wall behind me. 

I don’t know how much longer I can last.

She had obviously known I was close too because of the way I tensed up under her. I could feel the cockiness radiating off her as she bobbed her head faster. I had to bite down on my hand just so I wouldn’t scream out.

“F-fuck,” I groaned into my hand. 

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I spilt my hot cum down her throat, trying not to collapse from my weak legs. She stroked her tongue along my cock a couple more times before pulling it out. I hadn’t even noticed she had swallowed it. As she stood up, I pulled her in by the back of her head, giving her a passionate kiss. I felt her smile as she reciprocated the kiss. 

She pulled back, “well! Better get to my next class!” 

She grabbed her bag off the ground, hoisting it onto her back.

“Wait- what? B-but what about you? I can’t just leave you without!” I said pushing myself off the wall. 

She turned to smile back at me.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sir. I better get to class though, bye!” she waved before leaving the closet.

“Wai-” the door shut.

Damn.

Knowing I had no other classes for the rest of the day, I just slouched against the wall, sliding to sit on the floor. Still quite tired and out of breath, I closed my eyes and sat there for a while.  That girl is a wonder.

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[cahmilo]

Show them what you got | camilo m.

pairings: camilo madrigal x gn reader

genre: fluff

requested by: anonymous

summary: being in a relationship with a Madrigal may sometimes be hard. they were well-off, well-respected and were treated like royalty; which was something you were not. gossip and whispers kept you down and camilo hated it. one day, he proves them all wrong and gets you to do something you never even knew you were capable of doing.

"There they go again, what does Camilo even see in Y/N?"

"I heard Y/N's family is dating Camilo for the money"

"Do you think they deserve to be a Madrigal? They're so poor though"

"They're not even worth fighting for what do they have that I don't?"

Various words from the people acted like bullets shot to your heart, while it was common, it still had a toll on you. You, a normal villager in the Encanto, never really got any attention or eyes on you.

Not until Camilo Madrigal asked you out.

Yes, THE Camilo Madrigal. The resident shapeshifter, the town's sunshine, the village's happy pill, and the most social out of all the Madrigals. He was a blessing to you, and though it was hard to keep up a relationship with someone as well-respected as him, it was worth it.

Oftentimes Camilo would be offended for you over comments made by the people, who were they to insult the love of his life? As much as he just wanted to snap at them, you always held him back saying that 'it doesn't matter', when deep inside someone else with a gift of hearing gets heartbroken over your silent sobs every midnight.

Today was like any other normal day, you had your chores with Camilo and you played along with children and took care of them while their parents can't. It may be draining keeping up with a LOT of bundles of joy, the smiles on Camilo's face kept you energized and brightened up your dimming days.

While on your way home after the kids dispersed to their parents, Camilo insisted he watches the sunset with you on Casita's rooftop. On the way there however, didn't go your way.

Walking jolly across the mossy pavements of the village, Camilo held your hand and intertwined it with his, swaying it back and forth.

"Today was something huh?" He asked while panting. "I swear the more coffee Juancho drinks, the more hyper he's gonna be and he's still 7!"

"But you look adorable though chasing him all around" You cooed as Camilo grimaced sarcastically, rolling his eyes when you pinched his cheeks. Both of you were left to giggle, chatting about your usual days with Camilo cracking up a few jokes to make you laugh.

Not until you passed by a group of people your age, gossiping oddly really loudly.

"He's with them again" "Does he ever get tired of them? Cause I already have just even looking at their face" "Poor Camilo he deserves better-"

Your eavesdropping was cut short when you felt Camilo's hand grip tightly against yours. He was about to stomp towards them when you put a hand on his chest and looked at him in the eyes. It held anger, fury, his eyes were burning like flames having not used to such remarks about you. But the moment his eyes met yours, it immediately softened.

"No, Camilo" You whispered to him, "Don't make a fuss over me"

"But I should. They were clearly talking bad about you" He grit through his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows. Caressing the back of the palm with your thumb, you tried to ease him off and led him faster back to the Casita. With the live house seemingly used to your presence and sensing Camilo's anger, it immediately made stairs that led to the rooftop.

The sunset from the top is as beautiful as it would always be. You were lucky because the Madrigal's house was situated at the very top of the Encanto which makes it easier to see the sun set with its colorful hues and vibrancy. After you and Camilo settled in, you let him cuddle and position himself to your chest, caressing his hair and whispering soft tunes to make him calm down.

"Amor" He whispered softly, "How are you not bothered by what they all say?"

You pursed your lips, unable to think of coherent words that sums up your emotional abuse from them for the past months. "I- I don't know- I mean, to be honest, it does bother me but I try not to let it to."

You felt Camilo hum when you rested your chin over the crown of his head, your fingers fiddling with the curls on his hair. You took it as a sign to continue in an attempt to break the comfortable silence.

"Out of all the people, Camilo... why did you choose me?" You choked out a sob, afraid to break down to the love of your life. "There are many other people more attractive, and they even got more to offer to your family. I'm just, I'm poor, my family barely makes a living and if I were to be honest, I don't think such family should be tied to yours whom of which are the total opposite-"

Camilo has heard enough, he cut you off when he suddenly sat up to face you. He held both your wrists and let you face him with a stern look in his face. You can still slightly observed that he was offended, sad and angry at the same time. It was your talent and privilege from having to see this view everyday but this time, it was so full of negativity that you just wanted to hug and kiss his worries away.

"Look, Y/N" Camilo blankly said. It lowkey scared you because he was always the one with petnames or nicknames and knowing that he used your actual name, you could tell he was not joking around.

"None of that matters when I'm with you. When we met I didn't give a damn about your status or job or financial problems or anything else. What mattered was that I felt safe and sound around your mere presence and that was enough to let me know that it is you I want to spend the rest of my life with." Camilo softened his voice midway as he wiped a stray tear that escaped your glassy eyes. He held both your cheeks and leaned in, resting his forehead and nose against yours.

"You're everything I've been looking for, Y/N L/N. Nothing else is ever gonna make me change my mind. Not your bullies, not our families, not anything or anyone. You are the blessing given to me and every time I hold you, it would only make my family's magic wish it was stronger than what we have."

Every single word that came out from Camilo's mouth singlehandedly fixed every bullet hole shot by your bullies. It was as if he, too had a gift of healing. Breaking down your walls, you sobbed in his arms and it was now his turn to comfort and sing for you. Letting it all out, you dipped further into his embrace.

"Then what should I do to make it stop, Camilo?" You finally looked up at him. By the looks of it, he seemed perfectly fine and rested now. His train of thought led him to bring back his devilish grin. While holding you by the shoulders, he looked at you in the eye as he said,

"We're gonna show them what you got"

—

Later at night after Camilo brought you to your house, his mood suddenly brightened up the moment he kissed you goodbye. Practically stomping to Mirabel's room, he kicked the door open.

"MIRABEL!" The girl shot up from her table, startled from the loud screeching from her cousin. "What the hell, Camilo? What do you want?"

"I want you to make a dancing dress for Y/N that matches my ruana"

—

Whatever happened to Mirabel from the earlier encounter, also happened to Isabela.

"ISABELA!"

"Dios mio, What do you want Camilo?"

"Mirabel's making a grand dress for Y/N and I want you to decorate it with sunflowers."

—

Like a repeated record, Dolores was the unfortunate next victim for Camilo's mysterious antics.

"DOLORES!" Immediately, the girl covered her ears the moment the boy crashed into her room. "What is it now, Camilo?"

"Mirabel's making a dress for Y/N, Isabela is putting flowers all over it and I need your yellow headscarves and accessories for their hairstyle when they wear it"

"Okay sure, but what's the occasion?"

And that was how Dolores, the town's chismosa, was giddy enough to spill to her family that Camilo was planning something to show you off to the entire town.

—

"ABUELA!" Yes, even the poor old lady got her peaceful moment of silence interrupted by none other than her first male grandkid. With a sigh, she asked patiently. "Yes, Camilo?"

"We're having the celebratory anniversary of the Casita rebuild tomorrow night right?"

"Yes, the whole town is invited."

"Good!" Camilo said excitingly. He had a wide grin in his face that eventually Abuela also mirrored. Before she can ask, Camilo beat her to it,

"Can me and Y/N have a solo dance after the ceremony?"

—

"You want me to do what?!" You yelled as your face show disbelief. "A dance?! In front of everyone?!"

"YES!" Camilo said, holding your hands and shaking it excitedly. "I wanted to show you off to them, let your bullies see that you are much more than what they saw and since I'm forbidden to do violence, we'll show them a piece of their minds by giving them the best dance they've ever seen! They'll be so stunned and jealous they're never gonna mess with you ever again!

And just when you were about to whine, he grabbed your hand and literally dragged you to Mirabel's room. The boy had too much excitement that you couldn't disagree no more. If Camilo went all the way to bother all his family into preparing this all for you, it made you realize how special you are and how lucky you were to catch this boy's attention.

—

It was finally time for the celebration. As usual, Casita was packed. It was lively, bright, and full of music just as any Madrigal party goes. However, it was missing a few family members as they were too busy prepping you up for the dance.

The Madrigal girls all cooed at your now prepared appearance. Mirabel has sewn the most beautiful golden dress anyone has laid their eyes on, Isabella added flowers that accentuated your outfit, and Dolores neatly fixed your hair to prevent it from getting messed up during the dance. Though you were quite nervous, the girls reassured you and calmed you down while Camilo waits for you outside the Casita.

Walking out discreetly from the back of the Casita, you met Camilo who was waiting patiently for you. The moment his eyes laid on you, he felt like he was floating on cloud 9, his heart leaped with joy, his eyes glimmered against the moonlight and his hands shivered. If falling in love with someone happens multiple times, this count would be for infinity.

"You look amazing, amor." Camilo held your hand and pulled you closer. You let out a light laugh and kissed him in the cheek, feeling the heat radiating from the area as Camilo profusely got flustered. In an attempt to regain his consciousness, he linked his arm with yours .

"Shall we?"

—

Stares. Glares. Eyes on you.

But this time, it made you felt proud.

The same eyes that stared on your casual figure at the village turned into glares of jealousy the moment you and Camilo walked in to the center of the courtyard. With arms linked with his, numerous groups of teens your age pierced their glares through your heart, their mouths fiddling with whispers and gossips you couldn't hear.

But you didn't care, not yet.

Taking in the moment, you held your head up high with a wide smile that Camilo fell in love with; the same smile he saw when you were together at the river when you danced playfully for the first time.

The moment you danced once again with Camilo, it felt like you two were the only people in the world. He held you gracefully and spun you around with uttermost care. Only Camilo saw you dance, and this moment made him feel like heaven on earth. Being able to sway and carry you to his favorite tune in front of the entire village, showing to them that you were only his to care and he was yours to treasure,

It definitely proved your bullies wrong.

But they didn't give up. Throughout the entire dance, you can feel their piercing gazes from far away. No matter how much you tried to ignore it, you can still hear the whispers and jealous gossip flowing from their mouths and it still bothered you. Using up as much as you can to turn them away, you continued dancing with Camilo until it was the final end where you were dipped by him. He held your waist so gently and supported your neck with his other hand. His eyes? Straight towards you the entire time.

"Camilo, they're still glaring at me" You whispered to him.

"Who?"

"All the people that wanted you." He slowly turned his head only to see the same bullies that had intense gears of anger in their eyes dashing straight way towards you.

"Amor" Camilo went back to your gaze, asking for your attention. He made sure all your eyes were on him before he whispered to you,

"Then kiss me in front of all those who wanted me." He paused before he added in,

"Show all of them who I belong to."

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