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calswildflcwer · 2 years

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The Language Of Flowers

Pairing : Isabela x fem!reader

Warnings : Just pure fluff.

Plot : You decide to ask Isabela to teach you the meanings of different flowers so that you can make her a bouquet with a special meaning.

Pronouns used : she/her for Isabela, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This is super super rushed and just not very good at all, I apologise for that but I hope y’all enjoy it nonetheless or not, either one works lmao.

Other Madrigals taglist : @camilos-mivida, @try-cry-why-try, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @samiiika, @soumya-13, @moon-cakiie, @ignoremepeople37.

Isabela Madrigal. She was known to you. Of course she was known to you, all of your life you had been taught to be prim and proper, to stand straight, your shoulders firm and not drooped, your chin high. You had been taught to speak loud and clearly, to not mumble your words, to not whisper or speak under your breath. You had been taught to be perfect your whole life, the only person to ever understand your frustration was the oldest Madrigal grandchild, Isabela.

A year prior to the fall of Casita, you had shyly admitted your feelings to ‘señorita perfecta’. Unbeknownst to you, she was feeling the same way. However, neither of you could act upon your feelings due to her betrothal to Mariano Guzmán. The town's dorky hunk who often relied a little too much on his mother, so the pair of you kept your relationship a secret; never letting on that you were seeing each other, the only person who knew was Dolores.

Things had changed so much since then, Isabela was no longer expected to be perfect and the pair of you could finally be free. You wandered through the town hand in hand with Isabela, the sun shining down on your faces, you figured that her aunt must be having a good day. You let out a soft gasp, seeing a small flower sprouting from between the tiles of the sidewalk, “What’s that one mean?!” You asked, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Isabela eyed you, a slight twinkle shining in her eyes as she pushed her blue powder dyed hair over her shoulder to get a closer look at the flower in question, her eyes squinted slightly before a smile enhanced her features and she turned to you, “That’s a Hyacinthe, it means ‘your loveliness charms me’.” She let you know, you felt your cheeks heat up under her sweet doe eyed gaze. A soft smile played on the girl's lips as she leant forward to plant a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. Her hand moved to grip yours before dragging you down the street, “Come on, hermosa. Mami has probably finished preparing dinner now.” She grinned, dragging you towards Casita.

It was a week later, you sat cross legged on the flower covered floor of Isabela’s room, weaving the flower stalks in and around one another to make a little crown. Isabela flicked through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning word after word as she slouched across her bed. You stared across at her, watching as her pupils flicked back and forth across the words on the page, “Amor…” You began, slowly, hesitantly. She placed a bookmark between the pages of her book before placing it on a nearby table and locking her eyes on yours, sending you a small smile to continue on, “Would you, maybe, consider teaching me the meanings of the different flowers you grow?” You asked, cautiously.

A smile grew on the Madrigal girl’s face, “Y-you wanna learn more about my passion and gift?” She asked, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Sí… I-I mean if you don’t mind, of course.” You responded.

Isabela’s smile grew wider, “I would love to, mi vida!” She exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily.

You smiled, rising to your feet and heading towards where she slouched on her bed, you sat beside her and placed the flower crown on her head, slightly framing the hair around her face as you did. You crossed your legs in front of you, she sat opposite you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before leaning over and grabbing a book from a nearby vine, she opened it up and you saw drawings of all different flowers. You eyed it in awe, your hand stroked down the page slightly, “Did you draw these?” You asked.

Isabela nodded, “I did,” she smiled, “let’s get started.” She spoke as she began pointing to the different flowers within the sketchpad.

It was two weeks later, you smoothed down your dress and took a deep breath before heading towards the casita, a bouquet of flowers in hand.

The doors flew open as you approached, Isabela stood on the balcony at the top of the stairs, a soft smile on her face, “Hey amor, back for another flower lesson?” She smiled down at you.

“Uh, no,” You mumbled, “I er… I got you these.” You told her, gesturing to the bouquet.

“(Name), you know she can grow those herself?” Camilo scoffed from the doorway of the dining room.

“Y-yeah, I know she can. I jus-” You mumbled.

“Camilo, shut up. Don’t you have a girlfriend to go and meet up with?” Isabela cocked a brow, folding her arms over her chest.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the way Camilo’s cheeks flushed red and his eyes grew wide before watching as he jogged out of the door, you turned your eyes back to Isabela; watching as she floated down on a vine. Your eyes were wide in awe as her feet planted safely on the floor and she stood in front of you, a smile graced her lips as she glanced between you and the bouquet.

“I… Uh, I guess Milo had a point, huh?” You shrugged.

“Ignore mi estúpido primo,” she told you, stroking a thumb down your cheeks, “you really did this for me?” She asked, gesturing to the bouquet in your hands.

“Y-yeah, I guess I did. I just… uh, I guess I wanted to know the meanings of different flowers to make you a special bouquet. I was going to write a letter but I… I didn’t know what to write and I know that flowers are something you’re passionate about so I took my lack of imagination and originality and your love of flowers and decided to combine them into a little letter for you to let you know my feelings for you.” You explained, feeling yourself getting flustered the longer you spoke.

You lifted your head to see a grinning Isabela, you furrowed your brows, “W-why are you grinning like a Cheshire Cat?” You asked, covering the soft smile on your face behind the flowers.

“Because you’re adorable!” She grabbed the flowers, pulling them out of your grasp, ignoring your flustered state.

“Stop it.” You sighed, hiding your face behind your hands. You eyed her through your fingers as she smiled at you before staring down at the flowers, she eyed them before beginning to pull each flower out one by one as you dropped your hands back to your side, “red chrysanthemum means ‘I love you’,” she spoke as she plucked the red flower out and placed it behind your ear, “daisy means ‘loyal love’,” she let you know, pulling the white flower from the bouquet, “morning glory means ‘affection’, red rose means ‘I love you’, dwarf sunflower means ‘adoration’, yellow tulips means ‘there’s sunshine in your smile’, white lily means ‘my love is pure’, alyssums mean ‘worth beyond beauty’, dahlias mean ‘a lasting bond and commitment’, red tulips represent ‘true love’.” She listed off the other flowers in the bouquet.

She placed her hands on either side of your cheeks and stared in awe, “You’re not unoriginal, baby. This was original and adorable and I love it!” She cooed, pressing a soft kiss to your cheeks. She grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the kitchen with her where she placed the bouquet in a vase of water, placing it on the table in the corner beside her favourite cactus.

“I love you so much, (name).” She told you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss before leaning forward and pressing your forehead against hers,

“I love you too, Señorita perfecta.” You grinned.

~ Hey all! So here’s a super quick and super rushed Isabela drabble fic. As I said in a previous post, I’m gonna be switching to writing for my OC’s now and maybe Monster High but there may still be a few Encanto surprise fics thrown out there, there’ll also be some Carlos x oc fics written too. Anyways, lemme know what you think of this little shitshow of a minific lmao 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe! Mwah! 💖

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wyntr-thyms-2sh1ne · 6 months

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El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino

The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel Madrigal.

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

You didn’t complain.

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

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

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

Until the magic completely failed.

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

It did.

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

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

Bruno.

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

Her tío Bruno.

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

“So master Bruno is awkward?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You knew she was talking about your mom and dad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More so, completely flipped around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

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grimyandereencantosimp · 1 year

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Can u do yandere Isabella x outsider fem reader who isnt from encanto and was just wandering in the mountains and she came to encanto and met Isabella and now she wants to leave to go back to her family

Forever (Yandere Isabela x outsider! Fem! reader)

Tw: Kidnapping, schadenfrede (search it up.), unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

You slowly heaved your way up the mountain, you stopped, finally making your way up the big piece of grass and dirt.

You were in awe, a beautiful village, almost perfect. A wide town, little houses mostly covering it. Some farmland as well, then a enourmous house that towered over the town. Like some castle in a fairytale.

You were careful on your way down, being careful not to slip or trip on anything.

Once making your way down the very steep slope, you decided to explore the village. To see what was there.

You then saw something that amazed you, a girl, a very beautiful girl in a purple dress. With dark choclate skin, and luscious dark brown hair. Ombraes of flowers sprouting from her hands, you weren't normally the type of gal who liked flowers. But this was amazing. You had never seen anything like it.

The woman and you suddenly locked eyes, you quickly looked away. Breaking the contact. But you could of swore she smiled at you, or winked.

You quickly snapped from your thought, when a finger softly tapped your shoulder. You turned around to see the same girl from last time, "are you okay?"

'Seriously? Thats your first question?! "Am I okay?" I'm not but-'

"Yea, I'm ok. Why do you ask?" You awkwardly replied back, only slightly being able to make eye contact. "Well, when I looked over to you, you looked a little confused." Isabela said bluntly, "oh well. Um. I'm not really around from here, I am a explorer. And I was climbing over the hills, and discovered this place." You explained, "so you're a outsider..." She said a little disgusted or just shocked, "is,something wrong with that?" You asked concerned, "oh no. There's nothing wrong with it, it's just we've never had someone come over the hills before." Isabela said looking down with slight worry, "why?" You asked. "Well, you see. These hills were created to protect us, well the whole village. And no one was meant to come out, or in." "Oh, I apologize! Do you want me to leave?" You asked with a slight sweat, "NO!" Isabela blurted out, "pardon?" You asked confused at the outburst, "my apologies." She quickly continued,

'ok?' You thought, a little weirded out.

"As a welcoming to the encanto, (the name of the town) would you like to come to my house for dinner?" Isabela offered kindly, completely calm now. "What about your-" she cut you off, "they will be fine with it. Trust me!" "O-okay then..." "See you at 7:00?" "Sure." "See you then!"

(Later on.)

You approached the big house slowly, a little nervous. Who knew what the family would think of you? Some random outsider who trespassed into their village, they could hate you for all you knew.

You knocked on the door gently, the door then opening on it's own.

'Wow, ok. Even a magic house, what doesn't she have?'

You then took a step into the house, suddenly it then shifted it's tiles like treadmill. Making you move, you didn't know where you were going until you saw Isabela pop out of nowhere in front of you. "(Y/n), you're finally here! Come, follow me." She bent her fingers in a motion to follow, she lead you to the dining room. Where all her family members sat, "please take a seat (y/n!)." Alma said bringing her hand out, pointing to the two empty seats, one for Isabela, and one for you.

You and Isabela both sat, you tapped your fingers gently on your thigh. Still nervous, Alma suddenly spoke.

"So (y/n), what brought you to the encanto?"

'Isabela told her...at least she isn't being rude about it.'

"Well I am a explorer, so. I found the hills and decided to climb them. And then found this place, I understand if you think if I'm a tresspasser." You spoke with complete understanding in your voice.

Alma had a shocked expression on her face, you could tell because of how wide her eyes were open. And her mouth was gaping open slightly.

"(Y/n) we don't think you're a tresspasser at all,-" Alma replied with a kind yet not bright voice.

"Y-you don't?" You asked looking up with disbelief on your face. "We don't at all think you're a tresspasser!" Isabela chimed in, attempting to brighten the mood.

"Thank you so much for understanding!" You said with a bright expression your face.

"You're welcome (y/n), now shall we eat?" Alma annouced to the family, everyone then digging into their food.

(After the dinner.)

After you had gotten to know the madrigals, they had offered for you to stay the night, since you had nowhere to sleep for the night. You of course took the offer and slept there, oh but that would be your biggest regret...

The sun shined onto your skin, as you heaved your backpack onto your back. Tying your shoelaces on your boots. You smiled ready to leave, to see your family once again. But as you went to open the door to the casita to leave, it wouldn't allow you to. "Casita, please let me out! I have to leave!" You quietly demanded, you pulled again. Your brows furrowing, the door wouldn't budge.

"Going somewhere?" You heard Isabela's voice say, in a sickly sweet tone. You turn around to see Isabela, at a snap of a finger, you were now in thorned vines. Wiggling, attempting to escape. But knowing you couldn't, you stopped.

Isabela then walked over to you, evilly smirking. "Isabela why are you doing this?!" You asked loudly, "because I'm making you mine." Isabela replied simply, you started to thrash around again. The vines only squeezing tighter. Isabela enjoying pain she gave you, the tiny thorns poking into your skin.

"Isabela, please, just let me go!" You begged, "nope." She replied with a sweet tone of voice, with evil tracing her tongue. "You're mine now, forever..."

(Damn this was long, lol.)

#Isabela madrigal #Yandere Isabela #Isabela x reader #Yandere Isabela x reader #Encanto #Yandere encanto #Encanto x reader #Yandere encanto x reader #ask #Fem reader #Yandere #yandere x reader

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isabeeelaaa · 2 years

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Mirabel catching her best friend and Isabela kissing:

Mirabel: when did this happen?

Isabela: nothing's happening

Y/N: Woah. Hold on. Something's kind of happening

Mirabel: well if that's the case, shoot me

Y/N: Yeah, Isabela. I don't know what you were doing, grabbing and kissing me like that. I'm a little surprised myself... really, Isa? *walks away*

Isabela: *blushing*

#isabelamadrigal #encanto isabela #isabela encanto #isabela my beloved #isabela x reader #isabela madrigal x fem reader #encanto x reader #the family madrigal #familia madrigal #disney encanto #mirabel madrigal

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lythea-creation · 2 years

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

The Brightest Star - Mirabel Madrigal x fem reader

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

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

warnings: panic attack, homophobia

word count: 1.767

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom?”, I called out silently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey”, I greeted him back laughing.

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

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

Julieta simply smiled at me and handed me an Arepa.

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

“In the kitchen”, she informed me.

I thanked her again before heading in the said direction.

Mirabel appeared to be busy mixing several ingredients together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How can you be so optimistic?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you”, mom replied with a smile.

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

But so far it could be worse.

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel was obviously shocked at their statements.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reluctantly he let go.

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

“Hey, are you okay?”, she worried.

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

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

I desperately wanted to get out of this state.

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

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

It was difficult to process her words.

“Let's remove your shoes, okay?”

She helped me out of my shoes.

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

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

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

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

“We went hiking”, I recalled panting.

“Exactly. What else?”

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

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

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

“Just do it.”

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

“Again.”

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

“Feeling better?”, she wondered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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roxylexie01 · 2 years

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Her favorite rose (part 2)

I'm sorry it took me so long to finish this, but life got in the way as usual. Again, it's nothing special, just wanted to get this out of my chest and share it. It's possible I'll write more of Isa and Rosa in the future. But I'll post everything on ao3 and put the link of the new stuff here, it's faster😅 Hope you enjoy.💕

Link to part 1

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The next morning Isabela was trying so hard to grin and bear during breakfast with her family, even when abuela started talking of her engagement with Mariano, again.

But she reached her breaking point when...

"He wants five babies." Dolores said, listening to the Guzmans with her gift.

Isabela froze, eyes wide with shock.

Oh, hell no.

There was no way she was going to do that. Was Dolores messing with her? She hoped she was. However, knowing even a little Mariano, those could very well be his words.

She needed to get away from here, now.

She got up from the table before abuela could stop her and talk, for the hundredth time, about how good this marriage would be for both of their families.

Isabela hurried into town, heading to the hat shop. Rosabel's family hat shop where her girlfriend worked, to be precise. At this hour the shop was usually empty and Isa knew that Rosa was on duty today.

The doorbell above Isabela rang as she entered ready to greet her lover, but she stopped in her tracks. There was a customer inside that was talking to Rosabel. A young man probably the same age as Mariano.

That was fine. She could wait until he leaved. Meanwhile Isabela pretended to look at the hats on display.

She was looking at a sombrero vueltiao, when a sentence from the young man caught her attention.

"I would like to treat you too dinner. Are you free this saturday?"

Isabela almost choked with her own saliva.

"Keep calm, maybe he meant as friends." tried to reason Isabela.

"I wanted to go on a date with you for a while now."

Okay, he didn't mean as friends, but that's still fine. Isa knows Rosa can take care of herself really well against this type of situation.

"I'm afraid I'm already busy this saturday." Rosabel said with a glacial tone, which should have given the idea to the guy to leave and never return.

"Oh, okay. What about sunday?" he continued unperturbed.

"I'm afraid I'm busy every day of the week from now until my death. Now, if you may-"

"Oh c'mon, I'm just asking for one date, not to marry you! Just give me a chance!" he loudly protested.

Now, that was not fine.

"He's the insisting kind of guy, ugh." thought Isabela. She hated those. Why couldn't they take a hint and just leave instead of making things harder?!

Isabela saw Rosabel's expression harden and she knew her girlfriend had everything under control.

"I made pretty clear that I said no. I have to ask you to leave the shop, sir." her glacial tone still in use and it was even more glacial if possible.

The young man grumbled indistinctly under his breath while he stormed towards the door. Just as he was crossing the threshold, he tripped over a root that appeared out of nowhere, which disappeared in the blink of an eye. He went flying across the front door, landing on his face just outside.

"Ow, did you get hurt? My mother Julieta is giving arepas in the plaza! Hurry up or there will be nothing left! You're welcome, bye forever!" Isabela shouted at him closing the door in his face full of scratches.

She turned to Rosabel, who was watching her with amusement.

"Subtle." Rosa smirked at her.

"That I was." Isa shrugged innocently.

Rosa, still smiling, shaked her head. Isabela placed a kiss on Rosabel's cheek, near the jawline.

"Seriously though, did something happen? I know you don't act reckless unless something upsetted you." Rosabel asked, watching Isabela with a worried face.

"You mean besides that irritating excuse of a man who tried to ask you out?"

"Sí, besides him. It takes more than that to make you lose control." Rosabel took Isa's hand "What is it?"

Isabela sighed. Rosa seemed always able to look past all her facades.

"Mariano is going to propose to me tonight."

Rosa run her thumb on the back of Isa's hand, her eyes fixated on her girlfriend.

"What else?" she asked, knowing that wasn't all.

Rosabel swore she could almost see the aura of nervousness around Isabela. The eldest Madrigal took a deep breath.

"According to what Dolores heard, if she wasn't messing with me that is, he wants five babies." an anxious shiver run through Isa.

Rosa squeezed Isabela's hand and said with a dead serious face "Not if I cut his dick off first-"

"Rosa!"

"What?"

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Rosabel blended into the crowd that was forming outside the house of the Madrigals.

The townspeople were waiting patiently and in religious silence, holding up the sign ¡Felicidades! all ready to make their congratulations.

Rosabel was pacing in the back, not knowing what to do with herself. As much as she wanted to waltz in and proclaim: "This marriage must not take place!" she knew she couldn't. Her and Isa agreed to let things make their course and she would keep her promise. Although she couldn't help but feel stuck and impotent.

A commotion from inside the house got her attention. After a few seconds the windows bursted open and everyone cheered, only to assist at a literal rainstorm inside the house.

Rosa watched in astonishment, not understanding what was happening.

Mariano and his mother ran out of the house surpassing the crowd. Rosabel catched a glimpse of the man with a hand on his nose.

Rosabel was getting more and more confused by the second, but pleased at the same time to know that something might have gone wrong.

A moment later Alma Madrigal stood in the doorway, frantically yelling something about the magic and how everything was fine and slamming the door shut right afterwards.

Yup, something definitely went wrong.

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Isabela was estatic.

She barely got any sleep after that disastrous dinner, but she couldn't care less about it.

Her engagement with Mariano could be considered over after the latest events of that night, all because of her little sister.

Isabela was still stressed out about abuela and what the matriarch would do to fix everything. Right now Alma Madrigal was on her way to talk to the townspeople and, most likely, to the Guzmans.

She was really trying not to think about it, but the fear of her act falling apart and letting her exposed for the first time in years was getting stronger and stronger. She stopped in her tracks to take some deep breaths, in and out, trying to calm herself down and don't hyperventilate.

Ugh, why does Mirabel need to make my life harder than it already is?!

Not that Mirabel or anyone else knew about it. They very much obviously weren't supposed to. And she wasn't actually angry, not quite... what she felt was a little more complex and hard to describe. Yes, she was glad of the ruined proposal. At the same time she was less satisfied with abuela's disappointment for the turn out of it, even if said disappointment wasn't directed at her but at her sister.

Isabela pretending to be the perfect daughter had been a choice she had been forced to take, but nevertheless took it herself. Just like it was always meant to be... a burden she carried alone.

She didn't want to think about that right now though. She needed to escape for a bit.

That's why she was in her usual dress so early in the morning. She was getting ready to sneak out and go to Rosabel's house to tell her the news herself.

Isabela was using her bed to reach the upper window, but she froze in place when she heard her room's door opening and a voice.

"Isa? Heeeyyy..."

Mirabel.

Damn it. What did her sister wanted from her now? Couldn't she wait a couple of hours?

She guessed it couldn't be helped. Isabela putted on a pissed off face and made her presence known.

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Rosabel was slowly getting ready for the day. She didn't have anything important to do today, being her free day from work during the week.

Maybe she could go see Isabela and find out what happened yesterday evening. Okay, she was kind of half lying to herself, 'cause that was more of an excuse to just see her girlfriend. She missed her already.

Rosabel had just walked outside when a bunch of unidentified plants suddenly grew all around her. No, not just around her, they grew everywhere! The whole town was covered in plants of all kinds!

Rosabel got a closer look. It seemed like most of them where succulents plants.

This was Isabela's doing for sure. Rosa knew Isa's always been fascinated by these kind of plants, but reluctant to grow them herself, fearing abuela's reaction.

As Rosabel walked on the main street she met many confused townspeople, who were trying to clean a path through the multiple plants covering the tiled floor.

That didn't last long though, because in a matter of seconds the plants dissolved by themselves.

And then something, sort of like an earthquake, shaked the Encanto.

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Casita crumbled before their eyes with Mirabel still inside. A rush of panic and fear moved all the Madrigals in a frantic search for her. The first to find her was Julieta, who made sure her daughter was not injured. Which she wasn't thanks to Casita that protected her until the end.

In that moment Rosabel came running towards the remains of La Casa Madrigal. Her eyes darting all over the place to locate her lover.

Then she saw her.

Away from everyone else, almost hiding in a corner, Isabela was sitting on her knees on the ground with an empty expression on her face. Rosabel sprinted in her direction, worried sick, and dropped to the ground in front of the girl without a second thought.

"Isa! Isa, are you okay?!" Rosabel took Isabela's face in her hands. "Mi amor, you aren't hurt, are you?"

Isabela's lucid eyes didn't move from the ground while giving an imperceptible shake of the head. She didn't seem to be completely in the present as she distractedly glaced at the house ruins and her family.

"I'm a failure."

Rosabel was taken aback by that "What?"

"I don't wanna be constantly perfect anymore... I'm so sick of it..." Isabela looked down at her hands "I also lost my powers and that was the only thing everybody was really interested in." a single tear left her right eye "I am nothing now... and if you don't want to be with me anymore, I understand-"

"¿De qué diablos estás hablando?" Rosabel cutted her off. "I'd sure be nuts to even think of leaving you for something like that!"

"But-"

"No buts." her voice firm "I love you, Isabela. And I'll do everything I can to show it to you every single day until you'll have me."

Green met hazel.

Rosa's determined expression screamed the truthfulness of her vow to Isa.

Isabela felt overwhelmed with love and hugged Rosabel as tightly as she could. This girl with a golden heart was her other half and she couldn't be happier.

After a couple of seconds, Rosabel helped Isabela get up from the ground.

"I like your new style by the way." Rosa said, grinning. Isa's cheeks flushed a little.

Suddenly, Julieta's voice brought the attention of everyone back. When nobody was watching Mirabel had vanished.

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After Mirabel reunited with her family, a chorus of voices could be heard approaching the twelve members of La Casa Madrigal. On the first line of villagers, along with Mariano, his mother and señor Osvaldo, was Rosabel leading everyone to the Madrigals.

She joined her hands with Isabela's as soon as she arrived in front of her.

"Let us help you now." she said.

Isa gave her a grateful look.

As everyone got to work Isabela stopped Rosabel on her tracks.

"I didn't get the chance to tell you before." Isabela began to speak. "The engagement is cancelled for good, all thanks to Mirabel." she finished with a wide smile.

Rosabel was so happy and relieved to hear that her suspects from the night before were right, that she didn't notice Isabela leaning in to lock their lips in a passionate kiss, in front of everyone. A kiss Isa waited long enough to share with the woman she choose to love, finally completely careless of the judgment of others.

All around them could be heard people who stopped working, gasping and watching them with surprise and shock.

Felix, Pepa, Julieta and Agustín watched the moment with astonished silence. Agustín was the first to wore a big and approving smile for his daughter along with a thumbs up for extra support. Julieta, Pepa and Felix followed his lead with enthusiasm.

Camilo deduced something was up by Isabela's being completely uninterested in Mariano or any other guy for that matter. Good for her.

Dolores let out a happy squeak, not surprised for obvious reasons. She was relieved that it wasn't a secret anymore and glad to see her prima finally with her soulmate.

Even Bruno didn't look much surprised at all. Has he kept some details of Isabela's future vision hidden perhaps?

Mirabel and Luisa cheered loudly without hesitation, both radiant with joy for their older sister.

Little Antonio was happy for his prima since she looked happy kissing the other girl, did he need some other reason? He didn't think so.

Abuela blinked a few times with her head slightly tilted to the side, almost as if she was seeing things. It was certainly a new development, but she clearly saw the unconditional love between the two girls. The same love her and Pedro shared. She smiled.

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It was only natural for Rosabel to invite Isabela to stay at her place, until her girlfriend's house wasn't ready and livable once again.

The reconstruction took some time and Rosabel certainly wasn't complaining since she got to spend a lot of time with Isabela. They easily got used to a daily routine together. They would wake up, have breakfast, get to work in town and at Casita, hangout hand in hand through the streets of the Encanto and so on.

They had the chance to experiment what their married life would be like after all, why not take it?

Rosabel, Isabela and Mirabel got to help Dolores confess to Mariano at some point. They shared happy high fives for their success when the two love birds leaved together arm in arm.

In the meantime, Rosabel has been growing on her own and in secret a little cactus to gift to Isabela. She wanted her to know that she loved her no matter what. Meanwhile Isabela was perfecting her gardening skills now that she couldn't grow the plants herself. Even if not for long since, always thanks to Mirabel, the whole family would get their gifts back, but let's not get to that just yet.

One day Rosabel approached her with a little cactus in a pot.

"I heard you like cactus." she said jokingly but also with sweetness in her tone, offering the plant to Isabela.

"I like its spikes, so different from all the soft petals I'm used to." confessed Isa, thanking Rosa and taking the pot in her hands with a warm smile.

"Lucky me then, roses also have thorns." Rosa winked at Isa, making her blush like it was the first time.

The end.

#encanto #encanto isabela #encanto isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x original female character #isabela madrigal x fem!oc #isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x oc #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #isabela x reader #isabela x y/n

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justanisabelakinnie · 2 years

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UGH

I fucking hate the Camilo fandom empire.

My friend wants Pepa x fem!reader but can’t find any so I’m looking for some for her and geez it’s no wonder she can’t, I look it up on Tumblr and it’s pure Camilo x fem!reader!!!

I have better luck when it comes to Isabela x fem!reader fics and even then I still get bombarded with Camilo x fem!reader fics. Meanwhile the ratio of Camilo x fem! reader and Pepa x fem!reader fics when I search up the LATTER is like...10:1.

It’s like...it’s just...

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thedelusionreaderbitch · 2 years

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As pride month is in like two hours just thought I'd let you guys know I will have a pride 2022 masterlist that will be updated throughout the month! It will not have any of the fics that are on last years pride month masterlist but it will have fics from 2021/2022 that are not on there so fics that I've already written! Obviously almost fic everything I'm posting this month will be lgbtq related but I think I have a couple set to post that aren't so (again) obviously those won't go on there!

Also requests are open for anything gay!

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immortalme123 · 1 year

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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

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Cuando la veo (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

And yet, you were alone again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Felix-"

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

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

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

"But?"

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

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

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

"Juli-"

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

"The fights?"

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

"He did something to you?" he asked carefully

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

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

"But have you fought?"

"..Yeah"

"About what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...No"

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

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

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

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

"Julieta!"

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

"Yes mom?" she obediently asked

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

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

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

"Thank you dear"

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

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

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

"Sure" he returned her smile.

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

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

"Thank you, tía" you answered softly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#reader insert #x reader #reader #fem reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal #julieta x reader #julieta my beloved #encanto x reader #encanto imagine #Encanto #cuando la veo #clv

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vampwritesstuff · 1 year

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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.

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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

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camilosnovia · 1 year

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Can I request a madrigal family (platonic): when the reader have a obsession on being perfect (Example: like Isabela, everyone wants Y/N to be perfect, they getting forced to get married) even though they’re suffering on the inside? Please?

Perfection

Chef note: I’m alive!!

Pairs: Madrigal Family x Fem!Reader

Platonic!

Genre: Drabble and Angst

"Be on your best behavior" They said.

When are you not? Never. You are never.

"Be kind, act like a lady, always smile and gently wave" They said.

You’ve always done that, ever since you’ve received your gift.

You’ve had an obsession of being perfect, you never wanted to disappoint your family.

You wish that you could just end this stupid obsession and be the woman you want to be.

But no, that would never happen as they continued to pressure you.

You never fail to impress anyone, you don’t disagree anyone.

Your obsession was so bad you started to slowly forget who you were and where you were.

You started to think you were a character given the role of being perfect 24/7 in a TV show made for people’s entertainment.

Perfection was your entire personality.

After your failed attempts you’d break down in your room.

You’d cry for hours to come and cry until there were no more tears left to shed.

You had lost all hope into ending your obsession.

#wisteria café #encanto #encanto x reader #disney #disney x reader #disney encanto #disney encanto x reader #madrigal family #madrigal family x reader

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sp-ce-doll · 2 years

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"I'm not coming to dinner tonight."

Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Request from @bloody-bunni666

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama,” Bruno said just above a whisper.

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

Bruno took a breath and let it out.

“I’m not coming to dinner tonight.”

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

“What?” Alma asked in complete shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, mama,” Bruno said.

***

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

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

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

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

Bruno frowned. Did you forget about their date?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ay, I’m dizzy,” he said.

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

***

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

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

“Knock, knock,” you said.

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

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

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

“Bruno is stupid,” he said.

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

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

“He ruins everything,” he responded.

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

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

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

“Ruin what, Hernando?”

Bruno pulled off his hood and sighed.

“Did I ruin my chance with you?”

You could cry, he was so sweet.

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you’re beautiful too.”

#krissy stop #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x chubby reader #encanto bruno #encanto #bruno x reader #encanto bruno x reader #encanto fanfic

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