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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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Turn It Down ! ~ Part Two
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Pairing : Madrigals x fem!reader (platonic).
Warnings : Foul language, cussing, feeling bad, hurt, self worry, overwhelming emotions, anxiety, panic attacks, hating her gift, disliking Abuela, parentless child.
Plot : When you were adopted into the Madrigal family, you were beyond lucky. You had a place to call home, you had a place to belong. You received a gift at age five, just like every other Madrigal kid, however, it feels more like a curse. And when the casita falls, your own feelings surprise even you.
Pronouns used : she/her for reader, all other respectable pronouns for Madrigals.
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 : Think this’ll be around 3-4 parts but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.
Madrigal taglist : @samiiika, @try-cry-why-try, @camilos-mivida, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @soumya-13.
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It didn’t take long for you to begin hating your gift. Not just around the town, but also at home. And now? Now you didn’t have your papá to let you know that he understood or to tell you that everything was going to be okay. No, he left. He left so many years ago now.
You were now fifteen. Mirabel, Camilo and Carlos were all thirteen, they were in their rebellious teen phases but none of them really knew what you were going through. Luisa was seventeen and constantly throwing herself into work just to prove to Abuela that she was good enough. Antonio was three and was always babbling to you about something, that’s where your gift came in handy, you could let Pepa know what the baby was trying to say before he could form proper sentences- you’d done the same with Mira, Cami and Carlos when they were toddlers. Pepa and Julieta had no bad feelings or thoughts towards you, whenever you heard their thoughts they were usually worrying about you; you would always hear ‘I hope (name)’s okay’ and ‘she never leaves her room anymore, I wonder how she is’. It was sweet. Dolores and Isabela were both nineteen, Isabela tried to help you as much as she could but admittedly, that wasn’t all that much considering she had to keep up her señorita perfecta act… Dolores was the only person left there to understand you, given that your gifts were both eerily similar. She knew exactly how you felt and she would always come into your room and try to have talks with you; she was your favourite person in the whole family since Bruno had left.
And abuela? She grew to hate you. It didn’t take long, especially after Bruno left. You were forbidden from talking about your father, you were forbidden from even so much as mentioning his name. It frustrated you. Her thoughts about you were the worst. They were so much worse than those of the villagers, their thoughts were just that you were weird and they didn’t wanna be around you, but your Abuela? It was your Abuela’s thoughts that sent you in a downward spiral of anxiety and panic attacks and everything else. Whenever you came out of your room, her thoughts were the loudest, they were the first ones that would come to you; ‘(Name) is useless.’ ‘I hope (name) doesn’t ruin the dinner with the Gonzalez family tonight!’ ‘(Name) is too emotional, even worse than Pepa.’ ‘(Name) doesn’t care about this family, she’s just like Bruno.’
She made you want to scream. The thoughts you heard sometimes became too much and it burned you out and made your panic attacks more frequent, you didn’t really have anything to ground you or to bring you back to reality. The thoughts you heard made you become very emotional and upset and made you want to scream so much that you often had a panic attack around the table due to the emotions that you felt.
You were currently sat in your bedroom, sitting at your desk, your head was resting against your hand as you absentmindedly drew on a piece of paper that sat on your desk. ‘I love you, mija.’ You suddenly heard. You shook it off, continuing to draw.
You’d been hearing Bruno’s thoughts for years, even when you were in your bedroom which didn’t make sense considering your gift didn’t work in your room unless the person thinking it was in your room at the time. You figured that your mind had made it up due to you missing him so much, he was the one person that kept you grounded during your panic attacks, he always knew how to get you out of them.
You had your first panic attack six months after your fifth birthday, Bruno found you struggling for breath and clutching your chest with tears down your eyes, it scared the life out of you.
Bruno immediately recognised that it was a panic attack, him being a sufferer of them himself. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheeks and making you focus on him. “Mija, mija, listen to me.” He told you. You stared him, your eyes searching his face frantically as he stared at you. “I need you to focus on my voice, okay. Just focus on me! Don’t focus on your surroundings, don’t focus on anything else. Focus on me okay, focus on me!” He spoke frantically as you nodded in understanding. “Okay, I need you to use your senses okay. This’ll help ground you, cariño. Use your eyes, focus on something and tell me the colour, tell me if it’s bright or dull, give me details about it.” He told you.
Your eyes found his ruana, “I-it’s green a-and has hourglasses on it. It’s d-dull and dirty.” You spoke.
An offended expression crossed his face but he shrugged it off, “Okay, now touch. What does it feel like? Is it soft or rough? Is it heavy or light? What does the fabric feel like?” He asked you.
You reached out, clutching the ruana in your fists as you kept your focus on it, “It’s soft a-and it’s light, really light and thin.” You let him know.
“Okay, now what do you hear? Focus on your hearing, what do you hear, niña?” He asked you, stroking his thumb down your cheek as he cupped your face.
“I-I hear Carlos and Camilo fighting. I can hear rain hitting the window. I-I can hear Isabela and Abuela talking.” You told him.
You breathing was starting to slow down as Bruno moved on to the final sense, “Well done, mija, now smell. Tell me what you can smell.” He told you.
“I can smell tia Julieta cooking arepas and… And I can smell the lavender scent from my clothes. And I can smell… I can smell the roses that Isabela grew for me yesterday.” You told him, you breathing finally going back to normal as he pulled you into him fully.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head against his shoulder, he combed his long fingers through your hair, “Well done, mija.” He let out a sigh of relief as he held you tightly. He could feel your tears hitting his neck as the tears from before continued sliding down your face.
That was the scariest moment of both yours and Bruno’s lives. Your first panic attack. And they’ve only become more regular but you had continued to use his trick and use your senses to ground yourself.
You heard a knock at your bedroom door before glancing over your shoulder, your door was pushed open and Dolores walked in, “Hola (name). Abuela says that dinner is ready.” She let you know.
You nodded, standing up and smoothing out the green dress you were wearing; it matched the colour of your fathers ruana. You headed out of your bedroom and began walking downstairs, closing your eyes; trying to block out the thoughts that were coming from Abuela.
Why did hers always seem to be the loudest? Was it because hers were the worst thoughts? Was it because she hated you the most?
‘I’m proud of you, mija.’ There it was again. Your papás thoughts.
You didn’t care that this was just in your mind. You didn’t care that these weren’t his real thoughts, he was long gone. You had to have made him up in your mind due to missing him so much but even if this was just all in your head, it still brought a smile to your face, knowing that your father was still with you, even if it was only in your thoughts.
You walked into the dining room, taking a deep breath as you took your place beside Dolores. Abuela’s eyes glossed over you but she didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. Her thoughts said it all. ‘Oh great, she’s out of her room. She better not ruin this dinner like she does with every other one.’ Your eyes focused on your plate, relaying all of the colours and the patterns on it. Your hands gripped the table, telling yourself that it was hard and that the wood was smooth and freshly polished. You then focused on your hearing, immediately hearing the clanking of cutlery against plates. You then focused on your smell, instantly smelling the meal that Juli had made; avocados, rice and a smell of arepas in the distance. You took a deep breath, calming down from the panic attack that you knew was oncoming previously.
Dolores placed her hand on top of yours and gave it a tight squeeze. You sent her an appreciative smile before filling your plate, trying to drown out Abuela’s thoughts. ‘Can’t she just leave mi hija alone!’ You heard your father again, a soft smile graced your features as you began eating.
You were about to retreat back to your room once dinner was over but you were stopped by the twins, “(Name), come and hang outside with us! It’s better than staying in your bedroom all the time!” Camilo grinned at you as Mirabel quickly stood beside you, linking her arm with yours.
“I… I don’t know.” You began.
“Come on, prima. Chico de oro is right, you can’t stay cooped up in your bedroom all the time.” Carlos told you.
You stared between the three of them, a soft sigh left your lips as you nodded in defeat; seeing the pleading eyes of the younger teens. “Fine!” You groaned, letting your cousins drag you out of the house.
They dragged you to the town centre where you noticed a hopscotch path on the floor, you frowned before turning to your cousins, “You brought me out here to play hopscotch?” You laughed, cocking a brow.
“No, we brought you out here to get you away from that puta-” Carlos began.
“Carlos!” Camilo warned, glaring at him.
Carlos held his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, I mean Abuela.” He cocked a brow.
“You know how Carlos feels about Abuela, I mean he did try to blow the candle out for not giving me a gift.” Mirabel chuckled.
You nodded, “I know. Abuela was so angry that Dolores had to cover her ears when she was yelling at him.” You laughed.
Carlos laughed along with you, nodding his head. “You know, (name). That’s the first time we’ve seen you happy in a while.” Camilo told you as the three of you started playing the hopscotch that the kids had drawn.
You stopped when you heard Abuela’s thoughts again, ‘she’s so useless. Why can’t she control herself!’ You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, almost falling over as you took another hop.
The younger teens quickly caught you, stopping your from colliding with the pavement. “Are you okay, prima?!” Mirabel asked worriedly.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” You nodded, sighing slightly as you smiled at your cousins reassuringly.
“It’s Abuela again, isn’t it?” Carlos asked.
You shrugged, “It’s nothing.” You told him, heading back to the start of the hopscotch path, continuing the game you were playing.
You would never be good enough for her. Ever. You just knew it.
Your sixteenth birthday would be coming around soon and not one single person was excited about it, not one single person had mentioned it.
It was just days away and nobody seemed bothered by it.
You were sitting in your bedroom once again, head resting against the palm of your hand as you stared down at the sketchbook and noticed that you weren’t drawing on your paper. No, you were drawing on a photograph of the family. You laughed when you noticed, that’s what you did, you laughed. It was the happiest laugh you’d done in a long while, you’d inadvertently drawn a moustache and glasses on the photograph, on Abuela’s face to be precise. You placed your hand over your mouth, letting the giggle die down as you tried your best not to disturb anybody. Your door opened and someone peeked their head around the side, “What’s got you giggling so much?” Dolores asked.
“Oh, nothing. I… I kinda drew a moustache on Abuela.” You laughed, lifting up the photograph to show her.
Dolores’ hands rose to cover her mouth and hide the giggle that came from her lips.
Once she’d calmed down, she opened her mouth to speak again, “Mami asked me to come and get you, anyway.” She grinned at you, holding her hand out. You grabbed her hand, letting her drag you downstairs and into the living room. All of the furniture had been pushed aside and a huge party was taking place, the whole town was there.
“What’s all this?” You asked, your eyes staring around in wonder.
Julieta was by your side in an instant, “It’s your party, of course!” She let you know.
“M-my party?” You stuttered.
“You didn’t think we’d forgotten, did you?” Pepa appeared at your other side, linking her arms with yours.
“N-no. I… I just figured that I wasn’t important enough…” You mumbled.
Your aunts eyes both widened, glancing down at you, “Cariño, you are just as important as any of the other kids.” Julieta let you know.
You smiled, hugging your aunts close as a few tears slipped down your cheeks.
The music played and the party was in full swing as they led you over to the dance floor. The pair of them danced with you as you heard your father yet again, ‘Happy birthday, mija.’ you heard him say.
You smiled as you danced with your aunts, glancing around the room and quickly noticing that you couldn’t see Abuela anywhere. Of course she wouldn’t be here. It was all too good to be true.
You soon separated from your tias and headed towards the punch bowl, grabbing a cup of the fruit punch and drinking it down. “Happy birthday, cariño.” Somebody said from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to see Abuela, you turned to face her and smiled her way, “Thanks Abuela.” You nodded, placing the plastic cup on the counter and crossing your arms over your chest slightly. “Did, um, did you plan all of this?” You asked, glancing around the room.
Abuela froze slightly, “U-uhm, no. Not exactly. Carlos suggested it and he and your other cousins helped to plan it.” She let you know.
You nodded, raising your brows slightly, that figures. “That was nice of them.” You grinned.
“Yeah, it was.” She glanced down at the floor.
‘Which got me thinking, what’s so special about you? You’re just a problem child.’ You heard. You were staring at her the whole time, her mouth didn’t move, it was a thought.
“You never hide it, do you?” You snapped, causing her to lift her head.
“What do you mean, cariño?” She asked, confusion taking over her features.
‘Oh, god, here we go again. Here comes the next breakdown.’ You heard her thoughts again.
A few stray tears fell freely down your face as you pushed past the elder and ran. You finally ran. You ran out of casita, you ran away from the party. You didn’t even know where you were going, you just wanted to get far enough away so that you wouldn’t hear her thoughts anymore.
Dolores placed her head in her hands and sighed, her prima and younger brothers all stared at her, “Dolores, what’s wrong?” Carlos asked.
“I don’t know exactly but I’m guessing it was Abuela’s bad thoughts again. (Name) snapped at her and then ran away crying.” She whispered.
“She’s still have bad thoughts about (name) even though it’s her birthday?” Mirabel asked, sighing deeply.
“Woah! Carlos wait!” Camilo suddenly called out, getting the attention of the two girls.
The three of them sprinted after an angry Carlos, knowing just what he was capable of when someone messed with a family member he was close to.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, ALMA!” Carlos snapped, stopping in front of the elder.
“Watch your tone, Carlos.” Alma said, authoritatively.
“(NAME) HAS RAN AWAY BECAUSE OF YOU! IS THIS WHAT YOU DO NOW, ALMA?! FIRST YOU PUSH TIO BRUNO SO FAR AWAY THAT HE LEFT AND NOW YOU’RE FUCKING PUSHING (NAME) AWAY WITH YOUR HORRIBLE FUCKING THOUGHTS ABOUT HER!” He snapped at her.
“Carlos, watch your tone with your Abuela.” Pepa said from behind the children.
Carlos shook his head, glancing over his shoulder to see his mamá and papá along with his tia and tio, “She made (name) run away, on her damn birthday as well!” Carlos snapped, he was pissed off.
Félix quickly took note of his sons clenched fists before leaning forward, placing his hand on the teenagers shoulder, “Then let’s go and find her, mijo.” He said, gesturing for his son to follow him out of casita.
Carlos gave Alma a dirty look before following his father out of the house, “She could be anywhere, papá. You know she’s always been good at track in school.” He sighed.
“Hey, I know she and Mirabel are your favourite primas but you can’t attack your Abuela like that, Carlos.” His father told him.
“If only you all knew the truth.” Carlos muttered quietly, luckily his father hadn’t heard him.
Carlos shoved his hands in his pockets as he and his father began the search for you, calling out your name as they searched.
Every time they got closer to finding you, you would continue running. You soon found yourself in a clearing deep within the forest, quickly climbing a tree and sitting on an extremely thick branch.
You rested your head against the trunk of the tree as your legs dangled over either side of the branch and you tilted your head back slightly, staring up at the sky and letting your tears fall freely.
You had to leave. You had to stay away. You didn’t belong there. Not anymore.
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~ Hai! So, here’s part two! In the next part I think will be leading up to the fall of casita, I think I’ll definitely be ending this at part four though, with the reunion and Abuela finally apologising for being a biiiii- Lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
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yandereencantosimp · 2 years
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Heyo can i request a yandere!madrigal family x sleepy!reader? (platonic on Antonio's part because he's a child)
(So sorry for taking a while to write this)
Please (kinda Yandere! madrigal family x sleepy! Reader)
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(sorry this isn't really yandere at all)
You yawned, watching the movie. Leaning on Camilo's shoulder as your eyes threatened to shut, "you sure you don't want to go to sleep amor?" Camilo asked. "Na I'm good," You replied.
"You completely super dooper sure?" Mirabel suddenly chimed in, "Yes" "okay, just being completely sure." It had been a good movie night, maybe not when Pepa cried a little because of the romance scene. (Sorry lol, had to add it) She did almost get everyone wet, but Felix quickly solved the issue.
The movie had now ended and you were now just a sleepy mess, you nearly fell over a couple of times because you almost fell asleep. (haha, get it right? Yea it's not funny I know.)
Then you did actually fall, but Isabela's vines luckily caught you. Felix scooped you into his arms, bringing you to your room carefully. They watched you as you slept, some cooed, but the rest of the night, you were sound asleep.
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irisia-ckzkb1109 · 2 years
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Shy,perfect one.
Camilo Madrigal x reader (fem)
A shy reader who is expected to be perfect,almost like Isabela.
This is a series!
part one|
Summary:Your family isn’t new to Encanto,in fact,your family were friends with everyone in town and The Madrigals.You,however,because you weren’t really that social,haven’t got to know them yet(except for Mirabel).Or one specific Madrigal,either.
This takes place after Antonio’s gift ceremony.
Warnings:Fluff only,no cursing
Note:I am not a spanish native,nor do I know any native spanish.If you see any mistakes,please correct me.
Word count:895 words,5,991 characters
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 You were Y/N L/N.You were a smart 15 year-old girl who always got straight A’s,never got into fights,and was the family treasure.You were (h) height,with l/s h/c hair,and a pretty face,which always got praised even though you didn’t really feel pretty.You were shy and introverted.
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The day started out well enough.You were in your bedroom,which had walls that are painted w/c.It was a bit big,with a four-poster bed in the center,a neat bookshelf on one side of the wall opposite your bed,and a dresser on the other side of the bed.You got up and went to the bathroom to do your business.After that you got changed and headed downstairs for breakfast.You ran your hand down the railing,tapping a tune with your fingers on the way.It was something you liked to do,because you were musically inclined.
“Y/N!Buenos Dias,mi amor!How was your sleep?”.Your mother greeted you.
“Fine.’‘,you replied.You took your place at the table and took an arepa con queso.No sooner than you had brought it to your mouth your mother exclaimed,’‘Oh!’‘,which caused you to drop your arepa in surprise.’‘What is it,Ma?’‘,you siad as you picked up your arepa.
‘‘I just remembered,we’re going to the Madrigal’s for lunch today.They have invited our family to...get to know us better.’‘,your mother replied.You groaned.Your family already knew of the Madrigals,since your family had already been living here before you were born.You guessed that your mother meant ‘get to know you better’.Besides,you already knew one Madrigal,Mirabel.Wasn’t that enough?You hadn’t even been to the house before.You continued eating in silence,until your father spoke.
‘‘Mija,would you do me a favor and manage the mercado for today?Your mother and I are first going to talk with the Madrigals before lunch.’‘,he asked.‘’Sure,Papa.’‘,you replied.
Your family had a small shop,with hardware and tools,yarn and cloth,stationery supplies,and many more.It was a multi-purpose shop,and the Madrigals mostly came there to buy some things and have a chat with your father,who usually managed the store.Mirabel Madrigal,your best friend,always went there to get her cloth and yarn.You always were happy to chat with her.
You finished eating and washed the dishes.After that,you did the other chores,such as sweeping the floor,cleaning the mirrors,and others your family expected you to do because you were the ‘perfect’ girl.
You sighed.You didn’t really want to be perfect much,but you had no choice.Either you were perfect,or disappoint your parents.
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You had finished sweeping and was heading to the shop when you spotted Mirabel going the same way.’’Mirabel!Hey!’’,you called as you ran up to her.
‘‘Oh,hey Y/N.I heard you were going to the Casa for lunch today.’‘,she replied.’‘Yeah.Although I’m not exactly,’‘you kicked a small rock.’‘Thrilled.’‘
‘‘Why not?’‘
‘‘Well,I don’t really know your family much.What if they don’t like me?’‘,you stated.’‘That’s not true.I know they will like you.Especially...’‘Mirabel broke off,giggling.’‘What?Especially who?’‘,you asked.’‘N..no,nevermind.I’m sure he will like you once he sees you.’‘,Mirabel replied,still not stopping her giggling.
’‘Okay..?Well then off to manage the mercado for now.Did you need something?I could get it for you.’‘,you said,unlocking the shop.’‘Oh yeah.I just remembered that I needed some yellow cloth,about 5 meters.’‘,she replied.
‘‘Okay.’‘,you replied as you fetched the said cloth.As you were measuring the cloth,Mirabel suddenly exclaimed,’‘Oh yeah!I just remembered that I made a dress for you!’‘
You stopped cutting.’’You did?’’
‘‘Yeah,I did.It’s d/c,your favorite color,right?’‘
‘‘Yeah,how did you know?Oh wait,we’ve been friends for 10 years now.’‘,you laughed.Mirabel was chuckling along with you when the shop door opened.
‘‘Mirabel,Tia Julieta is looking for you.She says she needs help with the table setting.’‘You looked up.The speaker was none other than the famous Camilo Madrigal.’‘Oh hey,primo.Tell Mama I’ll be right there.I’m just fetching this cloth from Y/N.Y/N,this is my primo,Camilo.’’,she introduced.’’H...Hi!’’,you greeted in an unusually shrill voice.Camilo waved back and exited the shop.
‘‘What?’‘Mirabel was looking at you with a look on her face.’‘Oh,nothing.How did you like my cousin?’‘
‘‘Hmm,nah he’s fine.’‘,you replied,finishing the cloth.What you didn’t say to her was that the way he waved to you was stuck in your head,and how his curly brown hair bounced as he walked,and how your heart beat faster when you looked into his eyes.
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You were on your way to the Casa Madrigal with your parents.You had put on the dress Mirabel gave you,which was beautifully embroidered with different colorful patterns,and your best jewelry.You also had your hair done,with beautiful butterfly pins that Mirabel also gave you.You were about to step inside the house when you felt the tiles ushering you inside.’’H..Hello,Casa!Casita?’’,you greeted the house.The tiles waved enthusiastically.
The sight of the house took your breath away.It was huge,with high beige walls,a roofless center,and of course the friendly tiles.Above the stairs,on the second floor,you could see the familia’s doors which glowed with magic,and the Miracle Candle above Abuela’s door on the center.Beside her door were her childrens’,the triplets’:Pepa,Julieta-Mirabel’s mom-,and Bruno.Beside Julieta’s door were her children Isabela,Luisa, and...You almost looked for Mirabel’s door,then remembered her telling you that she had no gift,so she stayed in the nursery.You felt sad for your friend and knew that if you could do something for her,you would.The doors on Pepa’s side were Dolores,Camilo, and Antonio.Camilo,you thought giddily as you walked up the stairs,hand keeping a firm grip on the railing in case you fell because of your sweaty hands.Suddenly your hand slipped and you fell sideways off the stairs.
‘‘AGHHHHH!!!!’‘,you screamed as you fell.You braced yourself for the impact,but instead fell into a pair of arms.
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so how was this part one?please let me know in the comments.it would really mean a lot to me.
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lafamiliamadrigalpt · 10 months
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Random narrator: “This is Y/n. Y/n loves their personal space.”
*Camilo hugging Y/n tightly*
Random narrator: “This is Camilo. Camilo also loves Y/n’s personal space.”
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novthewolf · 4 months
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Encanto Masterlist
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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Camilo x Reader Headcanons
Camilo proposing to you
Camilo taking care of you while you're sick
Yandere!Camilo x Reader
Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic
Camilo simping over Reader
Camilo x insecure!reader
Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include
Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include
Jealous!Camilo x Reader
Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh
Stealing Camilo's ruana would include
Camilo comforting you when you're crying
Camilo simping over Magical!Reader
Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time
Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader
Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you
Dancing with Camilo Madrigal
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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity
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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Pepa x Reader Headcanons
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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons
Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews
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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include
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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
None
Imagine :
Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety
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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :
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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons
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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader
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None
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zafirosreverie · 11 months
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Not enough (Bruno x Reader)
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For @tolkien-fantasy hope you like it
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You sighed and tried to block the pain from your mind as you let Casita help you to the nearest chair. You were sick of this, of not being able to do things by yourself and having to depend not only on your family, but on the house itself. It's not that you weren't grateful, but each day you felt more like a burden than a person.
"Thank you Casita" you whispered
You didn't even pay attention to the little tile that waved in greeting, you were too busy gently rubbing your hands and trying to hold back the angry tears that stung in your eyes.
You really missed the time when you could do more things, when you could run, jump, cook, play with your nieces and nephew, when simply moving from one chair to another was not an almost impossible herculean task for you. A time that seemed so far away now.
It started just three years after your wedding. You and Bruno were at your best, just enjoying each other's company, being goofy and happy, you had even made plans to make your family bigger (even if he turned red as soon as you mentioned it), it was all so perfect. Until the first blackout.
It had happened out of nowhere, one moment you were buying books with Pepa and the next everything had suddenly gone dark. By the time you woke up, you were already at home, in your bed, with the whole family looking at you with concern while Julieta tried to bring down your fever. Your sister-in-law didn't know what caused it, and despite what she might say, the soft smiles she gave you and how much she cared for you, you knew that a part of her had never stopped feeling guilty, because no matter how much magical food she gave you, you never healed.
Things had only gotten worse for you since that day, blackouts occurring more and more frequently, your joints and muscles getting weaker, condemning you to a life of constant pain. At first, you didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to worry Bruno or give Julieta more work, but when Pepa had to carry you back in her arms because your legs couldn't bear your weight anymore, you had to admit that something was wrong with you.
Your husband hardly ever left your side since then, saying that he didn't help the town much anyway. Alma accepted it, too worried that something could happen to the person she saw as another child, Julieta scolded you for not going to her every time something hurt and Pepa had made it her mission not to lose sight of you in the strange times when her brother was not with you.
"You can't leave me alone with those two, Y/N" she had told you "I'd go crazy"
"You already are" you teased softly
She smiled at you, but you could see in her eyes the same fear that invaded them all. They never told you anything, but you knew that Bruno had tried to look into your future to find out how he could help you or what would happen to you, when would you get better? But he never shared that vision, and deep inside you knew the answer: you never would.
It was hard at first, but you were strong for him, because you knew that the only person more terrified than you was your husband. He was afraid of losing you, of not being able to do anything for you, and even though you felt the same fear of leaving him, you decided that you couldn't let that paralyze you, that regardless of whether you had much or little time left, you were going to enjoy it with your family. 
Your nieces and nephew were quick to get used to your situation. Isabela tried to act as if she could take care of you by herself, she would spend afternoons with you after school and she would fill your hair with beautiful flowers to cheer you up when you felt bad. Often she and Camilo competed over who could make you smile the most.
Luisa was extremely careful with you. She had just gotten her gift just two years before and she was terrified of hurting you with her strength, so she was content to just talk to you from the door. Mirabel, your precious butterfly, was the one who kept you the most company.
The girl was a miracle, you had told Julieta, who lit up the whole room with her mere presence. It didn't matter if Pepa or Bruno were keeping you company, Mirabel was always, always by your side, telling you how her day had gone, what things she had found, showing you her drawings and simply making you feel warmer every time she smiled at you.
However, everyone knew that it was Dolores who took care of you the most. The girl was silent, but her gift had turned out to be the most useful in helping you. She was always aware of you, your heart rate, your breathing, everything. If you started to get agitated, the girl immediately warned any adult who was nearby, she was like your little personal sentinel, always watching over you even if she wasn't around.
So you weren't surprised when Bruno rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own feet. You smiled lovingly at him when he dropped in front of you with concern etched on his face. You were pleasantly surprised how after so many years, he was still incredibly handsome in your eyes and how he could look at you with such love and adoration, as if he hadn't spent the last few years practically having to shadow you.
"What happened?" he asked worried
"Nothing" you smiled "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm fine, Casita helped me"
He smiled back gently, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather. That was another thing he knew you hated: that nowadays your conversations were just to say who had helped you. There were no longer funny stories, innocent gossip or funny anecdotes, your life was slowly ending between the same walls.
"Amor..." you whispered
"Yes?"
"...please"
Your husband's expression changed to one of intense pain. It wasn't the first time you had this conversation, that you begged him to tell you what he had seen in that vision. You weren't stupid, you knew there was no cure, otherwise Julieta's food would have already worked, you didn't want to know how it would happen, if it would be painful or if you would go off quietly between dreams. All you wanted to know was how much time you had.
"Y/N -" he started
"I need to know, Bruno" you interrupted him "I don't even know if I'll make it to next Christmas"
It was a depressing thought, because it was September, and if it weren't for the intense pain you felt all the time and that had gotten worse in recent weeks, you wouldn't be making such a suggestion knowing that Dolores was listening to you. But you felt that now was not the time to be careful.
"Mi vida-"
"Please" you begged "...just tell me, how much time do I have?"
Bruno looked at you with an intense mix of fear, pain, and regret, but with a flash of love, love so deep you could almost feel it in your very bones. He sighed and took your hands gently. His grip was shaky and you knew, even before the words left his mouth, that his response was causing him great pain.
"Not enough"
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glendybluebird · 4 months
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Juanito Madrigal✨🧡
The "Copy Cat". He will have the gift of copying others' gifts temporarily in times of need.
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Juanito almost looks like a replica of his papa, but he behaves oppositely to Camilo. He's the little angel. He's a soft little boy, very sweet, very timid and humble, and he's so attached to his mami. He's never mischievous like his dad and his older siblings. That's how he is, even while he is growing up.
Funfact:
His mami calls him gatito sometimes
He's afraid of scissors
He randomly stares at his papa for long periods and loves watching him perform.
He loves copying his brother Carlos' power just to turn himself into a cat. (In the future)
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neonpinkfeels · 9 months
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Hello
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Inspo:
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mariart901 · 2 months
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Los trilizos jugando ✨✨
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carlosfruitsnacks · 1 year
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Camilo: I put a little note in your bag to tell you that I love you
You, opening your bag: ...this is a 10-page letter
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madricat · 10 months
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prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers
y/n: “What an adorable baby! How old are they?” (pointing at camilo)
Carlos: “fifthteen.”
y/n: “Oh, they’re quite small for fithteen months-”
Carlos: “Years.”
y/n: “...Pardon?”
Carlos: “They’re fithteen years old.”
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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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Turn It Down ! ~ Part One
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Pairing : Madrigals x fem!reader (platonic).
Warnings : Foul language, cussing, feeling bad, hurt, self worry, overwhelming emotions, anxiety, panic attacks, hating her gift, disliking Abuela, parentless child, abandoned baby.
Plot : When you were adopted into the Madrigal family, you were beyond lucky. You had a place to call home, you had a place to belong. You receive a gift at age five, just like every other Madrigal kid, however, it feels more like a curse. And when the casita falls, your own feelings surprise even you.
Pronouns used : she/her for reader, all other respectable pronouns for Madrigals.
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 : Think this’ll be around 3-4 parts as I low-key suck at platonic fics, but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.
Madrigal taglist : @samiiika, @camilos-mivida, @try-cry-why-try, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose.
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The thought of being a father had never once crossed Bruno’s mind. It was something he knew would never happen, everybody in town hated him, nobody would fall in love with him. Nobody would want to start a family with him.
He would never be a father, to Bruno the thought of being a father would never become reality. Until it did.
He had snuck out of the birthday party that his mother had put together for the triplets 33rd birthday, he didn’t want to make people uncomfortable or ruin the party for his sisters so he put Dolores, Isabela and Luisa to bed for them before leaving the house unseen. He pulled his hood over his hair as he left casita and began to wander the dark empty streets.
That’s when he heard a cry, a cry he recognised as a babies cry. His brows furrowed, following the sound as he dodged behind stalls and found himself behind the bakery, the cries were getting louder as he glanced around, he couldn’t see a couple or a stroller, where were the cries coming from?
He glanced down when he heard the cry again, seeing a little bundle of pink blankets and little fists clutching the fabric. He frowned, crouching down to get a better look, “Hey, where are your parents, cariño?” He asked sweetly.
Your eyes bored into him as you cried out again, Bruno looked around, searching for anyone in the vicinity that could be your parents. He shook off his thoughts as he stood up and began to walk away, but was stopped when you cried out again. He turned back, staring down at you. He leaned down, picking your out of the flimsy cardboard box that you had been placed into and laid you in his arms. He glanced around one last time as your small hands gripped his ruana and you snuggled into the soft fabric; he was looking for your parents but there was nobody else about.
“Well, looks like you’re coming home with me, little one.” He whispered as he held you close and carefully walked back towards casita.
He walked in, quickly finding Alma and gesturing for her to follow him to a quieter space.
She followed him out and towards the back door, his sisters also followed before noticing the small pink bundle in his arms, “Bruno, who is this?” Alma asked.
“I don’t know, mamá. I found her abandoned in a box behind the bakery.” He replied.
“What?! Who would abandon this cute little thing?!” Pepa asked as she stroked your cheek.
“I don’t know. Mamá, I wanna keep her.” Bruno told her. “Maybe we can adopt her and make her a Madrigal?” He suggested.
Alma sent a soft smile Bruno’s way, cupping his cheeks and nodding, “Okay, Brunito, you can adopt her.” She sent a smile his way as Julieta grabbed the little bracelet that was tied around your wrist.
“Hey, this has a note and her birthday attached to it. She’s only a week old, and the note says ‘Please take this child and give her a good home. She was a mistake and we can’t afford to keep her. Love, unnamed parents’.” Julieta let everyone know as she frowned at the note. “Whether they could afford her or not, why the hell would you abandon your child behind a bakery? What if animals got to her before Bruno found her?!” Julieta growled slightly.
“Calm down, Juli. She’s okay. And she’s ours now, we will make it all official tomorrow and she will become an official Madrigal.” Alma smiled as she squeezed Julieta’s shoulder. “Get her some milk, Brunito. She looks hungry.” She added, Bruno nodded and headed towards the kitchen as Pepa and Alma headed back into the party.
Julieta followed Bruno into the kitchen, “Let me hold her while you make the milk, hermano.” She said. Bruno nodded, placing you in his sisters arms as she held you close, stroking your face. “You’re so cute, how could they just leave you there, hmm?” She cooed over you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead as Bruno turned around with the bottle, testing it on the back of his hand to make sure that it wasn’t too hot before handing the bottle to Julieta who had offered to feed you.
Once you were fed, Bruno put you in the nursery with a two year old Luisa. You were laid in one of Isabela’s old cribs and wrapped up in blankets, Bruno planted a soft kiss to your forehead as you fell into a deep sleep.
The years passed quickly for Bruno, one second you were babbling and making a mess of your high chair, the next you were running around and causing trouble with your younger cousins and suddenly it was time for your gifting ceremony.
You were sitting in the nursery, your legs were dangling over the side of your bed as your older cousin, Dolores, smoothed down your pastel green coloured dress whilst Isabela made a flower crown out of pretty green roses and placed it on top of your head as a nine year old Dolores grabbed your hands, “Abuela says it’s time.” She smiled at you as you slipped on your shoes and headed down the stairs with the two girls, gripping Dolores’ hand nervously as the two girls stopped in front of Bruno.
He took a deep breath, crouching down to your level, “You look beautiful, mija.” He whispered to you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Thank you, papá.” You smiled up at him as Dolores and Isabela headed into the crowd, to join their parents.
“I’ll meet you at your door, okay?” Bruno spoke.
You nodded, “Si.” You smiled as he stroked your cheek before walking away, leaving you standing in the foyer as Alma did her speech.
You took a deep breath as the light shone on you, seeing Isabela and Dolores gripping each others hands as they watched you. Julieta and Pepa watched you with pride as they both held their husbands. You glanced up at the top of the stairs to see Bruno and Alma, the tiles beneath you moved, signalling you to walk. You took one final deep breath before beginning to walk down the walkway towards the stairs.
You climbed them easily and placed your hands on the candle, eyes meeting Alma’s as you did. She sent a soft smile your way as you stepped back and headed towards the door that had been made for you, you closed your eyes, placing your hand against the knob and watching it glow.
“I hope her gift isn’t one that’ll get her hated like Bruno.” You heard someone say.
You turned your head to Alma, “What did you say?” You asked.
She shook her head, “I didn’t say anything, cariño.”
“You said you hope my gift isn’t on that’ll get me hated…” You began, causing the older woman’s eyes to widen.
“No, I didn’t… I thought it but I didn’t say-” She stopped, realising that was your gift.
You could hear peoples thoughts.
Your door glowed brightly, getting your attention back on it; it showed your portrait like it was listening along with a thinking bubble, similar to Dolores’ door but also different.
“We have a new gift!” Alma called out, causing the crowd to cheer and whistle as you pushed your bedroom door open.
The room was designed like a large ballroom, the walls seemed to be soundproof, meaning that your gift would be quiet in here; it’d only let you hear the thoughts of the people within the room. There was a bed behind a secret wall within the ballroom, along with a whole shelf of books lining one of the ballroom walls. It was beautiful and elegant. You stared around at the room in amazement, it had you awestruck as you gripped Bruno’s hand.
The party got underway almost straight away, music played, people danced, everybody enjoyed themselves as you danced around with your papá.
Little did you know, that two years later your father would be reading you a bedtime story for the last time before he left casita for good.
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~ Hi all! Okay, so I know that this story isn’t really that interesting yet but I promise imma work on getting it there lmao. Just bare with me! 😂 Let me know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
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wallflowerimagines · 11 months
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Bruno Madrigal Crush Headcannons
This man has spent a good portion of his life watching his family through walls, hoping and wishing and yearning for their happiness, even if it doesn't involve him.
Meaning? He has a staring problem.
Bruno actually caught feelings for you from a distance. You're just...so nice. Nonjudgmental. It's what drew his gaze to you in the first place, how everyone felt safe to be themselves around you. He didn't even need to interact with you to see how wonderful you are!
...Which is a problem.
Bruno refuses to approach you-- he can't. It's just not possible.
But he will watch you.
He watches the way you smile and laugh, he's hypnotized by the way your hair bounces when you walk, he wants to take his thumb and rub away the little furrow between your eyebrows that shows up when you're reading intently, kiss your lips every time you bite them--
(Or is that too much, hahahahahahahah-- Kill him, someone anyone please please please---)
Bruno is so, so awkward. While Tio Bruno is funny and adoring with his family, as well as hilariously sassy when he wants to be, people outside his social circle are Not Trusted with anything but The Madrigal Manners. Years of being accused of malicious intent makes it difficult for him to be fully himself in public, and the decades of isolation made him forget all the important social cues.
But you? He's exponentially worse around you.
The few times you've actually spoken with Bruno, he was both Supremely Polite and a Tongue Tied Disaster.
He comments on easy, obvious topics, like the weather or the weekend, but he talks so quickly he can't breathe and starts laughing at things that aren't even jokes. He'll open doors for you or pull out your chair, but will trip over the door frame or accidentally tip the chair over and scramble to pick it back up.
You make him a mess. You whip his thoughts so frothy he can barely remember what he's said, let alone focus on putting up a wall. It's incredibly endearing, and it makes his crush on you supremely obvious.
He's had one or two childhood crushes, but it has been literal decades since the last time his heart beat this fast. It was so bad that this idiot (affectionate) literally thought he was having a heart attack the first time you made eye contact with him--Fully clutching at his chest and panicking before darting away to get some help.
There is a certain amount of guilt he feels about his crush. After all, he's not exactly prime husband material. Bruno is acutely aware of how old he is, and there aren't many love stories out there for people his age(a crime imo). "The fifty year old uncle" is usually the creepy antagonist in drama, never a romantic hero. Besides that, there's the matter of his reputation. Even with the rest of the Madrigal family working to repair it, there are still parts of the Encanto that don't like the weird fortune-telling hermit that LIVED IN THE WALLS OF HIS OWN HOUSE FOR SOME REASON.
(....There is also a little bit of guilt of the Catholic variety. His thoughts about you can get pretty spicy late at night. After one of those he can't bring himself to even look at you.)
Bruno won't confess his feelings to you if he can help it. He doesn't think he deserves romantic love, especially not from someone as wonderful as you, and the last thing he wants to do is burden you with his feelings. He's been enough of a burden already. He will try to get over you before he even considers hinting that he likes you.
Unfortunately, Bruno's resolve isn't as strong as he wishes it was.
Every time he tries to suppress his feelings, someone will simply say your name in passing and it's enough to fully divert his train of thought back to how kind you are, how funny, how understanding....
Fantasies have always been a huge coping mechanism for him, but lately, baby you are the star of every. single. one.
Some are realistic: He pictures the two of you hand in hand, walking to the market, and he's somehow managed to be funny and charming enough to make you smile just for him.
Or maybe you have a suitcase packed and ready to leave the village--it's raining of course--and Bruno will run out to you, pull you into a tight embrace and kiss the idea right out of you.
He could live out his childhood dream and be the director of a theater troupe, while you, his newest actor shaking with nerves, ask him to run through your lines together. He agrees, comforts you through your stage fright, and as your practice ends the chemistry between you both is electric enough to crackle. He just knows you'll do great things together...
Bruno is his best self in every fantasy, of course, witty and charming and without a single grain of sand in his hair. Often, in private, he has his rats reenact his favorite daydreams. (Whichever Rat that plays you gets extra treats. It's the most coveted role.)
...Eventually, though, his wistful sighing and blatant eavesdropping on any conversation involving you start to get on his Family's nerves. They've been supportive of his crush--why wouldn't they be, they've met you, you're great!-- but it's also obvious Bruno is going to need a helping hand.
Mirabel in particular gets it in her head to play Cupid after she sees how happy her Tio gets talking about you. She gathers up the youngest generation of Madrigals, and all of them begin conspiring ways to push Bruno into as many situations with you as possible.
Isabella invites you over to help garden, while Luisa gets her Tio to come help her organize where the pots should go. Antonio begs you to play hide and seek with him and his animal friends, and it's not like Bruno can resist his nephew's puppy eyes either. Mirabel brings Bruno along to tell stories to some of the local village kids, and Camilo makes sure you're nearby to see his Tio in his element.
Bruno immediately picks up on the fact that his nieces and nephews are trying to meddle, but he can't find it in himself to get upset about it.
Besides, it's a little hard to think lately when so many of your pretty smiles seem to be directed at him...
...Maybe he has more of a chance than he thought? 💞
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irisia-ckzkb1109 · 2 years
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So I have already made the Camilo Madrigal x reader pt.1,and I’m really pleased with the results.Although idk if I’ll still be able to update much but I’ll try!
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lafamiliamadrigalpt · 5 months
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Camilo: Please don't tell Isabela.
Y/n: Oh, I'm not going to say a word.
Camilo: You're going to make me tell her, aren't you?
Y/n: Loud and clear. And every nitty-gritty detail.
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adancingalien · 6 months
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I just can't stop thinking about seducing bruno. Being a much younger woman, maybe even dolores's friend, and just being obsessed with bruno. Trying to seduce him all the time and it's so obvious but he always say no bc of how much younger you are. And he wants you too but he feels like a gross old man even tho you're into him- ugh and maybe even other family members supporting it bc it's like the early 1900s and he's just so conflicted and you get more desperate-
Idk I just wanna throw myself at him even tho he's over twice my age😩
If u know any fics like this pls let me know
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