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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.

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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!!!

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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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zafirosreverie · 2 years ago

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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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immortalme123 · 2 years ago

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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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tjthekpoplover · 2 years ago

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Masterlist Pt 1

Masterlist Pt2

Masterlist Pt3

Request

Julieta Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Pepa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Isabela Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Luisa Madrigal

Nothing Yet

Rochelle

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

He’s Too Ugly!

Nancy Downs

Mine…

He’s Too Ugly!

Why are You So Obsessed With Me?

Bonnie

Bonnie Harper X Slayer!Fem!Reader

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

He’s Too Ugly!

Cheryl Blossom

Nothing Yet

Veronica Lodge

Cuddles

Betty Cooper

Nothing Yet

Robin Buckley

Nothing Yet

Eleven

Nothing Yet

Mad Max

Nothing Yet

Allison Reynolds

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Claire Standish

Affectionate And Cuddly S/O

Veronica Sawyer

Nothing Yet

Heather Duke

Nothing Yet

Alcina Dimitrescu

G!P Alcina

Favorite Pet

Sex With Alcina PT 1

Sex With Alcina PT 2

Taller S/O

FTM Smut

Donna Beneviento

Nothing Yet

Daniela Dimitrescu

Alpha Oneshot

Bela Dimitrescu

Is This Love?

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra Comforting Injured S/O

Spencer Hastings

Nothing Yet

Emily Fields

General Headcanon

Hanna Marin

Nothing Yet

Violet Harmon

Nothing Yet

Lana Winters

Nothing Yet

Mary Eunice

Nothing Yet

Misty Day

Nothing Yet

Cordelia Goode

Nothing Yet

Bette And Dot Tattler

Nothing Yet

Sally McKenna

Nothing Yet

Audrey Tindal

Nothing Yet

Ally Mayfair-Richards

Nothing Yet

Winter Anderson

Nothing Yet

Mallory

Nothing Yet

Wilhemina Venable

Nothing Yet

Montana Duke

Nothing Yet

Margaret Booth

Nothing Yet

Xavier Plympton

Nothing Yet

Lark

Nothing Yet

Ursula Khan

Nothing Yet

Calico

Nothing Yet

Hannah

Nothing Yet

Barbra

Nothing yet

Tsunade

Nothing Yet

Sasuke

Nothing Yet

Naruto

Nothing Yet

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abrianadesaphi · 3 years ago

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blind | isabela madrigal x fem!reader

in which isabela has never seen something quite like you. inspired by role model’s song, blind.

author's notes:

isabela madrigal x fem!bisexual!reader

friends to lovers

no smut

warnings: profanities, use of the k-word (jokingly)

she got the gold hoops, prada fit // i’m in love with all of it

she saw you for the first time a year after casita was rebuilt. you were dressed in clothes that obviously weren’t made in a small village like encanto. you also wore gold accessories to match with your luxurious set of clothes as you shared your table with señor valencia, the middle-aged man who was known as the town’s blacksmith.

your presence was radiating confidence, your poise obvious by how you sat and how you ate your food gracefully. for some reason, she could not look away. it seemed as if isabela found herself more and more mesmerised the longer she stared at you.

isabela was seated in a booth that was right across from your table, next to her papa agustin as they waited for their dinner in a warm little restaurant in the center of encanto.

her papa must’ve caught her staring at you, and so he whispered to his oldest daughter’s ear, “that’s señorita (y/n), señor valencia’s niece. she’s from abroad but she’s staying here for the summer due to her parents’ request. the gossiping ladies on the streets claim she’s a bit of a primadonna, but i think she’s quite nice!”

when dinner ended, agustin went over to your table and invited your uncle for a couple glasses of wine back in the casita and of course, you came along. it was your first time to see the wonderful madrigal home, and you were in awe of it and its magic.

agustin placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder as he said, “señorita (y/n), would you appreciate a tour of la casa madrigal by isabela?”

isabela looked at her father, confused. agustin just smiled at his daughter and gave her a wink.

“i would, actually! this place is amazing,” you said with a smile.

isabela, with an encouraging push on the back from her father, walked towards you.

“this way, señorita! i’ll show you to the kitchen.”

once you’ve familiarised yourself with casita (and casita has familiarised itself with you), you and isabela found yourself back in the living room. your uncle, along with agustin and felix, were laughing obnoxiously as they sipped on their wine.

“(y/n), isabela, join us!” your uncle offered you both a seat on the couch next to him as he noticed your presence.

“thank you, señor. but i’ll pass,” isabela spoke, “i kinda wanna stay up in my room for a while.”

“can you show me your room?” you spoke, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

“of course, she can!” agustin exclaimed, “how about a bottle of wine to drink while you talk up in there?”

“papa, i’ll just show her my room. we won’t be long-”

“we’d love a bottle of wine, señor!” you said with a smile.

ex-boy didn’t get the picture, cut him out of it

three hours later, you were a drunken mess in isabela’s flowery bedroom floor. you drank the entire bottle of wine while isabela just looked after you, making sure you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

it was funny how she cared for you, a foreign girl she doesn’t even know.

“isabela, isabela,” you called her name twice, trying to get her attention in your drunken state.

“yeah?” she responded.

“sit down, come here,” you patted the space next to where you were sitting, “do you think i’m pretty?”

isabela looked at you, your face a little bit too close to not have her heart racing, “i mean, yeah, you’re pretty. prettier than everyone i’ve ever seen, actually.”

“thanks, ‘bela,” you said with wide smile, “you’re pretty, too. but like, you’re the kind of pretty that isn’t just pretty. you’re the kind of pretty that makes me go wow she’s pretty everytime i look at your face.”

she blushed as flowers sprouted in her hair.

“oh my god, that’s adorable,” you commented as you reached out to take one of the flowers from her hair, “he hated flowers, you know?”

“who does?” she asked.

“hugo, my ex-boyfriend,” you said, and a part of her feels jealous at the mere fact of somebody else being lucky enough to have you.

“he sounds like a dick,” isabela said, making you laugh out loud. you were drunk, and fairly amused at your new friend.

“what’s so funny?”

“i just didn’t expect you to say things like that. to be honest, i expect you to say something like, maybe it just wasn’t meant to be, or some other corny shit. you know, i loved him so much but he wanted all these things that i just didn’t want. like, getting married and having kids and building our own perfect family,” you looked at her, tears rolling down your cheeks, “god, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be letting this all out on you.”

“no, no, no,” isabela said, “it’s okay. i know what it’s like.”

“you do?”

“yeah,” she looked at you with sincerity in her dark eyes, “i was engaged to a man i didn’t love.”

you chuckled, “i guess i’m a little like you, huh?”

“i guess you are.”

i fall pretty hard, never really getting far | you make everyone look like they aren't anyone

a month had passed by and both of you were getting closer and closer. in fact, you spend all of your time together now and you were also invited to dinner at casita a few times, slowly becoming friends with each of the madrigals.

speaking of casita and the madrigals, you were on your way there since there was a party to celebrate dolores and mariano’s engagement.

as soon as you entered the festive environment, you immediately found yourself dancing with dolores with a drink in your hand, laughing and talking with the newly-engaged woman.

isabela sat on one of the tables and she lightly sipped on her drink, looking over at you with a little smile on her face.

god, you were so beautiful. and to god, she was grateful to be able to witness the beauty of you.

“never thought that i’d see the isabela madrigal so lovesick,” mariano’s familiar voice flooded her ears as he took a seat beside hers.

“what are you talking about, mariano?” she turned to look at the man.

“señorita (y/n), you’ve fallen for her, haven’t you?”

“i’ve known her for a month.”

“my point still stands,” mariano said, “i know a person in love when i see one, hermosa.”

“i don’t even know what in love is.”

“i mean, even i didn’t know what it meant to be truly in love. until dolores came along and all of the ideas i had of love turned out to be incorrect.”

“that’s real sweet of you to say, mariano.”

“but this isn’t about me, mi amiga. i know that you know that you are in love with (y/n), so what are you afraid of?”

“i’m not afraid,” isabela grumbled.

“why are you hiding your feelings?”

“why are we having this conversation?”

“isabela,” mariano looked at her seriously, “you do know that she’s only here for the summer, right? she’ll be leaving in less than two months. if i were you, i’d tell her how i feel. you never know, maybe you’ll give her a reason to stay.”

hours after the party has ended, isabela looked up at the ceiling as she laid on her bed. thinking about what mariano said. thinking about love. thinking about you.

gripping her blanket in harsh realization, she whispered to herself, “fuck, i’m in love with (y/n).”

i haven't felt a thing this year and i'm only tryin' to be sincere

“i heard you last night,” dolores nudged her favorite cousin with her elbow as they ate their breakfast.

“oooh, what did isabela say?” camilo teased.

“it’s a girl thing, you wouldn’t get it,” dolores dismissed her brother.

“i can be a girl,” camilo said before shapeshifting into you, causing isabela to drop her fork in shock, “so, what is it?

“can you not turn into (y/n)?” isabela said, annoyed.

“does it make you uncomfortable when i turn into your girlfriend? are you fighting the urge to make out with me right now?”

“ew!” isabela exclaimed, pushing camilo off his chair as he turned back to himself.

“what is going on over there?” abuela asked her three grandchildren at the other end of the table.

“nothing, abuela,” the three of them said in unison.

abuela alma went back to her food, and so did the rest of the family. camilo has turned the other way to bother mirabel and dolores nudged isabela with her elbow once again.

“i also heard señor valencia and (y/n) last night,” dolores said.

“and?”

“(y/n)’s leaving in two days.”

isabela’s world stopped.

“no. she’s leaving in two months,” isabela said, denying whatever it was that dolores said.

“her parents want her back home as soon as possible, isa.”

isabela stood up from the table and ran out of casita’s front door, ignoring sounds of confusion from her family. she ran to the direction of your house, bumping on some of the locals in the way. she knocked loudly once she finally reached your front door, impatience running through her knuckles.

you opened the front door, seeing isabela a heaving and sweaty mess, “isabela, what on earth-”

“i love you. and i’m sorry that i won’t be able to prove to you just how much i do because i was too much of a coward to admit it but i’m here now, and i can admit with my whole heart that i am so fucking in love with you and i’ve never met anybody quite like you-"

“isabela…”

“-and i’m sure that i never will. i know you’re leaving soon but i just can’t watch you go without telling you how i feel because i might just die if i keep it to-”

“isabela.”

“-myself. so i’m telling you again, (y/n), i am in love with you, and i’d tell you a million fucking times more if that’s what it takes for you believe-”

“isabela!”

“...yes?”

“i’m in love with you, too.”

“you are?”

“yes. and i’m not leaving any time soon. i don’t think i want to.”

isabela couldn’t help it. she took your face in her hands and kissed you, pouring each and every ounce of affection she had into your lips.

after a moment, she pulled away, “wait, did you say that you weren’t leaving anytime soon? i thought you were leaving in two days.”

“where’d you hear that from?” you chuckled.

isabela froze in realization, “i’m gonna kill dolores.”

you placed another kiss on her lips, causing her to blush.

“i think i might thank her, actually,” isabela said before kissing you back, wrapping her arms around your waist.

i've never seen something quite like you

#isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x fem!reader #isabela x reader #isabela x fem!reader #isabela imagine #isabela madrigal #isabela encanto #encanto #antonio madrigal #felix madrigal #mariano #dolores madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #familia madrigal #fluff #blind by the role model #Spotify

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calswildflcwer · 3 years ago

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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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lesbianjackies · 3 years ago

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Nightmare

Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 308

Warnings: Really horrific nightmare I am so sorry-

Summary: Isabela comforts you after a nightmare.

You woke up in a cold sweat. “Isa?” you said quietly, reaching for her.

Your girlfriend turned over groggily. “What is it, (Y/N/N)?”

“I had a nightmare,” you whispered, tears pouring down your face.

“Oh, cariña…” Isabela pulled you into her arms, stroking your hair soothingly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“You…” You swallowed. “We were dancing. We were dancing and you were throwing flowers up in the air, and we were twirling around in them, laughing and happy, and then…” Your voice quieted to a whisper, squeezing your eyes shut so no more tears could escape. “It all went wrong. The flowers, they… they fell into your mouth, I don’t know why, or how, but they filled your mouth and you were screaming and choking and I was trying to help you but I couldn’t, and then you coughed the flowers up and they were covered in blood, and then you were dead.”

Isabela let out a horrified gasp. “Oh, mi vida…” She kissed your forehead and pressed her cheek against your skin. “(Y/N/N), it’s okay, it was just a dream, I’m right here, I’m right here…”

You buried your face in her neck, still sobbing. “I kn- I know it w- was ridiculous, but… I don’t- I don’t know, Isa, it felt- it felt so real.”

“I know, I know, mi vida, but it’s okay, it’s okay…” She kissed all over your face, and then placed a soft kiss on your lips. “I’m right here, mi amor, right here.” She stroked your hair for a moment in silence, then asked, “Do you think you could go back to sleep?”

You shook your head. “I just wanna lay here with you.”

Isabela nodded. “Okay, that’s okay.” She kissed your forehead.

“I love you, Isabela,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

Isabela smiled. “I love you too.”

#isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x you #isabela madrigal x y/n #isabela madrigal x fem!reader #isabela madrigal x f!reader #isabela madrigal imagine #isabela madrigal fluff #isabela madrigal oneshot #isabela madrigal blurb #isabela madrigal fanfiction #isabela madrigal fanfic #isabela madrigal fic #isabela madrigal

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solaroptile · 3 years ago

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Hello There! If it’s alright to ask, may I request Dolores and Isabela (If you don’t do multiple characters, just Dolores!) with a very Affectionate and Touchy S/O? Female Reader, please!

i do take requests for multiple characters!

isabela and dolores madrigal with an affectionate and touchy s/o || isabela & dolores x fem!reader

pairing(s): isabela x fem!reader, dolores x fem!reader

warnings: n/a, pure fluff

word count: 570

(requests for camilo, isabela, dolores and maribel are open! send in an ask at any time; requests already sent in are currently being worked on <3)

isabela madrigal -

isabela is typically very receptive to touch and physical affection as long as you warn her first

she's actually a bit jumpy when people come behind her or hug her from behind so just make sure she knows before you do so or else you will get a flower to the face

other than that isa doesn't really mind your touchy nature. in fact, she's actually quite happy you show your affection physically since to her it's silent reassurance that you really do love and adore her

holding hands as you guys are walking? leaning your head on her shoulder when you both were sitting down? late night cuddles? she eats that type of stuff up

pepper this lady's face with kisses and she will go wild

isabela's actually really cuddly in her sleep, but always denies it when you tell her as such

let's just say the amount of times you've woken up in the middle of the night to her head on your chest and her arms wrapped around you as if you were the world's most comfortable teddy bear were countless

she isn't shy about pda either so if she's in a bad mood expect her to reciprocate your affection tenfold

at times she can actually get quite flustered when you're so adamant to show her your adoration

if she's just sitting down writing or eating and you just slide into her lap her cheeks flush like crazy simply because of how unexpected it was

one of isa's biggest secrets is that her skin's really sensitive which is why she wears such light and fluffy clothing, so when you drag your fingers across your arms or something to that caliber she can't help but shudder

sometimes you do it just to mess with her, which typically just results in you being dragged closer with a few vines and being tickled until you can't breathe

overall she soaks up any type of affection you give her; just shower her with love when she's upset and she'll be at ease in minutes

dolores madrigal -

unlike her cousin dolores is much more shy when it comes to physical affection

she gets overstimulated easily especially with her gift so she may ask for you to give her space from time to time

that doesn't mean she doesn't love touch, of course; she's just a lot more nervous about it

tracing patterns or shapes into her skin or playing with her fingers absentmindedly are some of her favorite ways you show her your affection

also, hugs? she adores hugs

bad day? boom, just wrap your arms around her and she'll melt

dolores is a bit awkward with how she shows her affection just in general so touch is an easy way for her to communicate just how much she cares

once you guys are together for a while and she grows used to your sudden touches, dolores starts pulling some of her own

once she gets comfortable you both are always touching in some form of another, no matter what

brushing over each other's hands, forehead to forehead, etc etc

she does still get shy on occasion or may feel as if she's accidentally shunning you for her lack of eagerness for touch but if you just wrap your fingers around hers and tell her you love her no matter her love language, she'll be reminded just exactly why she adores you so much

#isabela madrigal #isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x fem reader #encanto isabela #encanto #dolores madrigal #dolores madrigal x reader #encanto dolores #dolores madrigal x fem reader

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grimyandereencantosimp · 2 years ago

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So this is a bit of an long ask but a yandere Mirabel who is in love with fem reader now the rest of the family is a platonic Yandere towards Mirabel as she doesn't have a gift and in there minds need to be cared for. So they kidnap reader to give to her as a gift and do all the punishments stopping reader from escaping for her.

(I'm really sorry for the long wait on your request!)

(Also I'm not including Abuela and Antonio, because I don't feel really that comfortable writing them as yandere's. Sorry!)

Gift (Romantic! Yandere Mirabel x Platonic! Yandere family Madrigal x Fem! Reader)

Tw: Kidnapping, yandere punishments, romantic yandere, platonic yandere, drugging, force, threats, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

Mirabel gazed at you from behind the tree, obsessed with you. Just everything about you she loved. Your looks, your personailty, everything.

You didn't talk to Mirabel, nor know her. All you knew she was from the famous and gifted Madrigal family. You didn't plan on getting to know Mirabel, unless she started talking to you. Until then you weren't going to attempt to talk to her.

It's not like you had anything against her or anything, it just you never really were a fan of talking to people you didn't really know. And it would most likely stay that way.

The Madrigals had suddenly found out about Mirabels little crush on you, (not looking at anyone Dolores) they thought it was cute. It might of been a normal thing for a family to be proud or find it cute their family member had a crush or lover. Yes. But the Madrigals weren't really normal at all, they were what you would call a yandere towards Mirabel.

They believed Mirabel needed to be cared for in every way possible , they were like this ever since Mirabel hadn't gotten a gift like everyone else did. Ever since that day they had felt pity for her, protecting her, caring for her, making sure she was happy.

Finding out about this 'crush' of hers', would put you in danger. You knew neither of these things so you had no idea you were in danger. Oh I wish you knew so you could protect yourself.

The next day, you were on your own not another soul to be seen in sight. Well that's what you thought anyway. It was a nice day today, so why not take a walk? Not like sitting around all day was going to do anything...

Then suddenly a cloth wrapped around your mouth, you tried to fight off the unknown attacker, but no avail.

Your eyes suddenly but slowly opened, you then looked to see the...Whole madrigal family?! What did they want with you?! "Hello (y/n)..." Isabela said, making you even more nervous. "I'm sorry for what ever I did, but please let me go!" You quickly blurted out, getting a chuckle from each family member. You gave a confused look.

Isabela then resumed, "that's not why you're here...Now why you're here is because we know Mirabel has feelings for you, and we want to give you to her as a gift...Whether you like it or not." Her voice got a little darker and stern with the last 6 words. You gulped, as a gift? You weren't a present someone could just wrap up and give to another! You weren't going to stay with these people just because their family member loves you!

"No! You can't make me just stay here! This is wrong!" You shout, now shaking all over. "You will and you will like it dear..." Julieta darkly tells you. "And if you don't and try to escape, we won't hesitate to break your legs or do worse." Pepa finishs.

You wanted to cry out of fear, you didn't want any of this, why did this have to happen to you out of all people?!

"Now! Lets get you nice and ready for Mirabel, shall we...?"

#Yandere #yandere x reader #Madrigals #encanto #Yandere encanto #encanto x reader #platonic yandere #romantic yandere #I don't feel like tagging every family member #Fem reader #anon #request

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isabeeelaaa · 3 years ago

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Someone to Y/N: Is she your girlfriend, girlfriend? or y'all just talking?

Y/N: 'wtf'

Isabela: *glaring*

Y/N: 'Oh gosh here it comes'

Isabela: bitch if I kill you, are you dead, dead? or just not breathing?

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

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magicalencanto · 3 years ago

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⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Isabela having crush on you ❞

✎ ⁞ Isabela Madrigal x Female! Reader

✎ ⁞ requested by @leslienjazzy

✎ ⁞ date: 29.12.2021

Isabela, ah the perfect Isabela Madrigal. Breathtaking girl, with soft, long hair and warm eyes. Her gift was just perfect for her, giving her the ability to create even more beautiful plants.

She was the golden child of the Madrigal family, who everyone admired.

But that was all on the outside. It was a masked given to her by her own family, that she had to wear everyday in order to satisfy everyone around her.

But on the inside, Isabela was everything but perfect. She had a her own dreams, that didn't focused on getting married and having children. She wanted to be able to fully experiment with her powers, creating something other than those perfect little flowers. She wanted to find herself.

Just like you. A girl who wasn't afraid to show what she was feeling, dressed how she wanted and did what she wanted. You were a free soul, who wasn't afraid to express herself with her body.

And that Isabela admired greatly. Whenever she saw you, she felt jealousy bubbling in the depths of her mind. Jealous because you were accepted for who you are. Jealous because you weren't perfect and you were free.

The things she wasn't but longed to be.

In her eyes, you were perfectly imperfect. She still remembers, when one day, you run up to her and gave her a cactus. With a bright smile, you gave her the pink pot.

❝ A unique cactus for even more unique girl. ❞ And you left, giving her a wink before you fully turned around. Isabela was left, blushing brightly, and holding the small pot in her hands.

That was when she started crushing on you.

She secretly loved the cactus you gave her that day. She though that it was very cute, like you. She took care of it and tried to create one of her own, but somehow always failed.

Anyway, since she realized that she have some feelings for you, at first she tried to hide it. The fear of failing her family and being seen as imperfect ate her alive. So with a heavy heart, she choose to hide her feeling and watch from afar.

When Isabela was alone, she liked to dance among her flowers and imagine that you were there with her, laughing and having good time. Together.

Her world completely shattered when Abuela announced that she'll be engaged to Mariano. Not only Isabela didn't feel anything towards him, she couldn't imagine having children, at all. Especially five.

That night, she cried in her room, praying for some miracle that this wouldn't happened. That she won't have to marry Mariano, have children and maybe, she could be with you instead.

And that miracle happened. Unfortunately, it came with her home crashing down but this tragic events brought the Madrigal family closer. Everyone realized their mistakes and forgave each other for their wrongs.

Finally, Isabela could be herself. Finally, she could follow your lead. Where she can be free and happy.

That's why, after rebuild Casita, she made a beautiful cactus, put it into a nice pot and run up to you, with a big smile, new dress and colorful hair.

❝ A unique cactus for even more unique girl. ❞ Isabela quoted you, and with blush on her cheeks, handed you the plant.

You laughed wholeheartedly, taking the cactus from her.

And that my dear reader is how you and Isabela came to be the cutest couple in Encanto.

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watchtheworld-burn · 3 years ago

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ISABELA MADRIGAL X FEM! READER

You are perfect to me

She/her for reader

She/her for Isabela

Warning: Angst at first but fluff at the end, Insecurities.

[Y/n's POV]

Me and Isabela have been dating for 3 years, Isabela was known for the Perfect Golden Child (according to Mirabel) I was just some basic random girl, I didn't know why she even dated me.

She could've pick other people, yet she chose me. I felt really special. Of course I also love Isabela.

No one knew about our relationship since it would ruin her reputation and because Abuela wouldn't approve of us dating.

Besides Isabela is dating Mariano. I know she doesn't actually love Mariano and was doing it for the family but sometimes I fear that she might actually love Mariano and she'll leave me.

(Anyways that's it for the introduction, let go to the present shall we?)

TIME SKIP

3RD PERSON POV

Isabela snuck out of her room to see [Y/N]. She went to her and [Y/N]'s favorite place.

As she arrived she saw [Y/N] looking lost in her thoughts. She smiled when she saw [Y/N]. 'She's so pretty, and cute. I'm lucky to have her' She thought, She then went to [Y/N] and tapped her. "Hey love how are you doing" She smiles

[Y/N] looked at her with surprise not expecting to see Isabela. "I'm doing fine, how about you?" [Y/N] said and forced a smile

Isabela could tell something was wrong "You don't seem fine, is there something wrong love?" she said in a worried tone

[Y/N] sighed and looked away, avoiding Isabela's gaze. "To be honest, I'm just feeling insecure. I feel that you're gonna leave me for Mariano, and I don't want that to happen. Besides Isabela why did you even choose me? I'm basically nothing compared to you, I'm basic, Imperfect, and boring"

Isabela looked at [Y/N] surprised that she felt that way. Isabela sat beside [Y/N] and she brushed her hair (If you are bald just pretend that she patted you're head) and looked at [Y/N] with loving eyes.

"You know I'll never leave you for Mariano, I love you and only you. The reason I chose you because of how gentle, loving, and caring you are. You treated me like a normal person and you stayed by my side despite how mean I treated you. also you aren't imperfect, You are perfect." after she said that she kissed [Y/N]'s forehead

[Y/N] blushed when she heard those words come out of Isabela's mouth, and she smiled. "I love you Isabela" [Y/N] said lovingly

"I love you too [Y/N]"

THE END

#isabela madrigal #encanto fanfic #fanfic #fem reader #lgbtq #isabela madrigal x reader #isabela x reader #encanto #encanto x reader #lesbian #wlw love #disney x reader

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heymariano · 3 years ago

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dolores, isabela and mirabel madrigal sleeping & cuddling hcs

gn reader

dolores:

- seems like the type who would want space to sleep, but actually isn't

- to begin with she probably settles down at a distance but as the night goes on she'll move closer and end up in your arms or with you in hers

- especially if she's had an overwhelming day, or the night is too loud- sometimes she'll even for-go sleeping away from you and just goes into your arms directly

- loves to have your arms wrapped around her so she's pressed to your chest, able to hear your heartbeat

- she likes to nuzzle into your neck often as well, even just during the day- it makes everything feel less loud

- takes her hair down to sleep and oml it's so gorg <33

- dolores marry me challenge

isabela:

- because of her constant perfect image, she doesn't really like people being around her when she's sleeping (can't strain to be perfect in your sleep KSJSJ)

- but obviously you're her partner and she's comfortable around you, so she does take the chance to relax

- honestly isn't much for cuddling usually

- she doesn't mind spooning once in a while, and when she really needs to be reassured she enjoys being pressed against your chest

- but usually she prefers having space to sleep, you being there is enough

- she's effortlessly gorgeous no matter what <33

mirabel:

- mirabel is the biggest cuddler ever

- loves to cling onto you, be held by you, hold you, anything and everything

- it's honestly quite hard to get her to fall asleep when she's with you lol

- she stays up forever just talking and talking with you

- eventually she does get tired and you can always tell when she yawns halfway through a ramble or starts snuggling into you more

- at that point you usually just have to hold her tighter to encourage her to fall asleep, peppering her face with kisses as she drifts off

- most adorable girl ever KAJJSD

a/n - first hc post !! i feel bad for not including luisa, i'll make a hc for her soon (she's 100% the best hugger KAJSJJS)

#encanto x reader #isabela madrigal x reader #mirabel madrigal x reader #dolores madrigal x reader #encanto #x reader #headcanons #fem reader #gn reader #male reader #heymariano

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abrianadesaphi · 3 years ago

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Could you do a story, where the reader decides to take a bath in the river to reduce her anger, because of mariono's marriage proposal with isabela, and isabela sees her and ends up "helping the reader relax"? please?

BESTIE IM NOT SURE IF YOU WANTED SMUT OR NOT SO IM SORRY 😭 i wrote smut tho mwahahahah ok anyw here we go

warnings

smut

some curse words

notes

fem!reader

lowercase intended

light angst (?) like super light

the reader tends to get angry quite often and isabela knows the best way to calm her gf down ;)

u're a bottom so uhm yea

let's go for a swim, mi vida | isabela madrigal x fem!reader

you were furious, and everyone who saw you as you walked along this particular street of encanto knew. i mean, it was obvious by the way your face looked.

in response to your distressed body language, the villagers cleared their path when you came across them, knowing better than to do something that’ll rile you up even more.

you knew that isabela was to do whatever her abuela alma told her to, being the perfect golden child that their family was blessed with. she’s always been that way — protecting her precious reputation and doing whatever was needed to be done just to get her grandmother’s validation.

you accepted her that way because you loved her and you would do anything just to keep her, and in order to do that, she had to keep you a secret. don't get it wrong, you knew that she loved you dearly since she makes it known to you in so many ways whenever you have your time together. however, when it came to everyone else, you were nothing but isabela madrigal’s best friend.

and when you were told that the madrigals were preparing for mariano’s proposal to isabela, you felt absolutely hurt and betrayed. you felt your chest tighten as your pain led you to be angry at isabela. and then you were angry with yourself as well.

after walking without a destination in mind, you found yourself at the river hidden within the trees and hills which surrounded encanto. you took a deep breath in, the fresh evening air pleasantly invading your lungs.

you took your buttoned shirt off and then slipped out of your skirt, carelessly dropping them on the rocky ground. you were about to take off your undergarments when you felt familiar arms wrapping themselves around your naked waist.

you took a shaky breath in as you tried to free yourself from her embrace, “isabe-”

she held your waist tighter and closer, feeling your back against her, “can we talk?”

“why? so you can feed me more of your lies?” you removed yourself from her, facing her as you spoke, “shouldn’t you be picking out dresses for next week? mariano’s proposal has to be perfect, i heard.”

“i didn’t even know until yesterday, mi vida,” isabela explained, “abuela just decided everything for-”

“exactly, isabela!” you exclaimed, “you can never decide anything for yourself because other people make your choices for you. and you just let them!”

“i know that,” isabela caressed your arm, “i apologize, mi cariño."

“you didn’t even tell me!” you turned your back on her as you yelled, not minding whatever it is that she previously said, “i had to find out through the baker, for God's sake!”

“i knew you would be angry so-"

“well, did you expect me to just let this kind of thing slide?!” you yelled as you looked back at her, seeing her pitiful face, “leave, isabela. i don’t want to see you any more tonight.”

despite you telling her to leave, she walked closer to you, running her palms through your shoulders and arms. her hands found themselves on your hips before whispering to your ear from behind, “i’m sorry, mi amor.”

you took a deep breath in, completely distracted by how her hands were now traveling to your waist so teasingly slow.

“i’m sorry for being a coward, and i’m sorry for not telling you,” she genuinely apologized, moving your hair to one side as she kissed the side of your neck, still holding you from behind, “by tomorrow, i’ll figure something out, alright? i’ll talk to mariano about it.”

you found yourself slowly nodding to whatever she spoke of, feeling as if she put a spell on you to make you calm down and completely melt into her.

she spoke softly once again, “let’s go for a swim, mi vida.”

you found yourself complying with her, doing whatever it is she wanted you to. you felt as if you were hypnotized, or was it just how she naturally made you feel when her hands were on you? you didn't know, but you enjoyed it.

you both were now naked as she led you deeper in the river, her hands never leaving your waist as her dark eyes looked into yours.

isabela started to kiss your collarbones, causing you to close your eyes as your arms wrapped around her neck. she marked wherever her lips landed on your skin, not leaving that certain area until it bruised.

she looked up at you before wearing her heart on her sleeve and saying, "(y/n), i was wrong. and i get why you're angry, but i love you. and i'm going to be better for you. i promise that i'll do all that i can, alright mi amor? but for now, i want to make love to you."

you gave her half a smile, your anger completely vanishing at her words. you teased, "only if stop making me angry."

she smiled at you as she said, "that's impossible, you're always angry."

"well, it seems like you won't be getting some tonight," you pretend to leave and get out of the water, but she quickly held onto your hand.

"no, no, no," she said, "you're not going to leave me hanging this time, princesa."

she kissed your lips hungrily, pulling you closer as her hand made its way around your throat, making you moan in surprise.

isabela parted your legs with her knee, her other hand trailing down to touch you where you needed her the most.

her finger teased your womanhood, eliciting a moan from your pretty lips. she smirked at your reaction before finally entering you.

she felt so good, God, she felt too good. your moans were an invitation to make her go faster, rougher, just the way that you liked it.

"i never thought that my good girl would enjoy getting fucked in a river this much," she commented with a shit-eating grin, "tell me, do i make you feel good, mi princesa?"

she had two fingers thrusting in and out of you in the most pleasant ways possible, which gave you trouble in responding to her question.

"corazon, i asked you a question," isabela said in a warning tone.

"you make me feel so, so good," you moaned.

she smiled cockily, "i know."

she kept going, and God, it all felt even better with each thrust. soon enough, your nails were scratching on her shoulders as your moans started to sound like whimpers and pleads.

"go on, mi vida, come," and just like that, you did.

you felt tired as you wrapped your arms around her, your body collapsing.

isabela laughed, "you okay, cariño?"

"tired."

"i told you, getting angry takes a lot of energy!"

"you take a lot of energy!"

she laughed at you before saying, "it's getting dark. do you wanna join us for dinner?"

"i don't think i can face your family knowing that you had just…"

"made love to you? in a river? and you enjoyed it a little too much?" she teased.

you rolled your eyes, "i'm getting you back later."

"oh? am i also getting my turn this evening?"

"we'll see," you gave her a wink.

i'm officially taking requests! <3

edit: requests are now closed!

#isabela madrigal x reader #isabela madrigal x female reader #isabela madrigal x fem!reader #isabela madrigal #encanto #mariano guzman #isabela madrigal smut

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sesamestreet47 · 3 years ago

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Is your bedroom ceiling bored?

Isabela Madrigal x fem!reader

she/her for the reader & she/her for Isabela

angst, song fic

the fic is heavily inspired by the song, so I recommend giving it a listen before reading!

word count: 2768

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

MASTERLIST

@sesamestreet47

“What about purple…?” Isabela muttered to herself.

With just a slight movement of her hand, the roses on her ceiling changed their color from red to purple. She was now staring at a massive combination of lavenders, mauves, violets and other shades of purple. Her body was sprawled all over her king-sized bed. Legs weirdly tangled in the covers, she could already feel the excruciating pain in her legs that she would suffer through the next morning. Her pillow was tucked under her head and her hair was lying all over the mattress. A few unfinished braids could be spotted here and there. The other pillow was lost somewhere in the sea of petals on the floor. It was just past two in the morning. Normally Isa would be asleep, making sure she gets the recommended eight hours of sleep. Beauty sleep. But tonight she just couldn’t get her eyes to close as they kept going back to the ceiling. Any longer and she’ll burn a hole in it with her gaze. Not feeling an ounce of tiredness, she observed the flowers above her, changing their colors every few moments.

This wasn’t the first time her body was refusing to drift off to sleep. It’s been like this for days now. Her brain was too busy. Too many thoughts occupied her mind. They all were about the same and one thing only. Y/N.

Y/N and her beautiful hair. Y/N and her charming smile. Y/N and her sweet voice. Y/N and her soft skin. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. She heard her name over and over, that little voice in her head was repeating it all the time just to taunt her.

Isa sighed and rolled over. She was now lying on her side with her left palm under her cheek. She looked at her right hand before opening it and soon a little daisy blossomed from it. She twirled it in her fingers and ripped a single petal.

“She loves me…” Isa muttered. “She loves me not…”

And she whispered those words as she ripped the petals not caring where they land. “She loves me not…” she said when the last petal was ripped. Isa let out a shaky breath. Her eyes drifted back to the ceiling. The vibrant, purple flowers that used to be there, were now dark and few petals were scrunched. They started to fall off.

“Jeez, I’m making the flowers wither with my stupid sulking,” Isa groaned. Why did Y/N make her feel this way? She made her heart dance when she touched her, smiled at her, sang with her. But she made her eyes wet when she talked with someone else, laughed with someone else, spent time with someone else. It’s always someone else, never Isabela. Will it ever be? She could only hope.

Isabela sat up on her bed making the daisy’s petals fall off of her chest. She gently placed her feet on the flower carpet. She stretched her muscles and stood up, slowly making her way towards her glowing door. She had no idea why she got the urge to leave her bedroom, she just decided to get out before all the plants drop dead. She stood next to the barriers, the only other sources of light were the faintly glowing doors and the moon above her. She looked up at it noticing that it was full. She pressed her lips into a thin line looking away as she remembered the last night like this.

“You’re interrupting my date, Isa,” Y/N said from the ground.

Isabela’s eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know I was here?”

“You’re the only one who smells like orchids 24/7.” the girl turned her head to look at the Madrigal girl. “My nose has been twitching for a while.”

Isabela smiled and walked over to her friend, her hands fiddling with her dress. She sat down next to her laying figure. Y/N repositioned herself and put her head on Isa’s lap. Isabela started playing with Y/N locks, ignoring the pink hue that adorned her nose.

“Yeah, no, it’s fine, you can third-wheel,” Y/N said sarcastically.

“What are you talking about?” Isa chuckled amused.

“My date. With the moon, dummy.” Y/N pointed at the night sky. Isa laughed a little too loudly, making the girl on her lap smack her arm. Isabela looked down with a tender smile and half-lidded eyes. She booped Y/N’s nose playfully. Y/N scrunched her nose and Isa thought she was the cutest human being in the world.

Actually, in Isa’s mind, Y/N was beautiful. All kinds of beautiful. In her mind, Y/N was all kinds of beauty. Beautifully cute when she was teasing Isa. Beautifully pretty when the sun was setting and illuminating her figure and when she danced or sang with Isabela. Beautifully breath-taking when she was sitting on her bed with scrunched papers and opened notebooks around her with her eyes focused on the poem she was writing. Isa could practically hear the gears working in her mind when she tried to put a certain feeling into words. She often wondered what secrets does that lovely head of hers kept.

Yes, Y/N was definitely a beautiful girl.

“Why are you out here?” Y/N said after a while.

“I could ask you the same thing,”

“Oh, I can make up an excuse,” Y/N defended herself.” but you can’t. It’s your parents’ anniversary party after all.”

“Yeah, I know…” Isa sigehd.

“Oh crap, what is it?” Y/N sat up alarmed. She cupped Isa’s face. “Why is there a frown on tu hermosa cara?”

Isabela’s throat went dry at the feeling of Y/N’s fingers gently caressing her skin. She looked to the side to prevent herself from passing out if she was to meet her heavy gaze.

“It’s nothing,” she laughed nervously removing Y/N’s hands from her face. “I’m okay.”

“Ay, Isa, lying doesn’t suit you,”

“Fine…” Isa sounded defeated. “Too much love.”

Y/N snorted. “What the heck does that mean?”

“It’s too love-dovey in there.” Isabela pointed at the Casita.

Y/N was full on laughing right now. Isa’s eyebrows scrunched not understaning what she said that made her friend gasp for air. She blew some daisies in her face successfully making her calm down.

“I don’t think that’s the case,” Y/N breathed out. “You’re just jealous.”

“Jealous?” Isa exclaimed almost offended.

Before she could argue more, Y/N put a hand on her mouth. “Yes, that’s what I said,” she deadpanned. Her hand remained on her lips. Isa prayed she wouldn’t burn Y/N’s palm with her hot-like-sun cheeks. “You can deny it all you want, and most people would probably believe you, but not me. You’re a hopeless romantic.”

Isa rolled her eyes swatting the girl’s hand from her face. Y/N smirked and sat crossed legged in front of Isa. She leaned in making Isa lean back. She hated how flustered she became just from a few touches.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Isa stuttered.

Y/N scoffed.“You just wish you found someone, like your mom found your dad,”

What if I already have?

What if that person is sitting dangerously close to me?

What if I want to kiss her and grow sunflowers for her because I know she prefers them from roses?

What if I want to throw an anniversary party for her and I in a couple of years, like my parents did?

“Come,” Y/N interrupted Isabela’s thoughts. “Let’s get back inside. I’m feeling like dancing.”Isa’s eyes trailed over Y/N as she stood up. She got up as well and followed the girl back to Casita. Her eyes not once leaving her.

What if I found you, Y/N?

Isabela sighed. Ever since that night, she had cursed herself for not saying those thoughts out loud. They were in her mind, on folded pieces of paper scattered across her floor (probably covered by many flowers by now), but not out in the open. Locked from anyone’s sight, especially the girl’s in question.

Isa looked at the moon, thinking how annoyed he must be with her. Watching her so pathetically falling in love and not being able to help. Not able to give her some guidance.

She turned on her heel deciding that she’ll force herself to sleep if she had to. She was definitely sleep-deprived by now, she was expecting help from the moon.

A little bit further away, in a house in the middle of the village, and a few hours later, another girl had just woken up. Her eyelids felt heavy and her eyes stung a bit. Her head was spinning. She was tired. The dream she had, didn’t let her sleep peacefully. Y/N looked out her window. The rising sun hit her face making her wince and groan, She shielded herself from it. But soon she found the rays quite comforting as they were nicely warming up her forehead and cheeks. She looked at the alarm clock beside her bed and sighed exasperatedly seeing it was just past five in the morning. With a roll of her eyes, she let her head hit the pillow with a light thump. She ran her fingers through her hair slightly tugging on it. She stared at her ceiling that over the years she covered with her favorite poems. All about love.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid…” she cursed herself. “Stupid me, stupid Señorita Perfecta!”

The reason why Y/N couldn’t get a goodnight sleep was no other than Isabela Madrigal. The oldest, the most graceful, the most flawless of the magical family. She once again visited Y/N in her dreams. Why? That was a hard question, Y/N didn’t have a clear answer for that. Isabela had been making her feel things she didn’t know she could feel. Things that felt nice but also things that made her panic a bit. Girls were confusing. Isa was even more so. When she gracefully walked around the plaza, Y/N’s first thought would be to hold her hand. But then another thought would creep in, thought that by holding said hand some of Isa’s perfection would rub off on her. Nasty thought. Y/N didn’t like it. Every time her eyes landed on Isa, the same chaotic thing would happen in her mind. The need to be with Isa was quickly followed by a dismissive thought that tried to convince her it was just the need to be like Isa. Y/N hated the overthinking that so often took place inside of her head.

She lazily rolled from her bed letting her body hit the floor. She stood up with a grumble and stumbled to her mirror. She rubbed the sleep off of her eyes and gazed over her reflection. Y/N found her own eyes and looked deeply into them as if waiting for the girl in the mirror to answer all her questions.

Do I want to be like Isa?

Who wouldn’t? She’s a magical goddess.

Do I want that?

Or do I wanna be with Isa?

Do I want to kiss her?

I do. But is it because I like her or because she has perfect lips?

Isa is a great friend, I love her. But do I love her as a friend or as a pathetic simp?

Only one question left her mouth though. “Who is Isabela to me?”

But when her reflection didn’t answer, she sighed and slapped herself. Her eyes drifted to a piece of paper that was tucked in the corner of the mirror. It was yet another poem, one written by Y/N herself. It was about Isabela.

“Of course it’s about her,” she chuckled dryly.

It was written back when they had just started hanging out. A long time ago, a couple of years at least. Y/N scrunched her nose when looking at the words over and over again. Up until now, the poem was purely platonic. Just a poem about a girl that Y/N wanted to befriend. But when she reread those sentences, she saw the platonic love she poured into the words change into a romantic one. God damn, so she was a simp after all.

“Every gesture, every move that she makes

Makes me feel like never before

Why do I have

This growing need to be beside her?”

Y/N slapped herself again. She must’ve been high (on love) to think that this was in any way platonic.

“Ay, dios mío…” she muttered when she realized what a dumbass she was. She walked over to her window and sat by it. The rising sun caught her eye. A mix or oranges, pinks, reds, purples. Wherever she looked, some part of Isa would be there apparently.Y/N closed her eyes and let the warmth of the sun consume her. Once again the flower-growing girl appeared in her mind. And she brought a certain memory with her from a week ago.

“What?” Isa said in disbelief.

“Yeah, my mom found me someone,”

Y/N’s mother grew tired of her daughter messing around. She thought the age of twenty-two was perfect for settling down. So, when she noticed Y/N had no interest in anyone, she decided to take the matter into her own hands.

“It’s not serious. She wants me to date him first and then we’ll see about the wedding.” Y/N rubbed her neck. “But knowing mami, she already has grandkids’ names listed somewhere.”

Isabela didn’t laugh at Y/N’s attempt to lighten up the mood.

“Wow, I-” Isa started.

Y/N stared at her with hope and worry in her eyes.

Stop this, Isa.

I don’t want this, you know I don’t.

You can stop it, you’re a Madrigal, they’ll listen to you.

Isa, please.

Fight for me.

Say something.

Look at me.

Isa, look at me!

But Isa didn’t look up as Y/N didn’t say any of this out loud. The unspoken thoughts scratched her throat like they wanted to claw their way out. Y/N stared at Isabela, eyes burning from the tears that were threatening to escape. She started playing with her fingers and biting her lip. Why won’t she look at her? She wished she would glance at least. That would be enough. Enough to show her she wasn’t delusional and what they had was something more than friendship. Enough to show her that just like Y/N, Isa was breaking inside. Enough to show her that she cared. But their eyes never met.

“I’m happy for you Y/N,” Isa whispered.

So I’m not a girl worth fighting for…

Y/N could write, but she couldn’t talk. Every single thing she wanted Isa to hear her say, was written down on a piece of paper and safely tucked in the drawer of her desk. Thinking of it now, Y/N had no idea what she wanted to accomplish by that. Did she expect a white pigeon to break into her room, open the drawer and deliver the letters to Isabela? Yeah, right. Or did she just hope to cage the feelings, hoping they’d eventually get forgotten? That would be easier, wouldn’t it?

“Coward…” she called herself still staring at the sun. She tilted her head and shot the big star a challenging look.

“Huh, you’re probably enjoying this?” she asked temptingly. “Here I am, having a total meltdown and you’re just standing there, shining stupidly… Asshole…”

She hugged her knees and blew the loose locks from her forehead. She really needed to get some good sleep soon. She was talking to the sun. She must be losing it.

Y/N went back to her bed. She plopped down onto the mattress. She lied in a starfish position looking at the ceiling. She grimaced quietly wishing she had never put those pieces of poetry up there.

“Ay, Isa…” she sighed dreamily. “I wish I knew how I felt about you before.”

“Why didn’t I tell you how I felt?”

Two girls lied in their beds asking themselves the same question. Both of them were staring at a “love-filled” ceiling. One with roses, the other with love poems. Both ceilings were equally bored of the girls beating themselves up for being such cowards. They wished they could help them.

Get up!

Talk to her!

Kiss her or something!

But they couldn’t so they just stared and grew more and more bored each day and night.

MASTERLIST

the poem is a verse from the song “Strangers Like Me” from Tarzan

there’s also a Mulan reference :)

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