#julieta madrigal x you

[zafirosreverie]

No cure (Julieta x Reader)

for nonie, hope you like it

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“Mom? Please answer me…I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen”

“Julieta, please…we need you, you can’t leave Bruno and I alone”

“Mija, your family misses you, your daughters need you, don’t leave us”

She could hear the voices in her room, she could feel her sister’s rain on her, her daughters hugging her, she could see the blurry form of her mother in front of her and her niece crying some steps behind. But that didn’t matter to her. They all knew why she was in that state. They knew it was their fault.

"I can't go on like this anymore" you had written "I love you, but I can't keep living in fear of not waking up again. I'm sorry"

And the rest of your letter had been erased due to her tears. The edges of it were torn and wrinkled, from the strength with which she clung to that piece of paper every night, as if her life depended on it, as if she could pull you out of the ink. It was painful, but it was the last thing that was left of you.

There were too many things she would regret for the rest of her life, no matter how short or how long that was, but allowing her daughters to cross so many lines with you, letting things get out of hand and not protecting you when she had to, was by far what weighed the most on her.

It came as no surprise to anyone that Isabela was cold and sharp with you, of her three daughters, she was the one who had been most mad at her when she divorced Agustín and the first to yell at her when she announced that she was dating someone else.

Julieta had tried to be understanding and patient with her, waiting for her daughter to have time to process everything, something you did too, which is why you hadn't introduced yourself to the family until much later. You wanted to respect her daughters, something that none of the three wanted to do with you.

Surprisingly, Luisa was always the nicest to you. She wasn't really close to you, but she would at least smile at you a bit and talk to you politely, though she never really let you get close to her. Mirabel wasn't rude either, but it was terribly obvious that she didn't want you there either.

She was always cold with you, she didn't answer you when you spoke to her, she left the room as soon as you entered and her characteristic friendly smile was never directed towards you. She never said it out loud, but both you and her mother knew that she shared the same thought as her older sister: get out of here.

And then there was Isabela.

From the first moment you set foot in Casita, the young woman made it her mission to make your life a hell. She was always making comments about your appearance, your body, your usefulness (which was none in her opinion), something that Julieta knew were your worst insecurities. She was always rude when she talked to you, she took every opportunity she got to remind you that you didn't belong in the family, that you would never be worthy of her mother.

Your girlfriend was always trying to calm things down, to reassure you that it was just a phase, that she loved you, that she wanted you by her side, and that her daughters would soon accept you, but she knew that every time you left the dining room without even touching your food, a part of you withered away. There came a time when she could no longer lie to herself.

The rest of the family wasn't helping either. Camilo played cruel pranks on you just to make Mirabel smile and even sweet Antonio looked down on you, if only to imitate his favorite cousin, and you also lost your voice. Dolores was always listening to you, of everything you did or said, so that Isabela could have more ammunition against you, there was no secret of yours that the two girls did not know, which left you vulnerable, paranoid and unable to really express anything for fear that it would be used against you. Little by little you stopped talking, even with her. The only times the healer would hear your voice was in the safety of night, in her room, where her niece couldn't hear you.

Julieta had tried to talk to the six children, but none had quit on their mission to torture you. She tried with Pepa and Felix, but her sister just shrugged and told her that she knew what she was getting into when she separated from her husband. Her brother-in-law had simply agreed with her sister, as always.

Mom didn't do anything either. She hadn't even wanted to accept you into the family, so she didn't care what her grandchildren did with you, the sooner you left and let her daughter "fix things" with Agustín, the better (no, she didn't care that said daughter had told her that there was nothing to fix, that everything was over between her and her ex-husband).

The only person who tried to make you feel welcome besides her was Bruno, and that didn't even count because the only reason he had to be nice to you was a vision he had. Julieta didn't want to know what was on the green tablet, the only thing that mattered to her was that before that, her brother hadn't wanted anything to do with you either. She was really alone in this. She started to be afraid you’d leave her because all her “family” was doing, but you always put a smile on your precious face and said you could hold yourself together for a little more.

And then the stupid Belladonna thing happened. 

You already knew that you would never receive a beautiful flower from Isabela, and it was not uncommon for the occasional thorn to appear in your shoes (you had gotten used to checking them before putting them on for that very reason), but she never thought that the cruelty of her daughter could go so far.

She must have been suspicious when her eldest daughter had smiled sweetly at you, when she had spoken to you tenderly and offered a cup of tea she had never made. She could see in your eyes that you were just as confused and a little scared, but it was the first time that Isabela didn't insult you when talking to you, and you didn't want to ruin a possible peace agreement by rejecting it.

So you took it and thanked her with a soft smile that had warmed even her heart. For a moment, the older woman allowed herself to let down her guard and hope that things would get better. Silly of her, she forgot that she was the only daughter who could poison you.

You took a small sip, your mind torn between hoping that things would really get better, and fearing that it was just another joke. Perhaps you were expecting a spicy or salty touch, or some other alteration, but in reality it was sweet... too sweet.

Alerts went off in you, but as the girl looked at you with hopeful eyes, you just smiled and finished your cup. Juliet saw everything a few steps behind you, her heart softened and beating with love and hope. It seemed the beginning of something new, of a better relationship with her daughters... then the nightmare began.

A few minutes later you clung to the kitchen counter as if your life depended on it, you were dizzy and disoriented, your hands were sweaty and she could see that your pupils were dilated. Your face turned red, you couldn't seem to breathe, and he barely had time to catch you before you collapsed.

Camilo and Mirabel leaned out and gave Isabela a high five, which she told the healer that you had been the victim of another prank, but for some reason, this seemed too serious. Dolores confirmed this when she ran in a few seconds later, her eyes wide and her face full of guilt.

Her niece was terrified and her voice cracked as she screamed that your heart rate was too fast, and that this was not part of the plan. Juliet barely had to hear the word "belladonna" before she gasped and raced against the clock.

She had picked you up and carried you to the bathroom, Casita seemed to be on her side for once and helped her up the stairs quickly, while she blocked out the screams of the family behind her. She managed to make you vomit and as soon as you breathed well again, she put an arepa in your mouth to prevent the poisoning from advancing. She acted fast and managed to get you completely to safety, but fear and mistrust were firmly imprinted on you.

You heard your girlfriend fighting with her eldest daughter, who didn't seem even the least bit sorry for what she had done to you, despite the seriousness of the situation, and the banter didn't stop after that. It was then that, despite how much you loved Juliet, you had to make a decision, and barely a week after that, you disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving only a note behind you.

Julieta had cried even before she finished reading it, and her screams had woken everyone in the house, not just Dolores. At first her mother tried to get closer to her, but was greeted with a shoving and the most angry look she had ever seen in her life. Her anger was directed especially at her eldest granddaughter.

"It's not that bad, mom" Isabela said rolling her eyes.

"YOU COULD KILL HER!"

"You were there, weren't you? And I didn't even give him much belladonna, just a little-"

"ENOUGH!" Julieta had yelled, taking everyone by surprise "I'm sick of all this, I'm tired of all of you. She didn't do anything, she was never rude, she never raised her voice to anyone and you treated her like dirt"

"Juli-"

"Why?” she asked with a voice so broken that Alma wanted to cry “I have never done anything against this family. I was always your perfect golden doll, I never said no, I even married a man I didn’t want to because YOU thought it was the best for me. Was I a bad daughter?”

“No, mija, that’s-”

“Then why? Why couldn’t I be happy? Why couldn’t you all support me the only time I choose myself?” 

The Madrigals didn’t know what to say, and Julieta’s daughters were divided between the shock of knowing their mother didn't want to marry their father in the first place and seeing the woman the three of them looked up to breaking in front of them like a scared little girl.

“Julieta-”

“I know you never liked Y/N” she interrupted her sister “but I do, Pepa, I really do”

“Mom, I didn’t-”

“You don’t talk to me, Isabela” she growled “not tonight. You’re the one who treated her the worst, you tried to kill her for god’s sake! What if I hadn’t been there? Have you thought about it?”

The girl tried not to cry but her mother’s words were cutting her like sharp knives. Maybe because Julieta had never spoken to her like that before, maybe it was the deep disappointment in her eyes…or maybe, it was because she knew she was right. You could have died for what she did.

“But that doesn’t matter” the healer whispered “you got what you wanted. What ALL of you wanted. She’s gone…congratulations”

“Juli-”

“You didn’t want her to be part of the family” she cut her sister “now I wish I wasn’t either”

And with that, she had closed her room’s door on everyone’s faces, leaving all the family shocked, scared and feeling terribly guilty. They knew they couldn’t do anything at the moment, and Isabela and Dolores were crying, they just hoped things would get better the next day.

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But the next day had turned into a week, and then a month. Julieta never spoke to any of them again, she didn’t smile, didn’t laugh, she didn’t even look at them. She just did her shores and locked herself in her room. Her eyes were red, her skin lost the healthy glow it once had, her hair was a mess, she lost weight and didn’t have that friendly and motherly shape anymore. She became a ghost.

And what scared them the most was that, by the third month after you left, the glow on her door faded. It reminded them of Bruno’s door before he came back. Pepa had cried and begged for her sister to forgive them all, Alma regretted every single choice she made about her daughter’s life without her consent, Dolores and Isabela were about to lose their sanity. Everyone missed Julieta, but none could do anything to bring her back. She was dying in front of them”

“Julieta, please…please” Pepa begged again

“Mija”

“Mami”

“There’s no use” Bruno sighed, making everyone look at him “we did this”

“Tío Bruno?” Mirabel asked as he showed them the vision he had 

“She’s not coming back” he whispered “there’s no cure for a broken heart”

[encantobrainrot365]

Julieta Madrigal

Ok, I was inspired by a previous post to write a character analysis of Julieta.

So, the deal with Julieta is that she’s not exactly the golden child, at least not at first. It’s more like she’s the Good Girl of the family. The one that Alma doesn’t have to worry about because she’s so mature for her age. She’s quiet, humble, and kind. The one who may have been overlooked in favor of her louder and more boisterous siblings.

She can heal people with the food she makes and the love she carries for everyone in the Encanto. So therefore, no, she’s not the golden child, she’s the Caretaker.

The extra set of hands Alma needed when things were too much for her. If Alma was feeling down or depressed, or too busy, and Julieta’s siblings were anxious or upset, Julieta would take care of it. No need to bother their mother unless it’s an emergency, right?

It’s been said she was born to be a mother and that’s because she’s been mothering her family and half the town since she was five. Those are the sort of expectations she carries around.

I think that’s what allows her to relate to her older daughters and sobrinos who fill a similar role of support within the family. She’s the healer, the caretaker.

She lends a listening ear; she tries to make you smile with food and words of affirmation; she shoulders the family’s burdens; she sees their hurt and tries her best to lighten the load.

She was probably the one Alma was eager to marry off first, because she would make such a good mom and matriarch to the family, kind of like Isabela. So good for the Encanto.

But instead of marrying the perfect guy, like Isa planned to, she married the perfect guy for her, Agustin.

I also think she blames herself for Bruno leaving. He was obviously hurting and she feels she failed him because she couldn’t fix it.

That’s why she parents Mirabel the way she does. She sees a lot of her brother in her daughter and that’s why she tells Mirabel not lose her way in this family the same way her brother did.

She always tries to reassure her daughter that she is perfect, that she’s enough, just the way she is. She doesn’t have to try so hard. She showers them all, with unconditional love and affection. (Something Alma wasn’t very good at doing that much growing up.)

And as great as those things are it wasn’t always what her kids needed. She’s a caretaker, but she’s also very passive. Unlike her siblings, she’s the “unproblematic” one. “Señorita Perfecta” in that she avoids making waves and causing conflict. She tries to be a good daughter, and not give her mother a hard time. That’s what I think she has someone like Agustin for. A husband who stands by her and will firmly stand up for his family, and always support them, no matter what. And that’s exactly what he does. So yeah, I think she’s an amazing mom, and a great role model with her own flaws and problems just like everyone else.

[hugsandchaos]

Bruno’s room is weird. The pit seems to go up forever, but it doesn’t. If you manage to climb the wall all the way to the top, you’ll be in a small section of the Long Now.

Yes, Bruno has met Clockwork. Yes, he knows what he is. No, he doesn’t worship him or pray to him. Yes, he’s understandably scared of him.

That’s why when Clockwork asked him to watch his student next week for a few hours, Bruno was silent at the dinner table. This could either go very well or very badly.

Wait… He did tell them who Clockwork is, right?

[call-to-the-wyatt]

Encanto Headcanon- Dating Camilo would include... (Camilo Madrigal x GN! Reader)

Hey everyone!! Today I decided to write an Encanto Headcanon about dating Camilo. This is fully based on what I know about the Madrigals and what I imagine dating Camilo would be like. I obviously got some inspiration from other writers, but no one specific.

Anyways, enjoy! -Bar

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Dating Camilo Madrigal would include... part 1 (before the movie)

~ You guys met at Luisa’s last birthday, and you looked breathtaking.

~ Camilo couldn’t get himself to go talking to you, so he just adored you from afar as long as he wasn’t focused on Antonio.

~ You saw the cute curly boy around your age playing with Antonio and couldn’t help your smile. It was just too cute!

~ You blushed, hard, when he looked up and met your gaze; you looked away already, so you couldn’t see, but his cheeks turned red, too.

~ “Hey, Mirabel, who’s this?” You asked her and pointed to Camilo.

~ She had a mischievous smile as she told you it’s her cousin, Camilo. What was she palnning?

~ Later that night, Camilo heard from Mirabel you asked about him.

~ “Y\N? Is this the person who was dancing here earlier with Y\F\M (your fav Madrigal except for Camilo)?” -”Yep. They’re right there, go talk to them”

~ You were very surprised when Camilo was tripping to where you set. His face were red and his hair and clothes were messy from the dancing, but you still found him very attractive.

~ Camilo was still stunned by you, but he managed to say a few complete sentences. You were so nice and easy to talk to, his shyness faded away, and you two had a long, enthralling conversation.

~ And of course, once his flirty self came back, he used the countless amount of pickup lines he knew on you.

~ “You know who you’re reminding me of? My next S\O”

~ “Do you believe in love at first tight or I should walk by again?”

~ “I don’t like your last name. You should change it to Madrigal”

~ (and so on...)

~ As you two kept talking and laughing, Camilo couldn’t help falling for you harder and harder.

~ By the end of the night, he knew for sure he’s in love. But he didn’t know if you felt the same, and it made him nervous and anxious.

~ He went to talk to Dolores about it, and ended up getting advices from her and all of his cousins, who had a sleepover.

~ Eventually, they helped him planning how to ask you out, not knowing you just waited for him to do it.

~ Long story short, he asked you out, you said yes, and now he was supposed to take you on your first date.

~ He found the perfect glade and asked Isabela to find out what’s your favorite flower (Isabela: *rolling her eyes* I already know what’s their favorite flower) and grow it all over te place, but leave a space big enough to do picnics or just hang out for a while.

~ Isabela agreed, and the next day everything was ready.

~ Mirabel decorated Camilo’s ruana and your favorite y\f\c\p (your favorite clothing piece- skirt, pants, shirt, etc), Isabela made them a crown of Y\F\F (your favorite flower), Luisa brought a basket full of Julieta’s best foods and desserts and Dolores prepared you to the meeting with the Madrigals- especially Abuela and Pepa.

~ Pepa was excited, of course, when Camilo said you two are going on a date, and Felix made sure she doesn’t rain all over you; but it was hard, considering how excited he also was to see his son going on a date.

~ Everyone were so happy to see Camilo’s smile when he looked at you, and they were excited to know the person Camilo fell in love with.

~ After everyone (and their gifts) were introduced, Camilo took you away. He loved his family, but he knew they would stay there forever if he won’t take you on your date.

~ You started walking in the forest until you found the glare- well, Camilo was walking, you had a blindfold while Luisa carried you after him so it’ll be a surprise. (You weren’t too happy about it, but you were really curious about where he takes you now).

~ When Camilo took off your blindfold, you gasped at the breathtaking sight- thousands of y\f\fs in all of the colors possible were growing at the glare in circles, leaving a little space of emerald-green grass. It was beautiful, amazing, nothing like anything you imagined or seen- and you chose to show your gratefulness by kissing Camilo on the cheek. You were both blushing when you whispered “thanks, Cami”, but you got yourselves out of it quickly and started settle on the grass.

~ Apearantly Julieta packed them everything they needed: food, water, a picnic blanket and pillows- “for the time sitting down starts to hurt”, as the notes sticked to the pillows said.

~ They were having a great time, and just before the dark they packed their things in the basket again and started walking back, still laughing and talking.

~ Camilo walked y\n to their house, kissing them on the cheek for goodbye and made sure they went in and their parents were there to take them to bed, and onlt then went back to Casita. When he told his parents about it, they hugged him and told him how proud they are of him and the gentleman he grew up to be.

~ After the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th date, Camilo finally asked Y\N to be his s\o. You, of course, said yes, and his family couldn’t be happier... literally: Pepa made rainbows everywhere; Isabela was going around town spreading flowers of any kind, color and shape; Julieta didn’t stop making desserts to heal the town; Luisa was so excited she always used too much power to lift everything (and caused several accidents that way); Dolores squeaked whenever she heard one of you talking about the other; Antonio always let you play with his animals; Mirabel made you a new y\f\c\p; Agustin and Felix told you it’s okay to be an outsider who has no gift and they can join the club once they marry Camilo (which made you turn red like a tomato); and Abuela just smiled as she watched you- she saw the same love she and Pedro had, this teenager made her first male grandson happy and that gave her peace- even though she thought they weren’t good enough for Camilo.

~ But as Camilo started dated Y\N, Isabela decided to have her revenge at him for all the years of teasing her.

~ Every time Y\N came to Casita, Isabela would stand at the door, sing “CAMILO, YOUR S\O’S HERE” as loud as she can and create a flower statue of you, laughing.

~ You didn’t understand why is makes Isabela laugh and Camilo get so mad he turned into her and moked her, but after Isabela explained you what happened you found that funny too.

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It’s been FOREVER since I posted here. My next thing will probably be part 4 of CLUELESS cuz I’m very nice

Anyways ily and hope you’ll enjoy!

~Bar

[foreveranevilregal]

Encantober Day 27: Grave

So...I know it's almost March and Encantober ended months ago, but I promised myself I'd finish it, and here it is. I had more ideas for this prompt, but I lost my outline so I'll add them in once I post it to AO3. @encantober-official

Dewdrops clung to the grass as Alma made the habitual walk to where her Pedro lay. There was a slight chill in the early morning air; she pulled her shawl more tightly around her shoulders. She loved the stillness of those early hours before the town awoke.

A misty haze hung in the air, blurring the outlines of the headstones lining the graveyard. As she approached, the headstones grew clearer. The one marking Pedro’s grave was large and ornate; intricate designs carved around the edges. After the funeral, after the burial, after she’d had time to process the tragedy, she had insisted that the spot where he lay be marked with something truly special.

“Hola, Pedro,” she said simply, resting her hand along the top of the headstone. A caress meant for his cheek, given to cold damp stone. She smiled wistfully, taking in the familiar sight. Alma tried to visit regularly, but today was different. Today marked the anniversary of when her Pedro sacrificed himself to give her and their children the chance for a better life. Technically, it might have been yesterday. She wasn’t entirely sure. They couldn’t exactly check their pocket watches while they were fleeing for their lives. But she liked to think it happened after midnight. The oppressive darkness surrounding them sure made it feel like it was the middle of the night, and that was good enough for Alma. She couldn’t bear the thought that lives so important to her could enter and leave the world on the same day, brushing past each other like a breeze blowing by a candle flame.

So, as a family, they chose to commemorate it on October 18th. That way, the children could celebrate their birthday unmarred by the tragedy. It was better that way.

“Ay, Pedro…” Tears spilled down her cheek. “We had quite the year. Antonio got his gift. He can speak to animals. Isn’t that wonderful? You loved animals so much. I remember the adventures we had with those horses. With Toñito’s gift, it’s like part of you lives on inside him.” She shook her head, the corners of her lips tugging up into a smile. “But I’m sure you already knew that. No doubt you had a say in his gift.” It wasn’t an opinion she had ever dared to voice to anyone else, but Alma had a sneaking suspicion that Pedro had lived on in the house that had mysteriously sprung up in the valley across the river. Their Casita.

Clearing her throat, she continued. “We lost our gifts and got them back again. Mirabel…she saved us all. You would be so proud of her, Pedro. She’s just like you. Thanks to her, our magic is stronger than ever.” She sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes. “And Brunito came home. We are all together again. Well…” she choked back a sob, “not all of us.”

She pulled a candle out of her pocket. It wasn’t the magical candle that had sustained them for all those years. Instead, it was an ordinary candle; one you could pass by a thousand times and not throw a second glance. But love had a way of turning the ordinary into something extraordinary, and it had been their love of candles that had first brought them together. Carefully, she lit the candle and placed it near the headstone. She closed her eyes, murmuring a quick prayer.

The sun climbed slowly up the horizon, streaking a brilliant yellow through the gray. Alma traced the letters on the headstone, bargaining with herself for more time. Couldn’t she stay just a little while longer? But in her heart, she knew she couldn’t. Giving the headstone one last lingering look, she nodded stiffly and turned to head back home.

The sun was higher in the sky than Julieta would have liked by the time she made it to her papá’s grave. Despite her best efforts, she just hadn’t been able to finish cooking all the food any earlier. Between tending to injuries and checking on her children, it had taken her far longer than anticipated to prepare the foods she wanted to bring with her. Over the years, through some clever sleuthing, she had learned what had been some of her papá’s favorite dishes. Every year, without fail, she had prepared them for him on today’s date. Although she knew the occasion they were marking, she preferred to think of it as saving him leftovers from their birthday, because that thought didn’t make her want to burst into tears.

Agustín accompanied her on her trek, both for moral support, and to help her carry the sheer amount of food she had prepared. “I, uh, think your papá will be really happy to get all this food.” He winced, hefting the basket higher on his arm to alleviate the soreness of the weight.

“Ay, Agustín, is the basket too heavy?” Julieta studied him concernedly. “Maybe I should have asked Luisa to help…”

“No!” His face turned red from exertion. “Let her rest, mi amor. She’s been working so hard lately. Ever since you got your gifts back, it’s like everyone forgot how to get by without them again.”

Julieta pressed her lips together, guarding her tongue. She knew he was right, but now wasn’t the time to fight that fight. Now she wanted to honor her papá and show him how much she loved him the best way she knew: through food.

Finally, they reached the graveyard. Agustín placed the basket on the ground with a heavy thud. It was filled to the brim with the foods Pedro had enjoyed most, both sweet and savory. His stomach gave an involuntary gurgle.

Julieta chuckled at the sound. “Is someone hungry?” She teased.

“No…” Agustín lied.

“I told you; you should have eaten before we came up here.” Julieta tutted, shaking her head good-naturedly.

“But I wasn’t hungry then!” He argued.

“So you are hungry now?” An amused smile played on her lips.

“Yes! I mean, no! I can’t think,” he complained, rubbing his temples.

“I’ll feed you as soon as we get home, how’s that?” She patted his cheek playfully. “But don’t even think about touching this food. It’s all for papá.”

“I would never!” He insisted, horrified at the assumption.

But Julieta had moved on from the banter, spreading out the various dishes in a cluster around the candle she saw tucked into the corner. Mamá must have been here already. Her candle was still burning brightly, she noted with a smile. Hopefully it would make it through the day.

Once she’d arranged everything to her liking, she addressed her papá. “Papá…we never got to know you growing up, but it was your sacrifice that allowed us to have such a good life.” The words came easily to her, having heard her mamá repeat them time and time again. “I know it’s not enough of a thank you, but I made all your favorites. It would have been better if you could taste them for real, if they could have helped you stay with us, but this will have to do.”

Agustín wrapped his arm around her shoulder, giving her a nod of approval. They stood there for a few minutes, basking in the faint warmth of the morning sun before Julieta bid her papá farewell and they headed back.

[gumdropsss]

Medication

Contains the following:

Julieta, Suicidal Reader, Overdosing, Pills, Medication, Blood, Cutting, No gender mention.

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The world was blurry. You could see the simple shapes around you. A knife, your meds, and blood. Blood everywhere. It was coming from your mouth, your arms, and your legs. You had just overdosed, you were lying on the dinner table of the Casita. It was late. No one would find you like this.. no one to stop you.

Until there was a sharp gasp from the stairs.

you could slightly hear footsteps running toward you, to check on you. You tried to get up, to run from them. But your body wouldn't comply. your eyes were glossy, and almost shut. You could see a simple image of someone.. with a blue night-gown on, and it looked like.. Julieta. Your girlfriend. You could hear her talking, but you couldn't make out the words she was saying.

"Mi amor?! Can you hear me?!"

You could feel your body being lifted up, and sat up-right. "Oh no.. no no no.." You felt something being shoved in your mouth, you couldn't chew it, but your body automatically swallowed it. You choked on it for less then a second, and then your cuts and wounds healed, and you felt better. You still couldn't see, because your eyes were so glossy. The blood stopped flowing from your mouth, but it was still there. "J-julieta..?" she immediately hugged you. "Oh, Mi Amor!" You could hear her sniffling. Her head was nuzzled into your neck, and her breathing was fast, and shallow.

"I-It's okay.. calm d-down.."

Your voice was cracky, so it was hard to form words right. Still, this helped her breathing a smidge. "Mi amor.. I thought you.. you.." She hugged you tighter, she couldn't seem to get the words out of her mouth. She pulled herself back, to look at your face. She put a hand on your cheek, her thumb rubbing it. "..I need to clean you up.." you felt a hand go around your bottom, then your back, lifting you up.

"hmm..? C-could you.. S-say that again..?"

She was already up the stairs. "I said I needed to clean you up, which I do.." Your eyes began to falter. Yes, you weren't overdosed anymore, but it was still late. You were tired. And tired of this bullshit world.

"Everything's gonna be okay.."

When you opened your eyes, you were sitting on a countertop. Specifically a sink countertop. Your arms and legs no longer reeked of blood, and you could see. Julieta was drying you off, since she had used the sink to wash you down. "S-sorry.. I'm sorry.." She lifted her eyes to meet yours. "You did nothing wrong, baby.. But, you need to tell me about things like this.." She picked you up again, and walked towards her bed. She then plopped you down, and she rolled in next to you. "I'm sorry I hadn't noticed sooner.."

"There was nothing to notice.."

Julieta spooned you, her being the big spoon. "close your eyes, my love.." She kissed your hair. "Go to sleep, rest well.." Your eyes slowly began to close. You could feel her warm breath on your hair, the back of your head.

"I love you, Mi amor.."

"I love you too.."

[novthewolf]

Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

Dancing with Camilo Madrigal

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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]

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How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity

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Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]

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[icecry]

✨THE THIEF AND THE PROPHET ✨ CHAPTER 1: 【  SEVEN SWORDS OF THE HERMIT 】

「 Over a year and a half after the miracle had been restored, the village is humming with excitement in preparation for the union of Dolores Madrigal and Mariano Guzman. Now that the extended family is back in town, Pepa and Julieta make sure their brother is no longer the odd one out of the wedding plans. Although he is glad to be reunited with his family, Bruno still feels he needs to tread lightly in hopes not to disappoint. In a moment of quiet self-reflection, the chiming of a traveling jewelry merchant catches Bruno surprise...  」

CHAPTER 1 of my ENCANTO x ROAD TO EL DORADO crossover comic.

Thank you to EVERYONE who has been patiently waiting for this. I first saw this movie a little over a year ago during a busy and stressful time. As much as it pains me not to be able to dedicate as much time to personal projects anymore, it's a reminder of how fortunate I am to be working full-time in my dream career in animation. 

I hope you stick around for the rest of the story. There is so much information in every panel. NOTHING is without meaning. 

CHAPTER 2: We'll touch base with some of Bruno's nieces and nephews, hear from a few folks around town, and get a glimpse into Chel's home life and her history in The Encanto. Is this even the same Chel that we know from centuries ago? 

Until then! ✨

[nights-legacy]

Hi there 👋🏽 I was wondering if I could request some headcanons for class 1A & a reader who’s izuku’s twin sibling who goes to a different school and has a power like Julieta Madrigal’s (where they can heal you with the food they cook) maybe they prefer to call their quirk a gift?

Masterlist MHA Masterlist

1A X Midoriya! Reader

• First of all, no one knew at first that Deku had a sister except Bakugou, obviously

• They all found out after the Sports festival. Afterwards, when the students were the only ones really left at the school, they saw Deku meeting with a mint haired girl off to the side. She handed a small pastry that he gobbled right up.

• They asked Bakugo as he passed to leave. He just said "That's Deku's sister, Y/N." Like it was obvious. She passed a pastry to Bakugo as he passed and he took it with no complaint. He nibbled on it as he left.

• What really blew their minds was that Deku took off his arm braces and was completely healed. Before anyone could ask, they began to walk away. 

• It wasn't until the next school day that they could ask any questions.

Y/N Midoriya: Twin sister to Izuku

Hair: Mint shade & Wavy

Eyes: Hazel/ Bright Amber

Quirk: Can heal Many levels of injury with her cooking.

• Prefers baking but can cook great (Maybe even better than Bakugou.)

• Can factor in different levels of healing into whatever it is she cooks, even have no healing built in.

• Was thought to be quirkless until she wanted to make some strawberry brownies for Izuku after he had a run in with some bullies again. He was healed within moments of the first bite.

• Doesn't go to hero school but is working towards a medical degree.

• You started very young referring to your quirk as a gift. Most peoples quirks were either just inconvenient things or were just there or ones that could be considered heroic quirks. There were fewer people that had healing type quirks so you thought of it more of a gift since you could help people in a calmer, safer way that still held up to the Hero's.

After they meet you:

• After your presence is made known, Aizawa did have to have a meeting with your mother because you couldn't always be healing Izuku and no matter how much you didn't like it, you understood. Especially after you met with Recovery Girl.

• The class LOVED you and it wasn't too long before you were an honorary member of Class 1A. You were similar in a way to Izuku. You were adorable and sweet and fiery to a fault. You were a bit more confident then Izuku as well as being less over the top.

• What surprised everyone the most was that Bakugo was more open to you. He was still his normal standoffish self but he didn't go off on you like he did Deku 

• The class also became very protective of you. If there was any threat that they found out near you, they had either Izuku or Bakugou to call you to make sure you're okay.

• And heaven help the person that did hurt you. If your brother didn't get to them first, they had no chance of escaping the rest.

• Izuku always made sure you got to your own school before heading to UA. That became harder when he had to move into the dorms but you were given permission to visit by Aizawa (he hoped it would help keep Izuku in check.)

• Speaking of Aizawa became fond of you too, not that he was going to mention it. He would do anything for you that he would do for his class.

• All Might even was fond of you. After his retirement, you would make him batches of different things that helped with his condition and the pain from it.

• Like we said, you were loved by the class.

• Sato and you would bake together. He would teach you new recipes and vice versa.

• Uraraka and you were fast friends. You were also very appreciative of her for being friends with Izuku. After you found out what over use of her quirk does to you, you made some candies to help with nausea.

• Kaminari, Sero, Todoroki, and Sero knew they could come to you for anything. Like help with homework and studying , if they need someone to talk to, anything really.

• All the guys made sure that Mineta didn't bother you. It took everyone to hold Izuku AND Bakugou back when he tried something the first time. 

• You were friends with everyone in the class but the ones you became closest with outside the two boys was Kami and Ojiro. The three of you have their weird but perfect balance between you. Kami was drawn to you at first because he's Kaminari, come on. He's a flirt but when you showed genuine interest in him and genuine concern when he short-circuited, he let him be himself with you. 

• And Ojiro, how could you not like him. He's so sweet and you two just clicked. Like two peas in a pod. To be honest, the overall exciting energy the class gives off is overwhelming to you. Ojiro's calm disposition is welcoming to you. You both work hard for your goals and support each other through hard times. (Not to mention the small crush you have on the man that Izuku definitely doesn't tease you about incessantly.)

Tag List: @lilparcheesie @dxnaii-rxse @iris-shihabi @l0vely-lee

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

You’re Gonna Make Me See God

Pairing: Julieta Madrigal x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Girl on Girl, Lesbian smut, Fingering (fem receiving), Oral sex (fem receiving), Mirror sex, Mommy kink, Dumbification, Multiple orgasms, Established relationship.

Writing Time: ?

Word Count: 800 rough estimate.

Format: NSFW Fic.

A/N:

Don’t mind me, just reposting any of my saved works right now. Expect more Encanto smut and random masterlist.

Translations:

Hermosa - Beautiful

Una - What

Peqeña perfecta la coño - Prefect little pussy

Pequeña puta - little whore

Mi amor - My love

Mierda - Shit

Preciosa - Gorgeous

I'm really sorry if these translations are incorrect, I am not a native speaker and I am using Google Translate. If anyone wants to correct me, please feel free to do so.

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You could feel her eyes flick up and burn into you and then you heard a giggle escape her lips.

But you couldn't look back at her. Not when she was doing this to you. Not when she was touching you in this sinful way and making you cry her name weakly.

How could such a quiet polite young woman make you whimper like how you were now? Many, including yourself for a time, thought of Julieta as a sweet innocent girl with no unholy thoughts and only a goal to heal and help as many people as possible.

But how wrong you all were.

Imagine the look on the townspeople if they could see you now with Julieta Madrigal, everyone's holy healer and saviour, fucking you with her long delicate fingers.

"Does my hermosa girl like that?" She grinned.

You whined again.

"Does she like being bend over with my fingers deep inside of her pequeña perfecta la coño?"

I moaned at her dirty words, "Julieta!"

"Aw.." She cooed at you and thrusted her fingers in deeper, "Una pequeña puta..."

More sinful noises fell out of your mouth. You felt so filthy; you were having very tender sex with a woman well out of your league and she won't stop whispering dirty things into your ear.

But it felt so dam good.

You felt although you was slowly falling down slowly, into the deep pleasure Julieta was providing you with.

It felt amazing. Like bliss.

You never wanted her fingers to leave you, so you tried your hardest to squeeze your thighs close together to prevent the sinful Angel from pulling away.

But your thighs were shaking so much from the pleasure, you couldn't do anything. Which made it easy for her to hold your legs open so she could do whatever she wanted to you.

Julieta owned you. And your pussy.

You had felt slightly embarrassed earlier about being so exposed and vulnerable to someone but you had instantly forgotten those self-doubting thoughts as soon as Julieta's fingers entered you.

"Mi amor..?"

A sudden change in her tone brought you back up to reality. She had went from playful dirty tease to the usual soft and gentle Julieta everyone knew again. The change didn't scare you, but it made me slightly nervous as you knew she now wanted something from you.

Julieta leaned up from behind of you and gently used your hair to pull your head and force you to look straight forward. You now saw and remembered the mirror that stood across from the bed.

You could see yourself looking back at you and Julieta behind you in the mirror. You thought you looked...unflattering, to say the least. With your tight braids now out and an absolute mess in between Julieta's fingers, dry tears on both your cheeks, a red face that made you look as if you had been drinking and salvia (that was both yours and Julieta's) smeared across your mouth.

'Mierda.' You thought, 'She had done that much to me? How long had we been doing this for? I thought it had only been a few minutes but now I really think about it, it been at least an hour. Possibly two.'

"Look at how beautiful you are, Preciosa!" Her laughter filled the room and you sighed in response.

"I want you to watch your pretty face while I lick your pussy."

There it was. The command you was waiting for. It made your cheeks burn more and your legs shake again.

Julieta then let go of your hair and moved back down to ruin you again. This time with her tongue. You quickly tended up and gasped, but your eyes didn't leave the mirror, as you felt her slippery wet member enter your wet throbbing cunt.

You whispered, "Oh God Julieta, you're going to make me see God..."

[zafirosreverie]

Cuando la veo (Julieta x F!Reader) part 2

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You sighed as you slowly closed the drawer, wishing it had taken you longer to unpack everything, but you had taken with you only the essentials, a lot of memories, and some pieces of jewelry. You just wanted to lie down and cry, but you knew that if you took any longer, your aunt would become suspicious, and you really didn't want to worry her. The woman who had been a second mother in your childhood had already done more than enough for you, the least you could do was spare her bad times.

Still, you didn't move immediately, trying to gather some strength to face the day ahead. Despite the fact that it was your first day in the town and you were exhausted from the trip, tía Laura had insisted that you at least know a little about the place, so that you would begin to become familiar with it. It's not like it was a big town, and even if you got lost, you could probably find the house back if you walked far enough, but you suspected that the real reason behind it all was that your aunt didn't want you to lock yourself in your room and carry on with your fest of self-hatred and guilt, which, unfortunately, was what you had planned to do.

"Only for you, Auntie" you thought aloud "I'm going to try for you because I owe it to you"

You closed your eyes and clenched your fists, holding back tears. You had really hoped that moving to Encanto would be a whole new life, that the magical place your aunt described could really make you forget everything. But no, the love you felt for Santiago and the pain of his departure was still there, fresh, poignant, and all too real.

"It's nice to see you here, dear"

Your aunt's cheerful voice brought you out of your thoughts and forced you to open your eyes to your reality. You assumed that her friend had arrived. Great, time to ponder fake smiles and pretend you weren't falling apart. You tried to strain your ears to hear the conversation.

"I'm saying the same, Laura" answered a polite voice "It's been a while"

You couldn't hear anything else. For some reason, your legs grew weak and your pulse raced as your mind repeated the sweet, warm, and slightly sensual tone of your aunt's guest. It surprised you that your body reacted that way, and a huge feeling of guilt invaded you, but you couldn't shake the thought that the mysterious woman really had a pretty voice.

“Enough, Y/N” you chided yourself in a low voice “This is not the time for you to start being weird. You're going downstairs, you'll politely greet Mrs. Alma and you will pretend that everything is fine"

Anyway, you assumed that was what you should do. No one here knew you, so there was no point waiting for them to feel empathy for you if they saw you cry, nor did you want to tell your tragedy left and right. You simply wanted to look like a happy and cheerful young woman, content to live a new life in a place far away from the land where she was born. Easier said than done, but you had to fake it until you believed it.

"Okay, here I go"

You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and turned the doorknob. Your first footsteps were louder than you'd expected, but you managed to calm down a bit as you reached the stairs. You really hoped that your aunt's friend didn't realize how nervous you were, you didn't want to give her a bad impression if only to avoid embarrassing tía Laura. You descended the stairs with a horrible tightness in your chest, feeling how the palms of your hands began to sweat with each step, but you refused to run away. It was just one more stranger, a greeting and that was all, you could do it. So why did it feel like everything was going to change at once? As if meeting this woman would mean realizing that your life had really changed?

Probably because it was true. You had spent months locked up and in denial after losing Santiago, months in which only Laura had been able to talk to you, even if it was through letters, and in which she had kept begging you to move in with her. You knew she cared for you, you were the only family she had left, and that was the only thing you could hold on to, and in that feeling of familiarity, it had been easy to imagine that there was only the two of you, that nothing else was real.

Meeting Alma Madrigal (or anyone other than your aunt, if you were being honest), meant getting out of that bubble and coming to terms with the fact that you were miles away from home, in another country, and that the world moved on without you. And you didn't know if you were ready. You stopped short when you saw a female figure in front of your aunt. Her back was turned, but it didn't matter, it was her clothes that had brought back painful memories, making you freeze in place. She was dressed in blue.

"My precious alhelí, she has just arrived" you heard your aunt speak "and I must say that her hands are more skilled, and her designs far exceed any of mine”

You had not heard the rest of the conversation, too lost in your thoughts and trying to calm the panic attack that had invaded you, but it was not necessary, you knew that she was talking about her sewing workshop and although you knew that she had good intentions, the truth was it was that there was some pressure on you for it, you weren't sure you could fill her shoes, but you would try. You forced yourself to speak, it would be pathetic if your first meeting with someone from the place ended with you frozen in place without responding.

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

You had reached the last step, your aunt and her friend had heard you, they knew of your presence, there was nowhere to run or turn back. You watched the woman jump a little at the suddenness of your voice, and though you felt a little guilty, you found the movement and the slight, almost inaudible gasp she had let out kind of cute. The woman turned to look at you, and you felt as if time had stopped.

The brunette in front of you had a round and smooth figure that magnified the deep maternal warmth that radiated from her. Her dark skin glowed with beautiful pink and purple undertones, contrasting with the yellow of the sun coming through the window. Her round face was adorned with beautiful subtle freckles that did nothing but beautify her face caressed by time. But what caught your attention the most and made you forget even the pain that the color of her clothing had caused you, were her eyes.

They were beautiful, big, a little droopy, adorned with lush and tender eyelashes, but you had never seen eyes so full of love, life, and compassion. There was an entire galaxy in that pair of chocolate pools as if they had seen the saddest things, but also the most beautiful things on Earth. They had a beautiful, warm, and kind look that invited to get lost in them.

You could feel the blood rushing to your face, probably giving you away on your cheeks, and your pulse was so racing that you wondered how you were still alive. You tried not to fix your gaze on her too much, so as not to make her feel uncomfortable, but it was impossible for you to take your eyes off the beauty in front of you, and when she smiled at you, so calm and welcoming, you felt your breath start to fail. What the hell was happening to you?!

"Oh! Y/N, just in time" your aunt told you cheerfully "Come, I want to introduce you to someone"

The older woman, unaware of the state you were in, carefully took your arm firmly, pulling you to stand right in front of your guest. Looking up close to her, she didn't look as old as you had imagined after hearing your aunt talk about her. Sure, her hair was flecked with silver ribbons, and there were soft lines at the corners of her lips and the corners of her eyes, but she didn't look any older than tía Laura, so you assumed you weren't, in fact, in front of Alma Madrigal.

"Y/N, this is Julieta, daughter of Alma" your aunt said "Julieta, this is my beloved niece, Y/N"

“Nice to meet you, Y/N” the brunette said, smiling friendly and extending her hand towards you.

You could hear yourself responding and shaking her hand, but it seemed like you were seeing it all in third person because all you could really focus on was how soft her skin was and how weak your knees felt suddenly. You didn't know what kind of powers this woman had to disarm you just two seconds after meeting her, and as much as you hated yourself at that moment, deep down you knew that that soft, deep, and sensual voice was going to haunt your dreams.

Although you weren't the only one who was having trouble processing the surreal scene that was being created.

Julieta tried her best to keep a neutral face and prayed to all the saints that came to mind that her brown skin was hiding her blush well, but the truth was that all she could think about was how beautiful you were and how the air seemed to tighten more and more. She didn't understand why her body was reacting that way to you, you were pretty, yes, but you were a complete stranger to her, she barely knew your name and it was evident that she was too many years older than you.

She shouldn't be feeling butterflies waking up inside her, butterflies like the ones her husband hadn't made her feel in years. And yet here she was, in her fifties, with mounting stress at losing the home she had grown up in and lived in all her life, terrible sadness at losing her family as well, but with a dangerously familiar feeling slowly blooming in her chest.

"She will be in charge of my workshop" Laura said, unknowingly breaking the spell that had wrapped around you.

You and Julieta jumped a little and quickly separated when you noticed that you were still holding hands You couldn't look her in the eye and she mentally scolded herself for that second of weakness, though she was quick to understand that she was simply fooling herself, that the stress and negative feelings that were haunting her were finally taking their toll. That you were absolutely beautiful had only been a fluke that her treacherous mind had taken advantage of…right?

You chuckled a bit and tried to ignore the churn in your stomach when the brunette looked at your aunt in surprise. Yes, they had been talking about you and your future role in the town before you introduced yourself, but you assumed that the same thing had happened to her: it was different to have the real person in front of you than just an idea. You didn't know why the idea that she could be surprised by you made you so excited.

"Well, I have no doubt that the designs will be art if the creator is so beautiful" Julieta said without thinking.

As her own words registered in her mind, she wished she could disappear at that moment. What kind of weird person would say such things about a young lady she had only just met?! She felt foolish and wrong. And yet, you were smiling at her with such tenderness, emotion, and hope, that her heart had no choice but to beat faster, while her brain tried to reconnect with everything.

"Thank you" you said softly, cheeks so red you were sure you looked like a tomato "I'm really not that good but-"

"Nonsense" your aunt interrupted you "This girl has known how to use a needle and thread since she was 5 years old"

"6, auntie" you corrected her kindly

"It's the same" she smiled at you "The point is, you have an amazing talent, my little dove, and I'm sure that all of Encanto will soon be dazzled by your brilliance"

You just rolled your eyes affectionately while tía Laura affectionately squeezed your cheeks. It was a bit embarrassing if you were being honest, especially with a woman you didn't know (but who was making an awfully good impression on you quickly), but you'd never been able to deny your aunt these gestures. That the brunette smiled at you with complicity had nothing to do with your decision to allow it.

"Then I guess you don't have anything to worry about, Y/N" she said, savoring every syllable of your name "I wish you the best of luck."

"T-thank you very much" you said politely.

There was something about the way your name sounded in her voice, the soft, gentle way she pronounced it, that made your already weak legs want to finish melting. You really needed fresh air to calm you down, or your head would start spinning.

"I'd better get back home before Mom worries" Julieta said.

The truth was, she didn't feel like going back to that strange house she barely knew, and she knew her mother probably wouldn't even notice her absence if she decided to skip dinner, but she needed to leave before the heat in her guts boiled over and she committed more mistakes than she could handle. She didn't want to think about the effect you had on her, but it was undeniably dangerous and confusing, she needed to get out of there.

"Of course dear" Laura replied "Thank you again"

"It was no problem" she smiled "And welcome to Encanto, Y/N" she added, unable to stop herself from saying your name again.

"Thank you, Mrs. Madrigal" you responded politely

"Call me Julieta" the brunette told you, not knowing if she was crossing more lines than allowed "My mother is Mrs. Madrigal"

“O-okay” you chuckled softly “...Julieta”

You couldn't help but feel a shiver running down your spine at the moment you saw the sincere smile she offered you as if you were doing her a great favor by saying her name, or as if it was the first time she had really heard it. It didn't matter, the fact was that it made you feel a little more excited.

You watched in silence as the woman said goodbye to your aunt and disappeared through the door, following her every move unconsciously and not really noticing the knowing look the older woman was giving you.

"Sweet Julieta" Laura said with a touch of drama "Lucky thing that she was the first Madrigal you met, dear."

"Why?" you asked, looking at her with a curious frown

"Because she is the kindest of them all" she smiled at you "...and she is also beautiful, isn’t she?"

Your eyes widened and you felt your cheeks catch fire again. You turned your head to avoid your aunt's gaze, but her scandalous (although warm) laugh resonated deep within your being. Guilt swirled inside you again and the cold in your chest seemed to grow as if it were trying to get bigger than the soft warmth that was slowly beginning to rise inside you as well. You ignored your aunt's taunts, but deep inside you couldn't help but think that even if the town didn't turn out to be as magical as you thought, at least one person in it was.

[thetavolution]

They Fell From the Sky

Bruno x OC

a/n : I have so much to do and I've been depressed. I've been hyper-fixating on Encanto and Bruno. I decided to let myself just be a dork and write this.

I headcanon that Encanto takes place in 1949 based on the idea that the triplets were born on October 17, 1899. I was slightly inspired by this. I stumbled on the idea for this fic by accident. I brought my OC Bex along for this ride.

I played with the idea that the characters speak English and Spanish. If they're speaking English, I put entire sentences in Italics to help indicate it. If anyone has a better title suggestion, I'm all ears!

Plot: A plane crash brings a group of strangers to the Encanto, bringing new dangers to the village.

Chapter 1

Bruno had a vision.

Smoke would billow from the mountains around the Encanto as fire erupted from the wreckage of a plane. The ground would shake from the impact. There were blood stains on the grass as survivors rose from the ashes, descending to the village below. The townspeople were anxious, not sure what to expect from these outsiders. It wasn’t clear how many there would even be. As leaders of the community, the Madrigals prepared themselves for what was to come.

They would help these strangers or, if they proved dangerous, protect their village from them.

There had been talk about trying to intercept the crash by sending people out of the Encanto to find nearby civilization. They would try to radio any nearby planes to tell them to turn back. That was easier said than done, given how far off the beaten path their town truly was. Mariano volunteered to try for the closest town, although many people feared it was inviting trouble to their home. The odds he would intercept the plane in time were so low that the villagers didn’t believe it was worth it.

The Madrigals focused on preparing for the strangers’ arrival. They were ready for every possible outcome.

“What if they don’t speak Spanish?” Camilo wondered.

“We’ll figure out something,” Mirabel answered, confidently. “We’ll just have to be patient with each other.”

Mirabel was the backbone of the family. Everyone stood taller and stronger because of her, and Bruno couldn’t be more proud. He would have sworn off giving prophecies if Mirabel hadn’t encouraged his gift. She could see the good in every vision. She helped him to finally feel like he was truly gifted.

“We made a temporary shelter on the edge of town.” Mirabel set a cup of coffee down in front of her grandmother. It was tradition for the Madrigals to eat breakfast outside, weather permitting. They’d catch up and discuss what was in store for the day. The Madrigal women ruled the roost and Bruno liked it that way.

“They’ll have somewhere safe to stay when they get here,” Mirabel added. The whole family had agreed it would be too dangerous to house the newcomers at the casita.

“Thank you, Mirabel.” Alma trusted Mirabel to help oversee a lot of the preparations. They had a new understanding between them. It was a lot easier for Mirabel to get things done when people believed in her. 

Bruno said nothing. He rarely jumped into family conversations, preferring to be a fly on the wall. A decade of watching in silence will do that to a person.

“I’ve been gathering ingredients to make sure there’s plenty of food,” Julieta added. No one needed a doctor when she could cure their ills with an arepa con queso or two. “We should also be ready for when some of them….”

“Don’t survive,” Alma finished. 

Julieta nodded. “It’ll be devastating for them,” she said. Julieta had boundless empathy for those around her. It broke her heart to know the trauma that these complete strangers would endure.

“Do we know when it’s going to happen?” Isabela wondered.

There was a long silence. It took Bruno a moment to realize everyone at the table was waiting for him to answer. He sat up a little flustered he had missed his cue. “No, no, it wasn’t clear,” he answered, nervously. “My visions are never that precise.” It was a drawback to the gift. He could never say when it would happen, just that it would.

The family finished up their breakfast before getting to back to work. They would get their answer to Isabela’s questions that same day.

It happened just after nightfall.

The flames that engulfed the Ariel Star lit up the night sky. The wreckage was high enough that the village was safe from the initial contact, though the ground shook fiercely. It woke Antonio from a deep slumber, sending him running to his mother’s arms. There was only some debris that Luisa quickly dispatched of. The search party was at the ready and headed up the mountain only minutes after the crash.

Everyone who remained in the village was beside themselves with worry, and Bruno couldn’t blame them. He had a follow-up vision that showed anyone sent up the mountain to help would return safely. It quelled one fear the villagers had. Still, the Encanto had been isolated for 50 years. Bruno himself had reservations about being exposed to outsiders. He tried to remain open-minded. His nieces and nephews helped with that. They were bouncing off the walls with excitement over the idea of meeting new people. They had all sorts of theories on what they might be like.

Luisa had, unsurprisingly, offered to go up. Her parents had firmly rejected the offer. It was far too dangerous for them to send their little girl. Neither Julieta nor Agustín said it aloud, but it was also clear they knew there would be casualties. They wanted to shield their children from the death that the rescue party would come face to face with.

Félix was part of the search party, but Agustín was, kindly, told to remain in town to help Julieta. They feared that the accident-prone man would get himself killed. Julieta needed the extra hands to help care for any injured survivors. It was already a miracle people lived at all, it’d be impossible for them to be unscathed. Pepa helped Julieta and Mirabel when she wasn’t pacing, terrified about Félix.

“What if he gets hurt?” The cloud above Pepa’s head boomed with thunder.

“Bruno’s vision showed us that everyone will be alright,” Mirabel reassured her. 

Pepa nodded. She was able to get herself to stop pacing. She continued to help move supplies, allowing the cloud above her head to storm. She’d gotten better at just feeling her feelings. Mirabel squeezed her tía’s shoulder. She noticed that it helped calm the storm for a nanosecond. 

It took hours before the rescuers returned with dazed and injured survivors. Julieta had been given plenty of time to cook healing arepas and empanadas. The Madrigal children were kept away from the process of bringing in the injured and healing them.

Mirabel had been sent home long before the survivors arrived at the makeshift camp. Back at the casita, she couldn’t sit still, frustrated.

“I should be down there helping,” Mirabel lamented. The desire to help everyone ran in the Madrigal blood, but Mirabel truly embodied it.

Bruno placed a hand on her shoulder. He had stayed behind to keep the children occupied. “It’s better you don’t see it.”

“How can they expect me to stay on the sidelines?” Mirabel exclaimed. “I’m practically an adult! I should be there.”

Bruno smiled, weakly. Was it tradition for 15-year-olds to see themselves as ‘practically an adult’? He remembered thinking the same thing at her age. He knew that in few years time, she’d realize she wasn’t as adult as she thought.

“Mirabel,” Bruno gently redirected her attention. “You’re needed here.” He nodded his head toward Antonio.

When Mirabel’s eyes landed on Antonio, she softened. Bruno knew that would be the thing to convince her. If he couldn’t talk her into staying away for her own good, she’d do it for Antonio.

“Alright, you win. This time.” Mirabel knew what he was doing. It still worked so, yes, he did win.

It would be hours before anyone returned home. The decision to make the children stay behind turned out to be warranted. Pepa and Félix were the first to return, looking haggard. Bruno approached, quietly. His eyes met Pepa’s and she silently pleaded, ‘Please, don’t ask.’

He wouldn’t learn more until Julieta returned. Out of 30 passengers, only 14 had survived. Even with Julieta’s gift, it was bloody and grim. Her magical gift had also lead to panic among the survivors. None of them had ever encountered magic before.

“Fortunately, most of them seem to know Spanish, even if they aren’t very good at it,” Julieta said. “I was able to explain what was happening. There was a boy with them who helped translate, too. He was Colombian so it was easy to talk to him.”

“How did they take it?” Bruno asked. “Your gift, I mean.”

“When they realized I was saving their lives, they took to it very quickly,” Julieta managed a smile. It was a smile that was meant to comfort her baby brother. “I have to go back soon, but we also wanted to give them some space to mourn.”

It had to be devastating, Bruno thought. He didn’t even want to try to put himself in their shoes.

“Some of them have a clear head,” Julieta said. “They seem to be the ones taking the lead. We’ll be helping them find a way to get everyone home.”

Bruno could understand their urgency to get home. It would also make the village feel safer, knowing that they were already planning their departure.

“We were right to leave the children at home,” Julieta added. “I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ve healed a lot of broken bones and wounds in my time, but some of them came to me completely mangled. The children should never have to see that.”

Bruno carefully took his sister’s hand in his, pulling her closer to wrap his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulder, needing the embrace.

“How are you feeling, hermanita?” Bruno knew that people often forgot to check in on Julieta. She was the eldest daughter who always had to hold it together for everyone else.

With that one question, Julieta let loose a stream of tears. She clung to her brother for dear life. Bruno let her cry, patting her back for comfort. It was all the answer he needed. They remained like that until Julieta’s tears subsided. She stood back and cupped her brother’s face in her hands.

“Thank you.” She then lowered her hands, wiping away any lone tears still on her face. “I need to get back to work, but I very much needed that.”

And, as if nothing happened at all, Julieta went back to work, darting around the house. Bruno would always admire her strength and courage, wishing he was more like that.

It would be a few days before Bruno would even meet any of the survivors. They had been struggling to process the loss of 11 passengers and the 5 crew members of the plane. As Julieta said, only some of them were able to move forward with a clear head at the moment. Their de facto leader, Edward Gruber, had arrived at the Madrigal home, accompanied by their Colombian guide, Guillermo Muñoz, and a woman named Bex McQuoid. She’d been brought along to be a mediator of sorts for Edward and Guillermo, who had no lost love between them. Guillermo didn’t seem to be much older than Mirabel and Camilo, but it was difficult to gauge how old he was on sight alone.

Having a fellow Colombian with the survivors definitely helped ease some fears. He was the most accepting of the Encanto. It didn’t take long for him to fit in among the villagers, although he had a clear Rolo* accent. He was definitely a city boy and, while he fit in, he definitely was missing the comforts of home.

They had arrived in time for dinner. The family gathered with their guests in the cozy dining room with a meal lovingly prepared by Julieta and Isabela. The family allowed Abuela to steer the conversation. She still ran the show, after all.

“Señora Madrigal, we’re hoping to be out of your hair very soon.” Guillermo was a polite young man. He seemed rocked by the events of the crash, yet he was a strong and resilient lad. “I imagine you must be very worried about all these strangers in your home.”

“We had concerns,” Alma sat tall at the head of the table. She was a powerful presence. “Our village has never had outsiders.”

“This is probably a pretty traumatic way to get your first visitors,” Bex noted. While she seemed to be putting on a brave face, Bruno had a suspicion it was for Guillermo’s benefit rather than her own. 

Guillermo and Bex shared a look. It seemed to be a silent language between them. It reminded Bruno of the silent conversations his family could have with just a glance. The two seemed to have a familial relationship, although Bruno couldn’t really discern if they were actually related. They didn’t look anything alike, but that didn’t prove or disprove anything.

“We have no intention of bringing anyone else here,” Guillermo reassured the Madrigals. “Once we leave the Encanto, you’ll never hear from us again.”

“Bex, tell the boy not to be so dramatic,” Gruber cut in. He seemed to have no reverence for the dead. It felt like having a salesman in their house.

“Call me crazy, but I think he can hear you without my help,” Bex took another bite of her dinner, disinterested in Gruber. Guillermo smirked.

Gruber quickly changed the topic, “You live in such a beautiful and vibrant town. It’d be a shame to just leave and pretend we’d never been here at all.”

“We prefer our privacy,” Alma stood firm. Her only concern was to protect her family. Gruber’s alleged charm would have no effect on her. “We offer our hospitality to you, but we do ask that you leave as soon as possible. We would prefer if you did not return.”

“Let’s not be too hasty, Abuela,” Mirabel said. “I don’t think we have to completely cut off the outside world.”

Alma gently touched her granddaughter’s shoulder. “We will speak on that another time, Mirabel.”

Mirabel bit her tongue. Alma and Mirabel might not discuss everything in the moment, but there was an unspoken promise to discuss it later. Alma simply didn’t want to do it in front of strangers.

“We very much respect your wishes, Señora Madrigal,” Guillermo promised.

“Seconding the kid,” Bex said. “You got a nice thing going here. I wouldn’t want us messing it up either.”

“We wouldn’t be ‘messing it up’,” Gruber argued. “I’m suggesting we simply come to some sort of agreement, like a trade agreement or alliance.”

“Trade agreement?” Alma sounded skeptical of the suggestion.

“Yes!” Gruber became more animated as he spoke. “You see, Bex and me come from a place called America. It’s just above—”

“I’m aware of what the United States is,” Alma cut him off. Bruno noticed a smirk cross Bex’s face at that. She enjoyed Gruber being put in his place. “We’re not the fools you imagine us to be.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, Señora!”

The way he spoke Spanish was like nails on chalkboard to Bruno and he couldn’t explain why. While Bex had an accent — a fairly thick one — he didn’t mind listening to her speak. Perhaps it was because she took corrections on grammar and pronunciation from Guillermo in stride. She lacked the defensiveness Gruber had over his Spanish.

“Then how did you mean it?” Camilo asked, dubious.

“I wasn’t sure how much outside knowledge this village had, that’s all,” Gruber said. “You said you were isolated. It was an honest mistake.”

Alma was unimpressed, but allowed him to continue.

“We have a lot in common,” Gruber addressed Alma. “You’re a mother. I have a kid! She’s back over at the little huts you have us staying at. She’s about this one’s age.” He pointed directly at Mirabel. “And I’m sure she’ll pop out a grandkid or two eventually, so I’ll eventually get around to the abuelo thing. And back home, I’m very respected in my community, like you are!”

Guillermo grumbled something Bruno couldn’t hear at that. He made a mental note to ask Dolores what he said later on.

“I think my company has a lot to offer the Encanto,” Gruber said. 

“What kind of company do you run?” Mirabel asked.

“I’m in real estate,” Gruber exclaimed. “I’ve been buying properties in Florida and the Bahamas for a while now. I’ve started expanding my business to South America and I knew Colombia was the perfect place to start….”

As Gruber droned on, Bruno struggled to focus. His social battery was draining faster by the moment. It didn’t help that something felt off about this man. Bruno’s anxiety was starting to bubble up, causing him to fidget. He would pull at a string on his ruana before telling himself to leave it alone. He was too nervous to eat so he didn’t know what to do with hands. His fingers went right back to that string on his ruana. 

He felt someone was watching him. He looked up to see Bex had noticed his movements. Great, now he was even more anxious. He gave her a jittery smile, trying to be polite. She gave him a much more confident smile in return. She turned her focus back to eating, giving Bruno some reprieve. He was used to watching other people, not being watched.

He felt a hand squeeze his. He looked down to see Antonio holding his hand. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Bruno’s anxiety dissipated in an instant. He whispered back. “Thank you, Toñito.”

“I’ll let you think about what I said.” Gruber wiped any food remnants off his mouth before getting to his feet. Bruno had missed every word of his sales pitch. “Maybe we can continue it after you’ve slept on it.”

Alma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. “My answer will remain the same.”

What had Mamá said? Bruno wondered, regretting tuning out.

“Now, Señora Madrigal, you don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”

“I should remind you that there are people in your group who are still in mourning,” Alma reminded him. Bruno was reminded of the black shawl that used to grace his mother’s shoulders, as if she would mourn his father forever. It took her 50 years to finally take it off.

She must have been disgusted with his disrespect for the dead and those who mourned them.

“I don’t understand,” Gruber admitted.

“She’s trying to tell you that you’re being tacky,” Guillermo switched to English. Bruno didn’t catch a word of it. Did any of his nieces or nephews learn English? He’d have to ask.

Gruber’s grip tightened around his fork. When the wave of anger passed, he let out an amused chuckle. “Life must go on, as they say,” he said. “But we don’t want to wear out your welcome. Thank you for dinner and my compliments to the chef.”

Julieta smiled although Agustín placed a protective hand around her waist. It felt like a threat to have this man even just speak to his wife. “Thank you,” she said.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to get some of these recipes from you before we leave the Encanto,” Bex said to Julieta.

“It would be my pleasure,” Julieta said, happy to teach people how to cook traditional Colombian food.

The goodbyes between the two groups were clunky, but the Madrigals remained polite in seeing them out the door. Félix helped guide them back to the survivors’ huts. Bruno watched as they headed down the pathway. He had a bad feeling about all of this.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Mirabel nudged him.

“Huh?”

“About that guy?”

Bruno nodded. “Something’s not right with him.” It was really saying something for Bruno, of all people, to say that about someone else.

“So…?” Mirabel was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for him.

“So?” He wasn’t picking them up.

“Have another vision! This time, about Señor Gruber.”

Bruno took a deep breath. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to have another vision.

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*The Rolo accent is a Colombian Spanish dialect that's spoken in Bogotá and other major cities. Guillermo is from Bogotá so he has a Rolo accent.

[accihoe]

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: After Bruno's disappearance, Y/N brings the Madrigals some unexpected news.

Genre: angst (fluff)

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Encanto characters. I named the son Bartholomew in this fic. Feel free to change the name to suit you 😊. NOTE - I apologize for any incorrect grammar, spelling, or language with the Spanish.

A/n: I'm surprising myself by doing this. As per literally almost all of my other fandom works, it's probably gonna be a series. Same as always, folks, please don't steal my work. God bless! :)

xxx

The walk to Casita was nerve-wrecking. Every step closer to the household, her gut grew colder. Y/N wrapped her arms across her stomach, shielding her womb from the cold air. She hoped that Pepa was alright. Sucking in a deep breath when she arrived, Y/N entered into the courtyard.

The tiles whirred and greeted her, aiding in calming her nerves just enough for her to face breaking the news to Alma. Y/N was greeted by Camilo and Mirabel racing to her, hugging her legs. She chuckled and crouched down, hugging them back. Dolores followed suit, and then Isabella, and finally Luisa.

The children hugged her, all asking questions at the same time. Felix and Augustin came down and moved the bombarding children away from their dear friend. Pepa and Julieta soon joined, and finally, Alma. Y/N's veins ran cold as Alma's eyes locked with hers.

By no means was she afraid of the woman. In fact, she admired and respected her, which was why the news was even more appalling to have to break to the Madrigals after the fiasco of Mirabel's ceremony and Bruno's disappearance. Y/N's heart sunk when she thought of Bruno. Alma spoke, pulling Y/N from the pit she was nearing.

"Y/N, querida (dear), what brings you here on this rainy day?"

"Señora Madrigal, I've come with news."

"Good news, I hope. I doubt we could stand any more bad news."

The older woman's tired smile splintered Y/N's heart, and she felt sick to her gut. The news she bore was supposed to be sheer joy, happiness, excitement, and all the other good emotions. However, the timing was terrible. Y/N's heart throbbed with a dull ache at the misfortunate environment and timing for her blessing.

"If we could perhaps discuss this in private, please."

Y/N gave a weak smile. Alma nodded.

"Children, Dolores, you specifically, please make way to your rooms."

The children scurried off, doing as their Abuela asked. The grownups stayed in the courtyard as Y/N followed Alma to the kitchen.

"I'd uh.. I'd suggest that you sat down for this, Señora."

Alma raised concerned brows but sat down nevertheless, and Y/N did too. She plucked at the hem of her skirt, unable to look Alma in the eyes. Y/N took a deep, shuddering breath before she looked at Alma.

"I-I uh.. there is no easy way to say this... but I have to let you know. And I'm aware that this is the worst time possible to bring this news to you, but I'd rather tell you myself, a-and- you have every right to know. And to be upset with me..."

All Alma did was raise a brow. Y/N swallowed thickly and smoothed her palms across her lap before they protectively wrapped around her middle.

"You're with child?"

Alma guessed. Y/N looked at her with large eyes and bit her lip as she nodded.

"Querida (Dear), I do not know how you being with child can upset me."

"It's Bruno's."

Y/N rushed out in a whisper. Alma gasped as she sat back in her chair. The knot in Y/N's throat came loose, and the tears queued behind her waterline.

"I promise you that we didn't fornicate- we just... oh dios. Bruno and I..."

Y/N sighed and tightened her arms across her waist.

"Nos fugamos cuando Bruno tenía treinta." (We eloped when Bruno was thirty.)

"You married my son behind my back and have been married to him for ten years without informing me?"

Y/N looked at her lap as the dam wall broke and the hot tears spilt over her cheeks. She nodded, unable to look the woman in her eyes.

"I am so sorry for not telling you sooner. We - Bruno, Bruno, and I wanted to tell the familia when everything was settled and when the town was more fond of Bruno. We planned to re-marry and have a large ceremony for the familia."

"Please leave and never come back." (Lol, my dentist said that to me word for word when I was about 6 or 7.)

"Perdóname?" (Pardon me?)

"I said, please leave and never come back."

"B-but the child- it is your grandchild..."

"I do not care. I want nothing to do with a child who's parents betrayed the familia!"

Y/N got up on trembling legs.

"Lo siento mucho." (I am so sorry.)

Whether she whispered it to the baby, to Alma, or to herself, she was unsure. Y/N kept her head low, ignoring the pleas of her brothers and sisters in law as she walked. The walk home was even worse than the walk from home. Alma refused to tell anyone what had been discussed between herself and Y/N, and insisted that everything go back to the way they were.

Her son was born several months later, Bartholomew Tavares Madrigal. Y/N sent Alma a letter, to which she never got a response.

(Here comes our boiii)

Bruno, who had been arranging the space behind the kitchen wall for himself to live in, had heard the conversation between his mother and his wife. He was distraught by the idea of having a child and being unable to be in the child's life or in his wife's life. A sickening feeling in his gut made him fear the worst; that she'd find a present father for their son and ignore his existence like everybody else. Mustering up all of his courage, Bruno decided to write a letter to Y/N. His little acquaintances promised to deliver the letter to her.

One evening, he'd snuck out of the walls to get food when he heard his mother's voice.

"Mi Pedro. I wish you were here to help me. Brunito has a child, and he's not here to see it. Al parecer es un niño pequeño (Apparently it's a little boy.). Brunito is also apparently married. The mother sent me a letter today. The child's name is Bartholomew Tavares Madrigal. Que nombre (What a name.)."

Alma chuckled at the end of her confession, and Bruno had to grip the wall for support. He heard his son's names, the very names him and his amada (beloved) had discussed in their years of courting.

It'd had been a long day for Y/N and Bartholomew, Y/N, trying to find any job in the town to feed herself and most importantly her child, and getting judged for having a child outside of marriage, which she hadn't. But nobody could know that she was married.

"Por fin estamos en casa, cariño."

(We're home at last my darling).

The baby cooed, warming Y/N's heart. He inherited his father's big, beady eyes and their mischievous glint. The very glint that made Y/N fall in love with him. And not the dreadful mischievous he was described as, the mischievousness of a humble heart yearning to please others and make them laugh.

After feeding him, Y/N put Bartholomew down in his crib. Her ears perked when she heard a shuffling noise in front of her door. Y/N squeaked when she opened the door; two rats were dragging an envelope. She shooed them with her broom, assuming they wanted to use the letter in a nest or something. The rats screeched before scurrying into the bush. Y/N clicked her tongue as she brushed the dust off the letter and got up. Her eyes widened when she saw her name on the paper in very familiar handwriting.

Y/N bit her lip as she traced her name on the paper. She sat down on the steps, reaching into her apron. She tutted with her tongue and the rats slowly crept out of their hiding spot.

"I'm sorry for being rude."

She smiled, breaking off a piece of pastry and tossing it a bit away from her. The rats scurried, racing each other to the crumb. The second rat pawed sadly as the other rat refused to share the crumb. Y/N broke off another piece and held her hand out. The rat inched closer slowly before leaning against her palm with its paws, sniffling the food.

The rat grabbed the pastry piece from her and sat next to her on the step, eating it.

"Thank you for delivering my letter."

The first rat sat on its hind legs, grooming its ears as Y/N spoke. The second rat cautiously made its way onto her lap. She laid her palms in her lap, allowing the rat to get onto it. She brought the rat up to her face, smiling at the creature. It ran down her arm and joined the other rat. They squeaked as if in conversation, and both heads turned to Y/N. Beady, glassy, red eyes stared at her before they scurried off. As if on cue, Bartholomew started crying.

Y/N went in and locked the door, swiftly making her way to her son. As soon as he was cradled in her arms, he was calm. And, unbeknownst to anyone, Bruno had started crying at the same time as his son, mourning for the life he'd wanted since his golden years. A life that was torn from him the moment he got it.

Y/N sucked in a deep breath, deciding to read the letter whilst she held her son. He was her only comfort.

Y/N, mi regalo más preciado y hermoso. (Y/N, my most precious and beautiful gift.)

I'd like to start off this letter with an apology. An apology for my sudden disappearance and an apology for being the worst form of a husband I could be.

I heard about Bartholomew. Just know that I love him, and I love you. I will always love mis dos bendiciones (I will always love my two blessings). I cannot describe the inconsolable grief that I feel from being unable to have a part in my son and my wife's life. And I feel the same amount of grief that you have been banned from the familia.

You have every right to be angry with me, to hate me. I will never blame you, should you do either of those or more.

Mi corazón (My heart), I will continue writing to you. I will send a letter to Bartholomew on his birthday each year until we are hopefully reunited one day. Even if you throw them away or burn them, I will continue writing to you. I love you more than I could ever find the words to put together.

Tuyo Sinceramente, (Yours Sincerely) Bruno.

Y/N felt numerous emotions at once. Anger, pain, confusion, joy, and hope. Though, she did not feel the anger towards Bruno. She kissed the letter, placing it on her windowsill. Y/N looked down at her son. His peaceful face put her pounding heart at ease. She finally understood the trail Alma faced being a single mother. Her throat burned as she thought of the woman, the heartache she must have been through. Though uncalled for, she understood Alma's reaction.

Y/N pressed a loving kiss to her son's forehead, promising to give him the best life she possibly could.

xxx

Fin

Hope you liked it. There will be more parts. Part 2 will probably be released today.

Lots of love

[rimarkka]

DT17 x Encanto AU

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

But I want to present my version of this AU

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

Could Duckworth move into the house and revive it?

Speaking of assigning roles

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

Scrooge as Abuela 

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

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

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

Donald as Pepa

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

♪ My tía Pepa My tío Donald

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

Daisy as Félix

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

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

June and May as Dolores and Antonio

The biological daughters of Daisy and Donald

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

Huey as Luisa

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

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

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

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

And Huey has the Duke of Making a Mess

Dewey as Isabela

They both focus more on image than on gift.

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

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

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

Louie as Camilo

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

♪ Camilo shapeshifts ♪

I believe it’s his gift

Della as Bruno

♪ We don’t talk about Bruno Della! ♪

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

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

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

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

Beakley as Julieta or Agustín

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

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

Webby as Mirabel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kinda similar, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the house collapsed…

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

The end :з

SORRY IS IT TOO MUCH, HUH?

[stitched-mouth]

Kinktober Masterlist 2023

Welcome to my first Kinktober! I’m very excited, this is definitely going to be a fun challenge me.

All of these are my own ideas and I hate a few of them so feel free to suggest or even request something. I’ll also be keeping you all up to date with where I am in writing everything (days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 19, 22, 23, 24, 25 and 27 are complete).

Day 1: (Creampie Kink)

Summary: Vincent Phantomhive fucks his maid just a room over from his ‘happy’ family.

Vincent Phantomhive x Fem! Maid! Reader (Fic)

Day 2: (Amateur Porn)

Summary: You had a sex dream about your boyfriend, the Number One Hero, All Might wants to make that fantasy a reality after you punch another All Might slut in the face.

All Might x Younger Fem! Pro-Hero! Reader (Fic)

Day 3: (Casual Sex)

Summary: Imagine being FWB with Ramona Flowers.

Ramona Flowers x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 4: (Behind The Scenes Fucking / Affair)

Summary: Imagine secretly banging the World’s biggest singer.

Envy Adams x Scott’s Sibling! GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 5: (Praise Kink)

Imagine Layla El Faouly with a major Praise kink.

Layla El Faouly x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 6: (Demon Fucking)

Summary: After arriving at and joining a Covent you so didn’t want to join, Valak takes an unusual liking to you.

Valak x Nun! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 7: (First Time)

Summary: When Rick discovers his top student is a virgin, he knows he must change that so she can write her paper on human pheromones.

Rick Sanchez x College Student! GN! Reader (Fic)

Day 8: (Office Sex / Boss x Employee)

Summary: Lord Death can’t stop jacking off to his decades younger secretary.

Lord Death x Younger! Secretary! Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 9: (Spanking)

Summary: Georgia decides to teach her mischievous girlfriend a lesson.

Dom! Georgia Miller x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 10: (Temperature Play)

Summary: Nadia has always liked ice. It was always nice to crunch down on after a cigarette and you liked how cold it made her mouth feels. So by accident one nice, it joins you two in the bedroom.

Nadia Vulvokov x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 11: (Bondage)

Summary: John enjoys teaching his naughty little thing a lesson and you enjoy learning it.

John Brown x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 12: (Car sex)

Summary: You and Oboro regularly meet up late in his car for sex.

College AU! Oboro Shirakumo x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 13: (Pegging)

Summary: You manage to convince L to part take in a kink you’ve been wanting to try out.

L x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 14: (Shower / Tub sex)

Summary: Whilst the Handler is away, you and Lila decide to make good use of the beautiful bathtub in the hotel.

Lila Pitts x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 15: (Marathon sex)

Summary: When Steve is unable to satisfy his new wife’s insatiable needs, he calls a friend.

Estefania x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 16: (Lactation)

Summary: Carol’s duty as a mother is to make sure her baby is always well feed. She’s your Mommy now so she must make sure your well fed.

Carol from Cobweb x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 17: (Orgasm Denial)

Summary: Bruno has been a bad boy and needs to be punished.

Bruno Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 18: (Exhibition)

Summary: Julieta can’t help but find something so hot about being fully nude in front of her lover.

Julieta Madrigal x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 19: (Breath Play)

Summary: Morpheus discovers he loves the sound of hearing you struggle to breathe.

Dream x GN! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 20: (Edging)

Summary: Undertaker enjoys ruining your orgasms.

Undertaker x Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 21: (Nun Fucking)

Summary: Sister Irene teaches you a holy lesson.

Sister Irene x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 22: (Mirror Sex)

Summary: Ming forces you to watch yourself fall apart from just her fingers, just so you know how much of and dirty girl you are.

Ming Lee x Fem! Reader (Imagine)

Day 23: (Pegging)

Summary: Jaime tells you his biggest sex fantasy and you make it your mission to make it happen.

Jamie Reyes x Fem! Reader (Headcannons)

Day 24: (Monster Fucking)

Summary: Your girlfriend’s new power has made your sex life a whole lot more interesting.

Jennifer Walters x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 25: (Public Sex)

Summary: Dr Brenner will absolutely use you teach someone a lesson about the consequences of trying to steal what belongs to him.

Dr Martin Brenner x Fem! Reader (featuring 001?) (Fic)

Day 26: (Blindfold Sex)

Summary: What would blindfolding Snake during sex include…

Servant! Snake x Master! Fem! Reader (Headcannons).

Day 27: (Pregnancy / Breeding Kink)

Summary: Othello’s newest obsession is pregnancy and all the symptoms that come with it. You’ve so generously agreed to help him in his little experiment for his research.

Othello x Fem! Human! Reader (Imagine)

Day 28: (Threesome)

Summary: Nemuri, your girlfriend, is shocked to hear about a filthy fantasy you’ve been thinking about. But still, she’s more than willing to help her lover made said fantasy come true.

Midnight x Mt Lady x Fem! Reader (Fic)

Day 29: (Vouyerism)

Summary: Gabe has been watching you for a while now and has finally decided it time to come out and introduce himself.

Gabe x GN! Reader (Imagine)

Day 30: (Size Kink)

Summary: Nana is big and buff for a woman. She is quite used to hearing negative things about her muscly figure. The first thing she’s ever received a compliment about her body was when you, her young girlfriend and successor’s older sister, make a comment on how sexually aroused you are by her big muscles and all the filthy things you imagine she could to do to you with them.

Nana Shimura x All Might’s Sister! Younger! Fem! Reader (Fic)

[pussinbootsandbountyhunter]

Encanto x Wish for Once Upon A Studio Special - At All Costs

I've finally done it, happy new year still, and I hope you enjoy this wonderful digital drawing that l've done! 🤩😭☺️

🌟King Magnifico showed The Blue Madrigal which is Agustin, Julieta and Mirabel his magic which is involved those wishes along with butterflies, Queen Amaya and Asha (inspired dress by @otomesakura20 in that beautiful dress) joined in to see the wonders along with Star🌟

🌟This is the scene that would take place in my Once Upon A Studio: Wishing Upon a Miracle by Two Cousins🌟