#mirabel x fem reader

[wyntr-thyms-2sh1ne]

El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino

The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel Madrigal. 

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

You didn’t complain. 

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

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

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

Until the magic completely failed.

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

It did. 

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

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

Bruno.

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

Her tío Bruno. 

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

“So master Bruno is awkward?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel laughed.

~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You knew she was talking about your mom and dad. 

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

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

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

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

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

~~

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

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

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

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

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

More so, completely flipped around. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.

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

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

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

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

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

[grimyandereencantosimp]

Aged up Mirabel with a fem reader who has a kid (Kids father isn't in the picture for whatever reason) your decision on how she sees and treats the kid and mom.

Yanderish Aged up! Mirabel and how she would treat fem! reader's kid.

Tw: Unhealthy obsession, yandere themes.

Mirabel would be a absolute sweetheart to you both.

If you weren't able to take care of the kid at any other time, she would help you.

She'd spoil the kid, she hug and give them little kisses on the cheek.

She'd also love to spend time with you both, it doesn't matter what, as long as she's with you.

Also loves to make dresses for the kid, or stuffed animals. She might make you one if you want one.

What is this? Love or obsession? Maybe both.

[lythea-creation]

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

The Brightest Star - Mirabel Madrigal x fem reader

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

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

warnings: panic attack, homophobia

word count: 1.767

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom?”, I called out silently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey”, I greeted him back laughing.

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

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

Julieta simply smiled at me and handed me an Arepa.

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

“In the kitchen”, she informed me.

I thanked her again before heading in the said direction.

Mirabel appeared to be busy mixing several ingredients together.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How can you be so optimistic?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you”, mom replied with a smile.

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

But so far it could be worse.

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

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

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

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

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

Mirabel was obviously shocked at their statements.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Reluctantly he let go.

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

“Hey, are you okay?”, she worried.

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

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

I desperately wanted to get out of this state.

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

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

It was difficult to process her words.

“Let's remove your shoes, okay?”

She helped me out of my shoes.

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

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

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

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

“We went hiking”, I recalled panting.

“Exactly. What else?”

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

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

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

“Just do it.”

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

“Again.”

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

“Feeling better?”, she wondered.

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

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

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

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

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

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Nothing yet

[orions-tears]

Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [Part 1]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!reader

A/N: Hey guys! So I got two requests about sharp and I think they could be combined to make a really good story so here it is. I plan on this one being pretty long so stay with me! Thank you @the-error-in-love and @anmactireaonair for your requests! I promise I'm fitting both so I hope you enjoy what's coming for the fic! Also this hasn't been edited at all or beta read so oh well

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 are linked :)

“I must just have a numb thumb,” you laugh, throwing your hands up. You’ve never been very good at growing plants. Every dittany plant has died, every chomping cabbage has bitten you, and you don’t even want to think about what happened with the venomous tentacula.

Mirabel smiles and holds your hands. “My dear, that’s nothing we can’t fix!” Letting go, she grabs a fresh pot and some dittany seeds. “This is wonderful! I’m excited to help you grow your skills. Now, what else do you plan to use? Anything else we can nurture together?”

You fold your arms. “No, unfortunately. The last ingredient may be very hard to find. I need a phoenix tear.”

“Impossible,” you hear a gruff voice say.

You look over to see a taller man slowly coming down the stairs. You can’t help but stare as he walks over, thinking he looks a bit familiar. He raises an eyebrow at you and you feel your face burn a bit, looking back at Mirabel.

“Professor Sharp! How wonderful to see you here,” Mirabel chirps.

She genuinely looked pleased to see him, Sharp thought offhandedly. The woman with her doesn’t seem to feel the same. “Phoenixes are hard to find and even more so to extract ingredients from.”

You pout in response and smile, looking back at him. “Well, I’m very good at those sorts of things…Professor Sharp, was it?”

The faintest smile graces his face as he looks at you with narrow eyes. “Yes…well I suppose I should retrieve what I came here for and leave you two to your devices.”

Mirabel excuses herself to help him for a moment and you lean against one of the potting stations. Despite such a rough introduction, you can’t help but be compelled by him. Through his apathetic demeanor, you could see a bit of intrigue. He was also fairly handsome for a Hogwarts professor. If you had a professor like him in your time here, maybe you would have fared better on your O.W.L.S. Mirabel returns and bids the man goodbye. When he leaves, you grab her hands and look at her.

“I need more of him.”

She looks at you shocked for a moment and then laughs. “Well, he is the potions professor. I’m sure he’d be wholly willing to help you in your endeavors, my blossom.”

After collecting the ingredients you need from the greenhouse, you thank Mirabel with a hug and say your goodbyes, heading to the potions classroom. Upon arrival, you peak your head in to see if he’s teaching. The room is empty save Sharp sitting at his desk in the back of the room. You walk over, hands clasped behind your back, and stand over his desk.

“Professor Sharp?”

He sighs, continuing to write. “I would hope you haven’t forgotten your homework this quickly,” he states, obviously annoyed.

You laugh quietly, causing him to look up. “I apologise, Professor, but I’m no student.”

He turns a light shade of red and pushes himself from the table. “Apologies. I’m used to students with thoughtless questions. Professor Garlick’s acquaintance, if I remember correctly?”

You nod. “My name is (Y/N).” You stare at him for a moment and shake your head. “I’m sorry you just…you look so familiar and I can’t place it.”

He raises and eyebrow. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same for you. Is there something I can help you with, (Y/N)?”

You gasp and nod, pulling out some of your ingredients. “Mirabel said you were good with potions. Well, you are the professor for it, but I was hoping you would have some insight on brewing a new potion.”

He scoffs and walks around the table. Watching him this close, you can see he has a noticeable limp. Somehow, that confuses you more on why you can’t remember him. You follow him around the room, rambling about your plans for a new healing potion. He stops at one of the blackboards and looks down at the ground, putting his hands on his hips.

“I think it would really be helpful. Sometimes Wiggenweld just isn’t enough. I think if we can make something strong enough, it could heal great wounds.”

He looks at you, seemingly irritated, and sighs. “Not everything can be healed.”

“You say that now, but-“

He grunts and walks to his office. You follow behind him until he closes the door in your face. For someone so handsome, he’s quite unseemly. Frustrated, you apparate back to the ministry and trudge to your office. When you sit down at your desk, you pull out the ingredients and stare at them. “I can do this. I just need to do it right…” you mutter to yourself.

Days go by as you attempt to brew the potion without the phoenix tears, but even this brew was a fail. One blew up in your face, another simply caught on fire (not quite sure how you managed that), and the third turned black. Not exactly a good sign. It’s not like you know anything about making new potions. The measurements of ingredients, how to stir and how long? It’s just impossible. You must get Sharp to help you. You sigh, looking at your cauldron dejectedly. You can do this. You just need help.

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Helloo! How r u? Hopefully well! As someone who has Spanish as a comfort language, I'd love a Camilo x Fem!Reader fanfic(or headcanons!), short or not, where whenever Cami speaks whole Spanish sentences, Reader just feels so happy and safe! Reader can be a foreign if it works better for u. I don't know Spanish but that makes it better, haha. Maybe times where Camilo asks if Reader can even understand him and she'd be like "no♡". Ur work always makes me smile. Hope u'll have a great morning, afternoon, evening, night or midnight!

CAMILO X READER !!

FOREIGNER READER !!

prompt: camilo’s dating a foreigner!!

requested by: anon

warnings: ALL SPAINISH IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED AS I ONLY SPEAK ENGLISH AND FRENCH also this is a mix of a oneshot and headcanons so hope that’s chill!! also this anon is SO SWEEEEET😭😭🫶🫶 i never rlly thought my work would make anyone smile (i write for me, and ig i never rlly thought about what others think of my work) so i’m so happy at least someone enjoys it!!💗

camilo is a bit of a rambler in general (personal headcanon), and it amplifies when he’s with his partner

“entonces isabela y mirabel deciden hacer equipo conmigo?! loco verdad?” (so isabela and mirabel decide to team up on me?! crazy right?”)

“i’m sorry ‘milo, what?”

“oh yeah, sorry, amor.”

camilo does try his best to speak english (or whatever language you speak) when he’s with you

but sometimes his native tongue sneaks up on him

but he also does like to do it to confuse you XD

like he’ll make a hella suggestive comment and you’ll have no idea what he said lmfao

“qué pensarías si te inmovilizaran en la cama ahora mismo?” (what would you think if you were pinned to the bed right now?)

“uhm…si?”

“LETS GO”

“WAIT WHAT’D YOU SAY-”

hey hey

sorry i got kinda lazy for this😭

i have a master list coming soon tho!!

-hermy

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Cuando la veo (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

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

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

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

And yet, you were alone again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Felix-"

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

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

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

"But?"

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

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

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

"Juli-"

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

"The fights?"

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

"He did something to you?" he asked carefully

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

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

"But have you fought?"

"..Yeah"

"About what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"...No"

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

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

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

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

"Julieta!"

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

"Yes mom?" she obediently asked

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

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

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

"Thank you dear"

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

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

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

"Sure" he returned her smile.

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

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

"Thank you, tía" you answered softly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sp-ce-doll]

"I'm not coming to dinner tonight."

Bruno Madrigal x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Request from @bloody-bunni666 

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama,” Bruno said just above a whisper.

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

Bruno took a breath and let it out.

“I’m not coming to dinner tonight.”

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

“What?” Alma asked in complete shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry, mama,” Bruno said.

***

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

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

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

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

Bruno frowned. Did you forget about their date?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ay, I’m dizzy,” he said.

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

***

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

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

“Knock, knock,” you said.

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

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

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

“Bruno is stupid,” he said.

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

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

“He ruins everything,” he responded.

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

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

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

“Ruin what, Hernando?”

Bruno pulled off his hood and sighed.

“Did I ruin my chance with you?”

You could cry, he was so sweet.

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

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

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

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

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

“I think you’re beautiful too.”

[hinatastinygiant]

5 | Red Masterpiece

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Fem!Reader

Serpents and Roses

That night, as you walk back to the great hall for dinner, you approach your brother where all the professors gather before eating. You can see him talking to the other professors, including Sharp.

"James," you smile at him, comforted just by seeing his face.

"Y/N," he grins back. "How'd your day go?"

"Well, I think. I made a potion and a new friend," you tell him.

"So glad to see you're adjusting so well Miss. Y/N," the woman beside James says in a genuinely happy voice. "My name is Mirabel Garlick. I will be your herbology professor. I am a muggle born, too."

"You were?" the both of you ask at the same time, causing her to laugh.

"Yes," she nods. "Which makes me wonder if being in these classes will help Y/N become a proper witch."

"It'll be a lot of work," Sharp joins in. "You'll have to keep your mind on your studies instead of Gryffindor boys."

"Don't pay him any mind," James grunts, looking at you sternly.

"Seriously? Do we have to have the 'girls can be friends with boys' talk again?" you frown at James.

"Go eat. Stay with your Ravenclaw friends and keep away from the troublemakers."

"Trouble makers?" you repeat, rolling your eyes.

"That's right," James nods.

"Don't worry, James. I believe she'll be just fine," Garlick smiles at you sweetly.

You return the gesture at her before turning away and walking over to the Ravenclaw table. You did want to talk to James- alone- but you suppose you'll have to fill him in on your day another time.

As soon as you sit down, Luna and Amit smile at you and begin to bombard you with questions.

"How was your first day?" Luna asks you excitedly.

"Did you have fun?" Amit grins.

"Um, I'm not sure fun is the word I would use," you chuckle, shaking your head.

"Really? What did you think of your class? I can't imagine potions class was too strenuous on the first day," Amit says.

"We had to make a potion and Professor Sharp wasn't too keen on me asking a Gryffindor for help," you sigh as you look past them toward the Gryffindor table where you easily spot your new red-haired friend.

"He's a tough professor, but he's good. He doesn't like students to get distracted, especially not when they're new to his class. But don't worry, Y/N, you'll have more than a few chances to impress him," Amit tells you.

"Who was that Gryffindor you were talking about?" Luna then asks. "Maybe we know him."

"Garreth Weasley," you say, watching his face light up at the mention of his name.

"Weasley?" Luna and Amit repeat in unison.

"You know him?" you ask.

"Well, sort of," Luna begins to explain. "He's definitely known throughout the school as... chaotic."

"He's a danger to us all," Amit jokes, earning him a nudge from Luna.

"You two are ridiculous. He was really nice to me," you tell them.

"Was he now?" Luna asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I suppose he's not too bad if you're a pretty girl. Just keep an eye out," Amit rolls his eyes.

"Did you two not just hear me? He was nice," you insist.

"If you say so," Luna shrugs. "He definitely is cute so I can see why you're so entranced by him."

"Entranced," you repeat with a snort. "It's my second day. He was friendly to me. I'm not going to turn that down and look like the school's newest snob."

The two of them laugh and change the conversation to other things. Then, after dinner, the three of you make your way back to the common room.

"I'm going to go meet a friend for a bit," Luna tells the two of you. "I'll be back in a little while."

"Have fun," Amit waves her off.

"I think I'm going to get started on some homework. Sorry if I'm no fun," you smile at him as you sit with your potion's book in front of the fireplace.

"It's okay. I've got a book to read," he says, sitting across from you.

"What book are you reading?" you ask, trying to figure out what other kinds of books are in that library.

"Oh, it's this really cool muggle science fiction book. It's got a bunch of aliens in it," Amit grins. "They have such wild imaginations."

You nod, only half listening as he continues to describe the book to you. You find yourself looking through the pages of your potions textbook instead, trying to figure out what half of the things are in it.

"Hey Amit," you ask, risking looking like an idiot. "What are pixie wings?"

"Huh? What do you mean? How do you not know what-" he begins. You gulp, hoping he won't press you too much. And thankfully, he doesn't. "Sorry, sometimes I forget you're new. It might've been called something else at your old place. Pixie wings are a potion ingredient."

He then goes on to give you a mini-lecture about pixie wings and it's too much information. Amit is smart, perhaps too smart for his own good. "I'm surprised you haven't seen them at your old school."

"Oh, we were definitely taught things a lot differently than here," you laugh. "You wouldn't believe the differences."

"Hm," he nods. "Alright then."

After a few minutes, Amit excuses himself and walks to his dorm. You decide not so long after that you should get some rest, too.

***

The next morning you wake up and rush to your Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Again, you use the map that James gave you to find your way there. Once you push the door open, your heart drops. The first thing you see is a roomful of students with their wands out, practicing.

Your teacher, an older-looking woman, approaches you and says hello. She introduces you to the rest of the class and places your hands in hers. "I am Professor Hecat. I feel beyond lucky to have a muggle in my class. I can't say this has ever happened before," she beams.

Your blood runs cold. You can hear a few snickers from the group and you try to focus on the woman before you.

"I know what you're all thinking," she addresses to the class. "But I can assure you that you are wrong about Miss. Bennett."

"What is a muggle doing in our class... No, Hogwarts?!" a brown-haired Slytherin asks.

Just as Professor Hecat opens her mouth, you defend yourself first. "Oh, you know, just casually schooling the wizards and witches on how to actually defend themselves," you shrug, earning a laugh from the man behind the one challenging you.

"Miss. Bennett," the professor calls out, but you ignore her.

"Thought I'd show you all a bit of muggle charm. Hogwarts is in desperate need of a bit of non-magical excellence, and who better than me to deliver, right?" you smirk, causing the Slytherin's jaw to drop and earning a respectful nod from his friend.

Looking at the friend, you see a man with pale eyes and a small smile on his face. He is quite handsome. If only he wasn't friends with such a dickhead. He places his hand on his friend's shoulder, only for his friend to shrug it off. "Apologies for my friend," he tells you. "Sebastian is an idiot."

The grin growing on your face is enough to send Sebastian spiraling. "And who the hell are you?!"

"Sebastian! Language!" Professor Hecat scolds him.

"No, no," you smile. "I can take it. Who am I? Only a muggle who can teach you how to properly kick a person's ass. I'll even give you a lesson, free of charge."

"Alright, Y/N, that's enough," the professor speaks up, silencing the room.

"After class, Bennett. I challenge you to a duel," Sebastian smirks.

"Very well," you nod. "And what shall we play for? A bet, perhaps?"

"Y/N," Professor Hecat tries again.

"If I win," Sebastian begins, "you must bow down and admit that wizards are superior. No muggle can beat a wizard in a duel."

"Very well," you nod, "but if I win, you have to admit that I am smarter and more skilled than all of you put together."

"You've got yourself a deal, Bennett," Sebastian nods. "Now, let's get started. It's time for us to prove who's the real wizard, here."

"Bennett and Sallow! If you can't control yourselves, I'll have no choice but to remove you from my classroom," Hecat's voice booms, causing the room to fall silent.

"I was just-"

"Save it, Mr. Sallow," the professor snaps.

"Professor, is dueling against the school's policy?" you ask her sweetly.

She gulps, not answering your question until you press her further. "No. It's not against the rules as long as it's agreed to by both parties."

"Put it here, Sallow," you smirk, extending your arm out to the Slytherin. "We've got ourselves a bet."

Sebastian takes your hand and shakes it roughly. "See you after class, muggle."

Serpents and Roses

[holy-guacamoly]

Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter. A.N. I will try to upload every Sunday, but I can't promise to hold the schedule at all times. Warnings are for each chapter and do not apply to the whole story. A Masterlist for this series will follow asap. Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader Warnings: mentions of being fired, the usual holy-guacamoly swearing Wordcount: 1.6 k Prologue

Like a pile of misery, you huddled in the furthest corner of a way too polished cafè. 'Le Mirabelle' you believed was the name.

On any other occasion, you would have loved the french flair, but right now, your stomach twisted at the thought of spending six dollars on overpriced coffee. Money was tight since you lost your job. 

'Budget cutbacks,' your former boss had said while assuring that it had nothing to do with you. Bullshit.  You told yourself that you hated this hell-hole anyway - deserved better. But in the end, you knew that you were trying to avoid confrontation with your frustrations.  You loved everything about your former occupation as a journalist. Since you were a little girl, you desired to write. Creating fantastic, extraordinary stories that people would hold dear to their hearts. And working for 'The Paradis Times' as a columnist was exactly that. 

"Madame, you want another drink?" Your glazed eyes peeled off the laptop, which stood on the tiny table beforehand until they met a petite waitress.  Her voice sounded polite, but her slightly annoyed look indicated that you beleaguered this table for too long already.  Sheepishly you peeked at the scrunched-up ten-dollar bill in your half-opened purse. You had nothing much left. Maybe some cash you hid in your underwear drawer for times like these, but that seemed about it. 

Rent was due in two weeks and you knew that you should spend your finances wisely, but you needed the internet connection to apply for more jobs. This vicious cycle soaked you in like quicksand. 

"Another black coffee - small, please." With all strength left in your system, you forced a smile on your chapped lips.   "Of course, Madame," the waitress huffed, leaving instantly with hectic steps. It seemed to personally offend her that you ordered the cheapest option on the menu once more.  You mumbled an inaudible "What a gem" while you gifted your attention to the bright screen again. After applying to countless jobs, you weren't too picky anymore. But no matter how lousy the offer seemed, you never got a callback.  It was frustrating beyond limits and above all, it gnawed on your ego.

Your fleeting thought of selling feet pics entered the back of your mind, but before you could follow this thought, your attention got drawn somewhere else.

The bell of the entrance sang unpleasantly, indicating that someone was entering. A supposedly enraged figure practically stomped into the tiny establishment, erratically talking on the phone to someone. 

"This is the third babysitter that quit this year! I can't have that!"  It was a ridiculously tall man who spoke. His once well-combed hair was disheveled, and the suit - supposedly Prada - looked slightly crinkled. 

You couldn't hold back the spitefulness over someone bougie upper-class asshole's misery. At least you weren't suffering alone. "Oh no, the babysitter quit and now I have to take care of my own children," you whispered mockingly, biting back a grin. This guy must have never had an actual problem in his life. 

"I can't stay at home. I have a shitload of important meetings," the stranger yelled, jamming the newest model of an iPhone between his shoulder and head. Between enraged accusations, he mouthed "Capuccino" to the intimated barista at the bar as he rummaged in his suit jacket for some money. 

"Then find someone! Goddamit!" and with that, he hung up.

You chuckled under your breath as the male let out a choked sound that reminded you of a wounded dog. 

"Troubles at home, Mister Kirschtein?" the barista asked ruefully, trying to lighten the mood. So-called Mister Kirschtein must be a frequent customer here.  The ash-blonde just nodded, pointedly checking his Rolex to signal his hurry. 

And as fast as he entered, the weird stranger was gone.  He grabbed his overpriced Cappucino and already answered the next call, running onto the crowded streets of New Paradis City. 

"Kirschtein..." you thought. After rolling it off your tongue a few times it felt familiar. You must have heard that name before or maybe your sleep-deprived mind played tricks on you. Still, you opened another tab and typed the name in the search bar. 

Ca. 120.000 entries (0,52 seconds)

You clicked the first link on the list. 'Jean Kirschtein, taking over Kirschtein & Son's, vaulting the business into billions of net worth'

Now it all made sense. Of course, you recognized the name. This random dude was the inheritance of one of the biggest and most profitable companies worldwide.  His father patented some of the first intelligent technology and milked millions out of it. This family wasn't just wealthy. They were 'owning-a-whole-airport-of-private-jets'-wealthy.  The acidic feeling of jealousy bubbled up in your core. Why couldn't you be born into this world, without one single care? This wasn't fair! 

Absently you focused your e/c orbs on the floor, letting your mind wander for a bit. You tried to imagine yourself in a nice house, with some rich husband, but something caught your attention. Something flat and small lay on the floor. A photograph?

You stood up, walked over to the piece of paper and crouched down to get a better look. The bright, cheeky smile of a little girl met you. Someone tried to tame her ash-blonde locks with pigtails, but the chaotic curls already stood in every direction. Even though you weren't the biggest fan of children, you had to admit that she looked adorable.  Her father, which happened to be the man who left just a few minutes ago, held her close against his chest. His smile looked equally sunny and you couldn't believe this was the same Jean Kirschtein you just witnessed.  A small smile spread on your lips, as you mustered the cute scenery. Somehow this reminded you of your childhood.

"Hey," you called in the direction of the barista as you rose with the picture in your hand. "Does Mister Kirschtein work around here?"  The young woman gifted you a suspicious stare. Of course, it wasn't quite decent to eavesdrop on a stranger's conversation. You couldn't blame her for that reaction.  "I think he lost it. It's a picture of his daughter, I suppose." You waved the piece of paper in front of you apologetically, signaling her that you only meant well. 

As you wiggled it in front of your face, you noticed a note on the back. In a comedically wrong way and messy letters stood 'I love you, Daddy!" 

As the barista still refused to answer you sighed. "There is a note from Mister Kirschtein's child on the back. I am sure it has a high emotional value to him. I swear I am not a crazy stalker." You had to admit that you did look slightly off, with your dark under eyes and washed-out clothes. Normally you'd never leave the house without a perfect outfit, but since you lost your job you had to sell a lot of your designer clothes. 

Eventually, the poor woman gave in and mirrored your exhausted sigh. She finally replied, "Yeah. Kirschtein & Son's is one block away. I pass the building on my way to work." You nodded and voiced your appreciation before you packed your things. 

"Money's on the table!" 

And with that, you left. 

___

As soon as you entered the palatial foyer of the paned skyscraper, a wave of fear washed over you. What were you thinking? 

This man didn't seem like he would be emotionally attached to a stupid picture and you had more important things to focus on.  Clearly, it wasn't the right time to believe in collecting Karma Points, by doing good. You didn't even know why you wanted to go through with this in the first place. Maybe for a reward? Praise? Simulating a feeling of contentment?  It was the best option to just drop the picture at the reception and let the universe decide if it should find its way back to Jean. This wasn't some cheesy rom-com where a simple gesture leads a person into a better life.

"How can I help you, Miss?" a polite man with spotless skin asked you, as soon as you reached the counter.  "I have something for Jean Kirschtein. Can you give it to him?" You fiddled with the picture in your hands like a nervous school girl.  For the second time today, you received a narrowed look. "Do you have an appointment with Mister Kirschtein?" "Uhm..." you started. "No, but I found something that belongs to him. It's a picture of his daughter." 

You slipped the photography over the smooth surface so that your counterpart could witness the proof. But somehow, it even made the male more reserved.

"Where did you find this?" he asked, slowly growing rude. You huffed. "As I said, I found it on the floor! Mister Kirschtein was at 'Le Mirabelle' to grab a coffee and it fell out of his pocket. I just happened to be there as well!" Your annoyance started to show.  What kind of interrogation was this? Was it a crime to behave like a decent human being? 

"How much do you want for this?" the receptionist asked dryly.  "What?" "How much money do you want? You wouldn't just come here because you have a good heart, right?" This little menace of a person acted way too sassy for your liking. But his question was indeed valuable. A tiny, green voice inside your mind urged you to name some amount. You were in desperate need of cash after all. Still, it seemed so wrong to ask for something in return, for a basic act of kindness. 

Another sound of resentment fought its way out of your lungs before you spoke, "Just give it to Mister Kirschtein, okay? Have a nice day," you stated bluntly, squeezing the last ounce of politeness out of you.   As you left the polished building, you already braced yourself to discard today to the back of your head labeled as some weird memory. 

Little did you know that this was only the beginning. 

Chapter 1 -> Coming Up: Finally hitting rock bottom and without prospects, you wander on the streets of 'New Paradis City'. Lost in your thoughts you get involved in an accident that almost costs you your life, still some new opportunities open up. Taglist (open): @rosemirrors @galactict3a @luv-minju @chicha027 @yunxbby @forstein

[cahmilo]

What it feels like ㅡ carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem reader

genre: fluff

tags: oneshot, flirty reader, cold and oblivious carlos, mutual pining, bickering, arguing, making out, not proof read

summary: you loved to make fun of carlos madrigal who always had a stoic face, and you were continuously teasing and pranking him to get his attention. every time you see him, you always made it your goal to annoy him. on one fine day, he tries to talk back and it leads to something else you finally had been waiting for.

"I don't know, Carlos Madrigal just seems interesting to me." You smirked, taking a sip of coffee as you trailed off talking about Mirabel's cousin who was just outside the window tending to his chores. Beside you was Mirabel who had a questioning look on her face.

"You're peculiar Y/N. I always thought you'd be interested in Camilo instead, your energy matches his." Mirabel trailed off, eyes on Carlos who was walking around the village. Looking at her, you shrugged your shoulders, "Yeahh, no. Sometimes he's too much for me to handle AND he has eyes on the baker's daughter and I'm sneakily setting them up."

"And how are you gonna do that?" You put down your mug of coffee on the table as you laughed and shook your head. You had a mischievous grin that Mirabel just stared at blankly.

"I stole Tia Julieta's banana bread recipe that Camilo likes so that he goes to her shop everyday to buy hers instead." Mirabel gasped at your plan. "Oh, you are sneaky, does any of them know?"

You smirked and wiggled your eyebrows, a scoff exiting your lips. "Ugh, do you really have to ask? I'm like the sneakiest pranker after Camilo that not even he can figure it out."

An eruption of laughter filled the kitchen of Casita as you two shared stories about pranks and jokes around the Encanto. Early in the morning, you always felt giddy when you enter the Casita. Not because of the coffee, but because it only served as an excuse for you to see the boy in maroon ruana that somehow caught your attention for no reason.

Speaking of the devil, he walked in to a cult-like setting in the kitchen, only hearing squeals and wheezes of laughter by you and Mirabel. A questioned look was on his face. Once you noticed his presence, you immediately put a smirk when you approached him slowly.

"Hola, mi amor" You flirted, finger stroking his arm while he gives you a disgusted look. Mirabel kept laughing at Carlos who stood still.

Noticing his frozen state, you patted the kitchen island and as commanded, Casita shifted its tiles to bring a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

You nudged Carlos' shoulder. "I made coffee for you, querido, hope you like it." Carlos glanced at the cup before muttering a 'thank you' and dashing out the door.

You can only let out a soft smile when he finally turned his back at you. Not a grimace or a smirk, but an actual smile of adoration. Mirabel caught up to you and put a hand on your shoulder. "He would have been fun if he only flirted back."

"It takes time, Mira" You said, bumping your hip with hers gently. "Its actually surprising that he hasn't stabbed me by now."

"HE WHAT?"

"Yeah, he carries a pocket knife." Showing off a proud smile, you looked at Mirabel who had a stunned look in her face. "I did not know that."

"There are many things you don't know about him. He's that type of boy to be secretive and stoic with his feelings and that's exactly my type." You trailed off, showing the girl a playful smile. "I'm gonna make that boy part of my life someday"

"Jeez, you really are a hopeless lovesick flirt."

"Only for him, Mira. Only for him."

—

Running back to his room as fast as he could, Carlos sat down on his desk as he held the cup of coffee you made. His hands were shaking, face flustered from your continuous flirtations.

"Dios mio, What are you doing to me Y/N?" He asked out loud.

His lips curled whilst he was thinking of you, an expression that no one else saw. Sure, he has let out a few smiles and tears to his family but you, you were something else.

Never did he once thought that he would be feeling love. After hearing stories from his parents, he always thought that romantic love was what made one truly happy. As he grew older, his perception of that changed as soon as his personality did too.

Having to be the shadow of the Madrigal twins, he never felt like he was special. Carlos never felt like he mattered, that he was solely there to help the community like a servant. He was never looked at, never talked to, never laughed with, never loved.

Until you came along.

He can't pinpoint a specific date, but he swore that one day you showed up in his life and his perception of it took a 180 degree turn. You weren't like the rest. You kept looking at him, you kept talking to him, you kept laughing with and at him, and,

You seemed like you liked him.-

Scratch that, he refused to put his heart on the thought of latter. You were a flirt. You weren't always an ass, but you constantly teased him. You always flustered him. You always somehow manage to almost break the cold persona he worked hard for to show.

Do you mean everything you said? Or was I just another toy to you?

One of the things that bothered him was that question. Why exactly did you choose him as the one you kept messing with? Oftentimes he would shapeshift to stalk you silently but you never had the same personality you had with other boys in the village. There were guys more appealing and attractive than Carlos.

And the thing is, he never showed you any response nor teased you back. He never made a move on you, he shoved you away, completely ignores you and if you two were to speak, your conversations would be done after 2 minutes, with you carrying. He pushed you away and never reciprocated your advances, so,

"Why me? Y/N?"

He can only sigh as he took a sip of the coffee he made. Like the drink, he felt his cheeks getting warmer and his stomach getting weird. His heart fluttered. He loved your coffee. It was perfectly balanced and tailored to his taste. The creamer and sugar not to sweet, and the brewed drink not too bitter for his taste buds. It was just right.

Raking his hands through his hair, he stood up and yelled while he plopped his body on his comfy bed. Facing the ceiling, he lightly slapped his cheeks.

"She needs to stop."

As much as he liked the attention from someone like you, he hated how to him, you treated it like it was a joke. You were constantly messing with him, always trying to break his façade, always trying to make him look vulnerable.

He hated that the first time he felt love was from a dangerous flirt that seemed to toy him.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up from his bed and dusted his maroon ruana. He went out the door, putting back a blank face as he walked out the Casita, doing something he has never done before.

Looking for you.

—

Letting Carlos' legs trudge through the dried and mossy pavement of the village streets, he was out to find you. If he remembered correctly, you were either at your house, the garden, or at your parents' stall. He avoided the first and last option, still too nervous to approach both you and your parents.

Walking towards the large garden at the far side of the Encanto, he saw your figure. The sight of you is, strange.

He doesn't see the smug and flirty Y/N at all. Instead, he saw a lovely girl lying on the hammock by the large tree, casually reading a book. Your hair was flowing gracefully with the wind, your eyebrows furrowed as you were into whatever you were reading.

You didn't seem to notice Carlos approaching, it was only when he was literally standing in front of you with a blank face.

Immediately at the sight of him, your usual smirk was plastered on your face, sitting up from the hammock. "Fancy seeing you, here amor. Missed me already?"

Carlos glared at you. "As if, I only wandered here and found you. Sad you didn't fall."

You stood up and walked closer to Carlos, the close proximity of both your bodies sending him shivers to his spine. His eyes sparked a bit of surprise before it went blank and empty.

"Oh, does it count when I already fell.. for you?"

Now Carlos' face was flustered. You noticed a dark tint in his cheeks and it gave you a spark of hope that maybe your flirtatious deeds seem to have an effect on him. Carlos tilted his head, blank face trying to desperately hide the blush, "For all I care, I wouldn't catch you anyway."

Showing a dramatic face of disbelief, you put a hand in your chest. "Owh, being mean are we?" Inching closer near to his face, you whispered to him with a low tone, "You know how I always fall for bad boys right, amor?"

"Don't call me amor."

"What about..." You traced your hands on his chest, slowly leading up to twirl a strand of his curly hair "mi vida?"

Carlos snapped from his trance, hastily shoving your hand away from his face. "No, you need to stop."

"Oh, I see" You backed away, crossing your arms. "You're being hard to get now-"

"Enough!" He finally yelled, leaving you taken aback. Never had he raised his voice, and honestly, you didn't know what to do. Immediately the atmosphere became tense.

"I've had enough, Y/N! You keep doing this to me, acting like you have a thing and then laughing at me, I've had enough!" His eyes shown anger. Not that you weren't used to it, but the tone of his voice legitimately scared you.

"I'm not just some guy you can toy around with okay? Messing with my head, making me feel like crap and then you leaving happily as if you don't give a damn, I hate it! I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to leave me the hell alone and do whatever your pathetic life tells you to do!" He burst, leaving no space for you to respond. He was angry, and it terrified you.

After rambling, Carlos put a hand in his mouth, not realizing how much he has said to you than the 3 years you two ever talked. If you weren't fixated in his eyes, you would fail to notice the slight tear escape from his glassy eyes.

And it pained you to know that you were the reason behind it.

With a deep exhale, Carlos put his hands over his hair, trying to pull it. He dropped them and with a last glance on your unreadable face, he turned around, trying to escape. But you caught his hand in time.

Still not facing you, you looked down and whispered. "You wanna know why my life is pathetic?"

Carlos turned around and his heart broke at the sight of you. You weren't giving him a smirk, not lifting your eyebrows like you used to, you had hunched shoulders, and your eyes were also glassy trying to hold back a tear.

"Because you're not part of it."

You inched closer, still holding his hand. You grabbed the other, forcing him to face you. Carlos had disbelief plastered all over his face, not used to the vulnerable sight of you right now.

You looked down and continued to finally speak. "Everyday I dreamed of having a story like my fairytale books, a prince being there for the princess and they lived happily ever. All throughout my life, I believed that love with come to me. And I thought I did, when I saw you."

You looked up, and see his tear stained cheeks. Letting go of his hands, he felt sad at the warmth leaving. But that emotion didn't last long when you palms found their way to his cheeks instead, your thumb wiping away the tears from his eyes.

"But as I see it, you didn't seem to know what love is. You didn't know what love felt like. So instead, I tried so hard to grab your attention, to teach you what I feel about love, but-"

"I guess it backfired, and made you upset instead, and I'm sorry. But, I meant all of I said, I wasn't toying with you, and I never would want to."

Leaving a deep sigh, you brought your lips to the corner of his lips and gave him a soft peck. He only stared at you in shock, still completely frozen.

"I apologize, Carlos. I'll never bother you again."

Carlos finally managed to snap back to the current world, train of thoughts all around his mind when he felt your palms leave his cheeks, immediately losing the warmth that made his heart flutter. Looking at you, he saw you turn around and trying to look away.

She loves me. Someone loves me. And it's Y/N.

He couldn't just let you walk away, not after all the feelings he finally figured out. So he reached out to grab your hand, turned you around to face him. At the spur of the moment, he grabbed the sides of your face and collided his lips with yours.

You can tell he was inexperienced, making you giggle through the kiss. You led his hands from your face to your waist, and you brought yours around his neck, brushing against his curls. You inched closer, and deepened the kiss.

So this is what love feels like? Carlos thought to himself. To have his heart fluttering, to have a smile upon his face, to have goosebumps all over his skin, to have a reason to wake up in the mornings for the best coffee he's ever had, to be able to finally show his true colors to you, whom he trusted.

Yes, this is what love feels like. For Carlos to feel warmth in your embrace, to be appreciated for his existence, to be seen in a light that isn't about his gift or powers, to be feeling affection from someone he had been longing for, to have Y/N L/N be finally part of his life.

Yes, this is what love feels like. For you to finally get the prince you've been asking for, to be reciprocated by the boy you longed for, to have his lips synchronize with yours, to have Carlos Madrigal be finally part of your life.

This is what love feels like.

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[suncakie]

—Empanada | Camilo x fem!reader

request. [Anon] Hii, I’m here for a request :3 Can you write a fluff one-shot Camilo x fem reader where Camilo present the reader to the whole family and theirs reactions? Bye have a nice day!!

Warnings. Ooc Madrigal family, Camilo is ooc(?), Agustin didn't get screen time, suggestive content(just camilo suggesting to call him papi), Fluff, cliché ending.

Notes. Hello Anon!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long I got kind of busy with tests but here it is! I hope you have a nice day too:DD!!

Camilo never found the time to introduce you to his family, Felix and Pepa's Anniversary celebration came around and it seems (un)luck settles with him.

"Mami, Papi, this is (name), my partner" Camilo your lover introduced as you waved awkwardly towards the two adults.

Today, encanto was celebrating an event which you had no clue what was it about, although looking at the matching colours of the theme and the outfit the couple in front of you were wearing, you assumed it was their anniversary.

According to Camilo, you haven't met anyone from your partners side, well except for Antonio who practically acted as your son during your relationship, Camilo was a little jealous at first because your attention would go to his little brother more if he was in the same room as him, but the more it happens the more he thinks your an amazing example of a wife.

The duo in front of you seemed to be enthusiastic and lovable. I guess you know know where Camilo gets those from.

"I hope my son treats you right" the redhead–Pepa which she introduced as–told you honestly as she took your palms in her hands, a small smile on her face.

Her husband, Felix, was by her side sincerely nodding along with an arm on her waist, it was a sweet relationship, like the both of yours, your just more...introverted.

"He does" you started and starred happily at the both of them, your lips twitching upward unconsciously "you have a great son Mrs. Madrigal"

Suddenly, a call of a pair of names alerted the duo of their need of appearance, giving the both of you a smile "no need for honorifics, call me Tia if you would like so"

"Call me papa too!" Felix butted in as Camilo playfully scoffed at this "pa! (Name) probably doesn't want to-"

"Thank you so much Tia and papa, happy anniversary too" you told the both of them, Camilo looking at you dumbfoundedly as the couple in front of looked at you proudly.

"The pleasure is all ours"

"That ended well" you told the curly head beside you, a smile plastered on your features, Camilo on the other hand playfully pouted at you.

Crossing his arms at you "it didn't! How am I gonna live with you calling my father 'papa'?!" You laughed at him, patting his shoulder apologisingly "don't worry, I'm not, let a man have their fun"

"You should call me papi" Camilo smirked at you, while you looked at him bored out of your mind "I would rather not"

Not long after the conversation, a voice interrupted the both of you, directing your attention towards the crowd

"(name)!" A familiar voice shouted from the distance, you grinned at it and kneeled down, readying yourself for a force of impact.

"Tonito'! Hello!" You greeted and hugged the boy, the curly head giggling back at you while you squeezed him tightly before carrying him on your arm.

"How is my buddy going?" You grinned at him while he answered your question with the things he had done with Mirabel, which you pressumed who you will meet next.

Speaking of the devil, a curly head emerged from the crowd, panicking as her hair seems to be dishevelled, however, she seemed to perked up at Antonio's voice not too far from where she is standing, directing her attention to you and the boy happily chatting in your arms.

"Antonio, there you are, I was looking for you" she sighed in relief and Antonio looked clueless but shrugged her statement off.

He pointed at you with a smile on his face "I'm with (name)! By the way, (name) this is Mirabel, Mirabel this is (name)" he introduced the both of you, if you're asking where Camilo might be he is sitting on the floor, bored that you have just been introducing yourself to his family the whole day.

It's his fault that you just met them today.

"Pleasure to meet you" you grinned and placed Antonio down, shaking hands with the female madrigal, she complied and shook hands with you.

"Your Camilo's partner right? You know you should have someone better" she whispered at you jokingly, Camilo whining just below the two of you as Mirabel giggled at him.

"Please, he's the only one available" you joked back, the boy below you shooting you an offended expression, exaggerating it with a hand on his hand.

The both of you laughed at his expression while you calmly told him that your joking, Antonio, who now wanted nothing to do in the conversation, tugged Mirabels hand and waved a goodbye to you, wanting to join into the dancing in the center.

"We should go get food" you muttered to Camilo while sticking your hand out to him, helping him up to stand, he happily obliged, finally happy to spend time with you rather than listening to introductions.

"I heard Tia made some Empanada's!" The boy beside you excitedly told you as he unconsciously held your hand, dragging you along the food stall.

"I never tasted Tia's Empanada's before" you replied, now looking for the tray that stored the Empanada's.

Camilo frowned when he couldn't look for the food he excitedly wanted to taste, unfortunately for the both of you, the food seems to be out of stock, which made the both of you eat arepas instead.

"Arepas taste better anyway" you tempted to enlighten the situation as you realized how bummed out your partner was when the Empanada's were out.

Camilo pouted at you, but lightheartedly chuckled at your attempt at making him smile, although it was a bummer the both of you weren't able to munch on the Empanada's.

"Huh? (name)? Didn't know you were here" A once again familiar voice spoke to you, well you assumed spoke to you as the two of you looked upwards.

Camilo grumbled and visibly pouted at how somebody disturbed your quality time together, not to mention how another introduction will happen right infront of him.

"Luisa! Hey, how are you?" You smiled and fist bumped the taller female infront of you, the curly haired boy frowning in confusion at the interaction.

"I'm doing great! I also followed your advice! It's really fun to see a dandelion grow" Luisa Charmed in, the both of your now engaging in a deep conversation of who knows what.

Camilo on the other hand looked stunned, since when did the two of you meet? And a dandelion? Advice? Dude, how long is this friendship been going? How come he wasn't aware about it?

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another voice pitching in the conversation.

"Isa! How are you doing today?" You greeted and hugged her back, Isabela smiling up at you, until her gaze landed on a lost child right beside you.

"Oh! This is my partner I was talking about" you introduced as Isabela frowned, Luisa congratulating the both of you of having a healthy relationship.

"You have horrible taste" Isabela calmly stated, although you couldn't identify who she was talking to as she faced the arepas in the counter.

"What-" "I'm not talking to you"

Camilo shut his mouth after he got cutted off, Ouch, what's up with Camilo Hate all of a sudden, You snickered at that while your lover shooted you a glare.

"Anyways, (name) you should teach me how to do flower crowns! I heard you know how to" Isabela excitedly told you, although you assumed she doesn't mean right now as people seems to be calling her.

"Sure, Whenever your free" you grinned while she happily nodded, before waving a goodbye, it was a short conversation but hey, it was an interaction.

Luisa on the other hand, was also needed for something, the piano you pressumed as she also waved a goodbye while running towards a direction to who knows what.

"I got fresh Empanada's" Julieta called out when she noticed the two of you near the food Bruno tagging along with a few rats with him, you grinned while Camilo's eyes sparkled with excitement, grabbing two Empanada's on the tray.

"Sorry I got it late, Agustin got chased by bees" she sighed at her husbands clumsiness, you waved her off, also grabbing an empanada on the tray.

"It's fine Tia, as long as Tio is okay" you smiled up at her.

"Aww sometimes I think your too nice for our Camilo"

Camilo could feel his heart shatter, I guess today really is hate on Camilo day, are you really out of his league? He thought he's the only one who thinks that.

"By the way, this is Bruno, I believe you haven't met him" Julieta Introduced as you nodded along lifting a hand up towards the boy.

"Hello, I'm (name) Camilo's partner" Bruno sort of looked stunned but softly smiled and shook you hand "I'm Bruno, but you probably already know that"

You smiled as your attention suddenly went to his rats, who were hiding in his ruana, Bruno realized this and hid them more, thinking you didn't want to see them "sorry- they are my friends, they always-" and was cut of by you.

"You should introduce me to them sometime, I would love to meet them" you grinned as Bruno starred at you at utter disbelief, his attention suddenly went to Camilo, who looked dumbstruck at what Julieta said earlier, but still listening in the conversation.

"Camilo, take care of them, she's a keeper"

"Oh my, its nice to finally meet you" a soft spoken voice slightly, caught your attention if it wasn't for Julieta looking further behind you, cutting off the telepathic conversation Camilo and Bruno were having

"Wait sorry, are we disturbing something here or?" Mariano, Dolores's partner apologised while Julieta politely shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid your not" she smiled before adding, holding both of yours and Camilo's shoulder by each hand "well, we'llleave the four of you to it, I have to find Agustin before he gets stings again"

"And I have to find Roberto too" Bruno added to Julieta's statement as you nodded in understanding.

The four of you bid your goodbyes, you mentally thinking why every encounter you engage on another one, however, you do not decide the plot of this story.

Once Julieta and Bruno took their leave, Dolores excitedly held both of your hands, she probably wanted to see you for so long but your paths couldn't cross with the things the both of you had to do.

"Hi, I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister and I want you to know that Camilo once peed thinking that you will reject him" she introduced, calmly stating an embarrassing moment like it didn't affect the person involved which by the way was now trying to prohibit his sister to tell more.

"Okay okay, I won't tell her more, But I want you to know is that my dear brother loves you dearly and would die to save you, me and Mariano have been trying to get the both of you together when we saw you play with the children with him"

Completely ignoring her word, Dolores continued embarrassing her brother more, but fortunately for Camilo, its hiss first time the whole day to hear someone say the both of you are meant to be together, like two peas in a pod.

Although the sweet moment didn't last long as abuela also approached the four of you, ah yes the final boss, it may not seem to be for others as abuela stopped being into 'perfection' after the fall of Casita, but to Camilo, getting Abuela's blessing is like winning the lottery.

"Dolores, if you may" She slightly told her, The girl beside you, nodding away and headed to the dance floor with Mariano, the both of them swaying to the music with smiles on her face, of course not before telling you to meet up with her right after.

You looked at Abuela a soft smile on your face, yes your partner may told his issues to you about her abuela before but then again, you understood her perspective but you don't encourage it either.

She softly smiled towards you to, then to Camilo "I'm happy for you Camilo" gently, she took her hand in hers, your partner stunned at what the older female said.

"Please take care of him as I couldn't do so" she softly told you, your eyes slightly blurred on you, it wasn't emotional oh dear no—you just know the history of those words that made it emotional.

You removed your hands from her hold, taking her own and smiled to her, Camilo on the sidelines looking at the both of you, still slightly stunned but very happy, more likely very happy at the next words you spoke.

"I will, always"

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[grimyandereencantosimp]

Hi!

Do you mind doing a camlio x female reader one part imagine where camlio has a crush on the reader and doesn't know how to tell her? And then later, when the Casa Madrigal is falling apart and y/n and Mirabel are trying to get the candle, Camilo confesses his love?

Tysm ily!

(I'm so sorry for the long wait! :( And thank you, also you're welcome!)

Crush (Soft yandere Camilo x Fem! reader)

(This gif is perfect for this oneshot lmao.)

Tw: Stalking, wholesome yandere, soft yandere, unhealthy obsession, yandere themes?

Camilo's crush on you had lasted for months, and you of course had no idea of it. Camilo had a strong urge to confess to you, but every time he built up courage to he always fell back to his anxious self. He just didn't know how to tell you. He hated how he didn't know how he should of, it made him feel like a coward.

It didn't help he had never done this either, yes, he always had been the romantiac type. But never actually had been involved with realtionships and confessions.

Mind you, you and Camilo were close friends. Even though you were you were you were his friend, it didn't make it any easier for him.

Even though both of you were friends he often stalked watched you just to satisfy his love for you. What was wrong with him? He thought to himself

Odd things had been happening in the Encanto lately, it was mainly Casita and the Madrigal family. There had been cracks spotted on the walls and floors, and some gifts were failing on certain family members.

But thats when Casita had decided to crumble.

You rushed up to the house, seeing dust leaking from parts of the house. You stared in worry for a momment before entering, running over to Camilo. "What's happening?!" You asked loudly but with worry, barley being heard over the rumbling of the house, and countless objects and picture frames falling to the ground. "C-casita, it's falling! M-Mirabel and Abuela started arguing and afterwards a giant crack appeared on the ground. And it only got worse from there!" Camilo explained. "What about the candle?" You said to him. "Not good, Mirabels attempting to get it in her hands now." You looked over to see Mirabel climbing up on railing, once part of casita.

"I'm going after it too."

"What?!" Camilo gasped, "but you can't!"

You then went to run, but Camilos hand stopped you, his hand wrapped around your shoulder. "What are you doing Camilo?" You asked slightly irritated at him stopping you. "No, I can't let you do this! I can't let you die (y/n!)" "I don't care if I die or not, I need to help Mirabel make sure that the candle is safe and not destroyed!" You said worryingly, determination also lacing your voice. "NO! I need to tell you something!" Camilo yelled, making you look at him straight in the eyes. "What then?!" You asked.

"I love you!"

Your pupils no longer dilated, but instead staring at Camilo in awe. His hand loosend around your arm as you turned to face him. "What?" You said, you mouth slightly gaped at the comment. "I love you." He said more gently. "Y-you love me?!" You said in disbelief, "Yes mi amor, I do." He said softly, well wholesomely smiling.

You then hugged him, tears slightly filling your eyes out of hapiness.

"I love you too Camilo."

(This wasn't really that yandere, but it was good to write something wholesome for once.)

[lythea-creation]

My Disney Masterlist

My other Masterlists

Feel free to make requests for the characters listed below:

Encanto

Isabela Madrigal

Dolores Madrigal

Luisa Madrigal

Mirabel Madrigal

The Brightest Star

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

Other Characters (platonic)

"Princesses"

Mulan

Merida

Elsa

Belle

Raya

Namaari (Raya and the last Dragon)

[camilosnovia]

Hi hun, I was wondering if I could get a platonic Madrigals x Reader imagine/headcanons.

I've been getting bullied a lot in my neighborhood. I feel a bit like Bruno honestly. I already have an anxiety disorder and people always stare at me, I can hear them talking about me and I even get called slurs sometimes. I have Autism and dress weirdly so I guess that's why, but it mostly feels unjustified because I'm always friendly to people

Could you please do something about Bruno and Isabela with a s/o who's getting bullied or feels anxious around town because people stare at her, and how they would handle that? It would really help. I'm so sorry if this topic is too heavy or hits too close to home, feel free to ignore it if you're uncomfortable. Thank you, have a great day and stay hydrated

Outcast

Note: Hi luv, I’m so so sorry this took so long. Thank you so much for sharing your difficulties with me, I am so sorry that happened to you🥺💕

Pairs: Isabela Madrigal x Fem!Reader and Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Disclaimer: Author is not fluent in Spanish and using a translator.

Isabela Madrigal

Having been the golden child of the infamous Madrigals, Isa never knew how it felt like to be an outcast.

She has heard a lot about you, and it makes her sad to know that you are treated differently.

You reminded her of Mirabel when she gets stared at because of what happened at her Gift Ceremony .

It breaks her heart to know that her girlfriend is getting bullied and treated unfairly.

Whenever she’s walking to the direction of your house, she can hear the whispers of the people of the Encanto talking badly about you which makes her enraged.

She’ll always bring you flowers whenever the two of you see each other <33

As the eldest Madrigal grandchild walks through the beautiful village, she could hear the negative whispers from the community about her beloved.

"Why is she still seeing that woman?"

"How can her parents allow their eldest child to be with someone like {Name}?"

"Even Señora Alma allows it."

She clenches her fists while putting on her fake smile, angry at how the town she was born and raised in could be so cruel.

Isabela walked up to your door, and knocks.

"¿Mi amor? It’s Isa, will you open the door?" She asks with a genuine smile on her perfect face.

However there was no answer.

The Madrigal became concerned "¿Querida? Are you in there?" She asks as she places her hand on the door handle

What concerned her the most was that the door wasn’t locked.

She enters your humble abode as she starts to look for you.

'Is she even here?' She thought

But then, she heard crying and sniffing coming out of your room.

Isabela walks over to your room and sees an opening on the door, she peeks trough the gap and sees you on your knees in front of your bed hiding your face in the sheets while crying.

She guessed it was those townspeople who always used to pick on you, she was going to give them a sip of their own medicine.

She opens the door fully and you look back to see who came in.

As you saw it was your beloved girlfriend, you went back to covering your face in the sheets.

The eldest Madrigal grandchild kneels down and embraces you, "¿Qué pas��, mi amor?" She asks, she knows it was those who made fun of you, however she wanted to confirm it.

You embraced her as you continued to sob "Ay Isa, it was Lorenzo and Alejandro again! They won’t stop making fun of me, and this time they threw punch on my new outfit you bought for me, I’m so tired of this!" You sobbed as you explained.

And now she absolutely furious, how dare they? That was the last straw.

"Ay hermosa, I am so sorry I wasn’t there. Por favor forgive me." She pleads

You shake your head "No it wasn’t your fault, I should’ve seen this coming."

She kisses your forehead "How about I take you to dinner at Casita and stay for the night? Where no one will whisper anything negative about you while you are around?" She asks as she wipes your tears.

You manage to get a smile on your face "I’d like that, gracias mi vida."

She lifts your hand and pressed her lips on it "Anything for you, mi dulce flor"

Bruno Madrigal

Bruno knew full well of how it was like to be an outcast.

Even when he returned after disappearing there were still people who believed that he was a man who brought bad luck.

He also hears negative whispers about your relationship.

He’ll try his best to comfort you when you break down.

He thinks you are amazing and wonderful 💕💕

Bruno walked towards the grocery store for buying some ingredients for the dinner Julieta was making and as he walked he heard whispers.

"Look, there he is. Bruno the bad omen."

"Is he going to see {Name}? What a waste of time."

"A bad omen and an outcast, what a perfect match."

They started giggling and Bruno has had enough

He walked over to them and they looked at him with wide eyes

"H-how can we help you Señor Bruno?" One of them asks, trying to act innocent.

But Bruno saw through the mask "Listen, talk about me behind my back, call me names or whatever but leave my fiancé out of this, do you understand?"

They nodded and scurried away, afraid he’ll give them bad luck.

He rubbed his temple in annoyance and went back to doing what he came here to do.

That was until he was interrupted with a familiar voice

"Leave me alone!"

He went towards the direction of the voice and saw you and kneeling on the ground and putting picking up things that was from your purse and put it back

"{Name}? What happened here?" Bruno asks as he kneels down and helps you.

"Ay, it was those girls again. This time they emptied out my purse."

"Oh, I knew I should’ve looked in to the future..!" He groans

You place your hand on his cheek "Hey, it wasn’t your fault. So don’t say that."

He took your hand and placed a kiss on it "How about you help me and Juli cook for dinner? You can stay over too!"

"I would love that, mi amor."

[orions-tears]

Close to the Sun - Aesop Sharp [ Part 3]

Pairing: Aesop Sharp x fem!Reader

Themes: Fluff

A/N: Sorry for how much I put this off guys. I had major block on this. I decided to use this chapter to fulfill one of the requests that made this fic happen so here it is, my pretties

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 4 are linked here

"Okay. Wand, wiggenweld potion, chomping cabbages..."

You continue to mutter to yourself as you sift through your bag. You need to be prepared. You don't usually go into fights alone, but you can't ask your partner for help and you need to prove to Aesop that you can do this. It took a while to fly out to the coast and a lot of cabbages to fight off the goblins in the mine, but you've finally made it. You reach, what seems like, the cave and slowly approach, wand out. A thornback scurriour lowers down from the cave entrance and you step back, casting Confringo and sending the spider into the wall.

"Of course...spiders..." you groan.

You cautiously walk into the cave and look around. More spiders. Great. After a few moments of fighting you make your way through, entering the mine. You hear voices and sneak up behind the wall, peeking around the corner. Poachers. You take a breath, pulling your bag off and dropping it on the ground.

"Depulso!" You shout, throwing a few poachers into the cave wall.

The fight continues in a flurry of spells. Confringo! Levioso! Depulso! You advance as you take down the poachers one by one. One hits you with Diffindo, but you ignore it, sending him into the wall. When, finally, it's silent, you take a deep breath, looking down at your arm. Not so bad... You shake your head and grab your back from where you left it. You turn around and suddenly fly against the wall. You didn't hear a spell, but your leg suddenly aches. You look up to see a poacher assassin and scowl.

You stand, grimacing and grab your wand. After a moment of battling the assassin, avoiding as many Petrificus Totalus as you can, you finally take her down. You sigh and make your way through the mine, stumbling along the wall. You make it to the end and see it. The phoenix sits atop a tall rock, watching you. You slowly walk over and kneel in front of it, the pain in your leg too much to continue standing.

"Please...I've come all this way for your help..."

It flies down to you and looks at you, tilting it's head. You pull a small vial out of your bag and hold it up.

"Your tears can heal...So many people could benefit from this...I need to make a potion...there's a man..." You close your eyes and sigh. You're talking to a bird... You look back at the phoenix. "A very kind man who needs my help. Please..."

The phoenix walks up to the vial in your hand. Three tears slowly run down its face, dripping into the vial. It looks up at you and flies away.

"Thank you..." you whisper to it.

***

You shuffle into central hall, clutching your bag. You walk down the empty hallway to the potions classroom and lean against the door. You try the handle and sigh. Locked. You start knocking on the door. No answer. You keep knocking but stop after a minute or two. He must not be in. You slide down the door and sit on the ground. You aren't sure where he could be and Mirabel's teaching class right now. You close your eyes, holding onto your bag tightly. Merlin, your leg is killing you. A few moments later you hear footsteps coming toward you and your eyes shoot open, looking up at them. Aesop is standing over you, eyes furrowed in concern.

"(Y/N)..."

You push yourself up, wincing and stumbling back into the door. He reaches out, hand under your elbow and steps forward, pulling his keys out.

"I got the tears," you say, grinning.

He shakes his head, unlocking the door and leading you inside. He frowns, noticing a limp and sits you down at his desk. He starts rummaging through the many glass containers behind the desk. You lay your bag on the table and reach in, pulling a small vial out, holding it up to him.

"Three drops, actually. A very kind creature..."

He walks to a cauldron, beginning to brew a potion. "You said you'd send an owl if you needed help."

You standing, holding yourself against the table. "Well I really didn't need it, to be honest. I feel I managed myself."

He spins around and points to the chair. "Sit." You nod and sit back down. "If you managed it so well, why are you injured?" he asks, frustrated.

You shrug and lean back, running your fingers over the wound on your arm. "It happens. What's important it I got what I went for."

He sighs and pours the potion into a bottle, walking over and handing it to you. "Drink."

You nod and drink it, wounds quickly healing. You look over his desk, noticing an auror badge. "I knew it!"

He looks at you. "Knew what, exactly?"

You point to his badge. "When we first met you looked so familiar. I'd seen you at the ministry. I'd heard so much about you..."

He grunts in response, looking away. You sigh and look up at him. "May I ask?"

He leans against the desk, folding his arms. "Ask what?"

"About your leg."

He's silent for a moment, staring at the floor. You shift in the chair, worried you've offended him. "You don't have to tell me, if you're uncomfortable with it."

He remains silents and closes his eyes. "I enjoyed a great deal of success as an auror. However, success can make one complacent if one's confidence is not tempered by humility. One overstep in battle changed everything."

You frown, sitting up in the chair.

"My partner and I had tracked a suspect to a harbour in Scarborough. Trying to smuggle shrunken heads of all things. I had deduced that he was working alone. I was mistaken - and they knew we were coming. From the moment we had stepped onto the ship, well - I barely escaped with my life. My partner wasn't so lucky."

"I'm sorry... It must have been awfully dreadful. Your leg was injured in the fight?"

He nods, opening his eyes. "Still unsure of what it was that hit me... I only remember the pain. I've spent years looking for a cure, but nothing works."

You stand, placing a hand on his arm. "That's why I want to do this. If I can create a potion that fixes any injury, I can help so many people. I can help you."

He looks at you, sadly. You take a step back, looking down at his leg. "Could I...see...?"

He scoffs and moves off the table. "I don't need that."

You tilt your head. "Need what?"

He walks away to clean up the cauldron he was using. "I don't need you...seeing me like that," he says quietly.

You follow him, putting your hands on the station to lean in and looking up at him. "Like what? Aesop, you were injured in battle. Nothing is shameful about that. Should I be ashamed of the injuries I came with today?"

"No, but you should have asked for help."

You laugh and turn around, sitting on the table. "Not the point. If I shouldn't be ashamed, neither should you. You don't need to show me, but it would help to put it into perspective."

He stares at the cauldron for a moment and steps back, pulling a boot off and unbuckling the cuff of his pants, pulling them up to expose his leg. A large scar runs from above his knee to mid calf. It's a dark red and takes up almost the entire side of his leg. He looks away from you as you get of the table and kneel down to look at it. You reach out to touch it, looking up at him. He looks down at you but says nothing. You look back at his leg and lightly run your fingers over the scar. It feels deep and you frown. No wonder healing potions can't fix it...

You stand and look at him. "Thank you..."

He looks at you, furrowing his brows in confusion. "For what...?"

You smile, softly. "For trusting me with this."

He watches you for a moment and turns away, fixing his pants and putting his boot back on. You continue to look at him and see his cheeks lift slightly. Is he smiling? You actually made him smile... 

You grin and sit back on the table. "Well...on this note...I need your help."

He sighs and chuckles. "Grab the vial, let's see."

You cheer and run to your back, grabbing it and running back and handing it to him. He finishes cleaning and begins to brew the potion. He adds a drop of the tears and continues. It starts bubbling and he looks at you. You look back, concerned and take a step back. A few seconds later, the potion blows, sending sticky red liquid all over the classroom. You look down at your clothing and back to him, both of you covered in the failed potion. You start laughing, wiping it off your face.

"I feel like I should cry, but this is too funny."

He looks around the room, another small smile gracing his face. He casts Scourgify, cleaning the room and your clothes. "Shall we try again."

You both try one more time to brew the potion and it fizzles out with a spark. He sighs and steps back, resting his hands on his hips. You groan and start pacing, hands on your head.

"No no no no no!"

He frowns and walks over, resting his hands on your arms. "It's alright. There's still one more, we can try again."

You shake your head, looking at him. "And if this one doesn't work? What am I to do? Going out there one was hard enough as it is. This must work, it must!"

He sighs, watching you. He looks back at the cauldron and sighs. "Maybe...it's just not meant to be."

You shake your head again. "No. There's a way, I know there's a way. I'll find it."

You grab your bag and quickly walk towards the door. "I'm sorry. I'll be back. I'll find it and help you, I promise."

You leave the classroom, running out to the south exit. You'll find a way to make this potion. You must.

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