𝓐𝓿𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓻: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓪𝔂 𝓞𝓯 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

ngl, the dimitrecu brothers being super excited to have an adopted human sister is,,,,👌👌💖💞💖💖💕

They're like a group of puppies, wagging their tails excitedly as their father brings you to the castle. They mistake your fear as being shy. They all just want to spend time with you, be it while you are sleeping, while you are running away from them, or while Lord Dimitrescu holds you in his lap as the boys gather around you while Lord D starts story time.

Unlike the Dimitrescu sisters who don't care whether their actions scare you, the brothers are very protective of you, so they are very cautious of what they say or do around you. It's only because Lord Dimitrescu has told them to watch themselves around you, after all, you're a human. You're weak, you're fragile, porcelain like.

So, that's why they are careful around you, not wanting to do anything that would trigger you off.

But that plan goes to shit the moment they sense you're in danger. One of them makes sure to take you back to the safety of the castle, while the other two are assigned to eliminate the threat.

If you get hurt while they are around, they would merely tell you to look away before they are pouncing upon whatever hurt you- doesn't matter if its a human, a lycan, or a twig. Then after they've calmed down, they'll take you back to the castle where Lord Dimitrescu treats your wounds, and like little puppies, they'd stay by your side, watching you with guilty ashamed eyes. Don't be surprised if you wake up in the middle of the night to them hovering over you- if you so much as yelp in surprise, they will again turn into guard dogs and the cycle repeats, only this time you will end up in a cuddle pile with them.

Fluff Yautja Masterlist

Oneshots:

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Fics:

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Headcanons:

General HCs (GN reader) (NSFW at end)

Reacting to 'Dumb Ways to Die' (GN reader)

S/O who loves spicy foods (GN reader)

Unwanted human teammate (that they love) (GN reader)

Junk food (GN reader)

S/O learning abt dreads (GN black reader)

Awkward S/O (GN reader)

Short S/O (GN reader)

Short S/O Cleaning Them (GN reader)

mistaking short s/o for a kid (GN reader)

Metting S/O's friends (GN reader)

Cook S/O (GN reader)

Preparing for a Hurricane (GN reader)

S/O babytalking cats (GN reader)

Human body hair!?!? (M reader)

S/O w/ a bad sleep schedule (GN reader)

Oblivious S/O (GN reader)

Hurting their S/O while training (GN reader)

S/O w/ a face cover (F reader)

Comforting S/O (GN reader)

Neuro-divergent S/O (GN reader)

Drabbles/Imagines:

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Not So Berry Legacy Challenge

Do you like the rainbow? Do you like the idea of playing with berry Sims but hate berry Sims? Do you want to mess around with aspects of the game you’ve never used before? Boy, do I have the challenge for you!

Welcome to the Not So Berry Legacy Challenge, a ten generation legacy with a focus on bright colors and new experiences.

Basic Rules:

Each heir must represent the color of the generation (i.e. hair, makeup, clothing), but brightly colored skin is not necessary (these aren’t actually berry Sims, that’s the joke). Of course, this is optional but a big portion of the fun.

The colors of the spouses don’t matter as they aren’t part of the challenge. Unless otherwise stated you can do whatever you please with them.

Money cheats can be used, but not excessively. Suggestion: use freerealestate for your first home, but no cheats afterward.

You may live wherever you please unless something is specified in the rules of a generation.

Every generation is supposed to complete both the career and aspiration of the heir unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Keep the lifespan on normal.

If you play this challenge and want to share it with us, go ahead and post with #notsoberry so we can see!

My good friend @alwaysimming​ and I kind of created this challenge on accident, but I think it turned out pretty great. We wanted to make something that forced us to play with parts of the game we’ve never explored before. Hopefully you’ll have fun too. You can follow our gameplay on @mintiphresh​ and @lea-fey​ (pronounced “minty fresh” and “leafy”)!

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Severus Snape x sarcastic student reader (platonic) headcannons? Thanks

Platonic Severus snape x sarcastic student reader

The second you opened your mouth in your first year he knew you were going to be the reason he retire

"Maybe if you paid attention you wouldn’t have you and potter set the potion on fire!" "Everything is blue! It’s not my fault you don’t label your bottles of gross wonders"

You’ve earned yourself detention for life due to your tongue

"You wouldn’t be here if you knew how to respect others" "No shit-"

He’s so done with you

But, the class is a bit dull without you in it

Sometimes he can hear you whisper your little comments

"Wow Ron that’s a record for sure" you’ll say after the seventh explosion that month

"You dropped way too many dragon trees this is turning orange" "oh really Professor? I thought it was pink"

"10 points from your house" "oh what shall I do? Professor please forgive me~"

A literal pain in the ass you are but he sure as hell liked hearing your snarky comments during his lessons

It meant that you actually was paying attention in some way

By the end of your last year he’ll admit that having you wasn’t as awful as he expected

"You have a snakes tongue but you’re grades…you should be thankful you’re smart"

In all seriousness he would find it hard to forget students like yours, you made the class a little lively

He would rather die than admit it though.

trashy dad

Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia Dynamic: Shota Aizawa/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: references (2) to un*s ann*s, one (1) use of (y/n), fem pronouns Summary: Shota trying to support his YouTuber daughter :) cuz social media aus own me Word Count: 2.1K ~~~

"Hey, gamers," you grin at the camera before tossing an arm over your father's shoulders, "My dad's in town and as you can see," you hesitated slightly before turning to face your father, "Dad's not super into taking care of himself. So, I figured what's better than doing a Q&A together while I do his makeup?"

"Hitoshi just did a 'what I eat in a day', didn't he?" Shota quirked a brow, already reaching back to tie up his messy, tangled hair.

"Spoilers!" you quietly whine as you open your phone, "He still has to edit it, silly man. We're gonna have to brush out your hair later, by the way."

Shota's eyes widened, "We? I thought this was your idea and video, (Y/n)."

"No," you huff, scrolling through a few of the questions from fans, "I mean it was but your hair is so… Okay, first question is from - oh my God the names - shrekslongtoe, what was my first word?"

"Are you gonna start putting makeup on me or just sit there?" Shota scratched at his nose before snickering, "That wasn't your first word. Your first word was 'Dada' and it drove Hizashi insane."

"Hizashi is my other dad, by the way," you lean over to grab your makeup bag, "'Toshi and I call him papa. Oooh, oh no," you looked up to Shota, "I don't have your shade, you're gonna look weird."

"I don't really care," the man shrugged, watching as you took out a pink beauty blender, "That looks like a buttplug."

"Don't say that!" your eyes were wide at his words while you got out your foundation, "Youtube doesn't like that."

"Whoops," he deadpanned, "Next question."

"Shit, right."

"Language."

"Japanese," you murmur, going to the next reply, "yoonbumskneecap asks, 'Did you believe in me-’ they said my name but you know, ‘and Hitoshi when they decided to become Youtubers?' And 'in 'Toshi's case - drop out of college to become a professional clout man.'"

"To be honest," Shota closed his eyes, only in slight fear, as you began pressing the foundation into his skin, "I was really worried about Hitoshi, I didn't know if he'd stay as big as he was because he's a lot like me, in the sense that people tend to not like us for our bluntness. So I was worried he'd be a meme for like a month and then people would drop him, but thankfully I was proved wrong," he opened his eyes when he felt you pull away and begin rooting through your bag once again, "With you, I was less worried because you're more like 'Zashi, i.e extremely likable, and you were kind of getting a boost from appearances on Hitoshi's channel. I still worry because the internet is a fickle mistress but I'm not staying up at night about it."

Pulling out a dark eyebrow pencil, you grin at your father, "Aww, that was kinda sweet. Not really but kind of."

"What I'm here for," Shota's eyes followed your hand as you uncapped the pencil and reached up, beginning to mark at his eyebrows, "I'm gonna read the next question while you kill my eyebrows."

"I'm not killing them!" you giggled, "But unlike Papa, you already have pretty thick, full eyebrows so I won't be here long."

"Good," he muttered before furrowing his brows in confusion, ignoring your frustrated groan, "who is daddysero and why is he asking if you pissed today?"

"What?!" you pull your dad's hand back to see what he was looking at, instantly calming down when you saw he was still on Twitter, "Oh, that's just Sero, he asks me that every time I tweet. I thought you went to my Instagram DMs," at Shota's questioning stare you grinned, "Mama's got simps in her DMs."

"Don't ever call yourself 'Mama' in my presence ever again," Shota shook his head, once again ignoring your annoyance, "papichulo46290 wants to know my favorite memory of you."

"If you mix me up with 'Toshi, I'll be so pissed," you return the eyebrow pencil to your bag as Shota speaks.

"I won't... probably," he shrugs while you root through your bag, "So, Hizashi had taken Hitoshi out for ice cream because of - has he mentioned his middle school trauma?" at your nod, he continues, "Hitoshi was having a bad day from middle school, shocking, so you and I were left home alone together. You were probably seven and you really wanted to paint my nails and I let you. You..." he shook his head, snickering, "you fucked them up. So bad. But you were so happy to just be spending time with me- "

"Keep talking, but I'm gonna do your eyeshadow," you lean back in, swishing your brush over a navy blue, almost black shade, "Just so you guys know, Dad wanted to look like shit, don't unsubscribe cuz this is gonna come out bad."

"It won't be too bad, you're talented," Shota did his best to remain still, "But overall, you were just so adorable and it didn't even matter that the smudged nails got me teased in the teacher's lounge the next day. It all came off after like a week because it was shitty polish but you get the idea."

"Aww, I didn't know you kept it on, that's so sweet," you fall back briefly to inspect your work, "It's not awful but I'm only posting this because you're my dad."

"Of course, I did," Shota continued scrolling through the questions, "A lot of people are asking if you mean Dad or Daddy, and a lot more people are asking for pictures of your feet, you should block them all."

"Yeah, I got sickos in my replies too, just gotta scroll past em'."

"Disgusting..." Shota grumbled as you moved to his other eye, "Is 'electrodick' Kaminari, perchance?"

"Unfortunately."

"Gross, he asks if you had an 'I'm not like other girls' phase," Shota hummed quietly in thought, "Maybe when you were eight for like a month, but that's probably because except for Nemuri you didn't have any women in your life. Thankfully you moved on from that pretty quickly."

"Oh yeah, that was a gross, weird time. You and Papa also weren’t shitty people so I didn’t have a lot of misogynist influence."

"I like to think we did a good job," Shota sighed, finally moving back into his slouching position when you pulled away completely, "Is 'explosionmurder' Bakugou?"

"You know it."

"Okay well, he's asking if you plan on fucking up your bronzing again?" he thinks for a moment, “Was that from when you looked kinda copper-ish in a video?

"Oh my God, that was one time, Bakugou!" you shout and shake your brush at the camera, "One time!"

"I don't even know what blending is so you're doing better than I am."

"God, how are we related?"

Without hesitation, Shota replied, "Surrogate. Which answers summerlongsock's question."

"Nice," you chuckle, setting the brush back in your bag, "You probably won't need too much bronze or countour since you're going for bad," you immediately turn to the camera, "And Bakugou isn't gonna say a fucking word about it!"

"Is eyeliner next? And if so, I would enjoy a nice wing," Shota muttered, looking through the remaining questions, "Hitoshi asks why I haven't done a video with him yet."

You nod along while uncapping the liner, "I'm curious about that too. I thought my first video with a parent would be with Papa. I was gonna say family but..." you shrug, "Hitoshi was my first video and then Eri came on."

"He never asked," Shota closed both of his eyes, allowing you to move his head around as you pleased, "You just texted me the video idea and we set it up while I was in town. If Hitoshi wants a video so bad he should come up with an idea."

"Jeez, don't bully the poor boy," you laughed quietly, carefully applying more eyeliner to your father's left lid, "We should all do a video together. I think it'd be fun."

"Come up with an idea," he replied flatly before opening his eyes, "davinky wants to know when you got into makeup. Probably after thirteen, sometime."

"Yeah, I got my first real eyeshadow at like fourteen and then you guys just enabled my love of makeup after that."

"Well, the thing with that was, Hizashi and I didn't want you growing up thinking you had to wear makeup for any reason," Shota opened his eyes once he felt you back away, blinking a few times, "So we waited till you were more mature because giving makeup to a six-year-old is weird."

Capping your eyeliner, you traded it out for mascara, "Yeah, even little play kits are a bit ehhh. Don't close your eyes, but look down."

Following instruction, Shota took the opportunity to read off another question, "I can't see the name but someone's asking what we did together for fun. While you were a kid."

Humming quietly in thought, you move from one eye to the other, "We used to go to diners a lot. Those late-night diner trips, remember?"

"Oh yeah, you were such a little demon about bedtime. I had to take you to this little place for scrambled eggs or some shit and you'd fall asleep on the way back home."

Putting away your mascara, you reach out for your hairbrush before beginning to pull out the hair tie in Shota's hair, "Mina wanted me to ask what videos you show people when they ask what your kids do for a living."

"For Hitoshi, the one where he and Kaminari made Bakugou breakfast with sex toys. For you, the one where you turn yourself into Mina's little character - with the pink skin," Shota winced slightly at the tug of your hairbrush, "And Eri's a teacher so that information comes first since it's the least strange."

As you fussed with his tangled nest of hair, you read another question over Shota's shoulder, "When did you know you loved me? Like after adopting me."

"Not too long after the adoption was finalized actually," Shota grumbled as the brush made its final courses through his hair, "You've always been a really great kid. I don't know when I 'realized' but it was definitely around the time you were born, maybe like the day after."

"That's pretty good considering I was a stranger," you giggled, brushing out the final knots in his dark hair, "A baby stranger."

"Hmm," Shota hummed in response, "You almost done?"

Refraining from rolling your eyes, you fluffed Shota's now smooth and detangled hair around his shoulders with a small smile, "I'm done. Your hair is so pretty when it's brushed out."

"I know," the man muttered, handing your phone back, "Wanna do one more question and then sign off?"

"Yeah," you scroll through some of the questions, "I want it to be the best question that's ever been asked."

"Ask your own, you're great at that."

You shook your head with furrowed brows at his comment, "Is that a compliment?"

"It was meant to be."

"Thanks, but no need, I've found one. Midoriya wants to know if raising two attention whores was hard. He didn't say ‘attention whores’ because he doesn't swear but that's the vibe."

"What's Midoriya's at?" Shota asked.

"SmallMight."

"Of course," the man grumbled, closing his eyes to think, "You two were honestly pretty easy to raise. Not a whole lot of fits compared to what I've heard other parents talk about. You both liked to talk a lot to each other, and, of course, to Hizashi and me. Not terribly difficult at all."

"Aww, I'm glad we didn't make you pull your hair out," you grin.

"Oh, you still did. Absolutely."

"Nice," you giggle before turning off your phone and facing the camera, "Okay guys, well, I hope you don't clown on me as much as usual because if you do, my dad will... I don't know… kick your ass."

"Exactly," Shota nodded, a horrific smile on his face, "I'll beam right into your living room."

"Hopefully you guys come back next week where I'll..." floundering for an answer, you turn to your dad as if he’d give you ideas, "Create wings to do it better than Icarus ever could."

Giving a singular stiff nod, Shota looked dead at the camera, "I'd watch it."

"You heard it from the main man himself, peeps," you waved to the camera, Shota copying the motion, “Bye!”

"If there's one comment about my eyebags, I'm never coming on your channel again," Shota lied as you leaned over to stop recording.

"They're gonna love you, I'm sure," you assure your father, "Wanna see how I edit?"

"God no, Hitoshi showed me how long it takes to edit his videos, it looks like hell."

Hii!! Can i requests hurt/comfort! Uzui scenario with s/o she! pronouns which is insecure because of all his wives she has the smalles chest and she thinks Tengen likes her the least because of that. Like she thinks that's the only reason she's the least attractive wife. It can be either nsfw or sfw whatever to your preferences

Thank you and have a nice day!!

thank you for your request - tengen is *chef's kiss*

warning: a tiny bit of smut'ering

You really tried not to think about it.

And yet at the same time, it was too difficult to ignore. Whenever you stood next to Suma, Makio, and Hina, the difference between your builds became glaringly obvious. And while the three women stood proud and tall, you were often hunched over, fiddling with the ornaments adorning your sleeves.

It’s a particularly nasty remark from one of the lower rank demon slayers that stings particularly hard.

“Tengen seems to have a type,” he jokes. “All three of his wives are gorgeous!”

“There’s four of us, actually,” Suma pipes in.

The recruit turns to look at you with a dumbfounded expression, quickly getting flustered. “O-Oh, my apologies! I, uh, I did not realize you’re one of the wives too. Y-You’re very pretty, as well!”

You nod meekly to acknowledge his half-hearted compliment, but your eyes are already welling up with tears.

It hurts. You swallow painfully, darting off before Makio can pull you back by your sleeve. You don’t want anyone to see you crying. That recruit was right - they’re all so wonderful, so beautiful, and well, with certain assets that you lack. Why did Tengen even marry you? You’re clearly not his type. He must be forcing himself to be nice to you, because he is so considerate of your feelings. He probably doesn’t even find you attractive.

Isn’t it only natural to have the least favorite one among his wives?

You find yourself near an abandoned warehouse when you finally collapse from exhaustion, tears welling up in your eyes. Pulling your knees to your chest, you sob into the fabric of your clothes, but those awful thoughts keep gnawing away at your sanity. At some point, you pass out, too heartbroken and exhausted to carry on.

It’s late into the evening when you finally stir, and you gasp when you meet Tengen’s eyes, shining sharply in the moonlight. It’s already too late to hide from him - your eyes have been rubbed raw with tears, and your hair has turned into an absolute mess.

“Suma, Makio, and Hina caused quite the ruckus earlier,” he says, in an uncharacteristically serious tone. “Can’t believe my girls just jumped a single recruit and beat him bloody.”

You hang your head. Now they will be in trouble - because of you. Perhaps you really are a misfortune to this family, you think as new tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“To top it all off,” Tengen continues, as he crouches down to look you in the eye. “When I come back, I hear that my (Name) has run off somewhere. Not exactly flamboyant of you lot.”

He waits for you to talk patiently, but you’re unable to face him, counting the old floorboards that line the terrace. There are so many things you could tell him, or you could just brush it all off. Perhaps that would be for the best. And yet as soon as you open your mouth, all reason leaves your sense.

“You should divorce me,” your voice comes out choked, your shoulders shaking from pitiful sobs.

You don’t have the heart to gaze up at Tengen, but you can try to imagine how his face looks. Relieved? Surprised, but thankful you were the one to suggest it? Happy he does not have to pretend to like you anymore?

He’s quiet for a moment, and completely still.

“Divorce?” he mirrors your words, his tone flat and void of emotion.

“Y-Yes...” you sob, burying your face in your palms. Before you know it, all of those ugly thoughts spill from your lips like curses. “I know that you don’t like me... I-I’m not your type... I’m nothing like them, so you- you must hate me. I hate that you’re forcing yourself to be with me because you have to. And I-"

“Force myself to be with you..?” you see his fist clench. “(Name), where is this coming from? Was it that... rascal? Did he say something foolish to you?”

Tengen's springing to his feet in an instant, and you recognize a murderous aura surrounding him. You’ve known him long enough to realize how dangerous it would be to let him go now - so you rise to stop him, your small hands clinging to his muscular arm.

“Tengen, please...” you plead with him, gazing up through your wet eyelashes.

His expression softens immediately, tense muscles relaxing under your gentle hold. Before you can lower your gaze again, he snatches your chin and pulls you against his chest, eyes soft, but focused.

“Then tell me,” he frowns. “What about you could possibly not be my type?”

You try to wiggle away, but his hold is firm.

“(Name),” he cautions, and you realize there is no getting out of this.

“M-My chest,” you spill, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment. You hope the ground will open up and swallow you whole.

“Your... chest?” he tilts his head to the side in confusion. “My sweet girl, have you gone mad?”

“I-It’s small!” your hands clench at your sides, your bottom lip quivering as you refuse to face your husband. “Compared to the rest of the girls, I-”

Tengen presses his thumb against your lips and hums in contemplation.

“I see,” he hums. “There has been an oversight on my part.”

You’re about to ask what he means, and yet before you know it, Tengen’s grabbing you and hoisting you over his shoulder. You squeak, hitting him on the shoulder weakly, but he merely chuckles.

“I’ll just have to show how much I love you... in the most flamboyant manner possible.”

He doesn’t bother taking you home as he strolls to the abandoned warehouse, dropping you off on one of the crates. You squeak as you fall and tremble as he looms over you, a trademark smirk gracing his features.

“T-Tengen...” you whimper as he nuzzles the crook of your neck, his rough hands raking down your body. “We can’t... Not here... What if someone walks in?”

You gasp when his calloused hands slip under your clothes, kneading and caressing your chest. “All the better,” he grins. “Let the whole world know how much I love my wife.”

When his rough kisses trail down to your chest, you’re already a whimpering mess, cheeks impossibly red. He’s biting, nipping, licking, and sucking, content to just worship you like this for the rest of the evening. He loves how soft you become in his hold, pulling gingerly at his hair, soon turning into a blubbering mess from his undivided attention.

Ever since that evening, he’s become even more attentive towards you! He flaunts you around at every chance he gets, he buys you gifts like cute kimonos that suit your figure and gorgeous lingerie and compliments you every chance he gets. He’ll spoil you until you learn to love your chest as much as he does, and he loves it a lot. At least initially, when the two of you are intimate, he will be surprisingly gentle and romantic, as much as his disposition allows anyways.

When you grow a bit more confident, he’ll dress you in the most exquisite, lewd lingerie and have you face the mirror as he has his way with you. Even when you’re out in public, he’ll sneakily grope you and whisper something very inappropriate into your ear, making you turn beet-red. Overall, he sees it as his duty to remind you how much he loves you, and make sure you love yourself too!

All of the girls will make sure you grow more confident in your body, too! Whether your relationship is platonic or romantic, they care about you a lot, and they find you absolutely stunning. Suma is always there to nuzzle you, remarking how you’re so cute, so soft, so stunning; Makio will jump at anyone who ever compares you in an insensitive manner; whereas Hina will give you the most heartfelt compliments.

Overall, everyone in your family adores you so much, any kind of insecurities you have will be rooted out with love and care before you know it!

alpha!erasermic x pregnant!reader | ABO fluff

Request:  Hiya! i’m wondering if you can do an alpha! erasermic x pregnant! omega! reader? maybe when both alphas leave their lunch at home and she goes to bring it to them. the reader and both alphas collectively have custody of hitoshi and eri, and the reader is heavily pregnant. preferably a female reader please, and none of class 1-a have met her. this is my first time requesting stuff so i hope i did okay! 😅

You did wonderfully! I love writing cute fluffy stuff like this, and it’s my first time writing any kind of erasermic thing even though I love them so much, so hopefully I did okay! Idk where exactly this sits timeline-wise, don’t worry about it, it’s omegaverse and I can do what I want lol. I took this prompt and sort of RAN with it, too

*also Mirio has his quirk back in this because it’s fun, and the reader has kind of a dodgy past because i wanted to add a little SPICE*

Warnings: a/b/o, pregnancy, the implications of Aizawa’s scarf and all of its uses

You sighed, resting a hand on your swollen belly. “Those two…”

You had only just gotten Eri out of bed, and, upon heading into the kitchen to fix her some breakfast, you saw two lovingly-prepared bento boxes sitting on the counter. Shota and Hizashi must have forgotten them in their hurry to get to UA earlier that morning, and while you knew they could very easily grab something to eat in the cafeteria, you hated the thought of these meals going to waste.

Besides, your inner omega was a bit miffed that they hadn’t taken your home cooked food to work with them. Was Lunch Rush’s food so much better than yours that your alphas would rather eat at school? You refused to believe that, even if his quirk was cooking. There was no way that he could make your alphas a meal that could compare to the kind you always cooked for them, and maybe it was the pregnancy hormones making you extra bristly about it, but you were determined to march right on over to UA and bring them their proper lunches. 

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Rapunzel Final Part (6)

Summary: Y/N, an abandoned baby, was taken in by none other than the youngest Madrigal Triplet, Bruno… What would happen if the family found out her glowing hair?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Finale (6)

This will be take place during the events of the movie.

Pairings! Bruno x Daughter!F!Reader, Camilo x F!Reader

“Oh! My baby girl!” The woman said as Camilo held Y/N close preventing the woman to come close to her, “I’m sorry, señora but I can’t let you hold her.” Camilo said. Despite his injury, he still hold Y/N, protecting her. “What do you mean by I’m your daughter?” Y/N asked as the man who claimed to be her father approached the woman, “We thought you couldn’t survive from the magic of the flower.” The man said. “A flower?” Camilo asked curiously then Isabela stepped up, “The Sundrop Flower… It was said to be one of the rarest flowers to ever existed. It’s so rare that no one knows what it looks like… I can’t even know what it looks like so I can’t grow one.” Isabela said as Y/N’s gaze turned to the man and woman, “May I know your names..? If you really claim to be my parents.” She said as the couple nodded.

“Santiago is my name and this is my wife, Trina.” The man said as Trina spoke, “We moved to this town 15 years ago to a safe place…” Trina then explained on how she git pregnant of Y/N despite running away from the bandits. The Madrigals still find them suspicious, “And you were dying in my arms… We had no choice but to put you in that box…” Trina said as Y/N sighs. Her emotions lead her to the center of both families, “You believed that I was dying. So you placed me in that box where mi papá had found me… Why?” Y/N said as her anger boil. Dolores hold her brother close, helping him with injury. “What?” Santiago asked, “You said that I was dying… So your solution to that problem was to place me in that box?! You could’ve bring Tia Julieta to where I was or let her heal me!! But no! You abandoned your child in the cold night!” She shouted, causing both the Madrigals and her parents to step back. “I was a baby and that is what you did?! How selfish are you both going to be?!” Y/N shouted. Camilo gestured his sister to let him approach Y/N as Dolores obeyed.

“Mija, just come back! I want my child…” Trina said as she try and hug the girl when Camilo came by Y/N’s side. Y/N felt Camilo’s protective embrace, “No… I’m staying here… With my real familia..” She replied as Trina lashed out alongside her husband. “That is enough! My granddaughter has spoken, go long and away from here.” Alma said walking towards Camilo and Y/N’s side as the unwanted couple ran away from Encanto. Y/N then felt tears flowling down her face as she buried herself on Camilo’s shoulder, “Está bien, cálmate... You’re safe now…” Camilo cooed as he comforts her.

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Days went by, The miracle has been restored and the Madrigals are as lively as ever… Well except for Y/N. She still feels like something is missing… “Y/N, hey, the kids are looking for you.” Camilo called out the H/C girl as she looked over behind him to see the towns kids giggling. Y/N smirked, “Well! It just so happens that I forgot to brush my hair this morning! So would you—!” She said loudly making the girls come towards her side and hug her, “We can do it! We can do it!” They chanted as Y/N chuckled, “Alright pequeñas damas! Make my hair beautiful!” She said to the girls, who smiled and dragged her to a corner as they all started to braid Y/N’s long locks.

Camilo then played with the others and waited for Y/N and the girls to finish it. When they’re done, those little girls dragged Y/N to Camilo for approval, “Camilo! Camilo! Look what we did to Y/N’s hair!” Cecilia said as the boy turned his head towards her then to Y/N. His eyes widen and his cheeks flushed pink… Y/N looks so beautiful in q braid like that, “So? What do you think, hermoso?” Y/N said as she teased Camilo with a nickname that send him over the edge. Camilo blinks rapidly, “Y-You look… Uh… You… Wow..” Camilo stuttered as the girls tugged his hands. Camilo looked over to the girls and look over to Y/N, “Cami, they wanted to do your hair next. Sorry not sorry!” Y/N said as she watched Camilo being dragged off by the little girls.

After that, Y/N and Camilo came back to Casita because she found Camilo with a face full on washable markers, “How did…” Y/N giggled as she washes the markers on his face, “Okay okay! I think that’s enough, mi vida.” Camilo said stopping her hands as he gently gripped it. Y/N face turns red and Camilo smirked in victory, “Like what you see?” Camilo flirted as Y/N giggled, “Yes, I do..” She said and kissed Camilo’s cheek before she goes to the sink and wash the cloth that was used for removing the markers. Camilo then hugged Y/N from behind, “So… You got an answer to my confession?” Camilo curiously asked her as Y/N sigh, “What if… The town… Didn’t approve of us? What if they just neglect us?” Y/N said as she placed the cloth on the side and faced Camilo. He smiled sadly, he do admit he’s also worried about that… After all, the day that Y/N’s parents came to get her, his abuela called her ‘granddaughter’… What will the town say? “You know what… Forget what the town says… As long as we love each other, they will see it either way.” Camilo reassured Y/N, who just lowered her head. Camilo lifted her head with his fingers on her chin then leaned in for a kiss. Y/N kissed back as they moved it in a blissful moment. While they were kissing, they didn’t noticed that Dolores was watching… “Hm!” Y/N and Camilo let go of the kiss and looked behind them and saw Dolores with a huge grin… “I’m telling.” Dolores mumbled as she speed walks away. Uh oh…

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Dinner time rolled down and Y/N is sitting in front of Dolores, who couldn’t contain her grin. Y/N was staring at her as she eats… It wasn’t uncomfortable but for Y/N and Camilo, it was. Camilo was sitting next to his Tio Bruno, who was sitting next to Y/N. Both were keeping an eye on Dolores… Until… “Avocado?” Mirabel said holding up a bowl of avocado to Y/N’s face. Dolores took this opportunity to tell Isabela everything and now she’s growing red chrysanthemums on her head, “Isa, fix your hair…” Julieta said as she takes of one flower from her hair but another pops up. Camilo’s eyes widen as Y/N placed the avocado back down and worryingly looked at Camilo.

Then… “Iced tea?” Agustin said passing the iced tea in front of Camilo to Bruno and it so happens that Isabela told Julieta everything. Julieta’s eyes widen as she accidentally spilled her drink, “Oh! Lo siento…” Julieta said cleaning the drink. Alma just looked at the three girls and proceeds to talk about her day to Mirabel and Luisa. Y/N’s eyes widen as Camilo now is a sweating mess. Then Julieta told Pepa and immediately sprouted rainbows on her head. Camilo suddenly got a dejavu feeling like this happened before, “Pepa? You have rainbows?” Alma noticed to her daughter, “O-Oh it’s fine mamá! I’m fine…” Pepa said fighting the urge to make more rainbows. At this point Y/N looked down as is now worried… “Ha! I knew it!” Felíx said making everyone turn to him. Felix pointed yo Camilo and Y/N. Both wanted to turn into a puddle now…

“I can’t take this anymore! Dolores!“ Isabela said to her favorite cousin, who now let out a squeal, “Camilo kissed Y/N in the kitchen earlier today!” Dolores spilled the beans. Y/N hides her face on her hands as the family just got bewildered by the news. Bruno just sat there and eye the two 15 year olds beside him, “Is it true? Camilo?” Alma’s voice rings making everyone stop and turn to the shapeshifter. Camilo took a deep breath and stood up, “Yes, Abuela… I… I love Y/N.” Camilo said making Y/N turn into a red tomato. “She completes my life… I want to be by her side. To start a new journey with her.” Camilo said as he clenched his chest, “But Abuela… We’re scared.. Scared of what the public may think of us.” Camilo said worringly. Alma then turned her gaze to the girl in question, “Y/N? Do you feel the smae, corázon?” Alma said in the most gentlest manner possible. Y/N turned to Alma as she stood up, “I… I do, Abuela Alma… I love Camilo more than anything…” She said making Camilo blush the looked away from his familia’s stares, “I love his laugh… His personality… Everything.. You might even consider that I’m crazy for him.” Y/N chuckled making Camilo cover his blushing smile with his hands.

“But… Just like what he said… We’re scared… I’m scared of what would others think of us… Would they shut us out? Ignore us completely? It really scares me that I would be just someone close to him if that happens.” Y/N said lowering her head. Bruno then hold her hand then Camilo’s. “I think we know the answer to that, mamá.” Bruno said as Y/N and Camilo turned their heads to Bruno then to Alma. The old woman has a smile on her face, “We can’t change who we love… That is why I give you both my blessing.” Alma said as tears slowly falls down Y/N’s cheeks. Camilo got worried and went to her side, but the second he saw her smile, his gaze softened. He hugs her as those tears soaked Camilo’s ruana, “Thank you, Abuela.” Camilo said as the family cheered for the new relationship in the family.

With that, Camilo didn’t hesitate to show his love in front of the town. He would go to Y/N, who is doing healing with Julieta and kissed her cheek before going back to his chores like it didn’t happened, it drives Y/N crazy and he likes that. The town was confused but when Mirabel spread the word that Y/N and Camilo are now dating, they sigh in relief. Some are visibly confused, maybe it’s because they believe Y/N is blood related. So Y/N clearly explained everything to them. With no one making fun of them, the young couple just stayed in peace…

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“And that’s how your mamá and papá became a couple.” Bruno said as two little girls followed him to the kitchen where Julieta and Y/N are at, “So you add that before this…” Julieta explained to Y/N as the two little girls grabbed Y/N’s legs. Y/N felt the impact and giggled before looking down to see two sets of curly brown hair, “Lucía, Maya.” Y/N said as two girls with her eye color looked up to her, “Hola mamí!” Both girls said making Y/N giggle, went down to their levels and kissed thier foreheads. “They asked earlier how did you and Camilo became a couple.” Bruno said as Y/N smiled, “Do you know what’s even more shocking? Your papá being a lovesick puppy when I’m not around.” Y/N whispered to the girls’ ears as they laughed. “Hey, that’s not true.” Y/N’s husband’s voice said making the two 4 year olds turn around and saw Camilo, looking much like a 28 year old would look like, “Papá!” Lucía, the older twin, ran up to her father. Camilo picked up his little princess and went up to Y/N and his other daughter, “Me too, papí.” Maya, the younger twin, raised her hands up to Camilo, who accepted and lifted his other daughter up to his arms. “Are we heavy?” Lucía asked making Camilo chuckle, “It’s like holding two grapes.” He said as Y/N laughed.

“Camilo, play with your children out in the courtyard. Me and your wife are trying to make recipes for her cravings.” Julieta said to Camilo as Y/N rubbed her barely visible pregnant belly. Y/N is just 2 months pregnant and the twins’ ceremony is only a week away, “I’m sure those are goibg to be delicious for you and for this pequeño.” Camilo said placing his daughters down and hold Y/N’s belly. The twin girls place their hands on their mother’s belly, “It’s going to be a boy! ¡Chico!” Maya said as her sister disagrees, “No, a girl… ¡Chica!” Lucía insisted as Y/N laughed, “Well, whatever gender is your sibling… You will love them endlessly… ¿Está bien?” Y/N as the twin girls nod. Y/N kissed her husband before he got dragged away by the two princesas he has for daughters to play dress up. “I’m happy for you, mija… You found your happiness.” Bruno said as Y/N nodded, “You also found yours too… Be back with this familia.” Y/N said as she kissed Bruno’s cheek before going back to Julieta’s lesson.

From the baby that was abandoned in a box that night to a real Madrigal… If Bruno didn’t went on a stroll that night… He wouldn’t have ever been this happy… “No regrets.” Bruno said as he stare at the new Rapunzels of Encanto.

Fin.

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Oh my god that was a journey!

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