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gamerbearmira · 9 months

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Twins of Mischief au info

The twins have no chill whatsoever, they look cute from afar but they will colorfully blow up your house with paint.They are the definition of chaos.

I did the math wrong, by the time Miguel was born the triplets & casita were 41 years old.

Both of them are good at making bombs(not harmful), fireworks, toys, and elaborate pranks.If it’s DIY-able they can make it no sweat.

And seriously, who needs gifts when you can make cool inventions ALL the time?

They are the village's miscreants and the family’s chaos children.

They’re room is an amusement park, just to put that out there.

Here’s this photo for reference

Casita spoils them both, how could she not? They’re her babies. However, the rest of the family don’t like it, especially Alma. Not like she cares though. Casita is the youngest of her siblings, she’s meant to be the chaos sibling.

Bruno, Julieta, and Agustin don’t do much either. They are just glad that they’re kids are happy.

“Oh, what can you do? They’re just kids, let them have they’re fun” - Julieta

“Oh you know Mira, it’s fine” - Agustin

“Huh, Miguel blew up your shop with paint? Well…what did you do?” - Bruno

‘Alma, as long as no one is hurt I do not care what they do. Now leave me be’ - Casita

Both know how to fight pretty well, thanks to Hermano mayor Mariano.

Mirabel still likes to sew and play the accordion

Miguel likes to play the flute and paint.

They both know how to make amazing clothes/costumes though.

Tio Bruno is like a father figure to Miguel, and Casita couldn’t be more grateful that her brother stepped up to the task.

Whenever you see the two running around cackling and giggling YOU KNOW something is about to happen.

They are the BEST at parkour, no doubt about it. Tia/Mama Casi taught them everything they know.

Same relationship with Isabela in canon, Isabela’s stress is on 110 because she constantly has to constantly be perfect AND marry someone she doesn’t want to marry. Next to that, she has two people running around causing a muck without any sort of consequence whatsoever. In other words she has no freedom, but they do, and she’s upset about it.

Isa does see Miguel as a little brother, she doesn’t hate him, he’s just annoying and she’s stressed out.

Luisa is the same as in the movie. When it comes to Miguel she does see him as a little brother, though he doesn’t annoy her because he knows how stressed she is.

There’s also a rivalry between the twins and the older yellow siblings when it comes to Antonio. If you haven’t noticed, they aren’t the best influence and they already began to rub off on him by the time he was 3 (he made a glitter bomb and threw it into Isabela’s room). Not to mention that instead of calling the twins prima and primo he openly calls them hermana and hermano. Much to the older yellow siblings dismay.

And the twins calling him they’re triplet doesn’t make things better. The yellow siblings feel like they’re brother is slipping away from them. He isn’t but that’s just how they feel.

Now I have a few voice claims for Miguel

Kid miguel 6-8; Juaquin from the book of life (timestamp 0:22)

The Book of Life - The Medal of Everlasting Life given to Juaquin Scene - YouTube

Older Miguel 13-15; Miguel Cazarez Mora (Yes, I see the irony, but it fits and he’s my favorite actor)

FULL MIGUEL CAZAREZ MORA LIVE!!🤩 - YouTube

Camilo does still prank people but people always know when it’s a camilo prank or twin prank. Camilo’s pranks won’t leave you covered in paint that won’t wash out for over a week.

He also kind of feels like they took his signature thing away, which is pranking and acting. Since they were kids the twins always had “better” shows/storytelling, “funnier” jokes, and “better” pranks. And he thinks Antonio sees Miguel as a “cooler” brother figure. Antonio loves all his siblings equally but there are a lot of unspoken issues.

Now, the twins don’t just randomly prank the townspeople. If the twins are cool with you, there will be a paper mâché rose on your doorstep or pink party streamers hanging somewhere on your house. But if they have beef with you, you're getting harshly pranked, no warnings.

Speaking of party streamers, did I mention they are good at planning parties? They all take part in planning they’re friends' birthdays, quinceaneras, and quinceaneros. Not to mention they’re good DJ’s too. Think Nico and Pedro from Rio, they can keep a party going.

Bruno did have the vision of Mirabel’s ceremony but the vision tablet would change from the door fading to Miguel standing next to her in what looks like a ceremony door. So to avoid any confusion, he told Alma that “Mirabel is going to be a happy kid”

Alma was confused but took his word for it. Man did that woman cuss his ear off after the ceremony but he told her-

“Hey! I didn’t even know she wasn’t going to get a gift, all I saw was a smiling Mirabel, I thought that was a good enough indication. You can’t be mad at me if my visions aren’t clear”

Of course he was stuttering and fumbling through those words but he got it out.

Miguel likes to play soccer and help Julieta with cooking when he can.

Now I wouldn’t say the twins are completely happy, they are in a constant state of “I need to prove that I’m just as good as the others, who needs a gift? I don’t”

So yeah, that’s all I have for now, but I’ll think of more. The au kind of aligns with the movie but I'll try to expand it more. Thanks for reading!

BETTER THAN NOTHING RAHHHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅

Nah but. I kinda rock wit it, I ain’t gonna lie. Shiii ain’t least they’re. Hm. Yeah 🌚 ANYWAY YEAH. I think it’s cool. They’re kind of like wild cards, well rounded. You know, good at more than one thing, I think that’s nice. Sure, there are flaws and what not, but it’s all good 🫧🫧 Good luck on expanding, I think it can work out pretty well!

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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I highkey wanna know how the fight between Isabela and Katja went down.

It's not exaaaaaaaactly what you asked for but I couldn't stop writing, it turned into a whole One-shot so enjoy some feral (and guilt ridden as hell) Isabela.

Read it on AO3

Or under the cut!

Isabela lifts her hand so she can stare at her knuckles.

The red looks weird on her skin. It feels weird, too. Is blood supposed to be this cold? Isn’t it meant to be warm and sticky? It feels more like paint, reminds her of afternoons spent doing arts and crafts with Antonio and Tio Bruno. She expects to see some glitter in the red, some wayward scraps of paper, glue threatening to stick her fingers together.

But it’s not paint. It’s blood.

And it’s not her own either. Maybe that’s why it’s cold.

White noise has filled her ears ever since that one fateful sentence. The one that made her lose control, made her pull her arm back and spring it forward again with deadly precision. She didn’t hear the crunch of a nose breaking or the thump of a body hitting the ground or the high pitched scream of her victim. She only heard that horrible sentence on repeat, faster and faster, until it turned into static.

Even now, that static rises and falls, fluctuating with Katja’s screams.

Dios, that girl got lungs.

“Shut up.” Isabela says without any force, her voice toneless and disinterested. Completely void of emotion. All her fury, all her fear, all her guilt has gone into that punch. She is empty now. “It’s not that bad.”

“You broke my nose!”

Isabela keeps staring at her knuckles which are starting to hurt a little. She bends her fingers and turns her hand. She doesn’t think she’s ever had blood on her skin. Not her own. Not anyone else’s. It feels so weird.

Katja is still screeching and Isabela is starting to get a headache.

“Shut up!”, she repeats. Emotions fill her again. Finally. Feeling empty feels worse than the blood on her knuckles. “Shut up and get up! You shouldn't have said those things about Mirabel! You deserve this!”

Youdeservethisyoudeservethisyoudeservethis

Katja stumbles to her feet. The blood is flowing freely and her nose, once small and petite, looks grotesque. Isabela can see it turning blue beneath Katja's hand. “As if you haven’t talked just like me a few months ago! Don’t be all high and mighty now, Isabela Madrigal! You are no different!”

I deserve this.

Isabela clenches her fist and it feels so good when Katja takes a step back, when fear flashes through her eyes.

She feels so good.

She feels so empty.

Isabela doesn't know what she is supposed to do now. It's a weird limbo she finds herself caught in. The fight feels like it is over before it has even begun but Katja is still glaring at her, is still not backing down. Should she swing again? Should she walk away? Surely walking off is the only sensible choice here, but at the same time Isabela's blood keeps boiling beneath her skin. Her fingers tingle, her knuckles even more so.

Before Isabela can do something she'll regret even more, Luisa appears by her side. Somehow Isabela just knows that Dolores sent her. She expects to feel irritation at the unwanted surveillance but all that fills her is relief. Just Luisa's presence calms her down.

Luisa takes one look at Katja's nose and at Isabela's hand and quickly begins to steer her big sister away. “That’s enough, you two. Let’s go, Isa.”

“Hey! I demand an apology!”

Luisa stops and turns back to Katja. She tilts her head a little. “I am sorry for what happened here.”

Isabela grinds her teeth. Luisa has no business sounding so defeated. She has no business sounding so empty. That’s Isabela’s cross to bear.

She opens her mouth, but Luisa squeezes her shoulder.

Stay quiet. Stay out of it. You’ve done enough.

Isabela stays silent.

“Not from you! From her! No matter, I will go to Senora Madrigal with this! She needs to be punished.”

A stone settles in Isabela’s stomach. No matter how much things have changed, she will never not dread disappointing her Abuela. The thought of the woman looking at her with that pinched expression, a slight shake of her head as she tells Isabela 'I expected better of you' is enough to send ice through her veins.

Boiling blood no more.

Luisa stares at the other girl with an unreadable expression. After what feels like an eternity she reaches into her pocket and pulls out one of Mama’s cookies. She throws it at Katja with a carelessness that is very unlike her. The other girl is barely able to catch it in time. “If you do that, I will have to tell Abulea about the scratch on Isa’s cheek.” There is a scratch on her cheek? Isablea resists the urge to reach up and feel her skin. Everything feels very far away right now. “And I will have to tell my Mama what you said about Mirabel which might mean that this," she nods to the cookie in Katja's hand "is the last healing food you can expect for the foreseeable future.” Luisa straightens up so she towers over Katja and stares her straight in the eyes. “I’m sure none of that is necessary.”

Katja doesn’t say anything, but Isabela can see the defeat in her eyes. No one messes with the Madrigals. Luisa must see it too because she nods once and pulls Isa away towards home.

Isabela looks up at Luisa’s face, to thank her, to tell her that she could have managed on her own, she is not sure. But the look on Luisa’s face stops her in her tracks.

Her little sister looks frightened and heartbroken. She looks close to tears.

Luisa has always hated using her height to intimidate people, has always made it a point to appear as non threatening as possible.

By using her status as a Madrigal and her considerable height to keep Katja from running to Abuela she has gone against everything she stands for.

And it’s all Isabela’s fault.

She squeezes her bloody hand and tries to remind herself that she had no choice. Katja deserved this.

She deserved this!

You deserve this.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #isabela madrigal #Feral Isabela Madrigal #Let Isa be feral 2023 #luisa madrigal #Luisa madrigal is a good sister #Such a good sister #my pedro lives au #disney encanto #encanto prompts

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oh-no-a-whovian · 2 years

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Two more lonely people Part 18

NSFW 18+

Summary: “no matter what happens, I love you”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 25 and Bruno is 50) swearing, violence, blood, alcohol, death, injury, trauma, some smut, oral (f). any others let me know please.

Word count: 2828

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It’s hard to hide the fact that inside you’re freaking out. What if Evaline was telling the truth? She lied about other things, why wouldn’t she throw in a curveball and tell the truth. She’d do anything to get what she came for right?

“When will we know?” Alma asks, looking to you by the doorway as she rubs her son’s shoulders, trying to comfort him while he eats another of Julieta’s arepas. The bite wound is gone from his skin, no signs of scarring like what covers your arm, just some blood soaking into his shirt and some holes in the cloth.

You brought him back to casita, a bleeding dizzy mess, barely able to stand and everyone was already waiting for you. Julieta was already making food to heal both you and Bruno. Dolores had heard everything, your conversation with Bruno, the confrontation, the fight, right down to your limp as you supported Bruno’s weight all the way home.

His sisters and mother were horrified at the sight of the blood coating his clothes, still seeping from the wound. A storm cloud formed above Pepa’s head instantly, soaking her clothes and showing everyone how she feels. Julieta practically shoved an arepa in each of your mouths the moment you walked through the door, watching eagerly for the healing to work. Felix had ushered Antonio to his room so he couldn’t see the brutal sight and though their parents tried, they couldn’t get Mirabel or Camilo to go to their rooms.

“Umm, a month.” you sigh sliding your hand through your hair as you try to breath even, tears prickling your eyes. “He um… He won’t be able to shift until his first full moon. Nothing will change about him till then.” You tell them. The guilt inside you feels like it’s burning you up, destroying you on the inside. This is all your fault. His whole family is here, worrying for him and you feel like the cause of their distress. “I’m so fucking sorry. This is all my fault.” You sob.

“No, mi vida.” Bruno says, rising from his seat and pulling away from his mother to wrap you in his arms, finally strong enough to move again. “This isn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” He whispers as he kisses your temple, his chin scruff scratching your cheek. As much as you love him and want to believe him, you can’t stop. Your mind keeps trying to come up with ways you could have stopped Matt from biting Bruno and each time it deepens the belief that you failed him.

“What are you gonna do if she was telling the truth?” Camilo asks from his spot, sitting on the window frame.

“we’ll have to take precautions.” You sigh “maybe shifting in the tower, blockade the door… maybe even in the vision cave itself…”

“wh-what about y-you?” Bruno asks, trying to push through the anxiety rising in him. you can tell each time he thinks about the worst-case scenario ‘cause his heart rate picks up, his blood pressure rising each time.

“I will be with you” you cup his cheek, pressing your forehead to his “every step of the way.”

“at least I’ll be in good hands then... or paws” he smiles, the little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more prominent at his amusement.

“funny” you huff, giving him a small smile despite the negative thoughts in your mind.

“Tio Bruno” Mirabel says, trying to get her uncle’s attention. “Why don’t you use your ability? Look into the future and see what’s gonna happen?”

“I uh di-didn’t think of it, years of not using it I suppose. I’ll get right on that.” He tells her, fiddling with your fingers in his hand as he looks to the ground by his feet. You notice his heartbeat change a tiny bit; the lie obvious only to you. “I um... I wanna rest for a bit…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’ll do it later and tell you what I see at dinner.” Another lie. “we’ll be down later, just need to talk about a few things.”

You snatch the plate of arepas and wave goodbye to your friends as Bruno leads you out of the room, practically dragging you up the steps and onto the platform. He takes the plate from your hand the moment you reach his bedroom, placing it of the little table beside the door.

His hands are on your before you even have the chance to pout about wanting to eat the arepas. He pulls you tight to his body, his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. One of his hands slides down, squeezing your butt in a firm grip, and the other pressing the middle of your back, holding you to him.

You want to pull back and make sure he’s okay, this action unusual for him, but you also never want him to stop. His kiss is making to breathless, and his touch is making you wet, squeezing your butt and slowly pulling your skirts up as he tries to get his hand under them.

“Are you okay mi amor?” you ask, smiling but watching him with worry as he finally pulls back for a breath of air.

“Si, I just…” he smiles, staring at you with what you can only call love. His eyes seem to take in each of your features one by one, cementing them into his memories once more. “I need you. There are so many thoughts going through my head right now, I need something to ground me or at least distract me f-for a bit.”

“Oh well if that’s the case. Whatever you need” You grin leaning forward pressing your mouth back to his, the rush from before simmering just below the surface. You grip the edges of his ruana tight, running your tongue along the seam of his lips, begging for entry. He moans into your mouth as he lifts your thighs around his waist, pinning your back to the door. He sucks and nibbles on your tongue and lips, kissing his way along your jaw and down your neck to your collar bone, leaving you a breathless mess as he grinds into you.

He's not normally one to take control, usually a blushing moaning mess, pliable to your every wish. He loves having you in control.

He holds you tight, transferring you to the plush bed with a heavy puff of the duvet. He whispers apologies into your skin for being rough as pushes your skirts up, kissing his way up the inside of your thighs. His desperation sets a fire I your belly and you’re already soaking wet as he hooks his fingers in your underwear, dragging them down.

Threading your fingers through his salt and pepper curls, you gasp as his lips wrap around your clit. He teases you with the tip of his tongue, swirling tiny circles as his scruffy chin hair scratches lightly against your folds. As he teases you, the urge to hold him there and grind on his face rises in you, making you grip his hair tighter much to his delight.

You want him to keep control though, to see where he goes with it. you taught him what you enjoy in great detail, making him blush with each word of praise as he got it right. Clearly, he’s using a couple of those lessons as he spreads your folds with his slender fingers and laps his tongue through the moisture. His moans are muffled in your heat as he presses his tongue into you, his free hand gripping your thigh tight, holding you against his face. He's drinking you in like a man starved and desperate, sucking on the sensitive flesh till you’re moaning gibberish.

You’re an exhausted mess by the time he’s finished with you, taking what he needs after he’s pushed you through your first orgasm. He filled you with his cock, his face buried in your neck, pressing kisses to your skin. You came a second time with him inside you, your pussy gripping him tight as he spilled inside you, his mouth open and brow furrowed as he moaned into your skin.

You enjoyed every minute; you just hope he’ll tell you what’s wrong when he gets back from the bathroom.

~~~~~

Bruno’s POV

Part of him wanted this, he’d be lying if he said otherwise. He wanted to be like her, to see what she sees, to spend every full moon by her side. he wanted to feel it all and be exactly what she needs. And now he just might, but if what Evaline said is true, it’s gonna come at a massive price. Now he hopes that Julieta’s cooking worked.

With all the shock and stress of it his mind focused on one thing. If what Evaline was saying is true maybe the other part is too. If he is now like [Y/N], he can get her pregnant, make a child and a life with her. It made sense. Months of unprotected sex and not even a scare? The thought of her baring had driven him mad and the moment he had enough blood back in his veins he was hard, making him painfully aware how much that turned him on. He was silently hoping for months that maybe he hadn’t missed his chance.

It was like a hunger overcame him, desperate and greedy, and although she seemed concerned, she wasn’t complaining.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s on your mind now?” she asks when he finally stepped out from the bathroom. She’s laying on her side, her head propped up on her hand and her skirt riding high up her thigh. “And why you lied to your family about looking into the future?”

“I couldn’t help you… seeing that in the vision didn’t help.” He admits as he collapses beside her. The vision showed her angry with them, but it didn’t show him bleeding out beneath her or her fighting for their lives, for his life. All it did was create anxiety and, in the end, didn’t even help. “When you told me not to do a vision for you, you were right.” He’s not ready yet to tell her the other thing on his mind, that part of him wants a child with her.

“obviously” she smiles at him, cupping his cheek, scratching her fingers through his scruff. “That doesn’t mean that in certain circumstances it’s not useful.”

“You think I should look?” he asks. He feels exhausted, can practically feel the familiar bags under his eyes, so he’s not even sure he actually has the strength to do a vision.

“it’s entirely up to you, mi amor. I’m not gonna tell you when you should or shouldn’t use your gift” fuck he loves her. There are times where he just can’t wrap his head around it. How’d he become the one blessed with her love and affection. No matter what his decision, she’ll be with him.

“I won’t. I want to live the rest of this month free of the burden the next full moon may bring.”

“Fine by me” she smiles, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

~~~~~

Dolores’s POV

Dolores heard her friend leave casita again a few hours after the attack by the river and has been keeping an ear on her since. [Y/N] called out saying she was heading to check on her mother, making sure Dolores knew where she was going. She listened as her friend walked all the way to her home by the market.

It’s always made her smile whenever [Y/N] would do that, telling her something even when she’s on the other side of town. whenever she needed comfort or a distraction from the sounds she didn’t want to hear, she focused on her friend or Mariano. Hearing them out there, living their lives, eases her mind and brings her peace.

‘I’m leaving you and we’re leaving Encanto’ Dolores hears Evaline say, a ruffling sound of clothes being hastily shoved into a suitcase accompanying her voice.

‘wha? Yo-you’re leaving me?’ [Y/N]’s father Liam slurs, already drunk even though it’s barely passed two pm. ‘why?! Evaline, you will fucking explain yourself now!’ he shouts as he grabs a hold of his wife’s arms, making Dolores jump.

‘Something happened…’ she sobs ‘we can’t be together… I can’t it’s too much!’ she cries.

‘Tell me woman!’

‘Your… Your daughter bit us… me and Matty…’ she lies, crying crocodile tears. Dolores’ heart pounds at the thought of what this woman saying, spinning a tale to manipulate. What will she gain from telling such falsehoods? ‘I tried to hide it from you… bu-but when I asked her why… she said she wants to ruin your life for what you did’ The man is silent, but Dolores can hear his feet stumble back in shock. ‘She hates you so much and she wouldn’t even tell me why… what are you doing?’

‘What I should have when she was a child.’ The man practically growls, slamming a door and stomping along the wooden floor. ‘Killing the bitch’

Dolores is on her feet in a flash, racing from her room and into Isabela’s, not even knocking before barging in.

“Isa! You need to get into town now!”

“What? why?” her cousin asks, turning away from her statue made of carnivorous plants.

“[Y/N’s dad is going to kill her.”

~~~~~

[Y/N]’s POV

You hum as you fold the laundry and place it all in the basket, pulling each piece one by one from the line to take in. Your mother had to pop to the market before they pack up, having forgotten something when she went earlier. You’re always happy to help her when she needs it.

Sudden pain erupts in your skull as you’re knocked to the ground. Your vision is blurry, and you can’t think straight as you try to focus on the person standing over you, what kinda looks like a thick branch in their hand.

“You really hated me this much?” your father angry voice meets your ear as you try to shake away the disorientation. “I never thought you the type to be cruel.” He growls.

“I d… I don’t know what you’re ta-talking about.” You try to say, slurring and stuttering, unable to form coherent thoughts.

“You think you can lie to me now you little bitch?” he shouts, grabbing the front of your dress and slapping you across the face. “I knew you were a monster the moment you turned the first time.” He sneers.

“I didn’t do anything!” you cry, trying to push him away to no avail. The impact to your head was too strong.

“You turned Evaline and Matt to hurt me!”

“I didn’t” you try to shake your head only to make your mind spin more. “She was werewolf before I was even b-born. He was born a werewolf…”

“Stop lying!” he screams, dropping you with a thud as he looks around the small yard. His eyes focus on an object by the wall and his wrathful frown turns into a sadistic grin as he steps over to it. he lifts it with emphasise, staring up at the three prongs on the end with bloodlust in his eyes.

“No. please” you beg, trying to pull yourself away from him. once again, you’re seeing the monster you thought you’d escaped, the same scent of alcohol wafting around him. “I didn’t”

“This town, hell this world would be better off without a monster like you in it” he stalks toward you, the pitchfork tight in his anger filled grip. “I’m doing everyone a favour” he snarls, pointing the prongs down at you and holding it high above his head. “I should have done this years ago”

You see the flash in his eyes as he’s about to force the weapon down into you. The look of pure hatred. You close your eyes and wait for the pain, but it never comes.

Your eyes blink open to see shock on his face, his grip around the pitchfork loosening. Blood seeps into his shirt around a sharp vine speared through his chest, getting longer and longer as it’s forced through his body.

You glance to the back door of your home to see Isabela, her eyes wide with horror and her hand up as she controls the vine killing your father. As soon as she releases it, sending it back into the earth, the man collapses to the ground beside you. The monster that has haunted your dreams for years is finally dead.

“Isa” you whisper as she races to your side, lifting you into her lap and holding you close as she cries into your hair.

“it’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” she mumbles in your hair over and over. “Mi mama is coming, everyone is coming”

A/N: for the person who thought her dad would be pissed about being manipulated. Didn’t remember all of Bruno’s visions, eh? Two more chapters! We’re almost done! Remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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isabelasflowersblog · 2 years

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I can't do this anymore

Everyone knows about Mirabel's failed gift ceremony, nine years have passed but they are still calling the poor 14 year old girl a disappointment. The most adored Madrigal children of all was Isabela. Since 11 years old, the age she was during Mirabel's failed gift ceremony, the perfect golden child. Now, she 20 years old, a beautiful, graceful, fair young adult who will bring a lot of blessings to the family. People in town still can't believe Isabela is sisters with Mirabel. They have been hating each other for as long as they can remember. They may come from the same parents, but they fight like two rivals at school. Isabela though, does not hate Mirabel. Abuela Alma pressured Isabela to be the perfect woman she is now but Isabela secretly hated it. She is always seen flawless, growing so many beautiful flowers and she had the life a lot of people wanted. So much more that she is dating one of the most handsome men in town which is Mariano Guzman. Girls in town love him, even Isabela's cousin, Dolores. Isabela does not like Mariano. She only wants to be good friends with him and she wants him to be with Dolores instead. She feels so bad taking the man that her first and only female cousin loves. No one knows the struggle she is going through because people only loves to see how perfect she is. Her life in the inside was the worst. Her youngest sister truly hated her and every of her actions. She wanted a good relationship with her. She hates everything she is going through that sometimes she wants to run away like what her Tio Bruno did. So she tried one attempt one night.

"I'm sorry, but I need to run away, so I could have a better life. I can't do this anymore" Isabela says to herself. Now, she goes out of her room quietly and goes downstairs softly. So far, so good, she felt like she will start a new life. But, she was caught by her mother Julieta. She saw Isabela about to open the door and walk away as she came from the kitchen to get some water. "Isa, what are you doing?" Her mother asked. "Nothing, mama, I just wanted to get some fresh air" Isabela said. " Mija, you are the worst liar out of all your sisters, we are the same, I am also the worst liar out of my siblings so I know if you are lying. Now tell me, what is wrong?" Julieta worriedly said. Isabela breaks down in tears. "Mama, I can't do this anymore! I hate being perfect, I hate the fact I should hate Mirabel just because she has no gift. Believe me, I love Mirabel, she is talent in art. I know she has no gift but she is so special in her own way. She hates me truly. I just wanted to the best sister Mirabel and Luisa deserves. I want to tell Abuela that I don't like doing tis but I don't want to lose her trust. I am afraid. So that is why I am trying to run away like what Tio Bruno did. I want to live a different life. Don't get me started with my relationship with Mariano. He is a nice guy, but Dolores loves him and I only like him as a friend. My life is just so different from what I wanted" Isabela says as Julieta pulls her in a hug. Those words Isabela said added a huge wound on Julieta's heart. She did not know that her daughter was going through that. She does not want her daughter to run away like her brother did. "Mi vida, I understand you are going through this but running away? that is not a solution. I already miss your Tio Bruno. I don't want to lose my daughter too. There are also a lot of things I want to say to your Abuela. But I am also afraid to lose her trust too. Let us just keep this act for a little while more okay? because I believe a miracle will come and will free all of us from this burden. Can you still do it?" Julieta told Isabela. "If you say that a miracle will come, then I can keep this for a little while more." Isabela said, still embracing her mother. "Okay, maybe let us keep doing this until Antonio's gift ceremony. Since Pepa has been so excited about it and we don't want to disappoint her, right? Can you do it?" Julieta asked. "I can still do it until his ceremony. I can still handle it." Isabela said. " Amor, is something wrong here?" Agustín asked. "Yeah, Isabela almost wanted to run away but it is a good thing I saw her." Julieta said. "Why?" He asked " I hate being perfect papa, I love Mirabel and I don't want to date Mariano so I wanted to run away to live a different life." Isabela told her father. " Oh, I did not know about that. I know hope will come to us soon. So let's just keep this up first and let this be our little secret. Okay?" Both Julieta and Isabela nodded. "Now, you need to go to your room now and have a good night sleep. Okay?" He said to Isabela. "Good night mama and papa!" Isabela said. "Good night to you as well mi amor" Julieta said.

In Julieta's room, just getting ready for bed, she thinking about a lot of things, all of her daughters are suffering a lot of because of her own mother. "Mi amor, am I being a good mother to our daughters?" Julieta asked her husband. "Of course you are, what made say you are not?" Agustín said. "It's just that after realizing what happened to Isabela today, ALL of our daughters are suffering Agustín! ALL OF THEM and it is all because of this miracle. It was supposed to be a blessing for the family. Now mama is using it to separate all of us here. Did you see Mirabel and Isabela's relationship? it is not supposed to be a rivalry between sisters. I know fights are normal between sisters even Pepa and I fights sometimes but we have a good relationship. The miracle was made from family love. Now, our daughters are suffering because mama wanted to make a better life but did not ask if they were okay with it. You already saw the impact the miracle had, Bruno left the family because all mama and the whole town expects the worst from him in every vision he makes. Who knew what that last vision of his was. He probably had no time in understanding what the vision truly is. Why? because everyone only sees him as a total piece of bad luck because of the gift he was given. Don't get me started on Pepa, she constantly reminding her of the clouds she makes without even calming her down like what a real mother should do. Or you, she never approved of our relationship. Why? because she wanted someone better for me because she thinks you are only using me for my gift. Why? because she wanted the best father for the next generation of the Madrigals to bring more and more blessings to this family. She won't even ask any of us how we are really feeling with all of this. I really feel like a bad mother, and sister because of all this." Julieta said while tearing up. "Mi amor, you are the best mother our daughters could want and the best sister Pepa and Bruno could ever want. Don't let any of this think it's your fault." Agustín said. "If I knew what Bruno was doing that night, I could have convinced him that it is never an answer. What if I did not catch Isabela running away, losing a brother is already too much for me, how much more if I also lost a daughter because of all this pressure?" Julieta said. "Don't let it all get it to you mi vida, like what you said, a miracle will all come soon to save us all from this pain. so let this be our little secret until Antonio's gift ceremony so after that, Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel can tell Abuela about all this pain and you can do the same." He told his wife.

~THE END~

So much pain in this! This is really a big headcannon of mine that the cool colored family had kept their burden and pressure as a secret because they can't do it anymore and did not want anyone to worry about them. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you love this!

#encanto #disney #julieta madrigal #madrigal family #agustin madrigal #isabela madrigal

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droppingdonkeys · 2 years

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Dolores sends a letter. 5/?

transscript under the cut. content warning for war.

Dear prima,

At this moment, pá and mamí are packing suitcases. They leave tonight. Antonio and Camilo too. They are going to try their luck at the coast, find jobs there and hopefully wait out the worst of the fighting. Abuela and tio Bruno are staying with your parents and sisters. Isabela does not want to leave her flowershop just yet. Luisa, they are already drafting men in two villages over. Abuela says it is a matter of days before they will start drafting here as well.

I wanted to share this with you, so you will understand when no letters from mami or me come for a while. That being said. Mariano and I are going to cross the mountains tomorrow.

Luisa, I have some good news to share with you, too. Mariano and I are expecting a child! It is why we want to go now, before I get round like a bunuelo and harder to move like a stubborn donkey - but you know what that is like. We miss you at the casa! The farmhands coming in to do your work are saying it is too much to do in one day. Did Abuela really overwork you? You must have told us, sweet prima. You are not alone, not here and especially not over there in London. I bet the boys there are figuring you out, before they are aiming to court you. Do not worry. You are a prize in your own right! Just utter some Spanish words and they will think you a mysterious beauty from afar.

Muchos besos! I hope I will be able to write you, soon.

Love from your big prima Dolores

#Bridgerton AU

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bwall-7204 · 2 years

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Encanto Headcannons #14

* Camilo and Isabela will aggressively fight over what they think will happen next in Bruno’s telenovelas

* Antonio is very clingy when it comes to Bruno making his tio pick him up at any and every opportunity

* Luisa is actually very competitive but ignorantly so where her siblings and cousins will trick her into competitions where she ends up taking care of herself. “I BET I CAN FINISH THIS BOOK BEFORE YOU!” “YOUR ON!” or “I BET YOU CANT CHUG THAT WHOLE BOTTLE OF WATER!” “WATCH ME!”

* During the summer the whole family will take one day a week to hangout and swim in the river

* Antonio becomes best friends with that coffee kid, much to the families dismay. Pepa worries about there friendship due to the kids over hyper ness. Little does Pepa know he enjoys his hyper company reminding him of his mom and siblings

* Bruno is a really good baker. He can’t cook for shit but Julieta and Pepa’s wedding cakes were both baked by him

* Agustin will buy small things for his daughters when he spots something while shopping. Usually buying Mirabel sewing supplies, Isabela painting supplies, and Luisa cute earrings or a small stuffie

* Camilo has tried to trick Mariano into thinking he’s Dolores (he’s shape shifted as Dolores) Mariano realizes every time acting extra lovey dovey to make Camilo panic into changing back

* Camilo has threatened Mariano about treating his sister right, making sure he’s not just there for a rebound

* Julieta and Luisa are early risers. They sit and watch the sun rise a bit more in the sky while drinking coffee

* Luisa’s designated bedtime is at 10, but she’s always to busy to ever get to sleep at that time

* Isabela has more than once stayed up till the early hours of the morning when working on an art project

* Bruno sometimes purposefully waits downstairs at the dinner table, waiting for Camilo to come get his midnight snack. They’ve both been yelled at for waking everyone up due to Camilos highpitched scream

* Antonio try’s to sneak food into his room for his animals, Pepa or Felix catching him every time. He gets better at it with age

* Once Bruno returns Isabela and Dolores give him a long and much needed hair washing. Luisa braiding it up after the fact

* While Mirabel was making new clothes for Bruno the whole family was fighting on which color coded side he’d be on. Mirabel ignoring all of them sticking with green and maroon

* Luisa says that she’s a tea expert. She actually hates tea

* Camilo steals Isabela’s eyeliner

* When Dolores was little and she would become overwhelmed with all the noise she would have fits where she would hit her head. Her parents, aunts, uncles, and even Isabela would go and cover her ears until she stopped

* Some days Camilo will come over to a family member and just stand there till they notice and question him. He’ll open up his arms slightly. Each family member knows right away to just hug him till he lets go

* Luisa will sometimes just carry him around while she does chores during these moments. She’ll do the same when she babysits a sleeping Antonio

* Bruno wasn’t super thrilled when he first opened the door to his room. All the stairs looked tiring. At least he could make sand castles

* Anytime Bruno was bullied his sisters would be right there to defend and beat the shit out of whoever it was.

* Anyone who touched the Madrigal sisters though, Bruno never hesitated to kick them in the stomach

* Julieta always healed them up right after so Abuela would never know

* Bruno is always protective over his sisters and didn’t like most guys they dated or warded them off with his presence. Agustin was just clueless and Felix was way to friendly

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onlybeeewrites · 2 years

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May I request an angst prompt If its okay.

Where Bruno learned that his beloved has died (they died when they were still away) which he only learned when he came back after casita is destroyed? QwQ

Sorry! if my english is confusing

Sure, love! Sorry, these got out so late!

Too Late

A/N: Hey! So sorry these got out so late! These are also going to be a bit shorter than usual :,) I've been very busy with classes and burnout so hopefully, these are good!

requested by: @mit-suri

Paring: Bruno x reader

Warnings: major character death

Bruno put his bucket onto his head before bursting out of the side of the house, his rats within his poncho. Casita was crumbling, and he finally had to leave the walls that had been home to him for the last ten years.

The same walls that separated him from his beloved, y/n. How he missed them with every fiber of his being. He listened through the walls about how his family spoke about them, praising them. How they were a savior for being with Bruno for so long, for staying around even after he disappeared.

Bruno had realized that once he stumbled into the brush, he was finally able to see his love again. To hold them in his arms, to kiss them. His heart fluttered at the thought of reuniting with his love after so long.

Though he knew that it would be difficult and that it would take time to fix, Bruno was ready. He was prepared to face the consequences, to put in the work to make everything better. But first, he had to fix the first problem, with Mirabel and Abuela.

Bruno raced off towards the river and by the time he had gotten there it felt like he was missing a whole part of the story. Then they made their way home. Bruno's heart raced at the idea- the thought of seeing y/n again.

After they arrived, and he did his apologies, he looked around excited. He waited for you to jump in his arms, or to hit him across the face. To kiss him. To yell at him. To do something.

But the longer he waited, the more he grew worried. He spun in place as he looked around for them. Where were they? Were they hurt during casita falling?

Isabela noticed the look on her Tio's face and the realization hit her. Turning to her mom, she whispered into her ear. Julieta's face morphed into surprise before sadness, "We'll take care of it," she reassured her oldest, before looking to Bruno.

Bruno looked around a bit more before looking at Julieta, "Where is Y/N? I thought they would be here," he said with a chuckle, trying his best to hide his anxiety. Had they left? No...they wouldn't do that. But why did Julieta look like that?

The whole family's mood shifted at the mention of y/n...what had happened.

"Bruno...they.." Julieta tried to get the words out but it was difficult. Augustin came to Bruno's other side, "Let's show him." he offered before Julieta nodded.

"What? Show me what?" Bruno asked, looking between his siblings in confusion.

"Just look, Bruno," Pepa said, as the family moved together to behind the house, underneath a beautiful tree that overlooked the Encanto. A headstone laid, with y/n's favorite flowers.

Bruno shook his head as they got closer and closer. No....no this couldn't...then he saw it. Your name. Written in the headstone. He instantly fell to his knees, sobs wracking his body as his sister's comforted him. "How..?" he barely managed to get out.

"They had caught something. They got sick and it just got worse and worse each day. No matter what we tried to do to help. I couldn't heal them.." Julieta explained, with tears of her own.

Y/N had gotten sick five years after Bruno had left. They tried everything to get them better, but nothing worked. It was like their body just gave up on trying. y/n quickly lost the fight to get better and got weaker each day. After months of suffering, they passed away in their sleep.

The loss was difficult on the whole family, looking to y/n as their own. Even after all those years, they were still suffering. Even now as they broke the news to Bruno, who was shaking.

He couldn't believe it. They had been sick? Gone for years? How did he not know?

That's when he felt it. The faint warmth of y/n's touch on his shoulder, and a faint kiss on his cheek.

It's not your fault amor. I'm at peace with your father. And I will always be with you. Take your time, my love. I will see you on the other side.

Your voice rand through his mind as he looked to y/n's headstone, a small sense of peace coming over him. "Forgive me..." he mumbled.

It would be difficult to deal with the loss of their beloved y/n. But like most things it would just take time, they were never truly gone. He could feel their love surrounding him. And at that moment, even overwhelmed with grief, he knew everything would be okay.

#bruno x reader #bruno imagine #bruno madrigal #encanto #onlybeeewrites #encanto imagine #disney imagine #reader insert #x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #encanto bruno #tio bruno #madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno fic

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gloomymuffin · 2 years

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Carlos Madrigal x Reader

A/N: pain. Again. Except for this one isn't as painful as my last one. Anyways I'm in pain, also my friend is down bad for a slime.

Pronouns: they/them

Warning/s: none

Summary: Part 2 of False Confession

→False Confession

Ever since Carlos told you his false confession you've been silent. The town was worried for you.

You used to ray sunshine, Dance with people, Paint the walls with artworks, and more. For short, You were full of life.

Now you were mostly silent. You would only speak when spoken to.

Camilo noticed this and decided to confront you.

"Y/N?" He appeared from behind you, "What is it, Madrigal?" You asked with a slightly bitter tone. "Woah, " Madrigal"? You used to call me "'Milo" or "shapeshifter boy"

You didn't want to be mean to him, really, But his face is just similar to Carlos. They are twins after all.

You continued to walk but Camilo was following you and trying to have a conversation with you, Just like the good old times before you changed.

Days go by and Camilo followed you almost everywhere like a lost dog.

You know he just wanted to know that you're alright because unlike his twin he still cares. Speaking of his twin, Carlos still hasn't changed. He's still some jerk that gets into street fights.

You hated the thought of him. You hated everything about him.

|• • •

You and Camilo started hanging out more frequently, Just like before. You started to play with the children too. You missed this feeling, joy.

Camilo and the kids had a surprise for you, Camilo was behind you covering your eyes as Cecilia held your hand pulling to who knows where.

After a few minutes of non-sense giggling and walking, you all stopped. Camilo moved his hands away from your eyes.

When you opened them and you see your house's wall with a painting of you, The Madrigals, and the rest of the villagers.

You were going to tear up, "Awwww"

Camilo gave you an embrace and so did the youngsters.

Ya'll are so :((((((/pos

Carlos watched from afar, 'tsk. A painting? Pathetic' he thought to himself

But the way you smile...wait what? No, no, no.

And the way you laugh- NO CARLOS DON'T

He felt butterflies in his stomach, 'What the, Why do I feel funny?-'

|• • •

After a few more weeks you were you again, Full of life! Pepa and Felix were proud of their son for making you happy again.

You and Camilo we're like two peas in a pod!

...

And then there's Carlos.

How do I say this? Well, He's been trying to catch your attention, flirting with you, and more.

You obviously won't fall for it. It's probably one of his tricks anyway.

|• • •

Today, Dolores and Camilo invited you to dinner tonight.

You walked in the Casita and you see him.

Carlos approached you, "Y/N" he spoke, You scoffed. "What do you want.", " Listen, I'm sorry for lying to you-", "You better be."

You were going to the dining area but he blocked you. You were frustrated, "What is your problem?!"

"Y/N? Carlos?" Pepa looked at you two, "Oh, Doña Pepa! We were just about to go there" you smiled, "We'll what are you two waiting for? Come on, come in!"

|• • •

You sat with the Madrigals and the Guzman's on the table. Mariano's mother was Talking to Abuela Alma about his proposal to Isabella.

"Y/N, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Carlos whispered You scoffed again, "Yeah right, Tricking me and leaving me pathetically crying was a mistake." You whispered back.

All Carlos could think of was his Tio Bruno's vision. Just like his sister, The person of his dreams would be betrothed to another.

You looked at Dolores, Wow. She looks paranoid. You looked at Mirabel, she also looked paranoid. What the-

"Avocado?" Mariano offered Mirabel but Mirabel denied this. She moved the bowl away from her face.

You looked at Dolores and she was whispering something to Camilo that made him shapeshift into Bruno and Mirabel.

What does it mean though?

"Camilo! Fix your face" Said, Felix

Camilo whispered something to Felix that made him spit his water to Mariano's mother. Oh, dear.

"Mirabel?" Abuela called her, "Eh?-", " The cream, Please", "Pa? The cream"

Oh, come on. Even Senior Agustin looks nervous. He passed the cream to Mirabel and she passed it to Isabella.

Felix whispered to his wife and it made her form a storm in the room, "Pepa, Your cloud"

Pepa finger-combed her hair in an attempt to calm herself, "Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies..."

What is happening in this family?

Carlos whispered, "We should get out of here", " Shut up."

The two of you went outside anyways. "Alright."

"Y/N, I am genuinely sorry. Please, Forgive me. I love you-", You cut him off, " Are you kidding me? It's been a month since your prank and you're doing it again? WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO MUCH?!"

He kept silent, He didn't know you could raise your voice at someone. Do you hate him so much?.

Felix, Camilo, and Dolores watched the two of you fight.

"Starting from this day I do not want to hear anything from you and I will never give you closure."

And you did.

Tagging: @justanothercamilofan @usernameunavailable @camilolovesroxiie @itsmesmileyface @tigreost @patient-steadfast-steady @try-cry-why-try @luv4camilo @froggydobegaytho

@carlossnovia

#carlos Madrigal #Carlos Madrigal x Reader #Camilo Madrigal #camilo madrigal x reader #encanto #encanto fanfic

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heretohelptheidiots · 2 years

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Just braiding Luisa’s hair sleepily 😌😌💕

I normally wouldn’t do a duplicate, but I need this, so let’s go.

Luisa flopped down on the bed, head and shoulders coming to rest in your lap as you read.

“Mi Vida?” You asked, peering over the top of your book. Her hair was a mess with twigs poking out, some of which were sticking in your leg.

“Amor.” She replied, eyes closed, a single eyelid twitching.

“I take it your mamá and Tia are still going at it?” You asked, petting her forehead, putting your book to the side. Luisa groaned.

“I wouldn’t mind, but the gathering donkeys in a hurricane is getting taxing as hell. Not to mention I’m the only person who can be out in the wind. And all of the town elders need help with gathering water, and getting supplies, and..ugh!”

“You brought a little bit of the storm home.” You said gently pulling on a twig. She sighed and went to sit up, only to feel your hands applying pressure to her shoulders. You placed a couple gentle kisses on her neck. “Let me take care of you.” You whispered in her ear. She looked over at your face and took a deep breath.

“Okay.” She said softly. You pulled loose her hair ribbon, gently, and began the painstaking process of unraveling the twigs from her curls.

“So what started this little spat? I haven’t heard the particulars.” You admitted, unwrapping a lock of hair from two of the twigs.

“It’s so stupid!” She gestured aggressively at the ceiling. “It’s all over that damn wedding cake.”

“The one for Dolores?” You asked, successfully pulling loose a twig. You kissed her hairline and set to work on the second.

“Yes! Mamá said that she should probably do it since she’s had the most practice cooking, but Tia Pepa said that she aught to because she’s the mother of the bride.” You moved your hands as Luisa moved her head, carefully not to pull.

“Sooo, working together didn’t come up as an option?” You laid another twig to the side.

“By the time Tio Bruno suggested it, they were already mad at each other. No, Tia though mamá meant that she couldn’t cook, and mamá thought she was saying that she wasn’t good enough to make Dolores’s cake.” The last twig came free.

“What does Dolores think?” Heavy sigh from Luisa.

“She’s just hopping that it will all blow over.”

“Meanwhile, you get to clean up the mess.” You supplied, massaging her scalp gently.

“It’s not that bad, Mi Vida.” She argued, you picked up her arm, gesturing at a bruise just above her wrist.

“You don’t bruise easy angel.” Your tone was level, but there was a glint in your eyes. She looked into your eyes, pulling her arm from your hand and running her fingers over your cheekbones.

“They’re starting to calm down, probably tomorrow it’ll barely be a drizzle.” She soothed. You didn’t respond to that directly, put you did grab the hair brush from the bedside table and start smoothing it over her hair.

“It had better be.” You finally said. “I don’t want to pick a fight with them, but I will if they don’t get their acts together.” Luisa smiled.

“I love it when you’re feisty.” Her hand went to the back of your neck, guiding you down into a kiss.

“And I adore you.” You straighten slightly, finishing the brushing, and parting her hair down the middle. Starting on the right, you began to braid from the edger of her hairline to the tips of her hair, humming as you went. You tied it off with a smaller ribbon and let it sit for a moment. “Too tight?”

“No, feels good.” She murmured, her eyes closed and her breathing steady.

“Good.” You said simply before staring on the other side. As you tied that braid off, you whispered her name. There was no response, and you smiled, gently lifting her off of you so you could stretch out next to her. She rolled in her sleep, sensing you next to her, putting an arm around your back, snuggling you close.

“Oh I am so picking a fight tomorrow.” You murmured decisively as you dozed off.

#encanto fluff #encanto #disney encanto #luisa/reader #luisaxreader #luisa madrigal #fanfic #reader insert

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justxie · 2 years

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•|| No miracle can save you

Chapter one.

Summary: One normal and happy day in the Encanto, everything was going smoothly until an injured man appeared in the calm streets of Encanto. He seemed badly hurt so the townspeople wanted to help them. Surely nothing can go wrong about this, correct?

Pairings: Mariano x Dolores, gn Reader x Bruno Madrigal

Warnings⚠️: MAJOR character death, blood, escaping, swearing and suggestive themes.

✨

It was a beautiful day today.

It was a beautiful sunny day in the happy streets of Encanto.

Pepa must have been extremely happy that one day.

You were Julieta and Pepa’s best friend. Oh, and Bruno’s s/o, too. You remember, five years ago after the miracle was restored. It had been quite the news, may I say, that the Madrigals’ gifts had disappeared. A lot had happened during that week.

A horrible dispute between Abuela Alma and her Granddaughter, little Mirabel had ocurred, causing the whole Casita to crumble down. What no one was expecting (Aside from the mentioned above), Bruno had returned. But who’s Bruno? Bruno Madrigal, the man who messed your future up, the man that by just capturing a glimpse of his eyes and making him speak, your future would be full of horrible things.

Or at least, that’s what everyone said when asked about Bruno.

You had volunteered to help rebuild Casita alongside the rest of the Encanto. You had a good relationship with the Madrigals. You ran a small but very loved bakery. Something you liked doing was delivering baked goods to the Madrigals as a way to thank them for their constant help.

You were known around the Encanto as a kind being. Not to the extreme of being known as an “Angel”, but you were a respected civilian. To put it simple, the townspeople respected and liked you. You knew how to manage yourself and when to stand up for someone and yourself. You knew when to stop being kind and you knew how to act when the situation requires it.

Your first encounter with Bruno went better than what you had expected.

You were helping the man with painting one of the walls of Casita. Even though both of you were quite nervous to talk to each other at first, you because you were in front of the victim of the townspeople’s horrible gossip and Bruno because he was afraid about what you thought about him. Luckily for the both of you, you managed to engange in a friendly conversation about everyday stuff. You became from acquaintances to friends, friends to awkward crushes, awkward crushes to courting each other and finally ended up being a happy couple for four years.

Back to present day, you were currently delivering some cupcakes and freshly baked cookies and cakes for a nice tea party with Isabela. Tomorrow was her birthday, and it wasn’t a secret to anyone that she loved you most out of her Tio and Tia. You were the first person she would go to when she was having a problem, wanted help with decorating something full of plants or just wanted to spend time with you. Your objective was to organize a nice tea party with her sisters, Antonio and Dolores, maybe if Isa wanted Pepa, Alma and Julieta could come to. The only reason Camilo wasn’t invited was because of a little fight they had had over two days ago Isa was still petty over, and she had yet to ask Bruno, something you would do later.

You encountered Mirabel while on your trip to the Casita, stopping a while to give her a hug.

— Oh, ¡Mi angelita Mirabel! ¿How’s everything going, mi querida Mirabel?

— ¡Jaja, Buenos Días Tía Y/N/N! Everything’s going fine, I was just on my way to deliver Señora Olivia a newly sewed dress she commissioned me with. Apparently she’s having an important date with some guy around town.

Mirabel decided to gossip about Señora Olivia’s love life, but you kindly rejected. You hated gossip.

— Jaja, Gracias Mirabel, but save it for another day, this basket is quite heavy, ¡This baked goods won’t carry themse-

— LA PUTA MADRE, ¡¡¡ALGUIEN AYÚDEME!!!

Upon hearing the vulgar scream, a scream filled with despair and agony, you quickly turned your head to see what the hell was the cause of the call for help.

Oh well, you weren’t expecting this.

You surely weren’t expecting to see a man filled with bruised.

He had multiple cuts in his face, some were almost visible while others were dripping with blood. His nose was visibly broken and he had a purple eye. His clothing was almost ripped to shreds and deep cuts could be seen where skin was visible. Blood and cuts decorated his entire body, his chest was probably filled with the red liquid. He was wearing a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, and oh dear, he had multiple stab wounds and cuts so long you couldn’t see the end.

The townspeople let out screams and gasps of surprise, and while some were petrified, others were running to the poor guy and helped each other to lift him up while he twisted and turned, screaming in agony.

Mirabel looked at you not knowing what to do, and you, although still impacted with the sudden appearance, you handed her the basket filled with Cakes and much more and you ran up to the townspeople to guide them to Casita.

— ¡Todos, escuchen! Let’s take the man right to Julieta. Mirabel, be a dear and go tell your mother to bring some food, we’ll be there soon. ¡Rápido!

Mirabel nodded and ran to the Casita to search for her mom.

You were guiding the others to the Casita, trying to pacify the man, although it was impossible.

Then, something weird ocurred.

— AGH! LEAVE ME ALONE! IT IS MOVING INSIDE OF ME! I CAN FEEL IT CRAWLING THROUGH ME! TAKE ME BACK! YOU’LL ALL REGRET THIS!

Alongside his words, weird tentacles started to sprout out of his wounds.

Not many had seen the tentacles due to their concentration in taking the man to safety whilst ignoring his wishes, and the ones who noticed the.. “Things”, same as you, let out gasps of surprise and even screams.

Still, you had hope he could be saved.

— ¡SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND SAVE ENERGY! ¡You’ll be alright!

•••

Finally, you had arrived to La Casa Madrigal. The man, who had been screaming and twisting had passed out, which meant that Julieta must do her job quickly.

Los Madrigals got out of Casita immediately after hearing the news from Mirabel. Pepa was covering Antonio’s eyes while keeping him close to her, as well as Camilo and Dolores who was hugging Mariano, scared.

The three sisters, Isabela, Luisa and Mirabel were all behind their father, hugging each other afraid of the commotion.

Bruno had immediately ran up to you, hugging you tight and taking you away from all the commotion. Julieta appeared with a bowl full of Buñuelos and she had taken one, until,

Well.

Something horrible ocurred.

Bigger tentacles started to sprout out of the man’s cuts, wrapping his arms and legs, and even trapping some villagers while the others started running away in pure fear.

Pepa quickly turned to Dolores, afraid that the screaming might be hurting her bad, but when she checked on her,

She wasn’t covering her ears.

The weather wasn’t changing either, even though Pepa was covered in fear.

Isabela quickly put her hand in front of her, trying to make some vines that could trap the monster..

That didn’t work out.

— Oh dear..

Pepa just hugged her youngest son tighter, petrified.

— ¡EVERYBODY, RUN!

Félix shouted, grabbing his oldest son’s hands and his wife’s, starting to run away from La Casa Madrigal. Dolores alongside Mariano followed them, although not before helping her Poot abuela Alma alongside Mirabel, Luisa and Agustin. You grabbed Bruno’s hand to start fleeing from the scene, Julieta joining you too.

Then, you all heard a growl.

One so loud you had to cover your ears, leaving everyone stunned.

And the villagers crumbled to the ground.

The closest villagers who didn’t escape, they crumbled to the ground. They screamed. Twisted and turned. Fainted..

And came back alive.

But with a desire.

One of them, a woman with a long beautiful skirt and a white blouse, her skin once beautiful and cared of was now almost grey, her eyes injected with blood. She slowly walked to a man, too petrified to even move a muscle.

She fucking bit his neck.

She tore all skin apart.

She killed him.

She was eating him.

The people who had been on the ground just a minute ago, were now lifting themselves up, a desire to eat human flesh invading all their senses.

— Oh shit OH SHIT OH SHIT-

Spoke Bruno, starting to run, pulling you alongside him.

When Pepa turned her back to run, Antonio was able to see the scene.

Traumatized, scared and not knowing what the fuck was happening, he let out a scream.

One scream that attracted a zombie.

Julieta, the one who was behind everyone, got her arm pulled.

— ¡MAMÁ!

Yelled Mirabel, leaving Abuela Alma for her mother, but was stopped by Mariano grabbing her arm with strength.

— ¡Mirabel, we need to go! ¡AHORA!

He tried reasoning with her, but she just wouldn’t have it. She tried wiggling out of Mariano’s grasp, but it was just impossible.

— ¡AGUSTÍN! ¡MY CHILDREN! ¡Please, leave! ¡I’ll be fine! ¡I’ll catch up!

Agustín, starting to cry, starting moving forward, Mariano doing the same while pulling his wife and Mirabel.

— ¡Mamá!..

Mirabel started crying, Isabela and Luisa doing the same.

They needed to get away.

Julieta, stay strong.

That was all you could think of while the woman fought of unknown creatures.

Let this be a nightmare. Please.

✨

Aaand that’s chapter one! Don’t worry, this is not the end of Julieta’s story!

I left some References to Resident Evil in this chapter. Leave a comment if you found it! 😉

Hope y’all liked the chapter! I’ll try to update as soon as I can ☺️

Have a great day!

#encanto #camilo madrigal #disney #disney+#dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #resident evil #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal #mariano encanto #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal

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spitdrunken · 2 years

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Hi! I don't know if you're accepting thirsts atm but :

Tio Bruno absolutely pampering and babying his niece? Like making her sit on his lap and feeding her? Taking naps in his bed tangled up in each others arms? Tickle fights? Cuddling her when she's upset? Him buying her lollipops and cute outfits? Just so she ends up doing a mini fashion show for him and he's like " you look so good! Can you turn around for me?" " Come here, let me feel how soft the fabric is" " How are you so cute mi vida?" , for some reason the outfits are always a bit too short or too tight, silly uncle can never seem to guess her size right .( He bought her a lingerie set once, she felt a little bit weird about it but didn't wanna disapoint her dear Tio so of course she wore it for him (: <3)

notes: f!reader, incest, if u want smth specific tagged please lemme know <3

i’m always accepting thirsts ^^!!

what does it say abt me that i wanna be treated like this.... being babied is just a little <3

i know the guilt is usually a big factor in how i write creepy tío bruno but man... this. just makes me imagine that you’ve been going along with his ‘weirder’ behaviour for ages now, and he’s slowly, slowly deluded himself into thinking it’s a totally normal and fine relationship. you’re happy, he’s happy, what’s the problem? (maybe this is while he’s still in the walls, couple of months - about a year before he got found out by the rest. he feels so cut off from the rest of the world in the walls that he can get through it a little easier.)

your tío bruno CONSTANTLY fawning over you, he never seems to be able to stop praising you! (and dragging himself down in the same breath.) the only times he stops pacing and knocking on the walls is when you come back to visit him. at first, he’s only touchy when you were to initiate it, but then he can’t seem to let go of you... even if he doesn’t feel as guilty and you go along, it’s still way more intense than any normal relationship would be. you’re literally all he has.

ALL YOUR SUGGESTIONS ARE JUST SO GOOOD,, I CAN’T ADD MUCH TO PERFECTION YKNOW.... b-but i was thinking a little abt tío bruno calling you his little girl in thisi specific scenario LMAO

#cha.bruno #cw.incest

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euphoriaofmidnight · 2 years

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OMG I WAS THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THE ANGST AND AAAAA, CAN I GET A PART 2 ON THE MORE ANGSTY SIDE OF THE STORY? It's where the reader already feel a bit of remorse but then the parents found out, just full of fights and all. Or another version of it is where the reader is now trying to be the good sister but then Camilo was just repelling / avoiding the reader as if she's a wind. I JUST LOVE THE STORY AAA

Hi, this is part 2 of the story. There will be a part 3 to this because when I'm writing this, the word count is above 2K and I'm still not finished yet. Plus, I get lazy re-reading it all (my best friend also said to slip it in half). I'm so glad you liked it and asked for part 2.

Summary: Y/N tries her best to be a better sister but Camilo ignores her.

Warnings: gramatical errors, i don't know what to call it but this is angst i guess?

word count: 1.1k

part 1 , part 3

Purple Hyacinth

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"Camilo’s a bit bratty. I'm trying to be a better sister, you know? " Y/N heaved a deep sigh, turning her head to face Isabella and Mirabel, who were listening to her. All of them are in Isabela's bedroom. "He is always ignoring me like I have some plague. If only I'm not determined to make it up to him, I would give up. "

After their fight when the casita broke down, Camilo and Y/N didn't talk to each other for days. Their family didn't suspend anything as they thought they were still shocked by what had happened. It happens very fast.

While building the casita, Y/N tries to talk to Camilo, but every time she walks to him, he will turn to the other side or walk away. Sometimes he even helps or talks to others just so he can escape from his sister. You never really think of it much. She supposes that he’s busy helping to build Casita.

She's now convinced that her brother was ignoring her now that the casita had been built. I mean, she already understood it. It's her fault anyway, but she’s now regretting it all. As she called it, "New house, New me." or "The Casita has been rebuilt, I will rebuild myself".

When he says that you’re a stranger to him now, you never really thought that he meant it.

"Just give him time, I guess." Mirabel said.

But you didn't give Isabela time when she was trying to be a better sister! It just happened in a snap! "

When he says that you’re a stranger to him now, you never really thought that he meant it.

"Just give him time, I guess." Mirabel said.

But you didn't give Isabela time when she was trying to be a better sister! It just happened in a snap! "

Yeah, because I'm saving the miracle that time and I thought it would be saved if I hugged Isabela because it shows in Tio Bruno’s vision that I would save the miracle with a hug. But it turns out that it was Abuela. "

"So you only hugged me that time because you were SAVING the miracle?" Isabela shouted as she gasped. Mirabel’s eyes widened and crawled behind you as she laughed. "Alright, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! AHHH! " The room filled with laughter as Isabela tickled Mirabel, and now all of you are having a pillow fight.

In all of the madrigals Isabela and Mirabel are the closest to you. Well, before it was Camilo, but everything had changed between the two of you. You just hope that you can fix it this time. You love him anyway.

After you hang out with Isa and Mira, you’re with Antonio now, asking for advice. After all, he’s your brother, and he might be a kid, but he’s a great listener. He's one of the few people who knows what's going on with the both of you and Camilo. He knows you’re regretting it now. He also knows how you feel about Camilo, as Antonio also stayed in the nursery with you and Mirabel. A bird told him that they saw Camilo on the river and that he felt hungry but was too tired to go home. The river was his comfort place.

A bright idea pops into your mind, and you go downstairs as fast as you can and get some food. You also brought some drinks and when you saw Isabela, you asked her to make a purple hyacinth flower bouquet. You once read that it symbolizes regret and giving someone that expresses sadness over a situation and asks for forgiveness. You've thanked Isabela and smiled at her. With the help of Antonio’s jaguar, you get to the river fast.

Once you’re in the river, you glance at Camilo, resting his feet in the water. You slowly approached him and sat next to him.

“I-I’ve brought some food,” you mumbled. “For you….or for us. Basically it's for you but uhmm..if you want me to join you it's fine. But if you don't want that,it's fine I understand. It's just—,”

Your words were cut off as Camilo stood up. You decided to hold his hand, signaling him to stay. He didn't say a word, and he just glared at you.

"I thought you were... hungry?" You asked as your eyes started to become glossy. He scuffed.

"Not anymore."

Before he could leave, you stood up immediately and blocked his way, stopping him in his way.

"Milo, just please talk to me," you pleaded. I just wanted to be a better sister to you. I know what I did was wrong, and I'm already regretting it. Just please, "you begged him, holding his hand.

When you’re convinced that Camilo will listen to you, you slowly loosen your grip on his hand and run to where you put your basket filled with Camilo’s favorite food (well, every food is his favorite) and the bouquet. Your heart shattered like glass when you saw Camilo slowly walking away, uninterested.

But you are determined and nothing can stop you. You chase him. He was aware that you were chasing him and was aware of what was happening right now, but he wanted to protect his heart. Camilo really ignored Y/N as her words went through his bones. Every time he’s thinking about forgiving Y/N, he always remembers how her words are like knives. How she used to make him feel nothing and how she made him feel small.

"Camilo, please don't ignore me like this! I want to make it up to you. Just give me one chance, hmmm,” She said. Tears ran down her face. Camilo stopped on his way and looked at her twin sister.

“You should've thought about that a long time ago. You hurt me, Y/N, "he stated to the girl blankly. The girl lowered her gaze and sighed deeply. She shakely gave Camilo the purple hyacinth bouquet.

"That’s purple hyacinth. A bouquet of purple hyacinth expresses the bearer's sadness over a situation and asks for forgiveness," She looked into her brother's hand, where she placed the flowers."I want to give you tulips as they also represent regret and apology, but hyacinth is my favorite flower. I hope you like them.

Camilo looked at the flowers on his hands and at the girl who swung back and forth, holding both of her own hands. He lets out a deep sigh and accepts the flower. To say that y/n was happy is an understatement. She’s on cloud 9.

When Camilo accepts the flowers, she's ecstatic. She could feel her heart jump. She thought Camilo would never talk to her again, and seeing him approach her just a little bit made her hopes rise. She walked and jumped on her way home, a smile painted on her face. But it all faded away as she turned back only to see Camilo put it in the trash.

#encanto #fanfic #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #camiilo and fem reader #angst

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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I was bored and strolling through @sketchnwhatevr art because it always gives me a serotonin boost.

I came across the comic of Bruno hugging little Dolores and refusing to let go and paired with all the wholesome Bruno and Antonio content inspiration hit me like a speed train so please accept this little snippet as my humble offering:

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"Haven't we been here before?"

"That's called a deja vu, hermana."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure it's called 'being a brat', hermanito!"

Bruno only huffs and turns away from Pepa, effectively hiding Antonio, who is nestled in his arms, from view.

"Bruno, seriously, give me back my son! He needs to get ready for bed."

"Nope!" Bruno obnoxiously pops the 'P' and Pepa rubs a hand over her face. You'd think she was dealing with two children. "It's not that late yet. And Tonito is happy right where he is, aren't you amigo?"

A little hand waves over Bruno's shoulder. "I wanna cuddle some more with Tio Bruno, Mama! And it's not that late yet."

The sun is setting and it is definitely that late already.

Pepa prepares herself for a fight, but before she can put her foot down, Bruno turns a little and she can see Antonio snuggle deeper into his chest. Her little boy is smiling, his eyes are closed and his cheek squished against a narrow chest.

In Pepa's mind the image is suddenly overlapped by another. A ghost of the past.

Little Dolores, clinging to her beloved uncle, arms coiled around a skinny neck and refusing to let go. And Bruno. Younger. Less burdened. Pressing his cheek against a little head and popping the 'P' as he cheekily refuses Pepa's demands for her daughter.

Pepa swallows her arguments.

She had seen how careful Bruno had been when he'd hugged a grown-up Dolores for the first time since his return. How he'd hesitated. How he'd wrapped his arms around her, slowly, as if she was made of glass, only to suddenly latch on with a fierce abandon. Dolores hadn't made a sound, had wound her arms around his neck and buried her hands into the hood of his ruana and his hair. They hadn't let go for minutes.

What stands out in Pepa's memories is not the hug, though. It's the look on her brother's face. She'd only been able to catch a glimpse of it before Bruno had hidden his face in Dolores' shoulder.

A glimpse had been enough.

Sadness. Longing. Such a raw sense of loss that it had taken Pepa's breath away.

Bruno and his sobrinas and sobrinos are very tactile with each other. Hugs and head rubs and shoulders brushing. A thousand little touches every day to remind each other that he is back and not going anywhere.

But they are too old to be picked up and carried around anymore. Too old for that full body hug where your legs dangle in the air and you can simply let yourself go boneless, secure in the knowledge that the arms around you won't let you fall.

All except Antonio.

Pepa turns away before they can see the tears in her eyes or the smile curling her lips.

"Fine. But you'll get him ready for bed. And soon!"

"Sure, no problem!"

"That includes a bath, Bruno!"

Bruno scoffs and Pepa doesn't need to turn around to know that he's poked his tongue out after her. Antonio's giggle betrays him. "Yeah yeah! You act like I've never before helped the kids get ready for bed!"

'True' Pepa thinks as she leaves them to it. 'But the other kids never insisted on their hydrophobic jaguar taking the bath with them.'

But hey! Let him find out for himself.

And if Pepa cackles with laughter an hour later as a cursing Bruno runs through Casita with a towel in his hands, trying to catch a wet Antonio riding an equally wet Parce… well, he kinda asked for it, didn't he?

#Platonic!#A little Angst snuck in #as it always does #encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #disney encanto #bruno my beloved #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #good uncle bruno #Bruno is a good tio fight me #Antonio is sunshine #And Chaos incarnate #Pepa is so done

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oh-no-a-whovian · 2 years

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Two more lonely people Part 8

NSFW 18+

Summary: “you made me love you! I tried to fight it for both our sakes! You can’t just pull away the moment things get tough!”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) swearing, any others let me know please.

Word count: 2638

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Laughter fills la casita’s courtyard as you chase the jaguar around the space, little Antonio laughing wildly upon its back each time it out manoeuvres your massive wolf form. It has no idea you’re letting it. it wouldn’t be nearly as fun for Antonio if you caught them.

All the Madrigal grandchildren are hanging out in the courtyard, bright smiles on their faces as they watch the youngest play.

It started off as planning for your birthday. Who’s gonna be going, what rules Alma wants in place since it is to be hosted in her home and whether or not there will be decorations. At first you just wanted it to be a few people around your age but then Antonio, Camilo AND Mirabel all begged to be a part of your birthday too. You could never say no to any of them, though you’re sure Camilo will take credit for their success.

Antonio’s jaguar races into the hallway to escape you, the child’s laugher echoing in the smaller space, and you make haste to follow him around the corner. Your claws scratch against the tiles as you try to skid to a halt, your nose nearly colliding into Bruno’s face. You stand up tall, your sharp canines bared in a grin and your tail wagging in excitement.

You’ve barely been near him in over a week since he confessed his feelings, there was no excuse you could give that would explain you going anywhere near his room, and you know Dolores would be able to tell it’s you if she heard anything. Your filthy dreams continuing their torture even though you couldn’t go see him.

You step around him, keeping your eye on him for just a moment longer before bounding after Antonio and his jaguar once more. You so wish you could have stayed by Bruno, your head pressed against his chest or licking/ kissing his face depending on the form you’re in at the time.

Your feet lose traction as you re-enter the courtyard, your massive form sliding straight into Camilo, Dolores and Mirabel, sending them to the ground in a fit of laughter. Isabela smirks as if she won some victory by not getting taken down by you, so your grin at her. With just your front teeth, you grab the front of her dress and pull her down to face plant into your fur, her giggles joining the others in a chorus of joy.

“Tio Bruno, were you looking for me?” Mirabel calls out when she catches her breath, and you glance to where she’s looking.

“I uh ye-no actually I was uh hoping to talk to [Y/N]… but she seems, preoccupied” he replies, gesturing to you panting away. You shift back, a massive smile on your face as you pull yourself to your feet.

“No, that’s okay I can talk.” You tell him. “I’ll be right back.” You smile at your friends as you follow Bruno back into the hallway. “What’s up?” you ask him, knowing he’s not gonna say anything pertaining your hidden affair.

“I uh wanted to ask a favour, o-of you. I was uh talking to mi mama and hermanas about if I am going to use my gift for the village again and at first, I was like ‘no that’s not the best idea’ but then I had an idea. What if I had an assistant of sorts, someone who could charge since I’d feel bad and deter people from reacting poorly, if they don’t like their visions. And I posed that you could do that, to them, and they thought it was a good idea but of course I have to ask you…” he rambles.

“You want a guard dog?” you raise an eyebrow and smirk at him.

“I uh ye- no… sorry… I didn’t… mean…” he stutters, his eyes wide, worried he’d offended you.

“it’s fine… somehow that sounds better than herding animals.” You shrug, leaning back to look though the doorway to check Dolores who’s pretending she’s not listening. You wonder if this is his solution to not being able to see each other, it has to be, he hates using his gift. You’d get to spend all day, every day within the confines of his room, acting as an assistant and guard dog for the public but getting heaps of private time together that won’t be heard by Dolores. But what can you say that isn’t fuck yes, I want to spend every day by your side! “I don’t know though. I’m getting paid…”

“I can pay you! Half if I get any…” he rubs his arm, shrugging.

“I’ll umm have to consult Isa and Dol.” You smile at him, nodding, a silent gesture to let him know you’ll handle it, and you get his idea. He breathes a sigh of relief and smiles brightly, his hand flexing as if he wants to touch you but knowing he can’t. “I’ll get back to you.”

“What did tio Bruno want?” Camilo asks curiously when you re-join the group, glancing in the direction his uncle left.

“He was offering me a job.” You shrug.

“a job? What kind of job would he have to offer?” his brows furrow in confusion, glancing back to where his uncle left.

You shrug at him; he doesn’t need to know. Isabela looks at you confused as well so you smile at her.

“I’ll explain to you in a bit.” You tell her, glancing at Dolores knowing she heard it all.

You’re so glad he came up with an idea so you can see him, you were at a loss and fucking horny. You can definitely come up with some rewards for him.

~~~~~

“So… Tio Bruno wants you to be a guard dog?” Isabela asks as she sits beside you on the flower covered floor of her room, handing you and Dolores a glass of red wine each.

“Not a very fancy way of putting it but yeah…” you explain, shrugging as you take a sip.

“I think you should say yes.” Dolores encourages. “It means you can spend way more time here, and we can spend more time together.”

“Yes, but I’d be spending most of the time in your tio’s room.” you tell them, trying to gauge their feelings about you spending all your time in Bruno’s room.

“That is true…” she squeaks “well as long as you’re comfortable with it… he is planning to pay you… if anyone actually decides to get his visions…”

“That is the question.” Isabela pipes up. “His visions don’t exactly have the best reputation…”

“I think it’ll be fine” you smile. “I’m gonna accept, I kinda like the idea of playing around in the sand waiting for people who might not even show up.” You joke. “And! I won’t have to run after livestock, sounds like a recipe for a lavish lifestyle.” You grin at your friends.

You hope they aren’t suspicious. You’re gonna tell them eventually, but right now it’s just you and him. You need to know if this will work first.

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Bruno’s POV

It’s perfect. He’ll get to spend his days by her side. He just has to do the occasional vision, if that. Might be that no one will even show up, they all think he’s the cause of their problems after all. His hermanas agreed that it would be a good idea, to his surprise. He’s pretty sure it’s because of his history with the town, everyone hates him so maybe he’d be better off with a guard.

He understands why she was checking with his nieces, her friends; she couldn’t just say yes of course I’ll spend every day by your side without at least pretending to hesitate and need council on it. He wishes she could just say yes, wishes he didn’t have to hide his affection for her, but he knows that it’s not that easy. He’s sure she would if she could.

He smiles as he sweeps away the sand from around his bed, thinking of finally having her back in his arms, trying not to focus on the dirty things she says. It’s been hard not reaching out for her. He didn’t realise how hard it would be if everyone got their powers back.

He was surprised when he returned to his room for the first time in years. There’s still sand everywhere and stairs for miles but instead of the stone hand pointing up, it’s two hands cupped together, hovering just above the ground with a whirling storm of sand underneath. When he stepped on it cautiously, it took him up to his vision cave in no time, the cyclone of sand making it soar to the top. He’s not sure if it’s meant just for him or anyone else as well but he’s beyond grateful for the change, he was tired of those stairs.

The other change was in his bedroom itself. The bed is nearly three times the size he remembers it as and around the room are objects that make him think of [Y/N]. a massive plush dinosaur toy being one of them. He wonders if it was his mind or the magic itself that made these adjustments to accommodate her, probably both. But the thought of her having space in his room, to feel comfortable and at home makes him so fucking happy.

“You missed a spot.” He jumps, throwing his broom into the ceiling, and spinning to see [Y/N] leaning on the doorframe, grains of sand pouring from her fist onto the floor. “sorry” she huffs, trying to hide her amusement at the thrown object and his startled face as she dusts off her hands. “Came to tell you that I have told them I am accepting. Loved the mode of transport up here by the way. I definitely remember hating those stairs.”

“Uh heh yeah, it’s definitely better.” He smiles, picking up the broom and hanging it up on the wall by the door. “how’d they uh feel, about you working up here with me?” he asks rubbing his arm, to ease his anxiety. He hopes everything is fine, he doesn’t want to cause conflict.

“They said as long as I’m comfortable with it, they’re fine.” She says, draping her arms over his shoulders, making his heart race. She’s so beautiful, and warm. He’s not sure he can ever resist her “I don’t think they suspect anything.” She smirks before kissing him hungrily.

He missed her so much over the past week, almost to the point where he wished the magic hadn’t come back so he could be with her without his niece hearing and telling everyone. So she could do the things she does in private and never stop.

“I should go…” she tells him when she pulls away, her voice as disappointed as he feels at her words. “Doll is expecting me to walk out that door soon.” She sighs.

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow then?”

“So bright and early that you might not even be awake yet.” She grins, bumping her nose into his and kissing him again.

He watches her go with a smile on his face, so happy that he took the initiative in telling her that she’s safe and will have a place in his heart for the rest of his life. He never wants her to feel like she needs to hide what she truly is. He loves her.

That is why his room changed, so she could know she’d be safe, no matter what.

~~~~~

[Y/N]’s POV

The noise of the markets echoes in your ears as you run your errands, collecting some snacks for the day and the orders your mother had made for cloth and thread for her business.

As you walk between the stalls and businesses, you’ve been telling them about Bruno restarting his visions. Though you have a strong feeling that not many plan on going to him, going by their reactions to the news. More time for just you and him. You figured it would be better if at least a few people know so that no one think there’s an ulterior motive to you spending all your time with him.

“Mama, you were right, your order was in.” you call out as you enter her dress shop. “You want them in the usual spot?”

“Si amore. Are you heading up to casa Madrigal?”

“Si mama.” You reply, placing the rolls of cloth down and place the threads on the counter.

“You be careful ok amore? he’s bad luck.” She tells you as she peeks her head out from the back room, sticking pins into her apron.

“He’s not bad luck, mama.” You tell her, rolling your eyes as you kiss her cheek. “We both know that just because he sees the future doesn’t mean he causes it.”

“I know… I just don’t want his bad name to give you one… you’re already at risk…” she sighs, squishing your cheeks to kiss your nose. You know she just wants you to be safe, but she can’t do it forever and you know what you want.

“Si mama. I’ll see you tonight.” You wave as you leave her shop.

“Is it true that you’re gonna be working for Bruno Madrigal?” a caffeinated boy shouts as he leaps out in front of you on the main street. “isn’t he bad luck?!”

“Si, I will be helping him and no he’s not bad luck. People just like to blame him for bad visions coming true.” You tell him, stepping around him to make your way to casita as he seems to vibrate on the spot.

“aren’t you scared?” he gasps.

“Why would I be scared? I’m able to shapeshift into a massive wolf, I think I’ll be fine.” You smile. You want to tell him that everyone who’s said that Bruno is the cause, are fucking idiots but that would be inappropriate. “I’m in a hurry, enjoy your coffee.” You tell him, patting his head and walking away as he stares at you in awe.

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“I am totally gonna play in the sand” you tell Bruno with a grin, the moment the door to his room is shut, the falling sand the only thing between you and the rest of his room. “When we’re not doing other things that is.” You wink, making his face turn red. “I have a feeling that it’s gonna be pretty quiet in here too, we might have to make some noise.”

“I heh aren’t you worried we’ll get caught?” he asks as you walk together to the platform.

“Oh well maybe this is a bad idea… perhaps I should go then.” You tease, taking his offered hand so he can help you onto the cupped hands that will take you to the top. You grab the sides of his ruana and kiss him, smiling into his mouth.

“don’t you dare” he smiles back, holding you close with his hands on your hips. “so, there’s a lounge by the vision cave for you, it’s pretty big, I think it’s so you can be comfortable in either form.” He starts explaining as you reach the top and step off the stone hands.

“Really?” you ask, shocked as you spot the large green upholstered furniture by the stone door. “I didn’t notice that yesterday.” You smile, leaping onto it and snuggling into the plush surface. “Was this you or the magic?”

“Both… I-I think…” he stutters, sitting down as close as he can to you.

“You know I think I’m really gonna like it up here.” You smirk, tipping his chin up with a curved finger, your face mere inches from his. “And not just cause of the comfy couch. Now, are you gonna be good for me?”

A/N: hope you all enjoyed :) bit of a shorter chapter this week. Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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