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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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Hi there! Just let me say, "A Place For Crows" is one of my favorite fics ever, and I've read quite a lot of them. It is truly a masterpiece in all senses. And you are an absolutely amazing writer. I also would like to ask something about that fic: does the family of the boy Julieta couldn't save and Pepa's former best friend hold a grudge against them or something? I know it's very specific!

I see you in my notifs all the time and your message made me so happy I sat down and wrote this for you. I hope you enjoy!

TW FOR DEALING WITH THE DEATH OF A CHILD AND GRIEF AND A LITTLE BIT OF SELF HARM! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Julieta worries at her blisters. She pulls at the skin and pushes against the sore edges. She needs to stop aggravating them, some of them have started bleeding recently. But she can't seem to stop.

Bruno says he understands. Bruno says she needs to stop making herself bleed cause that will surely get the adults' attention and that's something she definitely doesn't want. She needs to find another way, maybe knocking or chanting or something.

He talks like he speaks from experience.

But Julieta likes the reminder, the little sting in her fingers. Everytime her thoughts stray from cooking, from working, she pulls and it reminds her.

Her own food doesn't work on them. It makes things easier, but it also scares her. Her cooking has always worked, no matter how small the injury, but for some reason her blisters remain.

Is her gift getting weaker? Has she forsaken it with her childish behavior?

Is her sin too great?

Her mother hasn't noticed the state of her fingers yet. She is too busy comforting others, rallying neighbor's to help the grieving family.

Helping with the funeral.

They have talked about the incident. Just once. The day after Juli had decided that she didn't want to cook or bake that day and had instead followed her siblings to the river outside of the village to play. The day after a boy had fallen out of a tree and suffered horrendous injuries. The day after their mother had frantically searched cupboards for any food and then ran through the village, screaming Julieta's name, soon joined by others.

The day after Julieta had come home, sunburnt and laughing and carefree.

Too late.

"It was an accident." Her mother had said, sitting on the bed next to a shell-shocked little girl. "It was an accident and it's in the past. But we can never let this happen again. Do you understand? We need to be prepared for things like this. You need to be prepared, Julieta. Your gift is so important. You can't- We can't let it go to waste. Do you understand?"

Julieta understands. She hasn't stopped baking ever since. All day, every day. Sometimes her mother watches her for a few minutes from the doorway and for a moment it looks like she wants to say something, but she never does. Just nods approvingly and moves on.

Julieta keeps baking. She heals every scratch and every stubbed toe. Maybe if she uses her gift better, maybe if she saves someone this time, her mother will talk to her again and tell her what she has surely simply forgotten to tell her the first time and what Juli desperately needs to hear.

'It was not your fault.'

Her hands are covered in blisters and they don't heal.

But it's alright. There are more important wounds to heal

Julieta stands in the house of the boy she let die, a basket full of pastries clutched in her hands. She clenches the handle tight, feels the rough wicker wood bite into her sores.

Her mother is arguing with the father. The family wants to leave the Encanto. Too many bad memories here. They want to burn the body and take the ashes with them.

"If you leave, you might never be able to come back!"

The father looks at Alma as if he can't understand why he should care.

But at least he looks at her. He hasn't once looked at Juli, averts his eyes at all cost. She might as well not be here. Juli feels invisible. Wishes her mother hadn't told her to come.

Her mother sends her outside to the garden where the wife is. Tells her to bring her some of the pastries.

"She doesn't look well. I'm sure they can help."

Julieta wants to refuse. This feels like a punishment. This feels cruel, sending her out there.

But her pastries might help.

It's her job to help.

So she goes outside. The mother is sitting on a bench, her back to Juli. Her long hair dances in the wind and her shoulders are slumped. The black dress and black mourning shawl look like a wound in the otherwise colorful garden. Like all life has been sucked out of that one spot.

Julieta approaches on silent feet and places the basket on the bench next to the mother. She stays behind her, can't bear to look at her face. The woman doesn't react.

"I have brought you some food."

Julieta's voice cracks on the last word. What was her mother thinking, sending her out here with food of all things? It must feel like such a mockery to the poor woman.

It feels more and more like a punishment to Juli. And she deserves it, doesn't she? Maybe her mother didn't forget at all.

It was her fault.

The woman doesn't turn around, just hums under her breath. A haunting sound.

"Thank you." Her voice is flat. No emotion. Except maybe anger. Surely anger.

Julieta wants to leave. She doesn't want to look at this shell of a woman one second longer. But the 'Thank you' is like a slap to the face. It strangles her. Makes her see dark spots and makes her head spin.

"I'm sorry!" she blurts, too abrupt, too loud. The mother flinches and Julieta feels awful. She scratches at her blisters, feels them break open again. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I never should have gone to play. I just wanted to go play with my brother and sister and I-"

She can see the mother slowly turn towards her and Julieta quickly closes her eyes before she can clearly see her face. The brief glimpse of sunken eyes and chapped lips was enough.

"I should have been here. I should have been prepared and I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I never should have left for the river and I-"

A hand strokes her cheek. Julieta doesn't dare open her eyes. The touch is soft and warm, but she is still scared to open her eyes and see hatred and condemnation on that grief-stricken face. Only when a thumb brushes away a single tear does Juli realize that she's started to cry a little.

"Little Julieta." The woman says and her voice is nothing more than a scratchy whisper, carried away by the wind. "Oh Juli. Don't cry. Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault."

Juli freezes for a second, but then she is sobbing, big heaving sobs that shake her entire body. She reaches upwards and clutches at the hand still on her cheek. The blisters on her hands hurt and the mother must feel them, the ragged edges and sore spots. The mother pulls her closer and the little girl collapses against her and gets pulled even more and suddenly Juli has crawled half into the woman's lap and holds on to her dark shawl as if her life depends on it. She must be spreading tears and snot all over it and oh, what if mother sees her like this? What will she say? What will she do?

But she can't stop. Is afraid she'll never be able to stop.

"Dear child." The mother sounds exhausted, but there is also steel in the words that follow. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't!"

"If I hadn't played that day. If I hadn't -"

"I have told my Lou a hundred times not to climb that tree. Have told him a hundred times that the branches higher up are not strong enough to hold him." She sighs. It ruffles the top of Julieta's hair. "I have scolded and punished and pleaded. And he still decided to climb it again that day. Because he is- he was a child. And children play. They play and they laugh and they don't think that anything bad could ever happen to them. And that's how it should be, for children. They shouldn't have to worry about-" She chokes on her tears, holds Julieta a little bit tighter. "I don't blame him for being a child. Why would I blame you for the same? For playing? How old are you again, dear?"

"Seven." Juli mumbles into her chest.

"Just seven." The mother whispers. Forlorn. "Two years younger than my Lou. And already so much on your shoulders. So much guilt." She presses her cheek against the crown of Juli's head and her next words are so quiet, Julieta is not even sure she was supposed to hear them. "Sometimes I wonder about this miracle. About these gifts. Sometimes I wonder if they aren't actually a curse."

Julieta holds very still. She doesn't want to ask what she means, doesn't want clarification.

Doesn't want to defend the miracle.

Doesn't know if she can, right now.

So she holds still and pretends she didn't hear and maybe the mother believes her or she is just too tired to keep the conversation going. They lapse into silence and it feels like an eternity before Julieta can hear her Mama calling her from inside the house. She immediately pushes herself away from the comforting embrace and tries to dry her tears.

The mother watches her out of sad eyes and then reaches inside the small basket. The pastry she holds out to Julieta is still warm and the child stares at it as the adult rises to her feet, impossible slowly.

"Eat that." She says and takes the basket. Her voice is flat again, but this time Julieta understands that she is not angry. She is just tired. So tired. "Farewell Julieta Madrigal. I wish you all the best."

Julieta doesn't say anything as the woman goes back inside the house. She stares at the pastry and at her blisters and feels the wind in her hair.

"It was not my fault." she says.

She doesn't quite believe it. Not yet.

But the mother of the boy who has played without a care and who is now dead believes it and maybe that is enough. For now.

She takes a bite and her blisters still don't heal but they stop hurting.

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As for Pepa, I might write something for her too and upload them together to ao3, we'll see

#encanto #my pedro lives au #encanto fanfic #encanto headcanons #Encanto Julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal #Julieta madrigal needs a hug

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encantoisawesome · 2 years

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it was just a nightmare - encanto mini fanfic

reuploaded as i added some bits in. this is my first attempt of writing a story like this so sorry if it sucks

*warning - mentions of death, graphic detail/blood and angst*

Darkness filled the everlasting void that Bruno found himself within. Cold and empty.

He had no idea how long he had been there for, hours? Days? Months? ....Years? He couldn’t tell. He wasn’t touching the floor either, where was the ground? Was he falling? No, he couldn’t feel the wind blow past him. Floating? Where was….. anything? There was nothing but black all around him.

Bruno looked around him frantically hoping to see something, anything. Nothing. He tried calling out for help, screaming at the top of his lungs pleading for someone to be there… but no one came.

He was alone. No one there to help him. No one there to save him from this terrifying location. No one there to tell him that everything was going to be alright. No one there. No one

Defeated, Bruno buried his face into his hands, his body going into the fetal position offering him some form of comfort as he floated in this endless abyss. That was when he felt his eyes beginning to glow.

Through the gaps between his fingers a bright green light shone illuminating his surroundings and one by one, a glowing emerald plate appears from the shadows circling Bruno as he looks around at them.

He recognised each and every one of them. The time he had told the Priest about his upcoming hair loss. The time he warned Senora Pezmuerto about her gold fish’s fate. Every vision he had given to the people within the Encanto over the years were here spiralling around him but… what were these newest visions?

Bruno looked up at the four vision plates before him, he didn’t remember seeing these ones. he inspected each of them carefully, recoiling upon realising what was on them. No, no, nononono it can’t be. It couldn’t be. He would never purposely look into the future to see this. Much to Bruno’s horror, the four visions before him showed how his twin sisters, his mother, and he himself would perish, the visions showing every brutal detail of it.

On the first plate, his mother Alma was lying in her bed under the covers, she looked older with wrinkles on her face. It looked like she had died in her sleep. Bruno’s eyes weld up with tears. Why was he seeing these? Why?

On Pepa’s vision plate, she was laid on the ground surrounded by water with scattered debris, in the background there was destroyed houses. Had there been a flood? Bruno tore his eyes away from the vision plate, his hands shaking when he looked at the next vision plate.

Julieta’s plate was next, she had horrific burns and the area she was in looked charred, the room looked like the kitchen. There must have been an accident regarding the oven or some sort of flame. Bruno was hyperventilating at this point, he had covered his eyes with his hands once more, he couldn’t bare to look at the visions in front of him anymore.

That was until he remembered that there was a fourth vision plate. His vision plate.

Did he dare to look? Looking through the gap between his fingers, he saw one thing and one thing only. Blood. And there was a lot of it.

Bruno couldn’t take it, he shut his eyes and gripped his head tightly to the point of almost tearing out his own hair, tears flowing down his cheeks before floating with him as he screamed into the dark.

“Bruno? Bruno! Wake up hermano!”

Bruno’s eyes burst open, jumping at the sudden loud voice. He glanced at his left seeing his eldest sister Julieta hunched over him with a concerned look on her face, she was still in her pyjamas and out of breath, she must have ran up the all the stairs leading to his sleeping area next to his vision cave. “Hermanito, are you alright? I could hear you crying from my room. Did something happen?”

Bruno sat up with grains of sand falling off of him. He was sweating profusely still frightened about his nightmare. “Why aren’t you in bed? Your covered in sand” Julieta said, brushing sand out of his hair with her left hand and wiping his face with her right, careful not to get any of it in his eyes.

Huh? Why wasn’t he in bed? He defiantly remembered hopping into his bed that night, why was he in the sand now? Bruno looked over at his hammock, the covers in a crumpled heap on the floor, he must have been moving around that much in his sleep that he had fallen out of his hammock, the heap of sand underneath it cushioning his fall enough for him to not to be awoken from his deep sleep.

“uhhh-“ Bruno started then stopped. Did he dare tell him his sister about his nightmare? About how he saw how all of them were going to-

“I’m fine Julieta, sorry. Nothing’s wrong. I just had a bad dream that’s all”

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freezenado · 2 years

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When will I feel this / As vivid as it truly is?

Fanart of @adabofblessings Encanto Atlas series

I love Sleeping At Last and stumbling upon this fic was a pleasant surprise. I'm happy that I find this fic

Edit: The lyric is from the Song "Touch" by SAL. The artwork is also a reference to the "Touch" art cover.

#encanto #atlas #sleeping at last #julieta madrigal #rey draws #fanart #rey's art gift #for you..yall #i love the fic so much yall should check it out at ao3 #disney encanto #encanto julieta madrigal #artwork #art mine

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kinschi · 3 months

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Sets of three ✨️

#encanto #familia madrigal #encanto fanart #kinschi draws #madrigal siblings #pb&j #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #kinschi drawing encanto fanart in 2024 again???#it's more likely than you think #decided to finish some old sketches

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dazeddoodles · 2 months

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Turning Red fanart since it's in theaters

#turning red #meilin lee #ming lee #encanto #mirabel madrigal #coco #miguel rivera #bruno madrigal #hector rivera #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #imelda rivera #my art

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theriverdraws · 1 year

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#My original idea was to make a cute drawing about Julieta and Agustin marrying in secret so it would be too late to stop them #but then I had a genius moment #and here we are #btw Agustín Pepa and Bruno are well aware she's not pregnant #just in case that wasnt clear enough znshsnhsh #encanto #encanto disney #art #my art #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal

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lethal-amigos · 10 months

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The Cousins Discuss Some Gossip

Happens after this. The Madrigal cousins discuss about Chepe and in the end Camilo tomfoolery scares Bruno lol. God this comic took so long lol because of the amount of detail I like to put in.

#16 panels!#lethal amigos #encanto #encanto oc #chepe oc #comic #lazy draws #finally finished this #camilo encanto #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #briana oc

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nyx-lyris · 1 year

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my encanto analysis/headcanon that no one asked for

so, i was just looking through some encanto fanart and headcanons and came across this piece (artist: https://mobile.twitter.com/ye_enc):

abuela had triplets - julieta, pepa, and bruno. both julieta and pepa had three kids - isabella, luisa, and mirabel for julieta, and dolores, camilo, and antonio for pepa.

what i noticed is that for each batch of three, each individual falls under a certain category, and it seems to follow by age.

julieta was, as this lovely fanart shows, likely depended on quite frequently for her ability to heal via her cooking. her gift would have been the most useful and therefore she likely would have been praised the most as “the perfect one”.

this, of course, next falls to isabella, who we see this with the most frequently. abuela very clearly is living the life she wished she could have lived through isabella, and is viewed as the perfect golden child by everyone around her.

dolores is a little different, but i believe she still fits the trope. she is basically the physical embodiment of “seen but not heard.” she keeps quiet on the things she knows would upset her family and doesn’t make herself heard, even when she is in pain, whether physical or emotional. she doesn’t tell anyone that she knows bruno has been living in the walls for the ten years he’s been missing; she doesn’t tell anyone about her feelings for mariano, because she knows that will upset abuela and her cousin’s “perfect for the encanto” arrangement; and one can only imagine how loud certain things are to her, that are endurable for us (fireworks, for example).

next are the middle children: pepa, luisa, and camilo. all of them have some kind of pressure on their shoulders. (and - just a fun thing i noticed - while luisa’s literal pressure is the many things she carries, pepa’s pressure is atmospheric pressure, because she controls the weather. but anyway, lol).

all three of these characters are told in one way or another to bottle up their emotions and keep them buried inside. with pepa, we see this very directly as she is constantly told by the other characters (especially abuela) to, as the fanart above shows, calm down and essentially turn off her emotions because of the damage she can cause with her weather powers. this kind of reminds me of the “conceal, don’t feel” thing that elsa had with her gloves. both pepa and elsa demonstrate the same growth throughout their movies, too - learning to accept themselves and their abilities and thus being able to control them instead of being controlled by them - but, i digress.

luisa, by contrast, is indirectly told to keep her emotions at bay. she is treated as something of a useful tool, both by the town and by abuela, and seen in a very masculine light despite her relatively feminine personality. because of this treatment and the expectation that she will always be strong that comes with it, she falls into the same category as pepa.

camilo, like dolores, is a little different, but still fits. we don’t see much of him in the movie, but i imagine he is depended on as being the funny one. if anyone reading this is into k-pop or bts, think of camilo as like the j-hope or the jin of the group. he’s always expected to be funny and smiling, lifting everyone else’s spirits - but who lifts his spirits?

and lastly, we have the youngest siblings - bruno, mirabel, and antonio. they fit into the roll, of course, of the scapegoat, of family disappointments.

bruno was rejected by the town and by his family, seen as a harbinger of chaos and horror, a bad omen - all because he can see the future, something that he obviously cannot control. but, of course, it’s easier to simply blame someone else than accept the truth or take responsibility for your own actions.

mirabel, of course, is treated in much the same way. she is seen as a bad omen, as well, and is quite literally feared to be the one who will destroy the family and the encanto, because of bruno’s vision.

antonio does not quite fit into this category, but i think if he had not gotten a gift, he would have been shunned in much the same way as bruno or mirabel. it can also be argued that his gift isn’t really very useful, and we can see abuela struggle for a moment to think of how they could put his gift to use at the breakfast at the beginning of the movie (”i told them to warm up your seat”).

anyway - this is all to say that each of the siblings in each of the batches of three appears to fill (or almost fill) the same rolls. i’m sure someone else has already noticed this and i’m just late to the party - but i thought it was cool.

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dna2023 · 2 years

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They couldn’t see Pedro, but he was there. - part 2 part 1 __________________ Thanks for all the likes, reblogs and comments. :)

#encanto #pedro madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto casita #Fanart #my art #headcanon

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icecry · 7 months

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THE THIEF AND THE PROPHET CHAPTER 2: 【 THE DEVIL'S HANGED MAN 】

「 The celebrations have begun! It's a joyous time of laughter, reminiscing, and preparation in the days leading up to the wedding of Dolores and Mariano. Well...for everyone else, at least.

Bruno finds himself a little overwhelmed by all the festivities, feeling a lot of pressure to not make accidentally 'ruining weddings' a tradition of his.

It doesn't help that the strange talisman he won in a dice game is attracting a lot of unwanted attention when it's revealed that the jewel merchant is said to be a 'gold thief' who lures people in with stories and 'fools gold' in exchange for real gold.

Meanwhile, the mysterious jewel merchant, Chel, returns home, where she mopes in a bath after finding another gray hair. Thankfully, her sister, Inés, is there to boost her spirits, as are the magical charms of her youngest nephew, Vito. 」 ✨| CHAPTER 3: A flashback to almost 12 years ago right before Mirabel's ceremony and Bruno's disappearance. Chel returns to The Encanto with her family and has a conversation with a mysterious stranger.

Thank you so much for waiting patiently for this chapter! There's a lot of information leading into the next. Everything has meaning and nothing is a mistake. Would love to hear your thoughts and feedback! HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th!

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favficbirthdays · 2 years

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Happy Birthday

Julieta Madrigal (17th October)

Encanto

#encanto #encanto julieta #encanto julieta madrigal #julieta encanto #julieta madrigal encanto #julieta madrigal #fictional birthday #october #october 17th

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acewithapaintbrush · 1 year

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For the valentines prompts: “see, this is the true meaning of valentine’s day.” “box wine and enough candy to kill a horse?!” “you heard me.” Encanto: Brunos and his sisters being aroace Allies by celebrating happy to be single day with him

Bruno can hear footsteps outside of his hiding place and heaves a deep and long suffering sigh. It was to be expected, after all.

"Alright, alright", he mutters as the door of the closet slowly opens and a beam of light hits his face. He doesn't look up. "Please spare me your disappointed frown, Mama. I wasn't hiding. I was just… looking for something and -"

He is interrupted by what feels like hundreds of small projectiles raining down on top of him. Bruno flinches and holds his arms up to cover his head, but it's more out of surprise than pain. When the attack is over he opens his eyes and sees dozens of small candies wrapped in colorful paper scattered around his crouched form. There are also some chocolates.

When he looks up it's not his mother but his two sisters who are standing in the doorway. Pepa is holding a basket upside down over his head, probably the same basket that had contained all the candy, and regards him with a wide grin. Julieta stands behind her and is holding two bottles of wine, also smiling.

"Make room, loser." Pepa commands and immediately squeezes herself into the closet. Bruno scoots backwards, crushing chocolate and candy beneath his butt on the way. Julieta wedges herself inside on his other side and pulls the door closed behind her. Pepa has a small sun hovering over her head, a clear sign of her good mood. It allows Bruno to stare into their faces and actually see them stare back.

"What do you want?"

"What do you mean, what do we want?" Pepa snarks back.

Julieta giggles and opens one of the bottles of wine. There are no cups, but no matter how well Alma has raised them, they have never really needed cups when it came to alcohol. Prim and proper Julieta takes a large sip right from the bottle before passing it on to her brother.

"We are here to show you the true meaning of Valentine's day."

Bruno winces at the mention of today's date. But where his mother has hounded him with demands to give chocolates to pretty much all the girls in hopes of one of them accepting them (and him), he knows that his sisters understand why he can't and doesn't want to do that.

He takes a mouthful of the wine and absent-mindedly notices that it's his favorite before passing it back to Juli. What did he do to deserve such wonderful sisters?

"So the true meaning is wine and enough candy to kill a horse?"

"I said what I said." Julieta leans around him and nudges Pepa. "Little miss popular got so much candy and chocolate, if she ate it all herself she would explode."

Pepa preens. Bruno picks one of the candies up and throws it into her hair. "So I'm getting your leftovers? Harsh!" He notices a small heart-shaped box that she holds on her lap and tries to snatch it away. Pepa lifts it out of his reach. "What about those?"

"No! Those are not for sharing. Those are mine!"

Julieta swings the bottle in an arch. Bruno has a feeling that it's not the first one she's started today. "Those are from Feeee-liiiiix", she sing-songs in a mocking tone.

Pepa snatches the bottle out of her hand. "Shut it, Juli! Don't think I didn't notice you squirreling away the pot of honey Gus gave you."

Bruno unwraps one of the candies and watches his sisters bicker back and forth. When he puts it into his mouth the taste is very sweet.

The true meaning of Valentine's day, huh? Despite everything, he thinks he can get behind that one.

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Ahhhh aroace Bruno my beloved! Thanks for this wonderful prompt

I'm accepting prompts until February 14th💕

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto prompts #encanto triplets #encanto bruno madrigal #Encanto Pepa madrigal #Encanto Julieta madrigal #Aroace Bruno Madrigal #Aro Bruno madrigal #disney encanto #answered ask

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jacarandaaaas · 1 month

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the way I don’t even know anything about this card game i just saw new mirabel design and !!!!

wish other madrigals had new outfits too but atleast mirabel got one!

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #disney’s encanto #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal

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novthewolf · 5 months

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Encanto Masterlist

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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Camilo x Reader Headcanons

Camilo proposing to you

Camilo taking care of you while you're sick

Yandere!Camilo x Reader

Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic

Camilo simping over Reader

Camilo x insecure!reader

Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include

Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include

Jealous!Camilo x Reader

Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh

Stealing Camilo's ruana would include

Camilo comforting you when you're crying

Camilo simping over Magical!Reader

Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time

Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader

Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you

Dancing with Camilo Madrigal

Imagine :

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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity

Imagine : None

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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Pepa x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons

Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews

Imagine :

None

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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include

Imagine :

None

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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

None

Imagine :

Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :

None

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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons

Imagine :

None

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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]

Headcanons :

Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader

Imagine :

None

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