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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Not enough (Bruno x Reader)

For @tolkien-fantasy hope you like it

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You sighed and tried to block the pain from your mind as you let Casita help you to the nearest chair. You were sick of this, of not being able to do things by yourself and having to depend not only on your family, but on the house itself. It's not that you weren't grateful, but each day you felt more like a burden than a person.

"Thank you Casita" you whispered

You didn't even pay attention to the little tile that waved in greeting, you were too busy gently rubbing your hands and trying to hold back the angry tears that stung in your eyes.

You really missed the time when you could do more things, when you could run, jump, cook, play with your nieces and nephew, when simply moving from one chair to another was not an almost impossible herculean task for you. A time that seemed so far away now.

It started just three years after your wedding. You and Bruno were at your best, just enjoying each other's company, being goofy and happy, you had even made plans to make your family bigger (even if he turned red as soon as you mentioned it), it was all so perfect. Until the first blackout.

It had happened out of nowhere, one moment you were buying books with Pepa and the next everything had suddenly gone dark. By the time you woke up, you were already at home, in your bed, with the whole family looking at you with concern while Julieta tried to bring down your fever. Your sister-in-law didn't know what caused it, and despite what she might say, the soft smiles she gave you and how much she cared for you, you knew that a part of her had never stopped feeling guilty, because no matter how much magical food she gave you, you never healed.

Things had only gotten worse for you since that day, blackouts occurring more and more frequently, your joints and muscles getting weaker, condemning you to a life of constant pain. At first, you didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to worry Bruno or give Julieta more work, but when Pepa had to carry you back in her arms because your legs couldn't bear your weight anymore, you had to admit that something was wrong with you.

Your husband hardly ever left your side since then, saying that he didn't help the town much anyway. Alma accepted it, too worried that something could happen to the person she saw as another child, Julieta scolded you for not going to her every time something hurt and Pepa had made it her mission not to lose sight of you in the strange times when her brother was not with you.

"You can't leave me alone with those two, Y/N" she had told you "I'd go crazy"

"You already are" you teased softly

She smiled at you, but you could see in her eyes the same fear that invaded them all. They never told you anything, but you knew that Bruno had tried to look into your future to find out how he could help you or what would happen to you, when would you get better? But he never shared that vision, and deep inside you knew the answer: you never would.

It was hard at first, but you were strong for him, because you knew that the only person more terrified than you was your husband. He was afraid of losing you, of not being able to do anything for you, and even though you felt the same fear of leaving him, you decided that you couldn't let that paralyze you, that regardless of whether you had much or little time left, you were going to enjoy it with your family.

Your nieces and nephew were quick to get used to your situation. Isabela tried to act as if she could take care of you by herself, she would spend afternoons with you after school and she would fill your hair with beautiful flowers to cheer you up when you felt bad. Often she and Camilo competed over who could make you smile the most.

Luisa was extremely careful with you. She had just gotten her gift just two years before and she was terrified of hurting you with her strength, so she was content to just talk to you from the door. Mirabel, your precious butterfly, was the one who kept you the most company.

The girl was a miracle, you had told Julieta, who lit up the whole room with her mere presence. It didn't matter if Pepa or Bruno were keeping you company, Mirabel was always, always by your side, telling you how her day had gone, what things she had found, showing you her drawings and simply making you feel warmer every time she smiled at you.

However, everyone knew that it was Dolores who took care of you the most. The girl was silent, but her gift had turned out to be the most useful in helping you. She was always aware of you, your heart rate, your breathing, everything. If you started to get agitated, the girl immediately warned any adult who was nearby, she was like your little personal sentinel, always watching over you even if she wasn't around.

So you weren't surprised when Bruno rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own feet. You smiled lovingly at him when he dropped in front of you with concern etched on his face. You were pleasantly surprised how after so many years, he was still incredibly handsome in your eyes and how he could look at you with such love and adoration, as if he hadn't spent the last few years practically having to shadow you.

"What happened?" he asked worried

"Nothing" you smiled "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm fine, Casita helped me"

He smiled back gently, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather. That was another thing he knew you hated: that nowadays your conversations were just to say who had helped you. There were no longer funny stories, innocent gossip or funny anecdotes, your life was slowly ending between the same walls.

"Amor..." you whispered

"Yes?"

"...please"

Your husband's expression changed to one of intense pain. It wasn't the first time you had this conversation, that you begged him to tell you what he had seen in that vision. You weren't stupid, you knew there was no cure, otherwise Julieta's food would have already worked, you didn't want to know how it would happen, if it would be painful or if you would go off quietly between dreams. All you wanted to know was how much time you had.

"Y/N -" he started

"I need to know, Bruno" you interrupted him "I don't even know if I'll make it to next Christmas"

It was a depressing thought, because it was September, and if it weren't for the intense pain you felt all the time and that had gotten worse in recent weeks, you wouldn't be making such a suggestion knowing that Dolores was listening to you. But you felt that now was not the time to be careful.

"Mi vida-"

"Please" you begged "...just tell me, how much time do I have?"

Bruno looked at you with an intense mix of fear, pain, and regret, but with a flash of love, love so deep you could almost feel it in your very bones. He sighed and took your hands gently. His grip was shaky and you knew, even before the words left his mouth, that his response was causing him great pain.

"Not enough"

#reader insert #x reader #bruno madrigal preferences #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno magridal #encanto preferences #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #encanto

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miracles-and-butterflies · 4 months

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And why exactly Luminous Luisa decided to smash the old hag?

Many reasons.

Long story short, his treatment of herself and the rest of her family, in particular her sisters.

I won’t discuss the obvious things - Isabela being giftless, Bruno leaving, etc.

With herself, Luisa was the perfect golden child. She was built up to be as powerful as goddess, she always had to be strong and unaffected, while also remaining in complete control of her gift and emotions.

Sometimes she had to force herself into certain feelings for particular weather patterns that the town relied on (such as good weather for crops). She would have to find ways to make herself feel whatever was needed, not that she could ever let said feelings show - she had to appear unaffected, even in her emotions. To the point, she was viewed as just controlling the weather; the townspeople have mostly forgotten it is attached to her emotions and not something she just clicks her fingers for.

Having to always be strong also meant she’s never seen a doctor and has never been healed by Mirabel - she has snuck some of Mirabel’s cooking at night, but she doesn’t know what does what: sometimes she guesses right, most she doesn’t. She just been left to be sick or injured and just has to force herself work and smile through it. Such things can pile up and make her feel worse.

Mirabel has basically been feeding an entire town since her fifth birthday, being the superior medical professional in Encanto. Pedro made the decision that most of the food should just be made by Mirabel, as her gift will keep everyone healthy and it’ll be more effective.

Subsequently, she is ridiculously overworked. Do remember that she is still attending school throughout this and has the highest grades of her family (second only to Dolores). She has never received any kind of break, not even her birthday or family occasion, because Pedro does not want anyone to lose someone like he lost his Alma. Pedro often remakes that she’s lucky she still gets sleep and frequently calls her a failure/useless. The first time he did so was after a funeral - the person had been come down with a sickness - gesturing to the coffin and the heartbroken family over the grave.

Then, of course, there is her sensitive nature and squeamishness. Which is the only reason she’s never managed to succeed Luisa in his affections. He’s used the same technique as he does in Imperfect, forcing Mirabel to see severe injuries stupidly young, albeit not as often (his main focus was Luisa here, once he gave up on Mirabel a few months after her birthday). He is fairly rough with her and has definitely caused minor injuries, but nothing to the extent of Fracture.

It’s him hitting Mirabel (in front of Luisa and Isabela, just after their reconciliation moment) that officially makes Luisa snap. The rest was just boiling away over time and she would have done so eventually anyways.

#encanto #encanto luminous au #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pedro madrigal

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gamerbearmira · 4 months

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Could we get some colored art of that fashion designer au? I gotta see the Madrigals in high fashion clothing. Mirabel would totally have a fashion collection based on her family, either a separate collection for each member or one big collection for the whole family

OF COURSE!!

It’s not really high fashion. More like medium fashion but definitely very different from the more simple style. Then again, Mirabel is quite literally a trend setter, same with Camilo so like. Yeah. Also??? Originally I finished this yesterday, but only with Pepa’s group. Decided to do the others on a whim today. Drawing and coloring with a finger takes so long, but I apologize 💀💀 I kept falling asleep 🌚🌚

Anyway clothes. Can you tell I don’t design them often 😭 like my ocs have the most basic clothing. I used a reference and I still don’t think they’re very good, but that’s because I got a lil lazy 🤧🤞🏾 I do like Pepa’s, Alma’s and. Sort of Bruno. Don’t ask Mirabel how she got vision pieces to stick onto Bruno’s pants. Cause she’ll just smile and not give a straight answer.

These were from the fashion show that was also Antonio’s first one, so Mirabel was nervous. I mean, she’s nervous every show, but like, she didn’t wanna screw up Antonio’s first one. Took a lot of calming down.

And yeah, there’s a massive collection (some unreleased), and there’s the whole family, and then individually, I’d say about 3 or 4 per member, build up over the years.

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto alma #encanto felix #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto Agustin #encanto isabela #encanto dolores #encanto luisa #encanto camilo #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #fashion designer au

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yellowcry · 4 months

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How can I go on?

Why did it have to be her? She was the purest person to ever walk on the earth and never done anything wrong. What the hell was wrong with this world? Luisa just wanted her back

This is set/inspired by reincarnation au by @miracles-and-butterflies

Yes, gift time! I've tried to keep your characters writing

Luisa was furious.

How did everyone dare to be so happy? How did they all dare to live their lives like nothing happened? How could they smile and have these stupid conversations with each other when she had lost her life, buried under the rubble? Luisa hadn't found her head, no matter how long she searched for it, tossing all the debris over and over again until her fingers would get worn down to the meat. It's not like it was important, Luisa was always the strongest person except for the moment when she actually had to be strong, but she didn't manage to save her .

Hell, there wasn't even a proper mourning. No mourning at all. No one fucking cared about her. But why would they? It was the same back when she was still alive. Maybe if anyone actually cared: if their parents had said that they actually loved her, if Isabela wasn't a fucking spoiled bitch, if Abu- Alma didn't treat her like shit if Luisa had spent just a bit more time with her instead of working Maybe she wouldn't try to look for that stupid candle. Maybe she would still be alive.

Why did it have to be her ? Why couldn't anyone else be in her place? Why couldn't it be Dolores, who never interfered until it was too late? Why couldn't it be Camilo, who had always been a jerk? Why couldn't it be Bruno whose fucking tower beheaded her just for him to return the next morning, stealing the only bits of attention anyone cared to give to her ? Why couldn't it be Luisa herself, who didn't manage to save her? She was the purest person to ever walk on the earth and never done anything wrong. What the hell was wrong with this world? If God was real, Luisa hated them with a burning passion. This world wasn't fucking fair. It had stolen her. The last person who deserved it. It took an innocent child and deprived her on everything.

Luisa wanted to blow out that freaking magic herself, destroy it in the way it had destroyed her , bury it under the rocks, to tear Casita to shreds even before it was rebuilt, make it feel the slightest glimpse of pain she had felt.

Being with family was hell. Each time Luisa saw their faces, she wanted to yell at everyone. They weren't good enough, never paid enough attention to her. How did they dare to even call themselves her family? They didn't deserve her. Luisa didn't deserve her. Laughter was streaking Luisa's ears louder than the sound of the house falling apart. The sound of the house falling on her. The fact that people still lived as if nothing happened, as if she didn't die, as if Luisa was deficiently strong enough to save her.

And she was snapping at everyone. Her family, townspeople, visitors whom she hadn't met before at all. How dare they enjoy their lives when she was gone? How dare they walk and laugh with their loved ones? How dare the word keep spinning around?

The worst part was when the family tried to confront Luisa. Or just stood upon her.

Luisa was just getting some water. Because she had been saying that it was important to stay hydrated as long as Luisa remembered her being able to talk.

"Agh!" Luisa winced, bulking slightly from a sudden obstacle, the water jumped over the brim, spilling on Luisa's blouse. Isabela huffed, looking up at her. "Look where you're going. You almost knocked me off."

Luisa just rolled her eyes, brushing off her clothes with her free hand. Of course, Isabela just couldn't keep her dirty mouth shut. "Do you think I give a fuck?"

"Listen here, you're acting like a fucking bitch," Isabela narrowed her eyes. "You've been lashing out at everyone like a wild dog!" Her voice got louder, almost ringing like the screams of a beheaded girl.

"Well, excuse me for being fucking sad when my hermanita died," Luisa growled, squeezing the glass in her palm.

"She was my—"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP," Luisa yelled at her as Isabela dared to say anything, the glass shattered in her grip like her life, breaking into tiny pieces. "She was my sister, not yours. You never gave a shit about her." The younger girl was breathing heavily, her fists shaking from rage. "I bet you're actually happy that she's gone, aren't you, Bela?"

Isabela's eyes darkened as she lifted her head, locking eyes with Luisa. "Are you crazy or what? How could you even assume that?"

"If you weren't a spoiled brat, she would be alive." Luisa voiced angrily through her clenched teeth.

The oldest out of the two roared, stomping her foot in rage. "Excuse me?! Do you think I'm to blame for what happened?" She looked almost as outraged as Luisa was. "Well, what a wonderful world you have," She grabbed Luisa's blouse and pulled it, probably trying to force her to lean closer, but it didn't work. "Everyone is bad, everyone is to blame. Everyone except you, because you're such a good big sister who could do no wrong." Isabela scoffed, placing her hands on her sides.

Luisa's world burst into red. Her body reacted before her mind could even proceed it. A strong palm grabbed Isabela's neck, making her gasp in shocked terror as Luisa began to squeeze it. Flowers tried to pull them away, but they were no use against immerse strength. Maybe Luisa could just rip her head off all along, avenge her sister. The free hand was held in a tight fist that stung a little but Luisa couldn't care less.

After maybe ten seconds the angry reaction calmed down and Luisa threw Bela on the floor. The latter immediately reached for her neck, feeling fresh red bruises that were left here from a tight grip. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She muttered, looking at Luisa from the floor.

The younger sister didn't answer and just passed over her. As she was out of Isabela's sight, she unclenched her palm which was still painful, and noticed shreds of glass digging into her skin. The leftovers of what used to be a glass. Luisa stared at the bright blood, running down her hand. Isabela would probably make a scene with adults later. Luisa cared about this as much as about the glass that was stuck in her hand. She didn't care about Isabela, she didn't care about their parents, she didn't care about Alma she didn't care about herself.

She wanted her back.

She wanted Mirabel back.

#encanto #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto au #encanto reincarnation au

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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"Mama? What are you doing up so early?"

At the voice of her son, Alma whirls around and almost drops the little tumbler of green paint in her left hand. Good thing she had just lifted the brush away from her canvas or she might have done some irreparable damage.

"Brunito! You're up early."

"How about, never went to sleep? " Before his Mama can scold him again for his unhealthy sleeping habits, Bruno steps up next to her in front of the family tree and changes the subject. "So it's that time of the year already? The colors still look good, if you ask me."

Alma shakes her head. "No. Not all of them." She caresses his faded depiction on the mural. Bruno follows her fingers, swallows and avoids his eyes. He doesn't want to admit it, but the fading of his counterpart on the family tree has been the most painful development during the last ten years.

Its position in the sun always meant that his mother has to give the colors a little touch-up at least once a year. She would usually use that time to also renew it, update the appearances of her grandchildren a little. Or, like 5 years ago, add another little boy entirely.

But over the last ten years Bruno's part had been neglected. No touch-up for the forsaken son. Every year a little bit less present. Every year a little bit less vibrant. Less important.

Less loved?

"It was too hard.", his mother whispers into the morning air. Everyone else is still asleep. "I would put the brush to your part of the family tree and just… freeze. Sometimes I was so angry and intentionally skipped you because I wanted to punish you for leaving. Sometimes I was so scared that I would start and mess it up because what if I had forgotten what you looked like?"

"Mama I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize." She cups his face and smiles a little when a bit of green paint smudges his cheek. Alma tries to rub it away, but only manages to make it worse. "Ay. I'm making a mess. Always making a mess, your old Mama."

Bruno takes her hand and squeezes it. He can feel the paint in his beard. It reminds him of easier times, when his sisters and him were little and still allowed to help coloring the mural.

"I should have done this weeks ago. I'm the one who needs to apologize." She squares her shoulders and smiles. "But I'm gonna make it up to you. I'm gonna make you the most handsome man on that tree. My beautiful, handsome bebe!"

"Mama!" Bruno laughs. "Just a few less grey hairs will suffice."

"Any more requests?"

"Well, if you ask me like that…"

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Camilo and Mirabel admire the repainted family tree. Finally their tio is just as colorful as the rest of the family. It's about time.

Mirabel leans closer and straightens her glasses with a frown on her face.

"What is it?" Camilo asks.

"This grey smudge." Mirabel mumbles and points to something small between Tio Bruno's neck and curls. "Doesn't that look like a little rat?"

Camilo leans closer as well. Both of them stare at the rat-shaped smudge, then at each other, wondering if Abuela would really be so whimsical as to add something like that to the beloved, sacred family tree.

"Nah!" They drawl at the same time.

(It is, in fact, a little rat. But maybe that can stay a secret between the artist and the muse.)

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This was inspired by @glitternightingale and @vaguewaves post about how maybe Alma is the one who painted the family tree

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #madrigal family #encanto headcanons #bruno fanfic #abuela alma madrigal #Madrigal family tree #disney encanto

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 2 months

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To say that being a single mother of triplets was tough would be an understatement, especially for Alma Madrigal. Not only that her children would run circles around her whenever they could, but their development was visibly different, despite being the same age. It has become more apparent now that the triplets have recently turned three years old. Julieta and Pepa were saying so many words and even Pepa started reading the signs they saw on their walks in the village. Bruno, on the other hand, was not saying anything. Every time sound came out of his mouth, it was still completely incomprehensible.

While Julieta and Pepa both understand what Bruno was trying to communicate, mainly because he smiles or nods most of the time they are together, Alma still thought about what would happen when they started school the coming fall. She did not want to hold Bruno back, she wanted him to go to school with his sisters. At the same time, she was concerned about the fact that none of the preschools in the Encanto was going to enroll him unless his language improved.

It was not until one day when Alma’s fears would begin to shrink. She picked the triplets up from daycare one Friday afternoon and the mother and children walked through the village together. One of her friends, Rosa, saw her and she stopped to talk to her.

“Hola, Alma! I know you told me about how concerned you were about Bruno’s language, but I found someone that I think would help!” Rosa said.

“You did?” Alma responded.

“Si; there’s a speech and occupational therapist that just transferred to the Encanto, Dr. Valeria Martinez.”

Rosa then handed Alma a small business card with Dr. Martinez’s name and address handwritten on it. She looked at the business card and smiled before putting it in her dress pocket.

“Gracias, Rosa! I hope to get to see her on Monday with Bruno and talk to her about what’s been going on.”

“De nada, Alma; and good luck!”

Alma hugged her friend with a smile and continued walking with the triplets. They continued walking in the village square until they got back to Casita and the triplets dropped their backpacks on the couch. The three went into the living room to play with their toys and Alma sat on the couch in the courtyard and took Dr. Martinez’s business card out of her dress pocket. She stared at the card and smiled.

“I hope my prayers will be answered with you.”

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Once Monday rolled around, Alma took the triplets to Dr. Martinez’s office after picking them up from daycare. They walked into the office to see Dr. Martinez sitting at her desk and sat in front of her.

“Hola! You’re here for a consultation?” Dr. Martinez asked.

“Si; my friend gave me your business card and I wanted to talk to you about doing a session with my son, Bruno. I have triplets and I’ve been noticing he’s not meeting the same language milestones as his sisters and now that they all turned three, it’s beginning to concern me. I don’t want to hold him back when they start preschool next year, but I know none of the preschools in the Encanto are going to enroll him unless he can at least acquire some language skills,” Alma explained to the therapist.

Dr. Martinez took the notes in her pad. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since Julieta started talking. Pepa started talking super early and even started saying three and four-syllable words before their second birthday. I originally figured Bruno was just going to be a little bit delayed since Pepa and Julieta started talking at different times. But now that they’re three and he’s still not talking, it’s worrying me.”

Dr. Martinez continued writing what Alma was saying in her notes. “Would it be okay if I took Bruno into my office so I can get to know him a little bit more?”

Alma nodded and Dr. Martinez and Bruno made their way to her office as Alma waited in the front with Julieta and Pepa. They sat at a little table together and faced each other. Bruno looked at Dr. Martinez and studied her as she smiled at him.

“Hi, Bruno! I’m Dr. Martinez. Would you like a toy?”

Bruno stared at Dr. Martinez and reached out for her arm. He squealed in excitement and began feeling her arm until he started to hold her hands. He smiled and Dr. Martinez gently removed his hands and got up from the table. She came back with a shape sorting cube and gave it to Bruno. She took out the star toy and showed it to him.

“Star,” Dr. Martinez said as she showed the toy to him.

She then put the star inside the star hole. Bruno smiled and tried to repeat her, and sound was coming out, but he could not get the syllables. Instead, he grabbed the circle toy and put it in the circle hole.

“Circle,” Dr. Martinez emphasized.

Bruno made another noise that was incomprehensible. He tried as hard as he could to say “circle”, but all he could do was make the same incomprehensible noises he’s been making this entire time. Dr. Martinez continued writing notes in her pad as Bruno continued playing with the shape sorter and making noises.

For the rest of the session, Dr. Martinez brought out more toys and said more words associated with the toys as Bruno attempted to say them. He continued playing with the toys until the hour they had together was finished.

Bruno and Dr. Martinez came back to the front after their session to see Alma, Julieta, and Pepa waiting for them. Bruno ran to Julieta and Pepa and they hugged him as tightly as they could. Dr. Martinez took out her notes to review the session to Alma.

“During our session, it seems to be clear that he’s trying his hardest to repeat what is being said to him. The sound is coming out, but he’s having trouble with the syllables. My best suggestion would be to focus on very specific syllables before having him speak full words. I have a couple of exercises that could help him in this folder,” Dr. Martinez explained as she gave Alma the folder she mentioned.

Alma went through the folder and found several sheets with specific syllables for Bruno to work on at home. “Gracias, Dr. Martinez; this should help Bruno with the first step in speaking.”

Dr. Martinez smiled and shook Alma’s hand. “I hope this will help him. I’ll see you next week.”

Alma and the triplets left the office and walked back to Casita. Julieta and Pepa asked Bruno lots of questions about Dr. Martinez and if she was nice. While Bruno could not answer with words, the girl still knew that he liked her.

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Several weeks have passed, and Bruno has made progress with pronouncing one syllable at a time. While he has not said a word just yet, Alma was feeling optimistic about his speech because of the progress he was making. It was not until one early spring day when the triplets were drawing together in Casita’s courtyard when Alma’s prayers would be answered.

“Look what I drew!” Pepa exclaimed as she held up her drawing of herself, Julieta, and Bruno together outside on a sunny day under a rainbow.

“I love that picture!” Julieta replied.

The girls expected Bruno to make another noise to show how much he liked the picture, but instead, he pointed to where Pepa drew herself. He did not remove his finger from the paper and opened his mouth to try and say what he wanted to say.

“Pepa!” Bruno said in a way that was still a little bit slurred, but still pretty easy to understand.

Julieta and Pepa looked at Bruno simultaneously in shock as their mouths dropped open. Before they could run to their mother, Bruno pointed at the picture again, but this time, to where Pepa drew Julieta.

“Juli!” Bruno said as he smiled.

Julieta’s and Pepa’s smiles grew wider as they screamed in excitement. Alma overheard her daughters’ screaming and ran into the courtyard from the kitchen, originally assuming somebody got hurt.

“¿Qué está sucediendo? Is everyone alright?” Alma asked as she saw her triplets still on the floor together.

“Did you hear Bruno?” Pepa asked, still smiling.

“He said our names!” Julieta added.

“I… I showed him my drawing and he pointed to me in the drawing and said my name! Then he pointed to Julieta and said her name!”

Alma looked at Bruno and he pointed at Pepa’s drawing of herself again! “Pepa!” he said again and smiled. Alma put her hand on her mouth and cried tears of joy. Bruno pointed at Julieta on Pepa’s drawing and said “Julieta!”

Alma continued crying and picked Bruno up and hugged him. She cried more in his ruana and Bruno hugged her back. Julieta and Pepa ran up to Alma and hugged her and reached for Bruno to give him a hug.

“Mama!” Bruno said as he went back to hug his mother.

Alma’s eyes widened and she looked at Bruno when she heard him say “mama.” She held him closer and tighter as she cried more. “Asi es! Mama! I’m Mama, Brunito! Mama!”

Alma put Bruno down and Julieta and Pepa gave him the tightest hug they possibly could. Bruno hugged his sisters back and they sat back on Casita’s couch together. Alma went back into the kitchen, still crying tears of joy, as the triplets continued drawing their pictures together while waiting for dinner to be ready.

“Bruno talks!” Pepa pointed out as she and Julieta hugged again.

“Bruno talks!” Julieta repeated.

“Bruno!” Bruno repeated when he heard his sisters say his name.

Julieta and Pepa looked at each other, and then at Bruno. They screamed again and looked at Bruno in excitement and hugged him once more. “You’re saying more words, Bruno!” Pepa yelled.

Bruno smiled and hugged his sisters back until Alma came back to the courtyard from the kitchen. She saw her triplets still celebrating Bruno’s milestone and sat on the couch until her children were finished screaming.

“Dinner’s ready, mijos.”

The triplets ran into the kitchen for dinner and to tell Alma about how Bruno just said his own name.

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The months following the triplets’ first official day of preschool saw much more progress in Bruno’s language. Ever since he said his sisters’ names for the first time, he was pointing to more objects and saying more words. Dr. Martinez has noticed this progress during every one of Bruno’s speech sessions since. At his first session after the triplets’ fourth birthday, Dr. Martinez noticed he was much closer to being on par with the rest of his peers in his language development.

Bruno was talking more to his classmates and Julieta and Pepa could even have more conversations with him. This also helped Bruno build his confidence over time. In their toddler class, his teachers did not think he was going to meet the same milestones as his sisters because of his language delay and he was not verbally telling his teachers anything. Now that he is speaking more, his teachers have noticed he understood what they were saying the entire time, he was just having trouble verbally expressing himself.

Bruno left his session with Dr. Martinez, feeling more confident than he ever was before. He not only was saying more words, but was also saying short phrases.

“How was your session?” Alma asked as she and the triplets started walking into the village and back to Casita.

“I liked it!” Bruno responded with a smile.

“Was it fun?” Julieta asked.

“It was!”

The Madrigals continued walking and talking about Bruno’s session. The fact that Alma could have a conversation with Bruno now made all of her fears disappear. She could finally understand him and she felt like she could have a stronger relationship with him; and Bruno loved having a better relationship with his mother and sisters.

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foreveranevilregal · 1 year

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Basic trope I really want to see😌:

Pepa and Felix just started dating or aren't dating yet, and there's a situation where they have no choice but share the same bed

If you can make it rather super fluff or suggestive but not smut

I'm back! Sorry this took so long, I just really wanted to get the idea right. Enjoy!

“Thank you so much for taking us in, doña Alma,” Félix’s mother gushed as the other woman opened the door to let them in.

“Claro, I am always happy to help, Antonia.” Alma stepped aside to allow the family to enter. “As long as we’re here, no one in our encanto will go unhelped.”

Antonia gave a grateful nod before fixing her youngest with a stern glare. “Of course, we wouldn’t need the help if someone hadn’t used the stove by himself when he knows he’s not supposed to.”

Her pronouncement was met with murmurs from the Madrigal triplets. Julieta let out a soft “Oh, Felipe…”

Felipe turned around guiltily; the edges of his mouth crusted over with crumbs. “Lo siento, mamá,” he mumbled around a mouthful of food. “I was just hungry and thought I could do it myself.”

“You know you shouldn’t touch the stove, it’s dangerous,” his mamá reminded him, though she didn’t sound angry. “I don’t care how hungry you are.”

His tummy grumbled. “Mamá, I’m hungry again.”

Julieta observed the exchange with a sympathetic smile. “Come on, Felipe, I’ll get you some food.” She put a hand on his shoulder and ushered him towards the kitchen.

“Muchas gracias, Julieta.” Antonia offered her a grateful smile. She turned to Alma. “It’ll take at least a week to rebuild the parts that burned down. Are you sure you can have us stay with you for that long?”

“Absolutely.” Alma waved the question aside as if it were the most ridiculous thing in the world. “There is plenty of room in our home. And none of us mind. Right?” She faced her children.

“We’re always happy to see the Castillos,” Julieta said, having returned from the kitchen with a content Felipe, who was munching on some arepas.

Pepa and Bruno fervently nodded their agreement, the former giving Félix’s hand an affectionate squeeze.

“I think Pepa is happier to see one of them more than the rest,” Bruno whispered out of the corner of his mouth to Julieta, just loud enough for Pepa to hear.

Julieta flashed him a warning look through the fog that had suddenly enveloped them. “Don’t, Bruno.”

He offered an apologetic shrug to Pepa and Félix, both of whose cheeks heated with embarrassment.

Alma watched the situation unfold in front of her. “Which brings me to sleeping arrangements.” She clasped her hands in front of herself. “Félix, you can sleep in Bruno’s room,” she decided, preempting any argument. “Bruno will, of course, be happy to share with you.”

Bruno appeared doubtful at the pronouncement. “Of course, mamá.” He clapped a hand on Félix’s back. “Guess we’re bunking together. Come on, let’s get your stuff put away.”

Pepa also seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of having Félix whisked away but made no attempt to argue. Reluctantly, she dropped his hand from her own and allowed him to walk away with Bruno.

“Now the rest of the children…” Alma pursed her lips in thought. “Unfortunately, Bruno doesn’t do too well with lots of people around, so you’ll have to sleep elsewhere. Julieta will provide you with some cots. There is plenty of room for everyone in this house.” She swept her hand around the empty space to illustrate her point.

“We’ll figure something out,” Julieta promised, frowning slightly as she surveyed the remaining members of the Castillo family still standing in the hallway. “Casita hasn’t let us down yet.” She helped the family gather their belongings and led them upstairs.

Only Alma and Pepa were left in the hallway now. Pepa played with the edges of her hair anxiously. Leave it to Bruno to embarrass her in front of both their mother and Félix’s entire family. Their relationship was still so new, and they didn’t need unnecessary attention drawn to it.

They stood together, the awkward silence permeating the air around them. Alma studied Pepa, tilting her head to one side gently. Meanwhile, Pepa wondered what to say. Should she even say anything? Sure, it was nice of her mamá to offer to house the displaced Castillos for the time being, but was it her place to say something? Would it come off weird? Her fingers snagged on errant tangles in her unruly hair as she pondered what to do.

Finally, Alma rendered her dilemma a moot point, declaring that she should get back to work and leaving the implication that Pepa should do the same unstated. On her way out, she placed a hand on Pepa’s shoulder, facing her. “The Castillos are a good family.” She cleared her throat. “Félix, he’s a good boy, from a good family.” A slight smile curled the corners of her lips. “You chose well.”

Before Pepa could even process her words, Alma was gone. Did her mother finally approve of one of her decisions? She’d heard an earful about her previous romantic partners (though she’d presented most of them as good friends…). But she had nothing but good things to say about Félix.

What was that comment about him being from a good family though? Was that her roundabout way of warning Pepa not to sneak in to see him during the night? Well, Pepa wasn’t going to do that anyway. She valued her life, and she didn’t put it past Casita (or her siblings, for that matter) to rat her out.

No, Pepa would be good. There you go, mamá, she thought. A good girl from a good family. Of course, she’d rather fall asleep in Félix’s arms. He was so comforting and warm, driving all her worries away instantly and lulling her to sleep. Not that it happened a lot. There was that one night when they’d accidentally fallen asleep together in the meadow, but it was only once. Julieta had covered for her, but it wasn’t like they’d even done anything. Okay, she wouldn’t exactly want to tell her mother everything that happened, but she could honestly say that they didn’t do anything bad (according to her mother’s definition, anyway. She didn’t think it was bad, but she wasn’t about to provoke her mother’s wrath).

Sighing, she swatted at the fog that had collected around her and went to distract herself by keeping busy. The less she thought about Félix sleeping under the same roof as her, the easier this would be to bear.

~ ~ ~

“Are you sure about this?” Félix sounded uncharacteristically nervous.

“Don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” Bruno arched an eyebrow skeptically.

“No, no, I haven’t!” Félix reassured him. “But what if it doesn’t work? Your mamá can be…scary.” He shuddered.

“It’ll work. Trust me.” Bruno fiddled with the door, turning a variety of knobs shaped like hourglasses. “Just gotta…” His tongue wedged between his teeth in concentration as he finally positioned the last one and the heavy door swung open. “Tada!” He proclaimed, stepping aside to allow Félix in.

Félix stepped inside, taking it all in. “It’s gotten bigger since the last time I was here,” he observed. Frowning, he tapped the side of his sandal against a nearby rock to knock off the sand.

“Yeah, people are asking for bigger visions, so I need more space,” Bruno explained, mirroring his action. “You get used to it.” He tilted his head towards the now sandy rock.

“Ah.” Félix sounded unconvinced. “So…do I just wait for your signal or?”

Bruno smacked his forehead. “Lo siento, hombre, thought I explained the plan to you already. We’re just going to wait a while until it’s time for bed and then,” he took a dramatic breath, “the show begins.”

Félix must have still appeared hesitant because Bruno clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’s all going to be good,” he promised, sounding uncharacteristically confident. “I think you need a distraction.”

“A distraction would be good,” Félix agreed, dropping his bag on the ground.

“Wonderful.” Bruno clapped his hands then started scrounging around in a small dresser, pulling out a notebook with a triumphant flourish. “Because I just finished writing my play and I’ve been looking for an audience.”

“Audience?” Félix looked around the cavernous space, perplexed, before realizing Bruno must have meant him. “Oh…” He recovered quickly. “But if I’m in the audience, who’s going to act it out with you?”

Bruno laughed. “I won’t be acting, hermano. I am the director.” He panned his hands in front of his face dreamily. “No, no. I’ve been training my rats and I think they finally got their parts down.”

“Your…” Félix shook his head in disbelief then shrugged. Looking around for a place to sit, he settled down on a relatively sand-free patch of ground. “I have to see this.”

“Okay.” Bruno pulled the curtain away from a flat rock masquerading as a makeshift stage. “We start off in a small village, deep in the Colombian jungle…”

Sooner than Félix expected, he found himself clapping enthusiastically as the curtain fell. Bruno’s play had certainly been engrossing: dramatic and suspenseful and twisty, winding around like the river that surrounded their town. His eyes were wide as saucers as he’d watched the story unfold; decades of love and betrayal and a family that could never learn from its mistakes. “Bruno, that was amazing.”

“You really think so?” Bruno scooped up the rats scurrying around the stage and deposited them on the ground off to the side. “I’ve been working on it a while.”

“Kept my attention, and I don’t even like stories like that.” Félix snorted. “Still can’t believe almost everyone died. Where do you come up with this stuff?”

Bruno shrugged. “A little from here, a little from there.” He mimed plucking fruit out of the air. “Inspiration is everywhere.”

Félix just laughed in response.

Suddenly, Bruno shushed him, ear tilting towards the door.

“Did you just shush-“

“Shh!” Bruno waved his hands around emphatically. “I’m trying to listen.”

Félix concentrated his attention on the door. “I don’t hear anything.”

“Exactly!” Bruno exclaimed. He walked to the door, pressing his ear to the crack just to be sure. “Now’s our chance!”

He led Félix to the door, tossing his bag at him as an afterthought. “All you gotta do is go down these steps, down the hall, take a right, and- well, you know what Pepa’s door looks like.”

Félix chuckled. “That I do. But what if I run into someone?”

Bruno screwed up his features in thought. “Just say I kicked you out because,” he tapped his chin, “I freaked out or something.” He nodded in approval of his own improvisation.

“Say that you kicked me out?” Félix repeated doubtfully.

Bruno tilted his head self-effacingly. “I do weird things all the time.” At the sight of Félix opening his mouth, he held his hand to quell his protests. “Nah, it’s okay, I know I do. Trust me, no one will question it. People have learned better. Just say it had something to do with my visions and no one will dare say anything.”

Félix considered this. “Wait, so do you lie about visions to get out of doing stuff all the time or?”

The rest of his question was cut off by Bruno shoving him out of the room roughly. “I’ve said too much. Now go.” He sent Félix off with a small smile and waggle of his fingers, then swiftly disappeared back into his room.

“Thanks for the help, hombre.” Félix sighed. “Okay. Just gotta make it down to Pepa’s room…”

He got halfway down the hall before running into Alma. “Doña Alma!” He exclaimed, voice squeaking at the end.

“Félix?” She frowned. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with Bruno?”

“Ah, yeah, he, uh, had some kind of vision and said he needed the full space to himself?” Even to Félix, the excuse sounded ridiculous, but Alma merely nodded.

“Claro. Mi pobrecito, he always gets visions at the most inconvenient times, and it’s not like he can just turn them off. But maybe it’s over now. Let’s go check and see.” Alma took him by the arm and began walking him back the way he came.

“¿Qué?” Félix’s eyes widened in horror. “We don’t want to interrupt him if it’s still going on,” he said pleadingly, hoping it was enough to deter the older woman’s quest.

“His visions don’t usually last very long. It should be over by now.” They’d reached his door. Alma rapped on the door sharply. “Bruno!” She called out.

There was no response. Instead, they heard scattered noises from inside.

Alma knocked on the door again, more urgently this time. “Brunito! ¿Estás bien?”

Finally, the door opened to reveal a somewhat winded Bruno. His ruana was disheveled and dusty, like he’d been rolling around in the sand. “Mamá!” He turned from one to the other. “Félix! What are you two doing here?”

Alma placed a hand on his shoulder lovingly. “Félix here told me you were having a vision and we wanted to check on you.”

Bruno rubbed his arm nervously. “Sorry for putting you out there, Félix. Ironically, you can’t predict when you have a vision, huh?” He let out an anxious chuckle. “I’m okay, just need my privacy. For some reason, I can’t see the visions as clearly when there are people around, and I did not want to interrupt this one.”

“Was it something bad? Bruno, you have to tell me…” She stared at him concernedly.

Suddenly, his body went rigid. His eyes were wide open, fixed on something in the distance, gaze unfocused. “It’s coming back.”

Alma and Félix took a step back. “What?”

“The vision! It’s coming back!” Bruno yelled. He began gesticulating wildly with his hands and muttering to himself.

Félix almost bought it, but he heard snippets of the play he’d just seen interspersed with the other ravings. He had to admit, Bruno’s commitment was phenomenal. Trying to act scared, he shuffled behind Alma. “Perhaps we should go, doña Alma,” he suggested timidly.

“I can’t hold it off! You have to leave!” Bruno almost knocked the lamp out of Alma’s hand with a particularly erratic wave.

Frightened, Alma ushered Félix away from the room. “Ay, he suffers so much. I hope he is okay.” Her eyebrows knitted together with worry. “I’ll check on him in the morning. But for now, we need to find you a new place to sleep.”

Not trusting himself to speak, Félix merely nodded.

Alma led him back down the hallway, stopping in front of Julieta’s room. “Her room is filled with extra beds and cots, because of her gift,” she explained, giving the door a couple taps. “She’ll be able to find one for you.”

Julieta opened the door, staring at the pair in shock. “Mamá! Félix! What’s going on?”

“Bruno had a vision, so Félix couldn’t stay with him.”

“Ah.” Julieta pursed her lips. “Is that what all that yelling was?”

Alma nodded. “I ran into Félix in the hallway. I suppose he was on his way down to ask you for a cot, but I figured I’d accompany him.” Her grip on his arm tightened ever so slightly.

“I see.” Julieta gulped. “Well, why don’t you come in, Félix? I’m sure we’ll find you a place to sleep.”

“Gracias, Julieta.” Félix stepped inside. Cots were strewn throughout the room, most of them occupied by his sleeping siblings. “I appreciate you doing this for me.”

Julieta busied herself looking through the supplies piled around. “I’m sure there’s an extra cot here somewhere.” She directed her words more towards the door than Félix standing next to her. “We’ll get you set up in no time.”

“Oh, Félix can take it with him,” Alma said unconcernedly. “The house is big; he’ll find a place to sleep. Besides, it wouldn’t be proper for him to be in here with you.”

Swallowing hard, Julieta nodded. “Of course, mamá. I’ll just give him what he needs and he’ll be on his way.” She struggled with an empty cot that was stuck between two other cots.

“Félix, you’re a strong young man; help Julieta with that cot.” Alma directed them.

“Lo siento.” Félix hefted the cot, smiling uneasily at Alma.

“Bueno.” Alma clapped her hands in satisfaction. “Sleep well. Buenas noches.”

“Buenas noches,” they wished, watching her silhouetted form shrink as she walked down the dark hallway.

As soon as they heard her door close, Félix dropped the cot with a thud. “That was close.”

“I’ll say.” Julieta chewed her lower lip. “This wasn’t the plan. What happened?”

“I was walking towards Pepa’s room when she intercepted me. She took me to check on Bruno and his ‘vision’,” Félix put up air quotes, “then dragged me here.”

“Ay, Bruno.” Julieta shook her head. “He could never pass up the chance to perform.”

“His performance was amazing.” Félix whistled. “I would’ve bought it if I didn’t know about the plan.”

“But you do and we’ve already deviated from it enough,” Julieta fretted. “The more time we spend talking about it, the more likely something else can go wrong. Leave the cot to me; get changed, wash up, and get over to Pepa’s room!” She thrust his rucksack into his arms.

“Thanks for helping me out, Juli,” he said as Julieta walked him to her door.

“Anytime, you guys are adorable, now go!”

For the second time that night, Félix found himself pushed out of a Madrigal triplet’s bedroom.

~ ~ ~

Pepa couldn’t fall asleep. Which wasn’t unusual; her racing thoughts often kept her awake late into the night. But she felt restless tonight. Félix was here, sleeping in the same house, and she hadn’t even gotten the chance to say goodnight to him. He was probably fast asleep now, in Bruno’s cave room, while she tossed and turned all by herself.

A tiny noise came from the direction of the door. Pepa bolted right up. Was someone knocking on her door? Dragging herself out of bed, she went to check.

“Is someone out there?” She whispered, slowly turning the doorknob before anyone could answer. The door creaked open to reveal…

“Félix!” Pepa squealed giddily.

Indeed, he was standing in the hallway before her door, in his nightclothes. “Hola, Pepi.” He waved shyly.

Pepa glanced around from side to side, making sure no one was watching, before yanking him inside and crushing him in a hug. She shut the door behind herself. “It’s the middle of the night. What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining, of course.” She let out a flirty laugh, tucking in a stand of hair behind her ear. “But weren’t you supposed to be sleeping in Bruno’s room? Or cave or whatever,” she added disgustedly.

“Hey, his room isn’t so bad,” Félix defended, sitting down on the bed. “But unfortunately, he had a vision and I couldn’t stay.”

“Tonight?” Pepa asked doubtfully, joining him on the bed and interlacing their fingers.

“Yeah, he said something about the visions being unpredictable.” Félix shrugged. “But he needed complete privacy, so he kicked me out.

“Okay…” Pepa’s eyes narrowed. “So how’d you end up here? Again, not complaining.” She squeezed his hand. “There’s no way mama would allow it!”

“Funny you should mention her.” Félix scooted closer to Pepa. “I ran into her on the way out of Bruno’s room. She took me to Julieta to get a cot.”

“And?”

“Well, obviously, Julieta searched very hard for a cot, but she just couldn’t find one.” Félix wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into himself.

“What? That’s ridiculous. She has like twenty extra cots in there.” Pepa scoffed, leaning her head on his shoulder with a sigh.

“They must have all disappeared, because the only place I could sleep tonight was in your room.” Félix kissed her forehead. “Hope you’re still not complaining.”

The truth finally dawned on her. “Never,” she promised him, making a mental note to thank her siblings when they were out of earshot of their mother. “Come on.” She got into her bed, leaving the covers open and making room for him to lie down. “Sorry the bed’s so small. I wasn’t expecting company.” She turned to face him, beaming.

“It’s perfect, because it has you in it.” Félix kissed her lips.

“Coqueto.” Pepa smacked his arm playfully. “Keep talking like that you’ll get us both in trouble.”

Félix seemed to be considering her point, but then decided, “I’d rather live to old age.”

“Are you sure?” Pepa quirked an eyebrow. “Doesn’t seem like all of you agrees.”

“Stupid small bed,” Félix grumbled, shifting his body away from her. “I’m sorry, Pepa.”

“You don’t have to apologize.” Pepa silenced him with a kiss. “I just wish we didn’t have to be so ‘proper’.” She put up air quotes mockingly.

“We’re in the same bed and we’re not married; doesn’t seem very proper to me,” Félix noted, pulling Pepa back into himself.

“You know what I mean,” she huffed. “But we can still do other things…” She hooked her leg over his enticingly. “Fun things...” She swung herself on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Oh?” Félix sounded intrigued. “Care to show me?”

Dawn came too soon for Pepa’s liking. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when the sun was already out, shining its annoying light into her bedroom when she was trying to sleep. She yawned softly. They’d been up late, talking and kissing, and cuddling and kissing, and kissing, and kissing…

She touched her lips, awestruck. She couldn’t believe that this had actually happened. Félix had slept in her room, held her, kissed her, wrapped himself around her protectively as they finally drifted off to sleep late into the night. For once, Pepa slept through the entire night. No nightmares. No racing thoughts. Just her and the man that she loved, holding her in his arms.

She could get used to this, she mused, snuggling deeper into his embrace. He was still fast asleep. Yet even in his slumber, he held onto Pepa so tightly, like he wouldn’t let anything come between them.

Soon, he’d have to wake up and leave, before her mother would catch them and burst their peaceful little bubble. But not yet. It could wait a bit longer.

Cocooning herself in his arms, she let out a contented sigh. She wouldn’t mind waking up like this for the rest of her life.

#pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma madrigal #pepa x felix #felix x pepa #lilrobinbird #asks #writing answered prompts #writing encanto #writing feliepa #foreveranevilregal writes #why yes bruno is ripping off the same colombian literary masterpiece as in the movie #anyway i'm back guys #i'll write more things

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Okay, you know how Dolores cried when Felix shaved his beard and claimed he wasn't Papi? Same situation with Agustin and Luisa. Man has enough bad luck that I could see him accidentally shaving his mustache off more than a few times.

Agustín has definitely accidentally shaved more than he meant to more than once. Teaching him to shave must have been an interesting experience 😂

The Madrigal adults all clearly remembered Félix's shaving mishap. In fact, it became a favourite story to tell, something to make Dolores laugh and Félix dramatically pretend to be heart-broken all over again.

No one really considered the possibility of a repeat. But, then again, it was Agustín. No one could say they were actually surprised.

Agustín was a well-dressed, well-groomed man. One of the few things Alma had approved of, until he finally won her over. However, shaving could still be tricky. The amount of times he'd gone to Julieta's stall as a teenager after a shaving mishap had made Julieta giggle as she gleefully told her siblings about it.

This time, however, there were no cuts. Agustín arrived at breakfast perfectly unharmed...Sans moustache. It was completely gone.

"Huh." Pepa's eyebrows rose. "You're even more baby-faced than Bruno."

Bruno, only half-awake, yawned and flipped her off when Alma and the children weren't watching. Pepa gleefully flicked him on the forehead.

Agustín only smiled and shrugged. "I, uh, may have shaven more than I meant to," he said. "Had to get rid of it all, it would have looked all lopsided otherwise. It'll grow back."

"It suits you," Julieta said, setting the table. Isabela and Dolores exchanged baffled glances but Isabela was quick to say, "You look nice, Papí."

Luisa, however, took one look at Agustín and burst into tears.

Julieta nearly dropped the tray of glasses she was carrying in shock. Dolores squeaked and clapped her hands over her ears. Isabela flung her arms around the toddler, trying (and failing) to hush her. The adults all rushed to her; seeing no injuries, they were quickly at a loss.

"Ay, bébé, what's wrong?" Agustín asked frantically. She didn't answer him: she looked right at Julieta, continuing to sob.

"Where'd Papí go!?" Luisa wailed.

"Again?" Bruno sighed. "Yikes."

"...Okay, so maybe Félix wasn't over-reacting when it happened," Agustín said. He looked torn between amusement and devastation.

"Corazón, that is Papí," Julieta said gently, lifting Luisa up. "See? Papí's right there."

"But..." Luisa, lip quivering, tapped above her upper lip. "But no hair?"

Pepa snorted. Even Alma cracked a smile.

"He had to cut it," Isabela said, in her best Grown Up voice. "Like getting a haircut."

"...Oh..." Luisa wiped her eyes, peering at Agustín closely, clearly trying to make sure it was indeed her father. Agustín waved at her, giving her a grin.

That seemed to convince her. Luisa sighed in relief and waved back, smiling.

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foggyfanfic · 10 months

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WDTAJN: Carved in Stone

"Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read". A young Bruno gives a vision to the the future artist of the Madrigal mural. Inspired in part by this post.

TW: Death by strangulation

Omar Sanchez stared up at the wall, holding his basket of paint and paint brushes. He had finished Alma’s portrait on Friday, and the paint had had all weekend to dry, meaning it was time for the next Madrigal, the most controversial.

It was time for him to paint Bruno Madrigal.

Technically, Bruno had been missing for about a decade, if Omar neglected to include him, nobody would say a word about it. Not even the Madrigals themselves.

To be frank, people might complain more if he included Bruno than if he didn’t. Leaving the missing prophet unacknowledged may be the safest bet. It would lead to the least arguing, the least angst, and no painful reminders for Omar himself.

But he couldn’t do it. Omar was an artist, his paintings would never hang in a museum, his name would never appear in a gallery, and his work would fade into obscurity soon after his funeral, but he was an artist all the same. His paint is how he spoke, even with something as ordinary as a family portrait, every brush stroke said something.

And there was so much Omar desperately wanted to say to Bruno Madrigal.

Thirty-seven Years Ago

Bruno sat on the bridge to his vision cave, arms braced on the decorative wooden posts holding up the handrail, and feet dangling over the side. He had lost a sandal and was debating if he wanted to bother going to get it. The miracle had recently added yet more stairs to his tower, and he was still getting used to the extra few steps.

In the canyon below him, his sand curtain opened and his Má guided one of the men from town into the room.

Bruno looked down at his feet, one bare, one dangling a sandal, and decided he would just go barefoot. He wiggled his foot until the straps slid free and the sandal fell, down, down, down. He smiled a little when he heard the soft plop of the shoe hitting sand.

Then he stood and dusted himself off, getting ready to greet the man who was now walking up the stairs.

Alone.

At thirteen, Bruno knew he was fully capable of doing these visions without his Má, and he understood that she was very busy. He did. However, he still wished she would at least stay with him for the talking to people part. That was his least favorite part, even if everybody in Encanto was always nice to him.

“Hola Señor,” he greeted, trying to stand up straight, “I am Bruno Madrigal, tell me your question and I will show you what’s to come!”

That sounded good, right? Very official and fortune teller-ish, right?

The man chuckled, “Hola Bruno, I know who you are, I’m Omar. I was at your fourth birthday party, remember?”

“No,” Bruno said, then wondered what was so funny when Omar broke out laughing.

Omar was a tall man, with his first few grays streaking his long hair, and laugh lines telling tales of many happy days. Bruno noted with interest that there was paint on Omar’s sleeve.

“That’s fine, I suppose you were a bit busy playing with the other children,” he gently patted Bruno’s shoulder, “don’t you worry about it.”

Bruno, who hadn’t planned to worry about it but was now worried that he should have been worried, smiled shakily at him, “Oh. Uh, gracias. Did-? What can I-I uh do for you?”

“You can indulge a father and his worries,” Omar said, “my youngest son, Marcus, is making the bi-annual journey into the city with the merchants today, and I would just like to reassure myself he’ll make it there alright.”

“I can do that,” Bruno nodded eagerly, that sounded like an easy vision, and he would love to get a glimpse of the city. More and more lately, people were coming to him to ask about farming, or sick relatives. Which was fine, of course it was fine, he was happy to help however he could, but… he wouldn’t mind if people went back to asking him about rockets and television again.

“Wonderful, thank you mijo, I appreciate it.”

“No problem, come on!” Bruno trotted over to the entrance of his vision cave, and stopped to pick up the candle he used to see his way around the cave once the door was closed. It took him a few tries to strike the match correctly, but Omar didn’t seem to mind. He waited patiently, giving Bruno a quiet smile when he glanced nervously at the older man. He finally got the match to light and he couldn’t help but glance at Omar, beaming when he saw the approving nod.

When he had the candle lit he led Omar into the cave and waited until the older man, who was less familiar with the cave, was standing safely in the center to close the door and join him. Bruno got down on his knees and dug a little hole to hold the candle up, then sat back and crossed his legs.

“Should I sit as well?” Omar asked.

“Um, if you want to,” Bruno shrugged, “I usually end up standing once the vision is going, it’s just easier to navigate to the future I want to see when I’m sitting down.”

“Ah, then I’ll stand,” Omar gave him a warm smile and explained, “it’s not quite as easy as it used to be to get that low.”

“Ok,” Bruno said, although it didn’t truly make a difference to him one way or another.

Bruno closed his eyes and took a deep breath, holding his hands open to the future as it poured over them. He was careful to keep his sight close to home, it would be much harder to find Omar’s son in all the hustle and bustle of the city. Instead, he searched upon the rarely trodden path over the mountains for the caravan of merchants.

“Oh! Here they are,” he said, brightly. He pulled the vision out of the sands of time and into the sand whirling around their heads, “this is about an hour into the future. The vision will probably jump forward eventually, but I can try to hurry it along.”

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself boy, I don’t mind waiting a little,” Omar waved him off, “fascinating ability you have.”

Bruno blushed, it didn’t matter how many times people told him how great his gift was, he still wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t want to sound arrogant, or like he took the miracle for granted, so he just said, “I-I’m grateful for my gift.”

Although, hearing it out loud, that sounded weird. It didn’t quite match what Omar had said, did it? Bruno grimaced.

“Good, good, you should always be grateful for the blessings you have,” Omar agreed easily.

“Y-yeah,” Bruno said, but otherwise kept his mouth closed so he couldn’t say anything else weird.

Together, Bruno and Omar watched the caravan journey through the glowing sand. Then Bruno felt time shift, he squinted his eyes, it kind of looked like they were going down hill now.

“Oh, they’re on the other side of the mountain,” Bruno explained, “this is, um three hours away? Four?”

“Ah, I see,” Omar nodded, watching his son, then sighed, “Ay, it seems like just yesterday I was teaching Marcus how to walk, now look at him, walking right over the mountains.”

Not knowing how else to respond, Bruno just said, “Sí.”

“He wanted to do this last year, but his Mamá wouldn’t let him, she worries you know.”

“Uh-huh.”

“All mothers do, though I suppose I don’t have to tell you that,” Omar chuckled, “Alma was saying you’ve been very helpful and checked for any trouble coming our way for her.”

“Um, sí, Má likes to be prepared for storms and stuff, so I keep an eye out,” Bruno said, rubbing at his arm.

“Oh, looks like he’s out of water,” Omar pointed at his son who was holding his canteen upside down over his open mouth.

As they watched, Marcus told the man at the front of the caravan, the man called for them to stop and started collecting canteens. He handed them all to Marcus and pointed into the jungle, seemingly giving directions. Marcus nodded, arms full of canteens and turned to walk into the jungle.

Just as he reached the edge of the tree line, another one of the men stopped him to add his canteen to the pile, then helped Marcus to rearrange his cargo so he could hold it more comfortably. Finally, Marcus left to get more water with a pat on the back from one of the older men.

“He’s always been such a helpful kid,” Omar said, as they watched Marcus wind his way through the trees, “ever since he was younger. His older brothers and cousins would be out playing and he’d be in the kitchen with his Má and Tías.”

“Oh?”

“Sí, one time one of his cousins tried to give him trouble for it, only for their abuelo, my wife’s father, to cuff them around the ear and put them to work doing all that ‘woman’s work’.” Omar laughed quietly at the memory.

In the sand, Marcus reached a large stream and knelt down to start filling the canteens.

“I’m sure you know how it is, there are chores to be done, and that won’t change just because you’re a man or a woman,” Omar said, in the tone of voice that adults used when they were revving up for a lecture.

“Oh, sí señor, I know that,” Bruno nodded, hoping he could cut the lecture off at the stem. It wasn’t like Bruno was the one who had made fun of Marcus for being helpful, he didn’t see why he should get lectured for it.

“Yes, of course you do, you’re a good kid. Always helping your Má or sisters, you remind me of Marcus when he was your age,” Omar continued, and for a second Bruno thought he was safe, then Omar kept going, “the house isn’t going to clean itself, y’know, and it’s not as if the broom fits any worse in a boy’s hand than it does a girl’s. The dishes too, your Má and sister spend hours making you a hot meal, I doubt they have the energy to do everybody’s dishes afterwards. You can call yourself a man, but as far as I care you won’t be one unless you step up and-. What’s that?”

Bruno perked up, grinning. Thank god, that was close. He searched the scene in front of him for what had saved him from Omar’s life lesson.

His smile dropped.

There, slithering out of a branch behind Marcus, was a giant anaconda. It paused every once in a while, tongue darting out to scent the air.

Marcus continued to fill the canteens, unaware.

“Th-that’s ok, right? Anacondas aren’t aggressive,” Bruno said, going for comforting, but falling short at hopeful.

“Anacondas in Encanto aren’t aggressive, not with humans at least,” Omar corrected, his voice low, rough, and tight, “out there, beyond the mountains, they’re territorial. Are… you sure this isn’t in the valley?”

Bruno gulped, “I- I don’t think so.”

Omar didn’t waste another minute, he took off at a sprint, disturbing the sand and knocking over the candle. The little flame was soon smothered under the dirt and sputtered out so that the only light in the cave was Marcus and the snake creeping ever closer to him.

The door opened and light flooded the cave, then slammed shut, plunging Bruno back into darkness.

He watched.

It would be ok, this was still three hours out, and Omar was on his way, any second now he would appear in the vision, bursting through the trees with the merchants from the caravan. He would get his son away from the snake and everything would be ok.

Any second now.

The snake crept ever closer, body lifting from the branch as it stretched towards Marcus. It hovered over his shoulder, scenting the air, maybe it would decide to leave him alone. Maybe the snake would realize Marcus wasn’t a threat and it would pass him by.

He wasn’t that much older than Bruno, twenty, maybe twenty two at most. Far too young to-.

It didn’t matter what he was too young to do, Omar was on his way, it would be alright.

Marcus filled the last canteen, he gathered them all up, taking the time to arrange them, then stood. His shoulder brushed the anaconda. Marcus turned his head, saw the snake and tried to jerk away.

But the anaconda was too fast.

In an instant it had wrapped around Marcus’ torso, he tried to throw it off but it wrapped its body around his wrist. Bruno stood, watching helplessly as Marcus started to panic. His eyes wide, his legs stumbling back as if he could escape the snake wrapping itself tighter and tighter around him.

By the time Marcus thought to scream, the anaconda was already around his throat.

This was not the first time Bruno had seen death in one of his visions. He had watched wars wage outside Encanto, pandemics pass them by, horrors beyond his imagination unfold. Even as far removed from him as those horrors had been, they still haunted his dreams for days afterwards, and he didn’t even know any of the people in those visions. He recognized Marcus’ face, he could remember a few times when Marcus had given him a friendly wave, or that one time he had helped Alma carry stuff back from the market. Mama had insisted that Marcus come in and have a snack before he went home, Bruno and Pepa had been helping Juli in the kitchen and Marcus had spent ten minutes letting Pepa talk his ear off about the book she was reading.

He couldn’t die, somebody had to show up to help.

In the past, when he had seen innocent children be gunned down, time had seemed to slow, the gruesome spectacle drawing itself out. But this time, when Bruno was praying with everything he had that somebody would appear to save Marcus, that a miracle would happen if Marcus could just survive one more second, time went by all too fast.

Marcus thrashed violently, falling to the ground. Then he struggled sluggishly, eyes becoming unfocused. Then he weakly kicked at the ground, eyes sliding shut.

Then he was still.

The anaconda held him for another minute or two, then it released him, and slithered into the water. It didn’t even eat him, it just left.

The tablet started to form and Bruno tried to will it not to, he closed his eyes and tried to force the future to keep unfolding. There was still hope, wasn’t there? He could be revived, if somebody just got there quick enough.

But the vision solidified, dropping into Bruno’s unwilling hands. He stared at it, at the image of Marcus Sanchez lying needlessly dead just outside the protection of the Encanto. This wasn’t like seeing a war, or a pandemic, or one of the millions of atrocities that passed them by. He went to church with Marcus.

Bruno’s heart pounded in his ears and it felt like the world was spinning around him. He couldn’t tell how long he stood there, staring at Marcus’ corpse before something clicked. A horrible, traitorous thought.

Marcus was still alive.

Marcus wasn’t dead yet, there were still hours to go, maybe there was still a chance. Maybe Omar could still reach his son in time. Maybe the sands of time would shift one more time, and Marcus would be okay.

So Bruno tossed the tablet aside, sat back down and summoned the vision again.

Before he knew it, he was watching the anaconda wrap itself around his neighbor again, this time he noticed details he hadn’t before. He saw the way Marcus’ eyes bulged, saw the tears trailing down his cheek. The vision ended the same, but it was still hours away, so he tried again.

He noticed the way Marcus’ head hit the ground when he fell, and the little bit of blood that clung to the ends of his hair as a result.

And again.

This time, he faintly heard the crack of bones as the anaconda squeezed Marcus’ wrist.

And again.

He noticed the anaconda had been there the entire time, wrapped around a branch and very still. If Marcus could just fill up his canteens fast enough this next time, the snake might not bother to move from its branch.

And again.

Bruno heard the last gasp of air Marcus took before the snake squeezed all hope out of his throat.

But it wasn’t over, Marcus was still alive, there was still time. It couldn’t be over.

The visions piled up around him, all depicting the same thing, but he couldn’t stop. If Bruno gave up now, Marcus’ fate was sealed, he had to keep going. His head ached, and he no longer had the energy to stand, but he had to keep going.

Maybe this next one would be the vision that changed, maybe this next vision would end with Omar bursting through the trees in the knick of time, maybe the snake would pass Marcus by, maybe he would finish filling the canteens quicker and leave before the snake made its move, maybe in his struggle Marcus would knock it against a tree and stun it long enough to escape, maybe, maybe, maybe.

Until there were no maybes left.

Curled up on his side, Bruno reached out to grab the future again, but it was gone. It had slipped into the present, and was rapidly becoming the past.

Marcus was dead.

He sobbed. This wasn’t right, it couldn’t be right. This stuff didn’t happen here, these things didn’t happen to this village. Marcus was a good person who helped his Má, and Omar was a kind man. He didn’t deserve to lose his son.

Eventually, his mother came looking for him. She found him lying in the sand, too weak to stand, tears still wetting his cheeks; he was surrounded by the same vision of a dead man on all sides.

“I couldn’t change it,” Bruno croaked, “we had so much time, I-I should have-. He didn’t have to-.”

His mother said something, but he didn’t hear it. He was vaguely aware of her calling for his sisters to come help, and being moved hurt too much for him to miss that, but he couldn’t tear his mind away from Marcus’ last few minutes.

As he was carried out, he watched the vision tablets pass by beneath him. Even when he closed his eyes, the after image of Marcus being strangled was burned into his retinas, it had been the only light in the darkness for so long.

Present Day

Omar had borrowed a horse and raced as fast as could up the mountain, but the caravan had taken all day to get as far as they were. There was never any chance of Omar making it in a matter of hours.

All the same, at least he'd been able to try.

In the days, weeks, months that followed, Omar was too consumed by grief to spare a thought for anyone outside his family.

But eventually he noticed that the Madrigal boy was not the same.

He learned of what that boy had done to himself a year after losing his youngest son, and a sick, twisted part of Omar was grateful. The child had irrevocably scarred himself in a futile attempt at re-writing the future, in a panicked effort to save Marcus, and Omar wanted to fucking thank him for that.

The haunted look in Bruno’s eyes was a reminder that somebody had cared, that even though Bruno barely knew Marcus, he had wanted to save him no matter what it cost Bruno himself.

Seeing the poor kid suffer over Marcus’ death shouldn’t have brought Omar any comfort, but it did.

And Omar never even thanked the kid. He hadn’t lied when he said that Bruno reminded him of his son, and that connection only grew stronger after Marcus’ death. He couldn’t stand to speak to him. To look at him. Even when he heard through the grapevine that the boy blamed himself, Omar couldn’t muster up the strength to tell Bruno it wasn’t his fault, to thank Bruno for caring, to offer him the chance for commiseration that Bruno was inadvertently giving him.

He had his family, Omar told himself, Bruno doesn’t need you. Even as the village turned against him, as the weight of the world started to crush him, as he became more and more miserable, Omar never told him how much it meant that Bruno had cared.

And then the poor boy, now a miserable man, was gone, and it was too late.

There’s no guarantee that Bruno would still be around if Omar had said something. How could one kind word compare to everything he had faced?

But the greatest gift Bruno had given Omar was the chance to try, the chance to run up that mountain as fast as he could, the comfort of knowing that there wasn’t anything he could have done.

Omar had had that chance with Bruno Madrigal as well. He’d had the chance to give the man a kind smile and his honest gratitude, and he’d allowed that chance to pass him by.

So now, Omar would never know if he could have made a difference, if his gratitude would have been enough.

Omar pulled out his pencil and began to sketch Bruno Madrigal onto the wall. He would paint him as he knew him, not as the village’s bad omen, but as a kind man with haunted eyes. The man who had foolishly tried to save a near stranger, by torturing himself for hours.

A gentle soul who had only ever wanted to help.

And maybe if Bruno ever came back, he would see everything Omar had left unsaid.

A/N: Was going for psychological horror more than anything else. Although if you have a fear of snakes or strangulation, I imagine this is not a fun read for you.

#bruno madrigal #wdtajn #wdtajn horror #bruno encanto #fanfic

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immabethehero · 2 years

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Encantober Day 6 - Hug!

This is... a lot longer than what it was intended to be.

Shout-out to @empty-cryptid, @thecrazyashley-blog, @omgcheez, and @droid-dreamerr for helping me think of bonding ideas lol

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As Alma rises and heads downstairs, she is greeted by Bruno in the kitchen, making coffee, or at least, that’s what she thinks he’s doing. She chuckles as she watches Bruno stare at the percolator in a comically scrutinizing manner. Pedro was also quite the theatrical man.

“Buenos días, Bruno,” she says.

Startled, Bruno practically leaps five feet into the air in star and lands on the floor. He shoots up like a flower and gives Alma a big grin. “Buenos días, Mamá!” He runs over to her and hugs her, making Alma yelp in surprise.

“You’re up early,” Alma notes, somewhat startled by the hug.

“I wanted to make coffee for today,” Bruno says, smiling.

“Gracias, Bruno, that’s very sweet of you. Would you mind waking the family up? I’ll set the table.”

Bruno nods and runs off. Alma immediately heads to the stove to fix up the coffee before everyone else arrives. As kind and considerate as her son is, he cannot make coffee to save his life. Also just like his papá.

“What’s got Bruno in such a good mood?” Julieta whispers to Pepa. In front of them, their brother sings softly to himself as he sorts through the laundry.

“Like I’m supposed to know?” Pepa whispers back. “He’s just been like this all day.”

The sisters watch their brother suddenly stop in his waltz and run over to them. The girls wave, but are surprised when Bruno throws his arms around them in a hug. He reaches up on his toes and kisses their cheeks.

Pepa squeaks in surprise. Julieta raises her eyebrow.

“Thanks, Bruno?” the eldest responds, patting his back.

“Is someone you hate going to trip and fall today?” Pepa asks.

Bruno looks confused, but retains his smile. “What do you mean? I just wanted to give you guys a hug.”

“Oh! Thanks!” Pepa says, returning the hug.

“Gracias, Bruno,” Julieta replies, nuzzling his hair.

Bruno kisses their cheeks once more before running off. Pepa and Julieta merely shrug before heading off for the day.

When Luisa is done hauling up the wood for the new villagers’ house, she sits down by the town fountain, exhausted but happy. Bruno is immediately by her side, holding a tray with cold lemonade. Luisa happily takes a glass. “Thanks, Tío.”

“Anytime, kid,” Bruno says, sitting down next to her. Luisa scoffs.

“Funny how you say that, I’m a head taller than you.”

Bruno leans over and hugs her, mindful of their drinks. “I know, but to me, you’re still the same princesa I would play Fantasy World with.”

Luisa snickers at the memory. She would be the little princess with a sword and a brave heart, and Bruno would be whatever character she wanted him to be, whether it was the wise old wizard or the mean dragon. Once or twice he played the prince in need of rescue.

Luisa suddenly remembers she’s being hugged, and quickly returns Bruno’s embrace, gently hugging him as best as she can.

Her stomach has butterflies in it, but not in a bad way, but not excitement either. It feels like a positive feeling, but one she can’t quite pin down. Perhaps it’s the fact that Bruno can still make her feel like a hero.

Félix has not been having a good day. He wasn’t able to get a good sleep and couldn’t be as productive with today’s build. He and his team are now at least three days behind schedule. His coworkers insisted he go home early, but he’s not sure if they feel sorry for him or they just don't want him around. To top it all off, he feels a little under the weather (pun not intended).

Casita opens the doors for him, where he’s greeted by Bruno about to go upstairs. Bruno frowns when he sees him.

“You don’t look so good,” Bruno remarks. Félix snorts.

“I don’t feel so good,” he admits.

Bruno nods and snaps his fingers. “Casita?” Immediately, two lounge chairs slide into the courtyard, scooping up the startled father and the prophet and driving them into a shady spot. Two cold drinks roll over to them soon after. Bruno picks them up and hands one to his brother-in-law.

“Will this help?”

Félix laughs. “It feels weird to have you cater for me. I’m usually the one trying to cheer you up.” His smile fades when he remembers his day. “I’m usually the one who cheers everyone up. What is wrong with me today?”

Bruno sets down the drinks and pulls Félix in for a hug. “You don’t always have to be the strong one. You’re allowed to have bad days too.”

Félix kind of feels like crying right about now. He returns the hug, sniffling.

“Besides, it’s about time I repay you for all the kindness you’ve shown me over the years,” Bruno adds in a smaller voice. “You have such a big heart, Félix. You deserve to show yourself that as well.”

Annddd here come the waterworks. Bruno simply pats his brother’s back as he sobs. Félix tries his best to stop his tears, but Bruno’s gentle embrace is enough to make him keep sobbing. He’s not sure why.

Later on, Bruno puts a blanket over Félix as the older man finally gets the nap he needs.

When he hears the screams, Bruno comes running faster than Camilo when there’s free food. He kicks open Isabela’s door and runs in, clenching and unclenching his fists.

“What’s going on?! Do I need to kill someone?! Is anybody hurt?!” he cries.

Isabela and Dolores peer down from Isabela's hanging bed, puzzled.

“No, we’re fine. Why are you so panicked?” Isabela asks.

“I heard screaming,” Bruno says. “I thought someone was hurt.”

Dolores giggles. “No one’s hurt, Tío. We girls just can’t help squealing when excited.”

Bruno nods, remembering his sisters’ “girls’ (and honorary boy) nights” where they’d do each other’s hair and share secrets in the dark. They too would scream when something great happened to them. He never understood that logic, but hey, at least it was good news.

“Oh, alright then,” he says. “What happened?”

Isabela and Dolores glance at each other before Isabela lowers her bed to let Bruno sit on. The prophet tosses salt before hopping on, and grips onto the bed, crossing his fingers as they’re lifted up.

Once they are closer to the ceiling does Dolores speak. “I overheard Señorita Sofía chatting to her friend today. She wants to ask Isabela on a date!”

Isabela suddenly grabs a pillow and throws it over her face to scream once more.

Bruno gasps. Isabela had confided to him more than once about her preference in women, and how she had a feeling that sweet Sofía, the daughter of one of the town artists, felt the same way. She must be over the moon.

“Wepa! Congratulations, Isabela! Group hug!” Bruno holds his arms out for a hug, resulting in both Isabela and Dolores crashing into him, giggling maniacally.

Both girls feel a sense of unusual happiness as Bruno wraps his arms around them. Maybe it’s just giddy excitement.

“You got this, Camilo.”

“Uh-huh.” “One more shot and we’ve won the whole game.”

“Yup!”

“If we win this, you will achieve eternal glory and-”

“Tío shut up and let me take the shot.”

Bruno finally backs away from Camilo. “Sorry, sorry,”

Camilo cracks his neck and walks up to the football (soccer ball for Americans). Across from him, Casita readies its tiles to block the shot.

Camilo raises up his foot… and kicks the ball right into the net!

“GOALLLL!!!! GO-GO-GO-GOALLLL!!!!” Bruno jumps around, waving his arms. “CAMILO MADRIGAL WINS THE CHAMPIONSHIP ONCE MORE!”

“WOOO!!!!” Camilo cheers, pumping his fists in the air. He runs towards Bruno, ready to slam chests with him, only for Bruno to suddenly pick him up in an embrace and swing him in the air!

Camilo shrieks and pushes out of the hug. Bruno quickly puts him down, a look of worry plastered on his face.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I- just-” Camilo struggles to put it into words. “Why did you hug me?”

“You seemed like you wanted a hug,” Bruno says. “Your arms were out so I just… yeah.” He wrings his ruana, clearly embarrassed.

Camilo rolls his eyes. Tío Bruno is a sweet man, but man is he weird. “Tío, when we football players score a goal, we usually just slam our chests together.”

Bruno gives him a funny look. “That’s a weird thing to do.”

“No, what’s weird is you spinning me around like I’m some teenaged girl!” Camilo retorts.

Bruno ducks his head in shame. Camilo is once more reminded of one of those stray cats and dogs he sees around town, with their sad eyes and pathetic appearances. The shapeshifter sighs and holds out his arms.

“Alright, we’ll hug this one time,” he says. As Bruno wraps his arms around him, this time in a more gentle manner, Camilo puffs his cheeks out to hide his smile. He had no idea his weird, awkward mess of a tío was such a good hugger.

When Bruno walks into the living room, he’s surprised to see Agustín curled up on the couch, wiping away tears as he flipped through a rather large book. Bruno knocks on the door frame and goes over to join him.

“Is the book that bad or that good?” he asks. Usually he and Pepa are the ones crying over how good a novel is, or how badly it’s written.

Agustín looks up from his reading, eyes red and cheeks wet. “Uh, I guess it’s good. It’s actually a photo album.” He holds out the book, and Bruno finally understands why the book is so big.

Inside of the album are pictures of his sobrinas. Many of them are of the girls’ accomplishments, but it seems Julieta and Agustín managed to steal the camera for some sweeter, simpler times. Isabela showing off her bug and flower collection, Luisa holding a big stuffed animal she won during a school fair, Mirabel watching a pair of butterflies fly close to her face.

Bruno feels his heart swell for the kids and tears spring to his eyes. He loves them so much.

“It feels like just yesterday I was holding them in my arms for the first time… they grow up so fast…” Agustín mewls. He wipes his eyes to no avail. “Sorry, I’m such a mess.”

Bruno simply pulls the father in for a hug, paying no attention to his own tears. Agustín reciprocates, and the two simply stay in the hug for a while, crying softly. Agustín can’t help but feel happy to have Bruno here, even if they’re both a mess.

If Camilo walks into the room only to walk right out, the two do not notice.

“Tío Bruno Tío Bruno Tío Bruno Tío Bruno!” Mirabel continues yelling as she races down the mezzanine. Bruno turns to her, puzzled.

Mirabel is so excited she forgets about the big plant that moved places last night and trips over it. A package slips out of her arms. Bruno quickly runs over and catches Mirabel before she hits her head. The package goes flying over the railing and lands in the courtyard.

Bruno checks Mirabel for injuries. “Are you ok?”

Mirabel pushes her tío’s hands off, trying to look over the railing. “What happened to the present?!”

“That doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” Bruno asks sternly. Mirabel signs and nods.

“I’m fine, Tío Bruno.”

Bruno’s warm smile returns. “Good. What did you want to show me?”

“I have a little gift for you,” Mirabel explains. “I was going to wait until later, but it’s just so good and I’m so proud of it that I have to show you now! Casita!”

Casita flings the present into the air. Bruno quickly moves in front of Mirabel to catch it, only for it to smack him in the nose.

“Bruno!” Mirabel cries. Bruno weakly holds his thumb up.

“I’m ok…”

“Your nose is bleeding.”

“... I’m still ok.”

Once both have had their arepas for quick healing, Mirabel hands Bruno the box. It’s covered with drawings of cute little rats and hourglasses, and has a neat purple ribbon wrapped around it. Bruno unties the ribbon and takes off the lid. He gasps as he takes out the new ruana.

Once again, Mirabel’s embroidery skills have worked their magic. Colourful threads dance and swirl around the green, highlighting a few of the hourglass patterns. Small rats have been added both on the front and the back (heh), along with a few butterflies. His name has been sewn on the bottom in bright golden letters.

“Do you like it? I wasn’t too sure about the size…” Mirabel says. “I mean, Abuela wants you to wear shorter ruanas but you seem to be happy with the size you have right now. But if you want a shorter one I can-”

Bruno cuts Mirabel off short with a tight embrace, too moved to speak. Also because he might be… Yeah, he’s crying.

Mirabel beams and hugs him back. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Antonio opens his eyes and peers up at Tío Bruno. “Why did you stop reading?”

“You were falling asleep there, kid. I think we’re done for the night,” Bruno says.

“But I want to read more-” Antonio tries to do “puppy-eyes” to get Bruno to keep going, only to be cut off by a yawn.

“Time for bed, Tonito.” Bruno picks up the kid and carries him up to bed. Antonio burrows his head into Bruno’s shoulder, content to sleep Bruno’s gentle embrace. The prophet tucks Antonio in for the night and kisses his forehead.

“Good night, Antonio. Te amo.”

“Good night, Tío Bruno. Yo también te amo. ”

Later on, as each of the Madrigals slowly fall asleep, it dawns on them why Bruno hugging them felt so odd yet so nice.

For the first since he left the family and returned, Bruno finally initiated a hug for them.

#bruno madrigal #disney encanto #encanto fanfiction #encantober #apparently i can write #immabethehero #fluff #my favourite

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wikluk · 2 years

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Okay so I know Julieta’s not having triplets in your ‘something unexpected’ fic. Buuuut! Just for funsies, what would’ve been the reaction if she was?

Like Bruno’s says “congrats Juli, they’re adorable”

There’s a pause and then suddenly the whole table shouts some variation of “they! As in more than one!!?

The chaos would be epic!

Actually, gonna be honest, the thought of her having triplets did cross my mind when I was writing that chapter, though mostly to just tease Julieta and make her frozen on the spot lmao, but let's do an alteration of that chapter!

vvvvvvvvvvvvvv

“I hear a new heartbeat,” Dolores muttered weakly.

And after no longer than a second, Pepa stood up so suddenly her chair fell to the floor. “You’re pregnant?!” she roared, glaring daggers at Mariano as if she was ready to kill him with a bolt of lightning that barely missed his chair.

Julieta only blinked. So Antonio would get a baby – who cared if it was a cousin or a nephew – sooner than she anticipated–

–but Dolores suddenly shook her head, gaping at her mother in shock. “I’m not?! We never–”

“Then who?” Alma demanded sharply, her gaze stopping at Isabela and Luisa who looked equally surprised by the revelation. “Girls?”

Luisa started coughing and Isabela just stared back at her, her eyes wide, her head shaking the tiniest bit.

“Mirabel…?” Alma started hesitantly.

Julieta felt her heart racing. Surely, it couldn't be her baby girl, right–

Mirabel choked on her sip of juice and Camilo patted her on her back so hard it sounded like all her organs did a flip inside. “What?!”

Alma wanted to repeat the question, it was clear, but at the same time Dolores slammed her both hands on the table, yelling “It’s tía!” and Bruno’s eyes went shining green at the same second.

Julieta was fairly certain her heart stopped. The wine glass dropped from Agustín’s hand and broke into three pieces on the table, spilling the remaining wine onto the surface.

But otherwise, there was silence.

The only sound anyone emitted was heavy breathing coming from Bruno as he grasped the edges of the table and leaned over it to blink quickly a few times just a few seconds later, getting rid of the shiny glimmer that had just lit up his eyes.

Then he looked around, a little confused, smacking himself on the head lightly, and a small smile appeared on his lips. “Congratulations Juli, they're adorable.”

Silence.

Camilo was the first to recover. “They? As in more than one?”

Bruno opened his mouth to answer but Dolores beat him to it. “There are three new heartbeats.”

Pepa thundered. “Three–”

“Triplets?!”

“Santa Maria–”

“Bruno, Brunito, hermanito, what did you see?!” Pepa asked loudly.

All people at the table looked at him. He chuckled nervously. “Ah-uh, three babies?”

“Three babies!”

“Well, no babies, more like toddlers but yeah–”

“Girls, boys?! Two and one, like us?!”

Bruno smiled, his eyes wide. “Three cute girls.”

“Three new sobrinas!”

“Three hermanitas...”

“Three nietas...”

“It looks like Julieta’s doing your part of the job, hermanito,” Pepa laughed out loud. “Three! Three girls! Three oopsie girls!”

“Mami, what’s going on?” Antonio asked after giving the table a wide, confused look.

Pepa turned to him and grabbed his chubby cheeks between her hands. “Your tía Julieta’s going to have three babies! You’ll have three little primas!”

“Three?! At the same time?!”

“Yes!”

“But I asked for one!” he exclaimed, looking in shock at Julieta. “Three?! You’re the best, tía Julieta!”

Julieta blinked and her gaze flickered to Antonio. “Mhm,” she mumbled and laughed suddenly. She covered her mouth with her hand and ignoring concerned glances sent her way, she reached for a glass of water. Her hand shook terribly and half of the liquid spilt on the table. “Dios mío...”

Agustín grabbed her other hand suddenly, his palm sweaty and his fingers trembling as he squeezed her left hand. She squeezed back, trying to root herself in place and took a sip of water.

The silence lasted for a five more seconds.

Then Isabela turned to them, both eyebrows raised. “That’s it? That’s your reaction to the whole situation?”

“Hey, they look shocked...”

“Shocked! They have children, they know how to make them, they shouldn’t be shocked!”

“Pa?” Luisa asked in a pitchy voice, her eye twitching. “You okay? You seem... Pale.”

“Mhm,” Agustín squeaked, his hand around Julieta’s toghtening even more, his other hand drumming on the table. “Absolutely. Perfectly okay. I’m fine.”

“Mira’s a more subtle liar,” Camilo shot them a pitiful look for what he was smacked on the back of the head by Mirabel. “Ouch! What was that for?!”

“For being stupid,” she hissed to him, before turning to look at her parents. “You’re awfully quiet mamá, are you feeling alright?”

Without any word, Julieta shook her head slowly.

“Your heartbeats are very, very quick,” Dolores piped in quietly. “Too quick, I’d say,” she added, looking between her aunt and uncle. “I think you should go and rest...”

“A wonderful idea,” Agustín shot out of his chair and the piece of furniture fell to the ground. Julieta didn’t ever flinch but let herself be pulled to her feet. “We need a moment,” he said and took her hand, both of them walking out of the kitchen on wobbly legs.

“I’d say no funny business but the damage is already done!” Isabela called after them.

There was silence. Then–

“Félix, help me prepare some drinks. Strong drinks,” Alma looked around the table and sighed, getting up. “We’ll make ones for Camilo and Mirabel too. We all need it–”

“Yes!” both mentioned cousins bumped their fists in triumph.

Antonio pouted. “Can I have a drink too?”

“No!” screamed everyone at the table.

Pepa patted his head. “You’ll let some orange juice. Your tía’s absolute favourite!”

Antonio beamed at them, exclaiming an excited “okay!”. Julieta made a good bribe material these days.

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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Change the future (Bruno x Fem!Reader)

Part2

a/n: not gonna lie, this is more about R and Juli and R and Alma, but R is Bruno’s wife so...yeah. Enjoy!

Song used: Disculpeme suegrita by Paquita la del barrio

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"you can't leave"

You didn't even flinch or turn around, you knew perfectly well the look the other woman was giving you, but this time it wasn't going to work, you had made up your mind and nothing was going to stop you.

"Either you help me pack or don't get in the way" you said

"Y/N, I know you're upset, we all are, we all miss Bruno, but-"

"No" you interrupted her "don't you dare tell me this is not the way"

"You can't lose hope, Y/N" she said

You sighed and left the pair of pajamas you had in your hands to finally turn to the door. You were not surprised to find that pair of teary eyes looking at you, you knew that if anyone would dare to come to see you it would be your sister-in-law. She was the only person in that house who cared about you besides your husband, and he... he was gone.

"...5 years, Julieta" you whispered "it's been 5 years since Bruno left. 5 years since he left me alone, he didn't even say goodbye, not a note, not an explanation. He just left. He didn't care about the children nor how I would survive alone"

"You're not alone, that's what we're here for" the brunette said "we are your family Y/N and you can count on us until Bruno comes back"

"If he does come back" you said "...Julieta, let's not fool ourselves, if he wanted to come back he would have already done so...or at least he would have sent something, a signal...I would wait for him if that were the case. But it’s not and I can't stay here and see how my children... I can't"

The woman felt a pang in her chest as if you had just stabbed her. She looked at you with sadness and pain, but she couldn't find a single ounce of hate or anger in her. She knew you were right, she knew this was the best you could do. But it hurt her to think of losing you, losing her nephews, just as she lost her brother. And it hurt to think it was her fault.

"...you blame her" she whispered

"What?"

"Mirabel" she said a little louder "you blame her for this. You think Bruno left because of her"

It was not a question.

"Of course not" you said immediately "if someone is completely clean and innocent in all this it’s Mirabel"

"Then why-"

"Your mother" you interrupted "Juli...we both know this won't end well. Your mother, the same woman who used to be so loving towards Mira, now sees her as a mistake, a dishonor to the family. And I know that you heard when she asked Pepa to have another child to see if the magic is disappearing... you know as well as I do that it is no coincidence that she asked her when my children are already here"

"... she said that a daughter of mine had caused this... that she would not take risks with me again" the brunette said with a sadness that penetrated your soul

"And she doesn't trust my children...because they are Bruno's children" you said "...I don't want María and Joaquín to grow up in a house where they are nothing more than instruments for the town’s people. I don't want them to think that it depends on them to earn to be treated well...I have to go"

Your sister-in-law looked at you for a moment, with all the ideas fluttering at a thousand an hour in her mind. She knew you were right and she admired you for doing what she would never have the courage to do.

Julieta sighed and closed the door behind her, walking over to you and taking Maria's suitcase.

"Wait until after dinner" she told you

"Juli-"

"It will be easier for you to leave" she interrupted you "Dolores will be asleep, mom won't be watching, and I... I will be able to have a last dinner with my niece and nephew"

She smiled at you and, not for the first time, you felt a warmth in your chest that was reserved only for her, your children, and Bruno. She was more than a sister-in-law to you, she was your best friend and you were definitely going to miss her.

"Besides" she said tentatively "...I have to ask you a favor"

You raised your eyebrow curiously, but the way her huge eyes begged you to listen was enough for you. She had never asked you for anything and she had been your biggest support since your husband left. It was the least you could do.

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Alma frowned as Casita pushed an envelope across the tiles until it reached her feet. She had found it strange that Julieta's eyes were red during breakfast as if she had been crying, and neither you nor your children had come down.

Nobody asked anything, because everyone knew that you had a fight with the matriarch a few days ago. But that didn't stop your mother-in-law from rolling her eyes and commenting on how childish you were being. Julieta bit her lip and clenched her fists in rage when her mother didn't seem to notice anyone else's absence.

Alma reached down to take the envelope and her frown deepened as she saw her name scrawled in your fine handwriting. What kind of ruse were you up to now? She was about to throw the letter away when her eldest daughter appeared out of nowhere and looked at her with her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"Read it" she ordered

The matriarch was surprised at the sharp and dry tone of her daughter. Julieta had never spoken to her like that.

“Why?”

“Just read it”

The woman held her daughter's gaze for a moment before rolling her eyes and opening the envelope. She wasn't going to admit it, but there was something in the older triplet's eyes that made her stomach twist with nerves. As if something bad was going to happen or... or maybe it had already happened.

Your handwriting had never been pretty enough in Alma's opinion, but if she was honest, you had never been enough for her son as far as she was concerned. She had always had faith that her Brunito would find his place in the family, that he would find a wonderful wife who would remind him of what mattered.

But then you had come along and transformed her precious son into someone he wasn't. Her Bruno was quiet and shy and he would never hurt anyone. The man next to you was laughing out loud and shameless, with no trace of the manners she had taught him as a child. She was sure that he had left because of you. Well, yours and Mirabel's fault.

The only good thing you brought was her grandchildren. María was such a sweet girl, she would undoubtedly follow in her aunt's footsteps and inherit a wonderful and useful gift like Julieta's, and Joaquín was the living image of her beloved Pedro, that's why he was her favorite grandson after Isabela. If only she could prevent you from corrupting him, she was sure that Joaquinsito would be the most wonderful man in the world.

This had better be your apology because you had made a terrible fuss last week when she suggested that your children would be better off under her guardianship and that she would look after them until Brunito returned.

However, her daydreams were cut short when she started reading your letter.

Señora Alma:

I'm not going to start this off with niceties, I'm not even going to pretend there's any esteem between us, I'm just going to let you know what's happened.

I am truly aware that for you, madam, I am just any infamous sinner who could not bear the absence of a husband, one who has not known whether his children eat or dress in his home.

Alma clenched her fists angrily. How dare you talk like that about her son?! If it wasn't for her being aware of Julieta's presence behind her, she would have ripped the paper in that instant, but she forced herself to continue reading.

You who have been a mother will know that for your children you are capable of everything.

Wow, finally one thing she could agree with you on.

So you know, I can be the worst of all, I can be whatever you want, but for my children, I am capable of anything. I will not wait for that man for an eternity, he can do whatever he wants, just like the rest of his family, but I want to see my children succeed, and grow up without the pressure of being puppets in your circus.

Nor will I let an innocent girl pay for not being what you expected, or suffer a life of pain and sadness when all she has done is be the most beautiful girl in the world. I've taken three of your soldiers from you, and I'll make sure they grow up happy, something you never cared about.

I will fight for them. So, excuse me suegrita, but if you love your son so much, then YOU wait for him.

-Y/N

Alma froze in her place and felt a shiver run down her spine. So that's why you weren't at breakfast. That was why neither María nor Joaquín had gone to wake her up. You had taken them, you had stolen her grandchildren.

That's why Julieta-...Julieta. Julieta had cried, she had insisted that she read this... this death sentence. She knew it. A few words echoed in her mind.

Nor will I let an innocent girl pay for not being what you expected.

I have taken three of your soldiers

Alma turned to see her daughter looking at her with ice in her eyes and a face without feeling. She was nothing like the warm woman she knew.

"Julita" she said carefully "...where is Mirabel?"

"Safe, mom" the brunette smiled cruelly "far, far away from you"

Alma gasped silently and stared in horror at her daughter as Julieta casually came down the stairs as if she hadn't just admitted that she had let her sister-in-law take her daughter away from her family.

The oldest triplet knew that her mother would never understand, but just like you, she had done what was best for her baby. Mirabel would never be happy surrounded by people who looked at her as a mistake. But you? You would look at her with love and make sure that she was happy and well. It was all she could ask for.

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Bruno slumped in his dusty old chair in defeat. Your letter was lying at his feet. He had heard his mother and sister talk, but he hadn't understood much, so the rats had brought him the piece of paper that mom had tried to burn.

He felt a dagger go through his heart. You were gone, and it was his fault. He should have told you what he did, he should have explained everything to you. But he didn't, and now he had lost you, his children, and Mirabel. Everything was for nothing in the end.

He supposed it made sense, after all, if he had fallen so madly in love with you it was because you were like him, and he knew you would do anything for your family. What he didn’t expect was for you to defy and change the future.

#reader insert #x reader #Encanto #encanto preferences #encanto imagine #bruno magridal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #julieta madrigal #julieta madrigal preference #julieta madrigal & reader

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miracles-and-butterflies · 2 months

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How does cold family feel about Mirabel's sudden disappearance?

They don’t think Bruno and Mirabel’s disappearance were related. Bruno had never interacted with Mirabel before, so why would he just randomly take his niece? Sure, there is suspicion that they disappeared the same night, but it just doesn’t add up.

Julieta is completely broken at the loss of Mirabel, whom is definitely assumed to be dead. She rarely smiles and doesn’t work as often, only healing people if she really has to. She distances herself from her other daughters, hardly interacts with them by the time Antonio is born.

Agustín, though grieved, is handling it a bit better. He is very protective of Isabela and Luisa now, refusing to lose them the same way. He stands up to Alma (or anyone else who mistreats his daughters) a lot more frequently. While Julieta had become less of a parent for them, he keeps himself involved as much as possible even though they are young adults now.

Isabela had never been close with Mirabel, so she can’t say she feels as strongly as the rest of the cold family. She was either at school or helping people with her gift, she was never around much to develop any relationship with her youngest sister. That’s not to say she doesn’t care though or didn’t find her disappearance shocking.

Luisa was just wrecked by Mirabel’s disappearance. She kept searching for months after the search was called off and Mirabel was proclaimed to be dead. She slowly has come to accept that her sister is gone. Powers most of her emotions into working and tries not to think about it too much, maybe if she had just been stronger Mirabel would have been okay…

#encanto #ask me anything #encanto misplaced au #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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cheesy-cryptid · 2 years

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please sir could you spare a few bruno/evalina headcanons? a few brulina crumbs, miss? 🥺🤲

// Anon youre not gonna get the crumbs. Im gonna give you a whole loaf.

💚 Bruno x Evalina Headcanons 💚

Content includes: catcalling

💚 Opposites really do attract. Bruno once thought he’d grow alone, unmarried, without a family of his own. But little did he know what was in store for him when he met Evalina.

💚 She’s an energetic social butterfly and was fairly active in engaging with the community within Encanto— a direct opposite to Bruno’s shy and introverted personality. But they got along pretty well! They both enjoyed each other’s company very much.

💚 She loved listening to Bruno’s stories and always made time to hang out with him after he was finished with his chores for the day. Most of the time, she’d invite him to different spots she found at the forest near the town like lakes, hills, pastures, and other scenic sites.

💚 This little activity allowed Bruno to have peaceful moments far away from the stress of bullies who come after him and how much his mother pressures him as a Madrigal. And they’d spend hours on those “special hiding spots” just talking, or maybe even having a picnic. (One of his most fondest memories was the day they went swimming in the river and jumped off swinging from ropes attached to tall tree branches)

💚 At home, Bruno would write in his journal for hours about everything they did together during the day, and would hope that maybe he’d have the guts to propose to her someday. (This would go on for years before he actually did it)

💚 After long discussions and arrangements between their families, their marriage was finally approved. Alma began treating Evalina as if she was her own, but Alma instilled alot of her ideas of perfection unto her new daughter-in-law.

💚 There were times Evalina would catch other townsfolk berating Bruno and even flat out insulting him— and she just can't let it slide. She wouldn’t hesitate standing up for her husband , and with composure (more like commendable restraint) and wit, she would end that kind of slander on her husband’s name right then and there. (Leaving Bruno with heart eyes in the process lmao)

💚 The amount of times Bruno has witnessed his wife defend him, made him feel more deeply in love with her but at the same time felt ashamed thinking he’d be too cowardly to do the same thing. But Bruno would eventually surprise himself — One day while he was at the market with Evalina, he heard a drunk man whistle at his wife from afar. Bruno can’t exactly explain what had snapped inside of him but before his wife could react, he immediately approached the man (his eyes glowing green with rage) and spat out insult after insult to the man as if he was cursing him. Bruno sounded like an entirely different person that day. He didn't stop until the man eventually ran off, afraid for his life.

💚 At home, Bruno has a tendency for wrapping his arms around Evalina’s waist from behind. It means he wants attention, and he’s not letting go unless she gives him some sweet sweet affection. There were times Eva would stop what she was doing to lovingly tend to her husband’s needs but there were also times she’d feel playful and tease him by ignoring his presence (because she loooves hearing her Bruno whine from all these games she’s playing. Dont worry she makes up for it in bed *winkkk)

💚 Now when Evalina wants attention, she’d play all sorts of tricks. Her favorite trick is distracting Bruno from whatever he’s working on, take something he’s using and hold it above her head. This of course means she’s taking advantage of their height difference to make Bruno on his tippy toes and struggling to reach for his things. And then Evalina would hold Bruno close to her with a smirk or a goofy smile on her face (depending on the mood ;) ).

💚 After becoming babysitters for their little nieces for years now , they decided that maybeeeee it’s time for them to try for a baby. Evalina would love to see a baby Brunito running around the house, but all Bruno wants is a little Evalina (maybe more than one. He always wanted a large family of his own)

💚 During the pregnancy (and finding out they were having triplets) Bruno spent so many nights talking to his wife’s belly and telling his kiddos all the tall tales of his telenovelas. He would always whisper how he’s excited to meet his children. (Despite all the times he gets kicked in the face by his kids from the womb)

💚 On days when Bruno would get really anxious about not living up to expectations or bottling up his emotions, Evalina would be right there to comfort him. She would help him ease down ( giving him massages or running a bath for him. Anything. Until he’s ready to open up.) He would hold on to her and she’d whisper sweet words. Just to reassure him how much he’s loved and deserving he is of every good thing that has happened to him.

💚 There were nights Bruno would slow dance with Eva. They’d sway to the music being played from the town. And in those nights, Bruno would always whisper how much he loves her and their children. And how he could never imagine a life without his soulmate. This has been a tradition between the two of them ever since they got married, it has always been reserved for special occasions or if either of them needs to be comforted and reassured.

💚 Parenthood took a toll on their energy. As much as they love raising their triplets together, all their work just doubled knowing that they also have to shoulder their other responsibilities from ‘before’ they were parents. And frankly, Bruno and Eva had these moments where they were both too tired to do the things they used to do as a couple. (They can't exactly jump in rivers from swinging ropes anymore now 😭) and Bruno had this lingering feeling that he forgot how to be romantic.

💚 Evalina was feeling the same thing but didn't want to burden Bruno with these thoughts because…. They were still okay… right? All their dates were now few and far between. All they ever talk about were their responsibilities and raising their children etc. When Bruno brought the topic up, Evalina would only shake her head and admit that this is what their life is now. But Bruno and Evalina didn’t want to dishearten one other so they each thought of a plan for their upcoming anniversary.

💚 They planned to meet up at their favorite spot again (like old times) on their own. Evalina prepared a picnic on top of their favorite hill overlooking the river. Prepared candles and flowers too and waited for Bruno. He arrived shortly after her and this is where his cute idea was set in motion— with the use of his impeccable acting skills.

💚 He approached the hill pretending to be out of breath, claiming how hard it was to sneak out in the middle of the night without his mother or sisters finding out. Evalina was confused at first but she played along. He then started to reference old events in his words… that were very familiar…as if he was playing out a conversation they had many years ago. She asked what had gotten into him but Bruno never broke character. And that's when it hit her— he wanted to reenact the day they had their first date. ( awwww)

💚 They had a wonderful evening on that hill. Its like as if they were young lovers all over again. And hours passed by as if they were minutes. Bruno presented his anniversary gift: a well-loved journal full to the brim of his unsent letters and writings to Evalina over the years before their marriage. The pages were filled with loving words of passion, his journal entries of their old dates, and all the things he loved about her. Some pages even had drawings and excerpts of his scripts, some even had longer pages from ends being glued together.

💚 They ended the night with Evalina impulsively suggesting they swim in the river again (Without the rope). Running down the hill giggling and trying to undress along the way gave them both a youthful thrill they haven’t experienced in a long time. The water was cold of course but the moment felt all too exciting for them to even care.

//Hope you enjoyed reading this Anon!!! 💖💖💖

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queenofthedisneyverse · 11 hours

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Deceiver Chapter 1- Villain Camilo au

These past several months have been the best fun Camilo has ever had. He bonded a little more with his family and that's the best thing he could ever ask for. Pranking people with Isabela, games with Dolores & Antonio, relaxing/talking about whatever with Mirabel/Luisa, and writing stories with his new Tio Bruno. Ok, well he's not new but still.

Not only that, but he's not forced to perform or babysit some random kid anymore. Don't get him wrong, he loved performing and babysitting but...it was getting a bit much for him.

A few years after his ceremony, it became expectant for him to perform. To make people laugh. So much so that people would actively seek him out in hopes for him to make them laugh.

After he turned nine, he was given children to babysit. A few cousins on his papa's side of the family. No biggie. But after that, word spread around the Encanto, and he just became the designated babysitter of the place.

2, 3, 4, sometimes six or seven kids at a time that he was forced to look after. And at the time, he couldn't refuse. The family image was on the line and wanted to make abuela the miracle proud.

So, he dealt with it. All the times he wanted to relax he had to perform to make crowds or kids happy. To hell with his own relaxation.

Any time he tried to refuse he would be peer pressured into it. Or told how he was supposed to help. Sometimes he would get scolded if he said no too many times.

"You are a Madrigal for god's sake, you can't help me for a couple of hours?"

"Just take Elicia now, I'll be back in a couple of hours!"

"What's with the attitude?!"

"You watch that attitude young man, or I'll tell Alma how rude you've been."

And usually, when asked to go to a certain place, he usually has to be someone else.

"Hey, I need you to be me for a couple of hours. I do not want to go to that wedding"

"Can you be me at my sister's birthday party? I really don't want to go"

"I need you to be me and go on a date with my girlfriend. She's really been getting on my nerves lately and I just need to break"

"Your Camilo Madrigal, right? Turn into Isabela and do something funny"

Just constant pressure to be that happy go lucky town jester, doppelganger, and babysitter. Not to mention that his gift was taxing on his body. Every shift took more energy out of his body but how was he supposed to explain that? To children especially?

All the food he ate would barely even give him the energy he needed because he would be spent two hours after breakfast.

There were days where just wanted to pass out from exhaustion, but he couldn't, you know why? Because he was Camilo Madrigal, Alma Madrigal's grandson, a bearer of the Miracle his abuelo died to give.

But after the magic left...that all stopped. And even when someone tried to pin a child on him, one of his parents, sister, or primas would shoo the person away in their own way.

Things were getting so much better for him and the family as a whole. Sure...there are some issues that haven't been said on Camilo's part but...he has all the time in the world to say something right?

The magic isn't going to come back to distract everyone, so everything is going to go great.

Camilo watched as his hermanito give Mirabel the doorknob. His smile widened and his heart swelled at the wholesome sight. As she walks up to it, they all come close.

"We see how bright you burn"

He sings with his family. He, his Hermana, and parents smiling warmly at her.

"We see how brave you've been"

"Now see yourself in turn"

Mirabel's sisters and parents do the same. Everyone in the family, including abuela, look at her proudly. She finally makes it up to the new family door.

All of them stay behind her, silently showing that it's her time to shine. She puts the doorknob in the hole and as soon as she does, magic sparks from it.

Wait...no no no no NO!!

Camilo's heart raced with fear...this isn't happening. He watched as the magic swirled around the house and all over the Encanto. Feeling the magic pulsate through his veins again.

This can't be happening right now. Not after all this time, it can't be.

"Hola Casita!" Mirabel waved at the home.

The happy house started making music with its tiles, doors, windows, and anything else. Casita bounced the stone floor under Mirabel and welcomed her in first.

"Come on! Get in here!"

Casita did the same for everybody and slid everyone in using the ground they stood on.

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"Calm down Camilo, our gits aren't back. It's just Casita, that's all" He thought to himself as everyone was piled in. "Surely, they wouldn't come back...right?"

Boy was he wrong, one by one, gift by gift. Isabela got her flower powers, Antonio could speak to his animals, Luisa got her super strength back. Pepa was happily dancing with small bits hail over her head. Felix cheering her on as always.

That must mean...no, no no no, it didn't. It couldn't have. He's happily gift less.

But he knew his gift was back. He could feel it in his very soul. Camilo was scared, frightened even. Does this mean things will go back to how it used to be?

Was he going to be the town jester and doppelganger and babysitter again? Was he now going to constantly be told to be someone other than himself?!

No, no, he won't let that happen.

Camilo looked around at the scene. Everyone seemed so happy and jovial while he was in a state of turmoil. Milo was feeling overwhelmed. He has to make this stop. He has to-

Suddenly, the tiles under his feet moved him to the center of the courtyard. Snapping him out of his thoughts.

Wait, what's happening?! he thought as his eyes looked around confused. The family all posed as the camera was brought out and bounced over to them with a rat on top of it.

"Everyone together!"

Huh?!

"La Familia Madri-" Everyone was cut by Casita making them all huddle in too close together. Resulting in a funny but cute family photo.

After the family broke apart a little bit, Milo was given some space to think. If you could call it that. His mind was practically racing with all those horrible memories of how things used to be.

Dolores looked at him as she heard his heart racing. To be fair, everybody's hearts were racing but she was the closest to him at the moment.

She looked at his face. He wasn't smiling. He looked perplexed to say the least...and a little scared. Which was odd, this was supposed to be a joyous moment right?

She stepped a little closer to him and put her hand on his shoulder. A small way to get his attention.

"Milo...you okay?" She asked softly and quietly, he was close enough for him to hear but quiet enough for others to barely acknowledge.

There's no candle...nothing to snuff out. Nothing to make the magic go away. It's going to happen all over again. No one is going to want me for me anymore. I have to get rid of it. GET RID OF IT! GET RID OF IT! But how?! Did Mirabel bring it back? no...wait, the doorknob...THE DOORKNOB-

"Camilo?!"

Dolores spoke a little bit louder as she nudged his shoulder. Camilo looked at her in shock and looked around. His heart was still going rapidly.

"Camilo are you alright?!" She asked him while she looked into his eyes. She saw panic in his eyes, and he wasn't saying anything...he must be having a panic attack.

Her concerned voice alerted her parents Pepa looked at her son and stepped a little closer, putting her hand on his cheek.

"Mijo, are you okay?"

Camilo finally snapped out of his thoughts "I- I uh...yeah, I'm just...shocked is all" he chuckled nervously. Which wasn't a lie, he is shocked.

"Your heart was going really fast milo, are you sure-"

"I'm sure Dolores!" Camilo answered with a slightly irritated tone. He didn't mean that. Quick idiota, change your attitude "Heh....I'm okay, I'm happy"

Ok, very odd. He was telling the truth but there was something he wasn't saying. Dolores, Pepa, and Felix could see it.

"Mijo...if there's something wrong you can say it." Felix said sincerely.

"I'm fine papa, really"

The party continued and everything was going swell. Camilo joined in on the fun as well. But only to appear just as happy as everyone else was. But on the inside, he was feeling everything but happy.

"The magic is back now" a voice in his head said.

"You know what that means" Another voice said.

"Everything will go back to how it used to"

"You're going to be the villages Mamita and bufón again"

"It'll all go back to everyone never wanting you, just someone who doesn't even act or look like you"

What is happening?! Where are these voices coming from...why are they saying this to me... Camilo thought to himself.

"We're saying it because it's true milo. Everything is going to go back to normal...unless you take that doorknob out of the front door of course."

This was becoming very concerning to him...but he felt like they were right. He didn't want to go back to that, he can't go back to that! He needs that doorknob gone.

When he noticed the attention wasn't on him, he snook out to the front of the house and stood in front of the door.

It was a happy little door. It had everyone on it as a family. Cami couldn't deny that it was a sweet sight. But he wasn't really in the mood right now for sentimental value.

He looked down at the doorknob, staring into it intently. It glowed so beautifully with that 'M' carved into it. Oh, how he hated it.

"Go on!"

"I can't!"

"Just take it already!"

"What if it doesn't work?"

"You want to go back to how things were? At least try it!"

Camilo internally argued with himself for a few more seconds until he reached out and gripped out. He tugged softly the first time, no budge. He tugged harder, still, it didn't budge. He tugged again and the magic from the doorknob shot into him.

Causing him to shift into Mirabel. At these times, he would've just shrugged it off, but he felt...different. He felt...smarter? If that's a way to put it. A little bit more...optimistic?

He looked down at himself. He had all the physical likeness of Mirabel in every way. But something was off. Camilo felt like Mirabel. Like it was some kind of body & personality switch but he's still there.

Suddenly, memories flashed before his eyes. It was exactly the moment Mirabel was given the doorknob. The feelings of uncertainty but hopefulness she had. The feel of Antonio's tiny warm hand in hers as she walked past her family.

He was reliving that memory AND her feelings throughout the entire thing. He actually IS Mirabel right now. Her entire essence. This was incredible!

Was this a part of his gift now? Wait...his gift. He has a gift. That means he's still going to be bossed around again by the town! No, no, no, no! At this point, he doesn't care if it got a new upgrade.

Not if he can help it. He doesn't care if the magic disappears forever! That's not going to happen again!

Camilo pulled on the doorknob, but it just wouldn't budge. His action caught the interest of Casita. The living house made a window creak in confusion.

"I'm not doing anything-" Camilo stopped abruptly...did...did he just understanding Casita? The last time he checked, that was Mirabel's thing, not his.

"Casita...did you just speak to me?" He asked with the voice of Mirabel. Which was also a shock to him. He couldn't do girl voices all that well. He could barely do male ones.

The house flipped a tile and clicked with a few more.

"Oh, I'm just...inspecting the doorknob. Making sure no one wants to try and take. You know how People are...er...well, I guess you don't you are a house. Just...trust me on the Casita. I was making sure it was safe." "Mirabel" tapped the doorknob lightly with a smile as "she" looked up at the house.

A window opened, closed, and opened again in satisfaction, as a small way of saying "oh, ok."

So great...the magic was irremovable. He was stuck with going back to the same fate he was in seven months ago.

"I can't...I can't. I won't! I WON'T GO BACK! I CAN'T!" Camilo thought to himself in panic.

"Then don't" A voice in his head said, "This is your life now! You do what you want with it."

Camilo thought about it and that was true. He's a madrigal for crying out loud. The entire world IS his to toy with. He constantly slaved away for an entire town that did absolutely nothing for him.

And simply building a house isn't going to make up for all the stress, scolding, and parentification he dealt with. And during the rebuild people were STILL trying to pressure him into doing something he didn't want.

No more, no more, no more, NO MORE! The world is now a stage, and it's Camilo's turn to be the audience. Milo thought back to all the people who wronged him in some sort of way.

Oh yes, Alejandro Sanchez...the town Dusch bag and bully. He remembers how that same guy that used to bully him and Mirabel when they were younger was still the same prick.

That boy also had a mother that was the town Karen and gossiper. Oh, how Dolores hated her voice. Camilo also knew her because she would always drop off her kid into his arms and just walk away.

Not to mention that this kid, Dulce, was a whole ass brat that he was forced to put up with.

Well...how about a little fun?

He would have to make this quick fun though. He's sure someone would notice he was missing if he took too long. So, Camilo ran away from Casita and dashed down some alley ways.

Camilo shapeshifted into the tall, olive-skinned, strawberry blonde-haired boy. A simple dark blue Ruana and greyish white pants. He was a little confused.

No memories of Alejandro's past flashed before his eyes, no emotions either. He thought back to when he touched the doorknob and basically turned into Mirabel herself, just not fully.

Is that how that works? He has to touch something that belongs to the person in order to have their essence? Meh, he'll figure it out later.

Now that I'm Alejandro, what should I do first? Oh! Senora Martiza's bakery needs a redo. That old puta has bad mouthed my Tia way too many times.

Just as Camilo had hoped, Senora Martiza wasn't working. The bakery was empty. "Alejandro" tugged on the door handle and with sheer luck, it was already open.

He walked inside and looked around, so many pretty things. All clean and cozy looking. In a matter of 20 minutes, the entire bakery was trashed.

Sweets on the floor and smudged on the walls, kitchen utensils scattered about and broken, knocked over appliances, etc.

There weren't many people around but enough to see him run out and dash down an alley and behind houses. He stopped behind a certain house to catch his breath.

Man was this feeling exhilarating! He never felt this much adrenaline throughout his body. He just damaged someone's property in another person's form.

"Let's keep this game going!" Camilo thought.

Next was Senor Baltazar's shoe store. A man who had was still entitled enough to think the Madrigal's should still serve them. That was easy to tell by how he asked Isabela for a bouquet of flowers. She said no but he kept pressing on about it.

It's a real shame Camilo knew how to start a fire with rocks and sticks. He torched every shoe until it was clear that store had enough flame to burn down.

Next was Senora Lucana, one of the town's many seamstresses. Mirabel went to her and asked if she could be her mentor but was faced with a harsh no.

But after that she gladly took a girl under her wing and started teaching ever everything she knew. And said girl, Lora Gimenez, who was a supposed friend of Mirabel, bragged on about it. They aren't friends anymore.

Mirabel told Camilo all about it and it made his blood boil.

By the end of the night Cam- Alejandro vandalized two shops and burned down a store. AS well as three more shops to not have anyone in the family be suspicious that it was him. But it was small scale vandalism/ property damage.

All of that took about an hour and 30 minutes. When Camilo got back, the party was still going on and it seemed like no one noticed he was going.

His parents, Tia Gus and Tia Julieta were dancing. Antonio was sleeping on top of Parce next to Luisa, who was sleeping in a Hammock with a book on her face.

Isabela and Mirabel were swinging around Casita, decorating it in pollen. The only person that was missing was Dolores, and that was a problem for Milo.

He searched around the house for her and finally found her talking to Mariano on the left side of Casita. Surely, she would've heard something but she's chatting away without a care in the world.

Did she get her gift? Does it only come on when she wants it to?

Whatever the case may be, Camilo was in a safe spot. So, he went back inside and acted as if nothing happened.

What a great day

Special thanks to @miracles-and-butterflies for the ideas and @evostar for the inspiration.

Here's his playlist as well

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/32vxEKG0SdZbcnIrVBpqx8?si=dc835e685ba548d4

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