#bruno leaves encanto village
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Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^
(I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)
May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺
Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂
The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨
Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”
Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨
(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)
(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)
Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️
Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)
Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader
Category: Fluff/Smut
Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names
Word Count: 6.5k+
A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!
“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.
“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.
You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.
“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.
“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.
Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.
“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.
"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.
"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.
"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.
"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.
"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.
"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.
"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.
"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.
"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.
For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".
You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.
“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.
“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.
“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.
"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.
“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.
“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.
“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.
"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.
“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.
“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.
“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.
“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.
“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.
The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.
“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.
“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.
“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.
"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.
“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.
"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.
You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.
Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.
You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.
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Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.
“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.
“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.
“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.
“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.
“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.
“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.
“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.
“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.
“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.
“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.
“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.
“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.
“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.
“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.
“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.
“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.
“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.
"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.
"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.
“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.
"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.
“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.
“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.
“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.
“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.
“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.
“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.
“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.
"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.
You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.
“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.
“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.
A Few Days Later…
“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.
“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.
"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.
“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.
"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.
You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.
"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.
"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.
"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.
You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.
Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.
"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.
The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.
“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.
“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.
“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.
“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.
You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.
"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.
"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.
"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.
"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.
"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.
“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.
You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.
"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.
“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.
“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.
“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.
“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.
“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.
“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.
“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.
“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.
Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.
“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.
"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.
"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.
"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.
"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.
You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.
"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.
The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.
"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.
“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.
“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.
“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.
“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.
“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.
“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.
“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.
You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.
“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.
“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.
“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.
Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.
“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.
“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.
Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.
“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.
“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.
“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.
You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.
“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.
You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.
“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.
The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.
“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.
“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.
"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.
"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.
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I remember seeing something in your tags where you said you had a few ideas for episodes for the Encanto series. Do you mind sharing them with me? if you want of course. (I've already written the basic premise for seasons 1-4 but I'm happy to hear any ideas you got)
ooh of course! these are just some brainstormed thoughts nothing substantial but
- mirabel gets her new room (because we didn’t see it in the movie)
- julieta cooking with her daughters as a bonding exercise
- bruno goes out into the town with his sisters and they talk to the townspeople about everything
- mirabels having nightmares/flashbacks of casita falling on her and starts thinking there’s cracks everywhere
- antonio and Dolores doing literally anything I love them
- alma falls back into old habits but the family’s there to steer her in the right direction
- luisa gets a fun part in her room! (Based on the concept art)
- the husbands + bruno have a boys night out !
- isa and Dolores have a heart to heart when they plan to spend the day together
- camilo and Bruno put on a play for the whole community and the whole family helps!
- pepa brings bruno around to try new things since he’s missed so much
- madrigal grandkids have a sleepover
- triplets flashback to when they first get their gifts and it’s the first week of absolute CHAOS in the encanto
- day of little candles themed ep where alma and the family go to the river and alma tells them all about pedro (maybe a flashback to life before dos oruguitas)
- isabela adjusting to her new identity and the villagers still subconsciously think of her as her “perfect” version
- someones birthday and the family throw the best party ever
- mirabel and bruno reflect on what’s changed and how the future can be scary
- this one’s entirely self indulgent but mirabel goes to the local seamstress to get advice and ends up being taken on board as an assistant
- camilo and Marco get all the town kids to partake in the ultimate encanto football match
- luisa having a day off where the family do everything for her (she deserves it)
- christmas ep because why not!
- flashback to grandkids as younger for some preteen Dolores and isa moments
- antonio starts school and is super nervous and struggles a bit but he has his family for support
- mirabel not being used to having attention on her all the time and feeling like she has to live up to new expectations because she’s “the miracle” (this isn’t her being a leader or anything this is literally just her brain assuming they expect stuff from her)
- triplets bday!! (Can be from any time)
- mirabel and Antonio have a picnic
- Dolores and Mariano get a date set up for them by camilo
- madrigal sisters talk about their feelings from when mirabel went missing
- agustin and julieta have an anniversary coming up so agustin wants to make it the most special ever (shenanigans insue)
- pepa and felix go out for the night and pepa is insanely talented on the dance floor
- all the parents go away and Bruno is left to babysit
- isabela wants to make some friends after not having many due to her wanting to keep up appearances
- Dolores wants a new outfit and goes to mirabel for help
- luisa stands up to the donkey man
- julieta and alma moments
I cant think of more on the spot so if anyone wants to leave suggestions in comments!
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Alright, I don't want to brag about anything, but... I really enjoy all the content about the Cocooned AU and few days ago, while re-reading that... I thought of something :
What if, instead of pulling just grandkids... Casita trapped ALL of the Madrigals in their rooms... before falling apart and the family disappearing.
The people, obviously, search over the area for months, but find nothing. Félix and Augustín's families are devastated. Not only had the magical family disappearanced... but also had their sons, daugthers-in-law, grandkids and so on. Félix's family decides to stay low for awhile, while Augustín's completely leaves Encanto, as staying gives them too much pain...
Until, months later, a new little boy is born. To Félix's family, many say he looks like his deceased/disappeared relative and, as if in a joke, they decide to name him after him...
All would go back to normal, unless something else happens... when somebody says there's a couple by a river outside the mountain. A man and woman, in late stages of pregnancy. The villagers, seeing the couple has so threat and in quite vulnerable condition, take them in, until, exactly on birthday of long gone Julieta, Pepa and Bruno, the woman gives birth... to healthy tiny triplets. The fact the couple's names are Alma and Pedro don't help any bit.
While the new parents are happy about their children and that they were born in good condition... the Encanto starts to wonder, who are these people and, some very hopeful, if the Madrigals' magic was able to save them and sent them back, before everything went down the hill. And it all seals when the small house, the two had built on a hill near edge of the small town, starts to glow and comes to life.
And that's when the villagers know. La familia Madrigal is back. But would they tell Pedro and Alma about past life... or, in fear of causing other catastrophe/fall incident, they stay quiet and let the family live their lives, in the dark of their past
NO PLEASE BRAG❗❗ you know how excited I get when I learn someone's reread my stuff like 🤭🤭
NO, BUT THIS IDEA...is so good omg. You know I have thought about that too if all the Madrigals caught a body in that au. Lil' Félix, I'm crying. They probably is was a nice tribute to the real Félix and a sort of morbid joke but like. When Alma and Pedro came back and then Alma had TRIPLETS?? (Who I assume were named Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno lmao). And then their house came to life and has magic. Like they're definitely back.
Also?? Does Agustín’s family come back?? I mean I assume it’s a similar situation to Félix. And I assume if they can leave the Encanto, then news might have spread, and anyone who previously had lived there would recognize the meaning behind “The Madrigals are back”. So would they return?? I mean I assume they would 😭
And I’m not sure, maybe they would stay quiet?? I think it would’ve been pieced together what caused the fall of Casita, at least some, or maybe it’s just paranoia that it’ll happen again, but maybe the villagers just. Don’t say anything about it.
EITHER WAY. I’D LOVE TO SEE MORE OF THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY BUT NO PRESSURE 💪💪
W village for taking in Alma and Pedro
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encanto headcanon collection #30493929
Because she's constantly listening to people, Dolores is fluent in every language spoken in the Encanto. she hasn't told anyone except Mariano this (it's not a secret, just nobody else has asked)
Camilo upstages EVERY QUINCEANERA. doesn't matter HOW nice and unique the dress you find is, doesn't matter if you hide it from him, he WILL show up in a dress that's prettier and more ostentatious. nobody knows if he's pulling them from magazines or making them up or what. he has every gender but mainly his mom yells at him for being rude, says if he's going to be a woman he 'needs to be uglier'
Dolores doesn't get sensory overload in crowds. Her favourite hobby is sitting down listening to 18 peoples drama simultaneously. she gets extremely overwhelmed in quiet rooms when there's no other sounds to focus on except the things she's actually supposed to be listening to
Dolores is extremely face blind and can't ready body language at all, she completely relies on listening to people's bodies to recognise people and their feelings. When she loses her gift it becomes extremely obvious she is Very Autistic (she doesn't mind)
Bruno can magically sense how much time has passed, what time of day it is etc with perfect precision. Again nobody knows this until he loses his gift and reveals he has never in his life learned how to read a clock
Mirabel shuts out her parents a lot and isn't very close to them even though they get on fine. there is NO REASON for this she's just 15. they've literally never done anything wrong she's just like 'idk they don't understand me'
(but because she's not going through any kind of supernatural crisis they think she's doing great. smoothest adolescence ever. nailed it)
(when isabela went through puberty she just RUINED the local ecosystem)
Alma is openly socialist, anti-war, Encanto is a refuge of peace etc etc, so gay couples have gotten married in their Encanto. this headcanon exists simultaneously with 'alma sleeps with women because she's homophobic': Alma can never bring herself to sleep with another man since Pedro but sex with women 'doesn't count' so she HAS absolutely gotten down with several other old women in the village. gay love is real but not for her. rip
Bruno sold ONE emerald vision plate in 1951 and that's the sum of the entire family's money, but nobody understands money so all he uses it for is for allowance for the kids
Bruno is actually very good-natured about being mocked or laughed at. Because most people in the village would treat him with terrified politeness he considers it an upgrade
Bruno is making NO effort to counter the rumours about him at this point, he's too old, local children sneak up to him and ask if it's true he eats brains and he's just deadass like 'wouldn't you like to know'
Dolores has perfect recall with sounds/words but she pretends not to. life is easier that way
Antonio can talk to bugs they mainly just sit around saying things like 'Leaves' and 'it's sunny'. Isabela starts keeping bugs with him. sometimes they just sit down and have Bug Conversations. ('Antonio, I like leaves' 'Leaves')
As an aunt Julieta is incredibly fun, but Pepa is just Another Mom But Stricter. rip.
Bruno is just DOGSHIT at giving presents. they still bring up when he gave Julieta a hammer for Christmas
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So I rewatched the movie encanto, and I wondered something.
What would Bruno's kids be like?
Hear me out, Alma and Pedro gave birth to the past (Julieta, who heals past wounds), present (Pepa who can control the weather now), and future (Bruno who can see the future)
Julieta and Augustin gave birth to beauty (Isabella, who makes beautiful flowers and plants), brawn (Luisa who is stronger than ten men), and brains (Mirabel who solved the whole family issues)
Pepa and Félix gave birth to hear no evil (Dolores who hears everything), see no evil (Camilo who can change into anyone), and speak no evil (Antonio who can speak to animals and command them)
But what would Bruno's children be if he had any? What would their life be like in the encanto before and after Bruno leaves? Would he have triplets like he was with his sisters since everyone else is years apart? Who would they get along with? What do you think their powers would be? What would their relationship be with the members of the family? What would the villagers think of them?
I need to know what you guys think. Make your story for these three
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A Festive Breakup
Right before Jose leaves Encanto, Jose will break up with Chepe for good. They started their relationship under the fireworks and ended it in another.
So eventually Jose will get tired of their secret relationship. He wants Chepe to be open and be public about it. During a festival, Jose will attempt to kiss him in public, but as usual Chepe will rebuff him and another argument starts again. Sick and tired of this game, he will explode with emotion and ask him why he keeps hiding his true self. He will ask, no demand that Chepe at least say that he loves him back. If he doesn't hear those words from him, he won't know if Chepe is just using him or truly cares about him. He will yell out "Say it! At least once! Tell me you love me!" Fireworks will be blaring, so their whole conversation is muffled from prying ears. And we know how it ends, Chepe can't say it, won't say it. Behind Jose, as the colors of the fireworks paint around them, he sees the stares of the people around them. It's only a few who stares, but to Chepe it feels like everyone. So he says nothing. Jose tired of the nonsense, looks so heartbroken and just says "I can't do this anymore. We're done."
This will lead Chepe, who is just suffocating from his own emotion to burst out in anger and physically fight Jose. Thankfully his father, Julio, will put a stop to that. And so goes their breakup and they won't get together again until three decades later.
After this break up, Jose will be dating Bruno openly and then leave the village.
(Remember Jose is @my-gunpowder Oc and Chepe is mine)
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«Blessing» (Encanto fan comic)
An idea (and eventual part of headcanon) all the way from year ago. Whole scenario was based on that one brief interaction of Agustín with Bruno during “All of You”. Sadly, I’ve got disappointed with myself in process and left it unfinished for indefinite time, and as result, decided to rework it from scratch now, but the scenario stayed the same.
At the time, it wasn’t clear if in canon Agustín was always part of Encanto or arrived here as adult (info from artbook says he came “from big city”), but later it was confirmed by director Bush that all inhabitants of the village were either born here or are refugees from 50 years ago, and it’s just Agustín’s family that has city roots. I decided to leave that aspect ambiguous, as it had no specific bearing on the conversation, but originally it was supposed he wasn’t (and isn’t at the moment) deeply familiar with the Madrigal family and its hierarchy. My headcanon has been updated since that, so expect eventual follow-up on that backstory.
Anyway, whatever connection did stem from that, it wasn’t developed further much in next 20+ years due to Bruno growing progressively more reclusive and reluctant to forge relationships beyond his blood relatives. But as feeling of disconnection becomes stronger, he’s still determined to protect happiness of his loved ones, and not above using benefit of indisputable trust people have in his words, especially when his guts saying it will be right. He (and the rest of Madrigals) may not realize full extent of powers given to him, but as they’re based in natural traits, his are rooted in sharp intuition which, in some cases, doesn’t even require activation of visions. For why he’s so confident on the matter in this case… the story for another time.
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So, another Encanto AU I have is a canon divergence one.
So Bruno leaves before Mirabel is born, and leaves a note for Alma, basically saying he's leaving because of the way he's been treated by her and the village at large. He actually leaves the village and never comes back, and it makes Alma come to terms with the fact she messed up earlier and she decides to change for the better and reconnect with her family.
Julieta is still resentful of her mother for a combination of the past treatment and that she was one of the main reasons Bruno left. Though she's also mad at herself that she didn't do anything.
When Mirabel is born, Julieta keeps her away from Alma as much as she can, despite Alma only wanting to know her newest granddaughter. Mirabei is also autistic officially in this AU, so she's not much of a talker when she grows up yo be 3-5.
I haven't really gotten the details of Alma’s relationship with the rest of the family after Bruno left, but she will have a better relationship with a good chunk of the family. Julieta is the only one who actively dislikes her, with Augustine and her children conflicted as to what they should do.
Love a good canon divergence!
The idea of Alma trying to redeem herself, but it being a little too late (for some of the family) does have a lot of potential. Alongside the idea of Bruno actually leaving and making it more obvious to the family; lots of angst to be found there.
My main queries are:
I don’t get why Julieta would keep Mirabel so well-protected and separate from Alma, but not extend the same treatment to Isabela and Luisa. Yes, they are older, but you think she’d protect all three of her girls even if the older two didn’t get what was happening or saw their Abuela as a good person.
Nor does Agustín liking Alma make any sense. He’s the closest in the film to having a dislike or, at the very least, not an overly positive relationship with her. He is the one who fully stands up to her and defends his kids from her. I see no reason why he wouldn’t take Julieta’s side and try to keep their girls separate from her. If anything, it seems like it would be the other way around.
Similarly, there’s no mention of the warm family, but I understand that you haven’t fully worked out the details of the relationships yet.
Mirabel’s also a newborn baby when most of stuff happens, so this isn’t really relevant to her. Possibly there could be something in Julieta finding out about Bruno’s leaving and the shock sends her into early labour/possible miscarriage - depending when exactly his disappearance occurs before Mira’s birth. Then you can add the loss of a child to Julieta’s struggles as well. (The more interesting figures would be the ones who know Alma’s previous behaviour, to make the comparison of the change).
Again, I am really intrigued by the AU’s premise though and I’d love to do it. I just think some minor details need to be worked out and it needs a name (but don’t feel you have to come up with one). So, if you have any suggestions or thoughts, let me know!
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I've got a very mixed relationship with TV Tropes. They banned me twice for no real reason, but I can't stop admiring their archive of tropes. This is what a work page for my "Encanto" fanfic, "Cracks in the future", would look like. (Some of these tropes also fit the canon characters in the movie.) This fanfic is set in an alternate universe, where Bruno has a wife (Míriam) and two kids (Teresa and Víctor).
A - L
Adaption Personality Change: Downplayed. There's a bit less emphasis in this fic on the weirder things, that Bruno will do in the movie. This is partly because most of it is told from Teresa's point of view, and she's a Daddy's Girl who won't find him strange. But it helps as well that he's happier in this fic than in most of the movie, and it makes his anxieties less pronounced and easier to control. That said, it is made clear that Bruno still manages to weird other people out. Abuelo Gonzalez (his father-in-law) actually wonders if he's "right in the head", and Pablo is forced to admit that he can see why people would find him "odd". But still, while Bruno is likely to cover his face with a hood if he's out in public, except if Míriam is there to pull it down, he will never wear a bucket over his head here. And he still has rats as pets long before it would be seen as normal, but his two alter egos Hernando and Jorge are never mentioned at all in this fic. And even him being superstitious is only mentioned exactly once.
Adaptional Angst Downgrade: Bruno is generally much happier in this fic than in most of the movie. It is true that he still deals with the pressure from his mother, and with a bunch of judgemental villagers. But it's noted that him meeting Míriam has improved his life a great deal. He never hid from his family for years either in this fic, since he could talk to his wife about his visions and had two kids to raise. Bruno and Míriam decided to simply not reveal what he saw in Mirabel's future. That made his mother furious with him, but he didn't have to become a hermit…
The Alcoholic: Tía Malena's husband Enrique is described as a violent drunk, and nobody in Malena's family likes him.
All Work vs All Play: This is what Míriam and Malena were in their younger days. Míriam preferred to stay at home and help their parents in their shop, but Malena would be out dating different guys instead.
Almighty Mum: When a bully's father is about to start attacking Bruno's door, Bruno can't do much except take his crying wife into his tower, and tell his kids to go to their rooms and hide there. And as soon as the man attacks the door, what saves the situation is that the door gives the attacker an electric shock, and that Abuela Madrigal arrives and tells him and his wife off. They try to make it look as if everything is Bruno's and Teresa's fault, but that doesn’t work at all. Abuela Madrigal only tells them to leave. And naturally, they must obey her. * As a matter of fact, people respect Abuela Madrigal so much that Teresa can use it. She learns that if Pablo's father keeps on slandering her and her father, her bringing up her abuela is the only way to make him stop.
Ascended Extra: Bruno has never hidden from his family for a decade in this fic, where he becomes the beloved father of protagonist Teresa. So he naturally has lots of screen time here, that he didn't have in the movie.
Awful Wedded Life: Tía Malena is clearly unhappy with her marriage to Enrique, who's described as a violent drunk who nobody in Malena's family likes. Also, Pablo reveals to Teresa that he wonders if his parents even still like each other. Both of these cases are in contrast to the three happy Madrigal marriages.
Bespectacled Cutie: Mirabel happens to be the only family member except for her father, who needs to wear glasses. She's also the only Madrigal kid to have no gift and struggles with that.
Beta Couple: Julieta and Pepa are already dating Agustín and Félix respectively, when Bruno and Míriam get together in the first chapter. It is later revealed in the second chapter, that Julieta and Pepa are planning triple dates. And later on in the story, the three couples have been married for 22 years and are still friends. * Dolores and Mariano become this to Teresa and Pablo by the end of the story. It is a case though, where the Betas get together later than the Official Couple, since everyone had just expected Mariano to propose to Isabela, while Dolores had hidden her feelings for him.
Big Sister Instinct: Teresa manages to save Víctor from a group of mean bullies, and it's revealed that Pepa used to do the same thing for Bruno.
Birth-Death Juxtaposition: Abuelo Pedro was killed during an attack right after his kids were born.
Bookworm: Bruno is hardly fond of being out among people in public, but he will still take his family on regular visits to the local library. It is noted that he was an avid reader as a young man. So now, it is important to him to encourage his kids to read. And it worked especially well with Víctor, who loves to go to the library. However, Teresa will borrow a book or two as well.
A Boy, A Girl, And A Baby Family: Dolores is 21 years old, Camilo is 15 years old and Antonio is the baby of the family at five years old.
Boyfriend-Blocking Dad: Bruno becomes a downplayed example when Teresa meets Pablo. Bruno is clearly uncomfortable with it, but he still is more nervous than aggressive. And he doesn’t have anything bad to say about Pablo, he is even able to apologize for acting weird, and acknowledge that Pablo is the first person who isn't a family member, who will respect him. As soon as Teresa asks her parents if she can bring Pablo to her room though (she promises that they'll only talk, but they would be alone together in her bedroom), Bruno has to warn him that he can't do anything "improper" to her.
Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl: Downplayed with Bruno and Míriam as he is as gentle to her as she is to him. They were also both lonely before they met each other. However, Bruno was extremely unhappy until then. And he still has his anxieties and a bad reputation. Míriam managed to see that he wasn't dangerous though, even if she was the only girl in the Encanto to be willing to date him. Nowadays, it is her job to help him deal with whatever his problems are… * Pepa and Félix are a gender-inverted example. She is very hot-tempered and overly emotional, and it became his job to calm her down (and it's a very important job, since Pepa's mood controls the weather in the Encanto).
The Bully: A gang of them attack Víctor in an alley before Teresa can stop them. One of the bullies who insults their father gets what he deserves though… * It is revealed that Bruno also was attacked by bullies when he was younger, and that Pepa had to strike them in their heads with lightning.
Bumbling Dad: Mirabel's father, Agustín, is clumsy and always attracts bees, but he does love his wife and his daughters dearly and will do anything for them.
Canon Foreigner: Míriam, Malena, their parents, Teresa, Víctor, Leonor, Pablo, Pablo's family and Enrique are all characters, who don't appear in the movie.
Clashing Cousins: Teresa and Isabela are never able to get along. But then, Teresa suddenly has an epiphany that Isa almost accepted a loveless marriage. And it makes her feel sympathy for her at last…
Daddy's Girl: Teresa is very devoted to Bruno and won't let anybody insult him (and that is what most of the villagers do). She is very adamant about assuring that he's right about all of his visions. Her theory is that she got the same gift as him for this reason: Since she loves her father so much, she can't imagine having a different gift…
Demoted To Extra: This happened to several of the characters from the movie. Mirabel is Teresa's best friend and still an important character, but she's not the protagonist and will not appear in every chapter. And as much as Julieta, Pepa, Agustín, Félix, Camilo and Antonio are still there, they only get a few lines each. When it comes to more minor characters from the movie, like the kids who pestered Mirabel, Señora Pezmuerto and Señor Flores, they are still around as well, but they're not named and don't get any lines. Osvaldo Orozco Ortiz is an aversion though, as he is in the spotlight in one scene.
Disappeared Dad: Abuelo Pedro was forced to sacrifice his life to save all the other villagers, when they were attacked when his three kids had just been born. Not only did this traumatize his wife Alma (a k a Abuela Madrigal), but it's clear that Bruno (who was the only boy) also struggled a lot as he didn’t have a father. * Nobody has ever found out what happened to Teresa's cousin Leonor's father. He seems to have just disappeared one day. So he must have either been killed, or he found some way to leave the Encanto and abandon his pregnant fiancée.
Energetic and Soft-Spoken Duo: Mirabel and Dolores end up with this dynamic, when they're in the same scene together. Mirabel is very bubbly and talkative, Dolores is calmer and much quieter.
Fiery Redhead: Tía Pepa is red-headed and really hot-tempered. Her mood is what controls the weather in the Encanto.
Foolish Sibling, Responsible Sibling: Míriam had become the responsible sister, who preferred to stay at home and help her parents in their shop. Malena would be out dating different guys instead. Even as they've reached their middle age, Míriam is Happily Married and described by Teresa as a perfect wife and mother, while Malena is stuck with a violent drunk and is very jealous of her sister.
Freudian Trio: The three middle-aged women in the Casita form a trio like this. Pepa is really hot-tempered (the Id), Julieta is the calm and responsible sister (the Superego), while Míriam does her best to be the perfect wife and mother, but she can still start crying and lose her temper (the Ego). * This is true for their husbands as well. Félix is jolly and extroverted (the Id), Agustín is calm and more composed (the Superego), while Bruno is introverted, but will often show emotions like sadness and anxiety and shame (the Ego). * And naturally, this is true with the triplets too, with Pepa as a hot-tempered Id, Julieta as the calm Superego and Bruno as the introverted but nervous Ego.
Generation Xerox: Míriam got really scared the first time she saw Bruno's eyes glow green, and it made him plead with her to not leave him. Years later, this is repeated but gender-inverted with Teresa and Pablo. He is very startled when he sees her eyes glow green, and it makes her plead with him to not leave her. * Pablo's mother says that Teresa reminds her of her mother though. But later, Pablo reveals to Teresa that her eyes will look sad even when she's smiling. And that's a trait, that she's apparently inherited from her father. * Víctor is very much like Bruno, which has become notable to lots of people. Both of them are described as having a melancholy and nervous personality. Their pictures that hang next to Abuela Madrigal's door are nearly identical. Both of them are also into writing stories and theater and have rats as pets. * But a lot of this might go back one more generation. As soon as Pablo sees a painting of Abuelo Pedro, he says he thinks that Bruno looks a lot like him. Bruno and Víctor are also implied to have inherited their writing skills from him.
Generational Trauma: Abuela Madrigal watched her husband get killed during an attack. And it made her think that her kids and grandkids have to work hard, and produce new generations of Madrigals, so the magic and their protection from new attacks will stay strong. But it makes her do things like allowing the villagers to slander Bruno, pushing Mirabel to the side until she feels unloved, pressuring Isabela to think that she must enter a marriage that she doesn’t want, and Luisa to think that she has to work hard until she almost burns herself out. Teresa is mostly left alone until she meets Pablo. But then, Abuela Madrigal makes it clear that she wants great-grandkids. It is only after the Casita crumbles and the magic is lost, that a healing process can begin…
The Glorious War of Sisterly Rivalry: Míriam and Malena have a responsible vs irresponsible divide, and not a smart vs pretty divide (even if Míriam is the wiser out of the two, and Malena is described as having been the more popular sister). But still, Malena seems to see her whole life as just a competition with Míriam. Malena is very bitter and jealous since Míriam has a better life than her. * Mirabel and Isabela are unable to get along, and Mirabel and Teresa love to mock Isabela for being so haughty. But they can reconcile after Isabela reveals her secret: she was only going to marry Mariano to please Abuela Madrigal.
Glowing Eyes: This is what happens when Bruno or Teresa looks into the future. Their eyes will glow green.
Good Parents: Teresa and Víctor feel that Bruno and Míriam definitely are this. Teresa adores her father and admires her mother, just as much as Víctor adores his mother and admires his father.
Green Thumb: Isabela's power is that she can grow plants out of nowhere.
Happily Married: Teresa is glad that she grew up around three happy marriages (Bruno/Míriam, Pepa/Félix and Julieta/Agustín), but she can also describe her abuelos as being devoted to each other…
Hidden Depth: Even if Teresa didn't quite agree with Mirabel that Mariano was a "dumb hunk", she is very surprised when she learns that he's a poet.
Honorary Uncle: This story has an inversion. Normally, Teresa and Víctor would have called Tía Malena's husband "Tío Enrique". But nobody in Malena's family likes him because he's a violent drunk, so nobody has taught Teresa or Víctor to think of him as their tío. He is therefore referred to as just "Enrique".
Housewife: Zig-zagged with Míriam. She devotes a big chunk of her life to just taking care of her husband and her kids, and that is clearly what she wanted. However, she likes to run her family's shop too after she gets a chance to do so. Still, she is ready to cut down on her hours in the shop after the magic returns.
I Am Not Pretty: Teresa is very surprised when Pablo actually calls her pretty. What she thought was that Isabela was the pretty one.
I See Dead People: Víctor's power is that he can both see and hear the spirits of the dead.
I Want Grandkids: Actually, Abuela Madrigal is pushing for great-grandkids now. This is very justified though since she believes that if the Encanto will survive, there must be new generations of Madrigals to keep the magic strong.
In-Series Nickname: "Mira" for Mirabel, "Isa" for Isabela and "Juli" for Julieta. Antonio and Pablo are called "Toñito" and "Pablito" by their respective mothers. * As a way more negative example, Bruno is known as "Bad Luck Bruno" among the villagers. It is even used by his brother-in-law Enrique, but he's not portrayed in a positive light anyway.
Jacob and Esau: Pablo is clearly his mother's favorite, and Pablo is convinced that his brother Manuel is their father's favorite.
The Jinx: Most of the villagers consider Bruno as one of these. They think that not only can he see the future, but he will make all kinds of bad things that he sees happen. Teresa is later accused of causing an old woman's death as well…
Like Mother, Unlike Daughter: Mirabel and Dolores swapped their mother's roles. Mirabel is bubblier than Julieta, while Dolores is quieter than Pepa.
The Lost Lenore: Abuelo Pedro was forced to sacrifice his life during a war. That is when the miracle was born, but it has truly traumatized his wife, Alma, who saw it happen in front of her eyes. As the years went by and she became best known as "Abuela Madrigal", she started to put a lot of pressure on her kids and grandkids. She thought that this was the only way to keep the magic strong, and it would give them protection from new attacks…
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I am ✨bored✨ here are some of my Encanto AUs
NEXT GEN AU
Self-explanatory: A next generation AU set about two decades past the events of the film. At this point, the family has settled down. Mirabel is now the fearless matriarch of the family, as Alma wanted someone young to take her place. Isabela and Luisa have both moved out, the ladder starting a family with a woman she loves. Dolores and Camilo are both married to people they deeply love with kids, and Antonio is extremely desperate to leave the Encanto. A crack in mountain has been left open for two decades, and it’s driving him nuts with curiosity— he believes there’s more out there in the world for him then the Encanto, and wishes to study at a real school and learn more then what their outdated books tell them.
Luisa’s family:
Wife: Valeria
Kids: Benson, Gaberial
Dolores Family:
Husband: Mariano
Kids: Issac, Paloma, Eloísa
Camilo family:
Former husband: Hugo
Current husband: Marco
Kids: Cyrus, Carolina, Chris and Celeste (yes they all have ‘C’ names and yes its all Camilo’s fault)
Behind the Magic
A very grandkid centric AU. The grandkids wake up separated from each other in a, vast magical land called “Planta”. They quickly discover that the continent is split between multiple countries which are all home to magic users like them. There is one issue: all the countries and segregated and by no means will make any kind of alliance. Some of the countries are at the very least peaceful, others are at war, and some have turned to myths and disappeared entirely. A prophet from the “Kingdom of The Future” (a faction of people with the same future seeing gift as Bruno) tells them that they must end the incoming war between the countries and bring the lost back in order to be whole again, only then they will be granted entry back into their world. The grandkids find themselves at a cross road when they begin siding with enemies and turning on each other, risking not just their way home but the place they’ve been sent to.
SEPARATED AU
Upon Casitas fall, all of the grandkids expect for Mirabel and Antonio split up and leave the Encanto. Isabela is now studying botany at university in a more populated part of Colombia. Dolores writes poems and dreams of a better life from a small village she found. Luisa has started a family and is now a mother told two kids, and Camilo’s face is now on nearly every bill board and in every record store. But when Alma suddenly falls extremely ill, Mirabel and Antonio set out to find their lost family and reunite before her death.
Pokémon AU
Yeah…. Pokemon.
Modern AU
This one only exists so I could write a fanfic of them going to Disneyworld
Puss in Boots
I’m scared to explain this one
#encanto#camilo madrigal#isabela madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#mirabel madrigal#félix madrigal#dolores madrigal#antonio madrigal#luisa magridal#agustin madrigal#alma madrigal#encanto au
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DSMP x Encanto AU
This AU is a mix of DSMP, Encanto, and Fantasy. DSMP for the characters, Encanto for the story, and Fantasy to tie the two together.
While this AU follows the same progression of the events in Encanto, details are reminiscent of Minecraft Fantasy stories, and the interactions happen accordingly to the DSMP characters’ personalities.
I wanted to added the fantasy element because I wanted to keep Philza’s wings and Techno’s pig theme somehow.
Characters Roles:
Main Characters:
Philza Minecraft starring as Alma Madrigal
Sapnap starring as Pepa Madrigal
Niki Nihachu starring as Juelieta Madrigal
Technoblade starring as Bruno Madrigal
Ranboo starring as Isabella Madrigal
Dream starring as Dolores Madrigal
Tubbo starring as Luisa Madrigal
Quackity starring as Camilo Madrigal
Tommyinnit starring as Mirabella Madrigal
Wilbur Soot starring as Antonio Madrigal
Other Characters:
Karl Jacobs starring as Felix Madrigal
Captain Puffy starring as Augustin Madrigal
Kristen starring as Abuelo Madrigal
Georgenotfound starring as Mariano Guzman
BadBoyHalo starring as Señora Guzman
Awesamdude, JackManifoldTV, and Hannahxxrose starring as those three people in the “we don’t talk about bruno song”
TinaKitten, AimseyTV, and Foolish Gamers starring as the three little kids
Timeline: The Beginning
Kristen was a famous and powerful knight captain who had just taken maternity leave. When the kingdom broke into civil war, she was ordered to return and lead the army.
However, Kristen had just given birth to triplets and refused to leave them. She and Phil ran away to their home village.
A couple months later, soldiers found and raided the village. Kristen and Phil evacuated as many villagers as possible.
Soldiers eventually caught up with them. Kristen valiantly fought them off, but then a soldier aimed at Phil, who was carrying their children.
Kristen took the hit for them. She died.
Philza cried out in anguish. The combination of these two sparked a miracle to happen. The flame of the candle he held exploded with magic. Mountains rose protectively around Philza and his people, a magic house rose in the center of the encanto, and a pair of giant feathered wings sprouted from his back
Ever since then, the descendants of the Minecraft family were blessed with magical gifts and manifested their animal spirits within.
To be continued…
#mcyt#dsmp#dream smp#dsmp au#philza minecraft#encanto#encanto au#dsmpxencanto#i left the minecraft fandom over a year ago#but i have a lot of au ideas that’s just been sitting in my notes#I don't even know what's going on in Minecraft or the fandom anymore#what's the deal with these trial chambers?#crossover
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This is very dumb but I went through the effort of minimally editing this thing so might as well post it.
Presenting a silly oneshot where TBTK Bruno gets to reunite with his sisters. Only there's one small problem. They're not his sisters, and their version of him has been missing for nine years. He might as well do something about that while he's there.
This didn't make any sense. First everyone in this town seemed to automatically be wary of him. Then he heard them muttering his real name under his breath and now—
Now he was in the middle of a hug with Julieta and Pepa and it didn't make any sense. They were sobbing demanding where he'd been, demanding to know why he left
Was he hallucinating? He wasn't dead, he knew that. He had to be hallucinating. Right?
“Bruno!”
At last he finally choked out the first thing that came to mind, ignoring their own questions. “How are you here? You were both — I don't understand — how is this possible?”
“What Bruno? Of course we're here, where else would we be besides the Encanto? Where have you been, it's been nine years! We thought you—”
He pulled back abruptly. “What? No, this isn't the Encanto. Have you lost your mind? This is nothing like home! Or at least… I don't think it is. I can't really remember that much about what it looked like, it's been too long but it was definitely bigger than this valley. And what do you mean 9 years it's been centuries. What happened? How did you escape?”
Julieta’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern. "You're not making any sense, let's get you out of the sun and back to Casita then I'm sure we can talk everything out."
"For the record I am still furious at you for leaving," Pepa huffed, "But I'm just happy you're back. You have good timing. Mirabel's quince is in a week."
"Her what?"
"Her quinceñera? You know? That really important moment in a teenage girl's life that you missed for our other daughters?"
"I know what a quinceñera is! What I don't know is how you know what it is. …or how you're speaking Spanish."
He took another step back, that little bit of hope that this was real was shattering into a million pieces. "This isn't real. Of course it's not real Bruno, it's been 400 years. Why would you suddenly find your sisters in some random mountain village…"
"Oye! Madrigal!" Suddenly a woman with braids was in his face brandishing a sandal. You've got some nerve showing up here again after you killed my goldfish!" As an afterthought "and after you abandoned your family."
Bruno snatched the sandal and tossed it to the side. "I did not abandon my family. Failed them? Yes. Abandoned them? No. Also I've killed a lot of things but never a goldfish."
"What?! You dare—"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Look I have no idea who you are and I'm trying to figure out if I've finally cracked or if there's something else going on so please leave."
Julieta and Pepa stared slack-jawed at the interaction between Pezmuerto and the man who looked like their timid brother but acted nothing like him. Pezmuerto stormed off and he began pacing, mumbling to himself about being too old for this, going insane a century ago, and family members trapped as statues.
Hesitantly Julieta reached out and tapped him on the shoulder. "I think, maybe it'd be best to try and figure this out at Casita."
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“Tell me if I’ve got this straight. Your name is Bruno Madrigal but you’re not our Bruno Madrigal because your version of our family was turned to stone before the Spanish even got to South America and the man who did that cursed you to be immortal.”
“Almost, you’re forgetting I sent the kids to the future. They’ll show up eventually and then we’re going to try to break the curse on the others.”
“Right, how could I forget that part?” Julieta sounded as tired as Bruno felt
“And for your family, Pedro was murdered trying to protect Alma and you three and that created the miracle?”
Pepa bit the inside of her cheek. “Don’t let Mama hear you say that but yes that is one way to put it.”
“So what happened to your Bruno?”
Pepa and Julieta both looked towards the family tree painted on the wall. “We don’t…usually talk about him anymore. But given the circumstances…”
Julieta sighed, “We don’t know. We couldn’t find him the day after Mirabel didn’t get a gift. That day turned into a week then a month and now it’s been ten years since we last saw him. Mama says he must have left the valley but—”
“You have to be a skilled mountain climber to get out of the valley and our Bruno definitely wasn’t one of them.” Pepa’s voice dropped to a whisper. “His door went dark, his room fell apart— Mama may insist he’s alive but…”
“You think he’s dead.”
They both nodded silently as Pepa’s cloud started to drizzle.
Bruno stood. These may not be his sisters but they clearly were versions of them and he wasn’t going to sit around while a version of him was off somewhere causing them pain. “If I find out he is dead, do you want to know?”
They looked at him sharply. “What?”
“How are you supposed to find him when we haven’t been able to for a decade?”
Oh right he hadn’t told them that part. “I guess now would be a good time to mention I can do a lot more than just see the future.”
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After getting something of Bruno’s from his room (he felt a smidge more sympathy for the other Bruno after seeing the huge amount of stairs to the vision cave. If they shared a fear of heights that must have been horrible) he had gone deeper into the jungle to perform the seeking spell away from prying eyes. Only for it to take him right back to Casita.
Invisibly skirting around the family members proved physically easy— even if it was emotionally devastating. The spell led him to a painting on the second floor. A painting that had opened.
Which was how he was now in the walls of Casita staring open mouthed at the other Bruno, curled up in a ball, asleep, in the corner of this dingy little room.
#encantober#I wrote most of this a while ago but never officially posted it so it's kinda nebulous if it truly counts or not imo#tbtk
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something i've been thinking about is how i think part of encanto's plot is designed in such a way that it avoids mentioning or alluding to politics? this is a little difficult to explain but i'll try to. when i watched the movie for the first time, i thought it was a bit silly that bruno was shunned from the casita and, instead of just leaving the village like a normal person, decided to live within the house's walls. it just seemed like a strange plot point to me. at first i thought that the movie wanted to make things relatively uncomplicated by keeping the story within the small village setting. but at the end we see in a flashback that the casita came into existence as a result of abuela's former hometown being devastated by an unnamed conflict that also killed her husband. i recently searched up what conflict was being represented here, and it was most likely the 1000 days civil war in colombia (1899-1902 i think). this was a war between the liberals and the conservatives. and at one point it also involved the US and some other european countries backing up the conservatives for their own interests.
so the casita village is deliberately closed off from the rest of the nation due to the miracle of the candle, which means it's untouched by the politcal and economic consequences of what was apparently one of the most devastating wars in the country's history. one thing you will also never know is where abuela, her husband, or the rest of her family members are/were aligned politically. the nature of the casita village makes it so that they might as well be in their own alternate dimension. we never even get context as to why abuela's village got attacked in the first place, because the war is never talked about.
am i saying that the movie should have been (more) political? well no because it would be a mistake to trust disney with talking about anything remotely political; im just mentioning something i noticed and haven't seen anyone else bring up. but i just think it's interesting that the film is all about generational trauma, and in encanto the specific trauma here all stems from abuela's war losses, and yet the war is basically not a thing in the movie, and none of the characters have conflicts with each other because of it. if a natural disaster caused abuela's husband's death and the resulting miracle, it would have been exactly the same. the movie is also very passionately colombian and tries to represent its culture accurately, but its characters are simultaneously completely cut off from the actual country. i just think it's interesting.
also i realize that the 1000 days war took place when abuela was young and lost her husband, and the main events of the movie with mirabel take place about 50 years later. that being said, the war still had massive political and economic consequences. im just thinking what the movie would be like if mirabel had to find bruno by leaving the isolated village and seeing the rest of columbia outside of casita town. would doing that complicate the movie's straightforward message? because they would have to contend with the awkwardness of the casita town being cut off from everything and mention the war more? how would bruno fare outside of the town? would he want to come back? would he think the madrigals are selfish for keeping their powers to themselves and their village and not helping anyone outside of it? isabela can literally grow food (?? i think). would he use his power of visions to help people outside of the town? i think it just opens up a can of worms.
like realistically that would be a conflict right?? i know magic isnt real but imagine if the candle casita situation took place in real life. abuela would talk about the war right?? they would have their own political leanings? like it's just so fascinating that there's this entire village that's blissfully unaware of everything that's going on around them. it's the 1950s during the main plot and there's been two world wars and continued influence from the USA. people would argue about if they should remain closed off right? like it's just so fascinating but the movie's like nah who gaf about the outside world. like it's just so maddening to me. HELP! im thinking way too hard about this sorry
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Yandere madrigal family x reader? They invite the reader over and are going to kidnap them. But the reader realises and trys to leave, but get kidnaped anyway. I'm sorry if this made you uncomfortable.
Imma make it a bit softer but I can do it! Been a long time since I’ve done encanto also sorry for the long wait! Been busy with school!
TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior,unhealthy relationship,abusive relationship,abusive relationship,kidnapping…kinda?(look I write for softer Yanderes so you’ll understand soon),flashing words for the gif, Stockholm Syndrome, DO NOT SUPPORT ANY OF THIS! I AM WRITING THIS FIR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!
You don’t remember how you became apart of the Madrigal family or how you got here but all you knew was that you were apart of the Madrigal family even if you didn’t have powers. The village people acted iffy with you as if you weren’t always there but they tried to act like you’ve always been here. You never asked as it would upset your family. Your father was Bruno so maybe thats why they act iffy with you. You don’t really remember anything int fact,you don’t remember your birthday or family time. Everyone said it was because you hit your head to hard which is believable.
You and Mirabel share the nursery as rooms are made for a specific persons gift but sometimes you’ll be in Antonio’s room. Going downstairs with Mirabel hand and hand you waved at casita and abuelo,you don’t remember much stories of abuelo but Alma speaks highly of him. “Morning papi” “morning my little rat” It was a nickname as you also love the rats thus gaining the nickname little rat. You helped set the table like every day expect you just stared outside,you’ve been outside many time but for some reason you want to go beyond the hills,it’s possible because you’ve done it once with your cousins but you want to go alone. “Y/N,you okay?” “Hm? Yes sorry just zoned out” Dolores nodded her head.
She’s married Mariano and he treats you like your his own child,you two are inseparable makes Bruno jealous of the fact someone else is acting like your dad when HE’S YOUR DAD! “Morning little sun!” You hugged Mariano,he made the nickname little sun out of boredom and it just stuck with you. Bruno hated how close you two were as he was your father after he saved you from your old home. Dolores just smiled seeing her two favorite people interact. Everyone was happy that you were happy after you finally forgot about your old family,but that does not matter now as your with your real family now!
#yandere#please don’t do this#obession#unhealthy#platonic yandere#encanto#yandere platonic#yandere encanto#gn reader#x gn reader#yandere x gn reader#gender neutral reader
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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure
Chapter Preview: When Mirabel walked over, she realized the big hole was the same one from the walls, and Camilo was gesturing at the ladder he’d watched her carry through the house.
“Well, uh aren’t you glad you won’t be taking the blame for this?” she asked him sheepishly.
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13. A New Foundation
After Mirabel and Abuela emerged from the river, they rested on the rocks to allow their shoes and skirts to dry. Mirabel found herself dozing against the rock, yet another cat nap to get her through the next couple hours. When she woke she thought longingly of her bed, then remembered it was gone.
Meanwhile, Tío Bruno and Abuela had been having a hushed conversation, Mirabel only got snips and pieces of it but from what she heard they were talking about their relationship.
“Has it really been so long since I told you I was proud of you?”
“N-not since my and Leandra’s wedding.”
“Ah, well. I am very proud of you for marrying her, that’s true. D-don’t get me wrong, I liked Alberto but-.”
“You knew about Alberto?!”
“Brunito, queirida, I am your mother,” Abuela huffed, “of course I knew. I also noticed when the relationship stopped making you happy.”
“Ay, sí. He uh, he thought that if I could just be, I don’t know, a little more normal, the villagers would see me the way he did,” Tío Bruno snorted, “and us being in our twenties, he uh, didn’t communicate that well.”
“Ay, sí, I should have figured,” Abuela chuckled, “well, you and Leandra have certainly benefited from the extra couple of years you had before you started dating. I liked Alberto, but I like how happy you are with Leandra more.”
“Not to mention the fact that me marrying Leandra means you get more grandkids,” he said wryly.
“Bruno, you and Alberto could have adopted just as easily as you and Leandra have.”
There was a pause, then Bruno said, “Huh, for some reason I never considered that.”
“Would it have made a difference if you had?”
“I… don’t think so?” Without opening her eyes she knew he was shrugging, “T-Technically, Alberto was the one who ended it. Uh, turns out, towards the end there, I was the only person willing to let him treat me the way he was. He, he apologized and tried telling me none of it was my fault.”
“And you didn’t believe him?”
Tío Bruno didn’t give a verbal response, but he must have shaken his head or shrugged again.
“Ay, mijo. I am so sorry I’ve let you bear the blame for so much for all these years,” Abuela sighed, voice cracking, “you-, it is as I said, you remind me so much of your father. Under all of your nervous ticks, there is a brave, kind man, one who is stronger than many realize. It has always felt-, I have always felt-. At some point I forgot that just because you can bear so many burdens doesn’t mean I should allow you to.”
There was a long pause, Tío Bruno’s breaths were as shaky as they were loud. Mirabel had dozed back off before he’d marshaled his thoughts into words.
When next she woke her skirt was dry and the sun was noticeably lower in the sky, she yawned and stretched. Tío Bruno saw her with her eyes open and gave her a gentle smile, before tapping Abuela on the shoulder.
“Looks like she’s awake, we should get headed back,” he said, voice hushed.
Abuela sighed, nodding faintly but not making any move to leave the riverside. She was staring back out at the river, no doubt thinking once more of Abuelo.
“I should have come here sooner,” she whispered, when she finally turned away, “I should have talked about him more.”
“Mama, you were in pain,” Tío Bruno said, gently taking her arm, “y-you’ve been through something terrible, I don’t think ‘should’ enters into the equation. N-not to mention the mountains around Encanto were pr-pretty tall.”
“I would agree with you if I hadn’t allowed my grief to spill over to the rest of the family,” she argued, but allowed herself to be pulled from the river.
“Myeh, you’re not the only responsible adult in the house,” Tío Bruno shrugged, “we should have said something. E-especially Leandra and I, we uh, we’ve been sorta aware of the cracks for a long time.”
“So I gathered,” Abuela muttered, giving him a look, “I take it lying about the vision isn’t the only thing you have done in order to…”
She trailed off, as Tío Bruno held out a hand to help Mirabel to her feet. The silent part of that sentence, the part she was trying not to say was “in order to protect the family from me”, and Mirabel was happy to let it stay silent.
“Um, well, no. B-but we can talk about all that later.”
Abuela sighed, but agreed.
The walk back to Encanto was quiet, and a little awkward. Mirabel spent it wondering what would happen now. Obviously, they needed to build a new house, but what about after. The miracle was gone, what would happen to the Madrigals without it?
Money probably wouldn’t be a big issue, her Papa could still act as a town accountant/treasurer, Camilo and Gabriel could still help the town with childcare, Tío Félix still owned a partial stake in the mill, Tía Leandra still made soap, and Mirabel's Mama was still the best cook in town. The best cook, who happened to have enough medical knowledge to assist the town doctor or act as a spare midwife whenever needed.
Not to mention, Octavia still knew loads about architecture, Isabela was apparently an expert on plants, and Luisa might not have supernatural strength, but she was still a strong and able worker. Mirabel herself had already started planning how much she could sell her embroidery for.
So, they still had skills they could trade. They’d be fine in that regard, at least.
Once they made a new house.
Mirabel watched the crack between the mountains pass around them and tried to imagine this new life. She was used to Abuela spearheading the family, but when she looked over at her Abuela now, somehow she thought things might have to change going forward. So how would they keep everything organized without-.
Mirabel looked again at her Abuela. Had she been miserable this entire time? Or happy but living in constant fear of losing that happiness? Had she felt alone, all these years?
The thought made her want to cry again. So, she turned her mind's eye back to the invisible to-do list in her head.
They would need to come up with a new way to stay organized, something that didn’t involve Abuela being the primary, and sometimes sole, decision maker. And they needed to start taking better care of each other. No more letting Luisa overwork herself, no more indulging Gabriel’s overprotective habits without thinking about what they meant, no more ignoring the cracks.
Mirabel took a deep breath, they needed to change almost everything, and it seemed such a daunting task.
But when she got home and her mother ran over to scoop her into her arms, she felt a little bit better about it all. They had already started, hadn’t they? It was more a matter of keeping the progress going more than anything else.
Things seemed even more manageable when Mirabel looked over and found Dolores hand in hand with Mariano, talking to Octavia and the town architect.
“Juli, Pepa,” Abuela all but whispered, “may I speak with you? Over here, with your brother?”
Questioning glances were exchanged, but her Má and Tía Pepa followed Abuela and Tío Bruno over to a shady clump of trees where some rubble formed a convenient bench. Mirabel watched them for a few seconds, then realized she should give them privacy and turned to the remains of Casita.
Most of her family were milling about, picking through the rubble for anything they could recover. She made eye contact with Camilo, who was standing over a big hole in the ground. He gestured at something in the hole, and raised an eyebrow at her.
When Mirabel walked over, she realized the big hole was the same one from the walls, and he was gesturing at the ladder he’d watched her carry through the house.
“Well, uh aren’t you glad you won’t be taking the blame for this?” she asked him sheepishly.
He snorted, “I’d be even gladder if we still had a house.”
Mirabel winced, “Yeah. This is… this is exactly what I was trying to prevent.”
“Right, you promised you would explain everything to me once it wasn’t possible for me to take the blame,” he gestured at her, “so talk.”
With a sigh, Mirabel launched into the abridged version of the story, “I overheard Tío Bruno and Tía Leandra talking about the cracks, and asked Casita to show me where they were, turns out there was a secret passage in our walls so I-.”
“Time out,” he made a T with his hands, “there was a what now in our walls?”
“Secret passage, like a hallway.”
“What?” his face screwed up in confusion, “Why was there a secret-. How?! How did it get there? How long has it been there?”
“I don’t know, didn’t really seem important at the time.”
“Seriously?! You found an entire secret hallway and you didn’t think to ask why it was there?”
“Camilo, do you want to know what happened or do you want to keep talking about the secret hallway?”
“Well, I kinda wanna keep talking about the secret hallway,” he said honestly, “but since you apparently can’t tell me anything about that, go ahead and tell me about our house falling apart.”
Mirabel rolled her eyes, “Ok, so there was an entire secret passage in our walls, and like three quarters of the way through it there was this giant hole. Which is where the ladder comes in.”
“So you could get into the giant hole?”
“Sí, once I crossed-.”
“Where’d the giant hole come from?”
“I don’t know, it’s probably a sinkhole.”
“Is that why our house collapsed?”
“Honestly, that was what I thought was happening at first,” Mirabel admitted, “but by the time I got past the hole I’d already seen some of the cracks appear then close up by themselves, so I knew it was probably magic.”
“Ok, so, you climb into the hole. Then what?”
“Then I climbed out the other side and kept going, until I saw the cracks Tío Bruno had been talking about. By the way, Tío Bruno is really good at spackling things, which is good because, uh yeah,” Mirabel tacked on, then said, “So! Once I saw the cracks I started investigating, thank you for distracting Gabe by the way.”
“You’re welcome,” he shrugged it off.
“First I tried Luisa, watched cracks appear and disappear depending on how stressed she was-.”
“So, Luisa broke our house?”
“No, hold on, I’ll get there. Then I talked to Dolores because I figured she had to know something, right? But she was being all cryptic about it and told me not to worry about it.”
“She told you not to worry about our house being riddled with magic cracks?”
“Well, she actually said to let Tío Bruno worry about it for as long as I could. But sí.”
“Weird.”
“Right?! Then I went looking for Isabela, because I’d seen the cracks appear around her too.”
“So, Isabela and Luisa broke our house?”
“No! Sort of. But it’s more complicated than that. I found out Isabela didn’t want to marry Mariano and tried convincing her to not throw her life away. She was being totally stupid though, so it didn’t work. I ran into Amada, and she told me to go to the kitchen, so I went to the kitchen and talked to your Má and realized how not good for her it is that she constantly has to control her emotions.”
“Did my Má break our house?” he sounded genuinely worried by the possibility.
“We all broke the house Camilo, that’s where this story is going, it was all of us. Ok?”
“Hold on, I didn’t break the house-.”
“The cracks happened whenever one of us was in pain, so I mean, unless you’ve never felt a negative emotion in your life…”
“Oh please, I was having a great day until this happened,” he said, then, with a shit eating grin, “sorry you guys all got issues, but I’m different.”
Mirabel rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and giving him a flat expression.
He grinned wider, “So, you figured out the cracks were a manifestation of your many, many issues, then what?”
“You were pretty much there for the rest of the big stuff,” she shrugged, “all the drama with Dolores and Isabela came to a head at dinner. Tío Bruno told me he was just guessing about why I didn’t get a gift, we started checking on-.”
“Mirabel?!” he gaped at her, gesturing emphatically, then putting a hand on his forehead and voice full of dismay, said, “You are a horrible story teller!”
“What? Hey, I think I’m doing-.”
He gripped her shoulders, “Tío Bruno was just guessing?”
“Oh, that, yeah. The actual vision was pretty vague, so he and Tía Leandra went with the theory they thought would protect me the most.”
“What? Are you okay?!”
Mirabel looked around at the rubble of their now deceased sentient house, turned back to Camilo and said, “Been better.”
Camilo also glanced around, “Point taken.”
She couldn’t help but crack a small smile, “Thank you though.”
“Heh, yeah, whatever,” he tried to shrug it off, pulling his hands back.
Mirabel let him, “So yeah, um, that happened. Then we checked on everybody and eventually the only person left to check on was Abuela. S-so I did, or well, I tried to. It uh, it didn’t go well.”
“Did… Abuela break our house?”
She sighed, “It’s a little more complicated than that, but uh, yeah, sort of. Turns out… she’s spent years-. We’ve all been-. Sort of, yeah. I uh, I helped.”
He frowned, but didn’t say anything, which was good, because Mirabel needed time to work through what she was going to say next.
“The entire foundation of our miracle was the most painful moment of her life,” she eventually got out, “it was only a matter of time before something like this happened.”
Camilo slowly nodded, then asked, “What now?”
“We rebuild our house,” Mirabel gestured over at Octavia and the architect, “and try to take better care of each other, including Abuela.”
He nodded, sighing, “I was sort of hoping you would say we all hold hands and pray real hard and then a new house will just, you know, poof.”
“Um, no, I’m pretty sure we’re actually going to have to build one,” she gave him a smile that was meant to be comforting, but felt more sheepish than anything else.
“Will the new house have a secret hallway, too?”
“Ay, forget about the secret hallway, will you?!”
“No. Seriously, had it been there the entire time?”
“I don’t know Camilo, I do not know.”
“Unfortunate,” he said with a huff, then something caught his eye and he was back to grinning, “Hey Gabe! Did you hear? Your issues broke our house?”
“Camilo,” Mirabel hissed, swatting his arm, then turned to yell to Gabriel, “It was all of our issues. Not just yours.”
She grimaced while Camilo snickered, that didn’t come out quite as reassuring as she had wanted it to.
Gabriel frowned at them and walked over so he could speak to them without yelling, “What are you talking about?”
Mirabel opened her mouth to tell the story again, then realized that their yelling had attracted the rest of the familia’s attention. She gulped, and glanced over at Abuela, who was returning with the triplets in tow. Abuela gave her a tight smile and a single nod, so Mirabel stood up a little straighter and explained everything from the beginning.
When she was done, she concluded the tale by saying, “We need a new foundation, we need to get better at talking to each other, and listening to each other. This didn’t happen because of a lack of love, it happened because we all kept our pain buried. We were so focused on trying to be what we thought the family needed, we forgot to be a family.”
“Myself especially,” Abuela jumped in, when Mirabel was done, “I owe each of you an apology, there is so much I haven’t said, so much fear that I passed onto you, so much I tried to bury that I should have shared. I wanted to protect you from the pain I have felt, and instead I hurt our family. For that I am sorry.”
“Ay, Mamá,” Julieta murmured, pulling her mother into a hug. It became the first of many, as soon as Julieta had released Abuela, she had wrapped Mirabel in a tight embrace, “and mija, I’m so proud of you.”
“Gracias Mamá,” she said, even as her cheeks burned.
Over her mother’s shoulder she could see the rest of the family exchanging quiet words, and a few hugs. She couldn’t hear most of what was said, but she did catch Dolores telling Isabela, “I should have told you, but I thought you were happy. I didn’t want to ruin that.”
“I should have told you,” Isabela countered.
Eventually, the quiet wave of conversation passed. For a long time, nobody said anything, they just stood in contemplative silence; then her Má asked Tía Leandra and Tío Félix to help her get dinner started.
The Madrigals gathered around the fire pit somebody had dug, each too tired or too caught up in their thoughts for any more conversation, but sticking together nonetheless.
AN: I know Mirabel was busy, but I feel like she was a little too chill about discovering all that stuff in the walls. Like, girl? You're not at least a little curious about how long that room has been there? Or the big ass hole? One of my favorite genres of Encanto fic is the rest of the family reacting to the discovery that Bruno has been living in the walls this entire time, so of course I had to ask myself how that sort of fic would change if he was using the secret passages but not living in them. The answer is it becomes kind of hilarious.
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Hi there! Just let me say, "A Place For Crows" is one of my favorite fics ever, and I've read quite a lot of them. It is truly a masterpiece in all senses. And you are an absolutely amazing writer. I also would like to ask something about that fic: does the family of the boy Julieta couldn't save and Pepa's former best friend hold a grudge against them or something? I know it's very specific!
I see you in my notifs all the time and your message made me so happy I sat down and wrote this for you. I hope you enjoy!
TW FOR DEALING WITH THE DEATH OF A CHILD AND GRIEF AND A LITTLE BIT OF SELF HARM! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
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Julieta worries at her blisters. She pulls at the skin and pushes against the sore edges. She needs to stop aggravating them, some of them have started bleeding recently. But she can't seem to stop.
Bruno says he understands. Bruno says she needs to stop making herself bleed cause that will surely get the adults' attention and that's something she definitely doesn't want. She needs to find another way, maybe knocking or chanting or something.
He talks like he speaks from experience.
But Julieta likes the reminder, the little sting in her fingers. Everytime her thoughts stray from cooking, from working, she pulls and it reminds her.
Her own food doesn't work on them. It makes things easier, but it also scares her. Her cooking has always worked, no matter how small the injury, but for some reason her blisters remain.
Is her gift getting weaker? Has she forsaken it with her childish behavior?
Is her sin too great?
Her mother hasn't noticed the state of her fingers yet. She is too busy comforting others, rallying neighbor's to help the grieving family.
Helping with the funeral.
They have talked about the incident. Just once. The day after Juli had decided that she didn't want to cook or bake that day and had instead followed her siblings to the river outside of the village to play. The day after a boy had fallen out of a tree and suffered horrendous injuries. The day after their mother had frantically searched cupboards for any food and then ran through the village, screaming Julieta's name, soon joined by others.
The day after Julieta had come home, sunburnt and laughing and carefree.
Too late.
"It was an accident." Her mother had said, sitting on the bed next to a shell-shocked little girl. "It was an accident and it's in the past. But we can never let this happen again. Do you understand? We need to be prepared for things like this. You need to be prepared, Julieta. Your gift is so important. You can't- We can't let it go to waste. Do you understand?"
Julieta understands. She hasn't stopped baking ever since. All day, every day. Sometimes her mother watches her for a few minutes from the doorway and for a moment it looks like she wants to say something, but she never does. Just nods approvingly and moves on.
Julieta keeps baking. She heals every scratch and every stubbed toe. Maybe if she uses her gift better, maybe if she saves someone this time, her mother will talk to her again and tell her what she has surely simply forgotten to tell her the first time and what Juli desperately needs to hear.
'It was not your fault.'
Her hands are covered in blisters and they don't heal.
But it's alright. There are more important wounds to heal
Julieta stands in the house of the boy she let die, a basket full of pastries clutched in her hands. She clenches the handle tight, feels the rough wicker wood bite into her sores.
Her mother is arguing with the father. The family wants to leave the Encanto. Too many bad memories here. They want to burn the body and take the ashes with them.
"If you leave, you might never be able to come back!"
The father looks at Alma as if he can't understand why he should care.
But at least he looks at her. He hasn't once looked at Juli, averts his eyes at all cost. She might as well not be here. Juli feels invisible. Wishes her mother hadn't told her to come.
Her mother sends her outside to the garden where the wife is. Tells her to bring her some of the pastries.
"She doesn't look well. I'm sure they can help."
Julieta wants to refuse. This feels like a punishment. This feels cruel, sending her out there.
But her pastries might help.
It's her job to help.
So she goes outside. The mother is sitting on a bench, her back to Juli. Her long hair dances in the wind and her shoulders are slumped. The black dress and black mourning shawl look like a wound in the otherwise colorful garden. Like all life has been sucked out of that one spot.
Julieta approaches on silent feet and places the basket on the bench next to the mother. She stays behind her, can't bear to look at her face. The woman doesn't react.
"I have brought you some food."
Julieta's voice cracks on the last word. What was her mother thinking, sending her out here with food of all things? It must feel like such a mockery to the poor woman.
It feels more and more like a punishment to Juli. And she deserves it, doesn't she? Maybe her mother didn't forget at all.
It was her fault.
The woman doesn't turn around, just hums under her breath. A haunting sound.
"Thank you." Her voice is flat. No emotion. Except maybe anger. Surely anger.
Julieta wants to leave. She doesn't want to look at this shell of a woman one second longer. But the 'Thank you' is like a slap to the face. It strangles her. Makes her see dark spots and makes her head spin.
"I'm sorry!" she blurts, too abrupt, too loud. The mother flinches and Julieta feels awful. She scratches at her blisters, feels them break open again. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- I never should have gone to play. I just wanted to go play with my brother and sister and I-"
She can see the mother slowly turn towards her and Julieta quickly closes her eyes before she can clearly see her face. The brief glimpse of sunken eyes and chapped lips was enough.
"I should have been here. I should have been prepared and I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. I never should have left for the river and I-"
A hand strokes her cheek. Julieta doesn't dare open her eyes. The touch is soft and warm, but she is still scared to open her eyes and see hatred and condemnation on that grief-stricken face. Only when a thumb brushes away a single tear does Juli realize that she's started to cry a little.
"Little Julieta." The woman says and her voice is nothing more than a scratchy whisper, carried away by the wind. "Oh Juli. Don't cry. Don't apologize. It wasn't your fault."
Juli freezes for a second, but then she is sobbing, big heaving sobs that shake her entire body. She reaches upwards and clutches at the hand still on her cheek. The blisters on her hands hurt and the mother must feel them, the ragged edges and sore spots. The mother pulls her closer and the little girl collapses against her and gets pulled even more and suddenly Juli has crawled half into the woman's lap and holds on to her dark shawl as if her life depends on it. She must be spreading tears and snot all over it and oh, what if mother sees her like this? What will she say? What will she do?
But she can't stop. Is afraid she'll never be able to stop.
"Dear child." The mother sounds exhausted, but there is also steel in the words that follow. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't!"
"If I hadn't played that day. If I hadn't -"
"I have told my Lou a hundred times not to climb that tree. Have told him a hundred times that the branches higher up are not strong enough to hold him." She sighs. It ruffles the top of Julieta's hair. "I have scolded and punished and pleaded. And he still decided to climb it again that day. Because he is- he was a child. And children play. They play and they laugh and they don't think that anything bad could ever happen to them. And that's how it should be, for children. They shouldn't have to worry about-" She chokes on her tears, holds Julieta a little bit tighter. "I don't blame him for being a child. Why would I blame you for the same? For playing? How old are you again, dear?"
"Seven." Juli mumbles into her chest.
"Just seven." The mother whispers. Forlorn. "Two years younger than my Lou. And already so much on your shoulders. So much guilt." She presses her cheek against the crown of Juli's head and her next words are so quiet, Julieta is not even sure she was supposed to hear them. "Sometimes I wonder about this miracle. About these gifts. Sometimes I wonder if they aren't actually a curse."
Julieta holds very still. She doesn't want to ask what she means, doesn't want clarification.
Doesn't want to defend the miracle.
Doesn't know if she can, right now.
So she holds still and pretends she didn't hear and maybe the mother believes her or she is just too tired to keep the conversation going. They lapse into silence and it feels like an eternity before Julieta can hear her Mama calling her from inside the house. She immediately pushes herself away from the comforting embrace and tries to dry her tears.
The mother watches her out of sad eyes and then reaches inside the small basket. The pastry she holds out to Julieta is still warm and the child stares at it as the adult rises to her feet, impossible slowly.
"Eat that." She says and takes the basket. Her voice is flat again, but this time Julieta understands that she is not angry. She is just tired. So tired. "Farewell Julieta Madrigal. I wish you all the best."
Julieta doesn't say anything as the woman goes back inside the house. She stares at the pastry and at her blisters and feels the wind in her hair.
"It was not my fault." she says.
She doesn't quite believe it. Not yet.
But the mother of the boy who has played without a care and who is now dead believes it and maybe that is enough. For now.
She takes a bite and her blisters still don't heal but they stop hurting.
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As for Pepa, I might write something for her too and upload them together to ao3, we'll see
#encanto#my pedro lives au#encanto fanfic#encanto headcanons#Encanto Julieta madrigal#julieta madrigal#Julieta madrigal needs a hug
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