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Butterflies or Birds? (A Bruno x Elena Drabble)
“What are you thinking about?”
Bruno and Elena were lying in the grass outside of Casita when Bruno asked the question.
Elena was deep in thought, her arms crossed behind her head as she stared up at the clouds drifting by.
“Mmm...our conversation last weekend,” she replied.
“Which one?”
“About butterflies. How you felt what happened to Casita and the mountains was like what happens to caterpillars when they become butterflies.”
Bruno smiled. It felt nice to have something profound he said be dwelled upon and not a bad vision to angst over for a change.
“What about it are you thinking about?” he asked.
“Trying to think about how I fit into it all.”
“Oh that’s easy - you married me.”
Elena snickered and her head rolled in the grass to look at him. “No, I mean...well, your family’s motif is butterflies. For me, the closest I can think of is a songbird.” She stared back up at the sky. “I don’t know...just thinking how I flew away from the city like a little bird.”
Bruno stared up at the clouds, watching a flock of birds fly by far overhead.
“Birds go where they like. You’re free to do whatever you want.”
“Birds fly where they’ll feel safe and secure,” she also noted. “I don’t know...just thinking how the same place can mean different kinds of change, transformation, and beauty to different people.”
Bruno looked back at her again, his eyes staring down to the small baby bump on her stomach.
“When we have kids, do you think they’ll be more like butterflies or songbirds?” he asked.
Elena smiled, thinking about it as two passing clouds made way for the sun to shine down.
“I don’t know...I guess it depends on whatever the encanto will mean to them.”
(A gift for @prophetic-hijinks)
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Hey y'all! So here I am with the first Encanto story since last summer I believe? I've had a lot going on and nothing at the same time, it's been weird to say the least! I've been to Australia, come back, looked for work, met my girlfriend, there's been a lot!
Now, before I bid you adieu, I want you to know that Elena doesn't belong to me. I wish she did, but she doesn't, she belongs to @prophetic-hijinks and is the wife of Bruno and mama to Pedro and Catalina and eventually Ramiro! She's a singer from the city and I love her so so much, so I couldn't not do something about it! The song she sings at the end is a Spanish version of 'Dream A Little Dream Of Me' however, it may not be accurate, I got the lyrics from YouTube and had to faff around to get them un caps locked, but I got there in the end!
Hope you all enjoy it and check out the hijinksverse if you haven't already! It includes pissed off bouncers, Bruno being chased by Antonio's friends and Casita being more than a little sassy! Stay safe and take care!
Charlotte :) x
Elena and Bruno groaned as their sleep was interrupted by the shrill cries of...Catalina? Wait, no. Pedro. Yup, definitely Pedro.
"I got it," Elena mumbled as she sat up, stretching her arms above her head and groaning at the stiffness. She blinked sleepily and groaned again, with her husband putting his hand on her shoulder in solidarity. One thing he had learned quickly on was to never get in between Elena and sleep. Approach the sleeping siren as you would a sleeping capybara; very carefully with snacks at arms length or not at all.
Bruno shook his head and was already out of bed. "It's okay mi amor, you stay there, I'll see what's wrong, si?"
Before she could protest, there Bruno was, ever the diligent husband and papa, making his way over to the nursery corner that casita had created for the twins. In comparison to the main area of the bedroom, it was very similar, shelves and cupboards seemingly carved out of the rocks and it being cordoned off by a never ending cascade of sand, but that was where the similarities ended. Casita opened the sand curtain for Bruno and his face softened as he saw that yes, it was indeed Pedro who was crying for attention. This made a change as usually it was Catalina who would wake them up with her shrill cries.
Smiling softly, Bruno leaned over the crib, picking his son up. The movement and noise coming from her brother made Catalina stir and cry out as she gradually woke up. Bruno sighed a little and smiled tiredly at his daughter. "Ay, you too? Alright then mi flor, all aboard the papi express." With an over exaggerated grunt, Bruno picked her up as well, making sure both babies were comfortable. He kissed her black whisps of hair and pretended to nibble on them as a late night snack. Whilst Catalina inherited his hair colour, it was Pedro who had gained the telltale Madrigal curls and with his brown hair, he reminded Bruno of when Camilo was his age. He told this to Elena one night and she could see his point, but she thought it was more akin to a birds nest. "Fitting considering you're my woodpecker," she giggled, kissing her husband on the nose. Her woodpecker, his songbird. He would never tire of that for as long as he breathed.
As soon as he was picked up and held against his papa, Pedro turned his head and made tiny grabs at the hairs on his chest; oh yeah, he was hungry alright. As for Catalina, she too was trying to latch onto Bruno without success. Tandem feeding it was, then. It seemed that, for the babies, anything that resembled a breast or nipple equaled food. Not technically wrong, but not technically right either as proved by Catalina last week when she took a shine to Mariano only to be bitterly disappointed when nothing happened. In her disgust, she not only cried so much she vomited over her prima's novio, but quelled said prima's current desire of having the five babies she lied about Mariano wanting two years previous.
Bruno glanced at the clock on a nearby stone shelf and saw it was a little past two in the morning. This was going to be a long night. "Alright mi bebés, shall we see about getting sorted? Yeah, you'd like that, I know you would." Walking back to the bed where Elena was, Bruno continued to talk to the infants, explaining in great detail about his newest telenovela that he was working on. "...and well, he's in the hospital with amnesia, so he can't exactly do a whole lot." His wife let out a soft laugh and shook her head. "Is papa telling you one of his stories, mis pollitos?" she asked as the first hungry baby was passed over and adjusted in her arms. Bruno shrugged awkwardly and gave his wife their daughter. "Well, I wouldn't call it a story, more plot devices for the next telenovela."
"Mmhmm."
She smirked knowingly and raises a single eyebrow. It was totally one of his stories.
Just as Elena was about to comment when there was a whimper of annoyance from Pedro as both of her babies fought for space, kicking each other with tiny cries and trying to get the best spot. "Now, now, there's more than enough to go round," Elena muttered, starting a little as Catalina latched on, followed by Pedro a few moments later. As soon as she felt the gentle tugging sensation from both sides, she relaxes and leans back into the bed cushions. "There you go, is that nice? It's mama's secret recipe, all for you and Catalina."
Her children, her twins, her babies; so little yet so full of life and personality already! Catalina with her fighting spirit, never one to back down, always had to have the last word, but oh, so fearless and so loving. Bruno commented on how she was clearly a resistance fighter in a former life and Elena found herself agreeing. As for Pedro, he was a sensitive soul with hazel eyes that seemed to bore into you and was fiercely protective of what he loved. Given that he was only three months old, this was his comfort ruana and a toy rat that Mirabel had sewn for her new cousin.
Both parents watch in a silent rapture, the only noise breaking the illusion were the grunts and mewls of the babies, along with their rhythmic suckling. Without even thinking about it, Elena begins to sing. An older song, one she sung countless times that had resulted in many a patron being left under her spell when she was on the billing. A song that she had sung to her children both in and out of utero and calmed them down right away. Bruno instantly recognises it; the song she was serenading the crowd with when he first laid eyes on her three years before.
"La luna allá en el cielo,
Susurra y me trae tu “te quiero”
Y un bello sueño me hace sentir,
Que ya estás cerca de mi
Solo sueña un poquito
Suspira y envuélveme en besos
Dame la mano y yo soñaré
Que volvemos a vivir
Las luces del alba nos llaman
La noche comienza a morir
La luna se funde en el cielo
Despierto sin tí..."
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Generations
#brunomadrigal#Bruno madrigal#alma madrigal#Pedro madrigal#Bruno x oc#Catalina madrigal#encanto#encanto oc#fanart#elena ruiz
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✨super late to posting this, but my Secret Santa gift for @prophetic-hijinks ✨
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💞Elena belongs to @prophetic-hijinks 💞
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A birthday present for my dear Encanto friend, @prophetic-hijinks ! I had SO much fun writing the witty, Bogart-style banter for Bruno’s inner monologue. I’ve always been a sucker for those old black-and-white crime movies. Enjoy!
#encanto#bruno madrigal#elena ruiz#encanto oc#prophetic hijinks#bruno x oc#jazz noir#prophetic noir#encanto fanfic#mirabel encanto#camilo madrigal#encanto antonio#dolores encanto
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Happy Birthday to @prophetic-hijinks 's Encanto Oc
❤️💚ELENA RUIZ!!!!
🎈🎉🎊✨️ She's a sweet, beautiful lady who loves our dear seer in green. Her outer & inner beauty brings a smile on my face each time she is shown with Bruno, her children, One of the madrigals or on her own. Elena is one the best original characters I've gotten to know for Encanto. She's also passionate, caring & knows how to sing a tune. I can't wait to see more of Elena in the future!💚💚💚❤️❤️❤️💚❤️💚❤️👏👏👏👏👏💕💕💕❤️❤️💚
#encanto oc#fypage#encanto#fyp#disney encanto#encanto fanart#bruno madrigal x oc#encanto bruno#bruno x oc#encanto sonia#encanto elena#elena x bruno#elena madrigal#elena ruiz#sonia mendez#Sonia madrigal#encantoocs#encanto ocs#encanto fandom#encanto oc art#encanto oc fanart#happy birthday
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Elena and her husband Bruno while things are heating up! The eyes are gettin' glowy ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥. I'm really proud of how this turned out.
Elena is @thecrazyashley-blog's wonderful OC ❤️ Read her fic on Ao3!
To see the full image, which is *suggestive* 😏, look beneath the cut <3
Awooooo! Soft sexy mornings with Bruno.
#elena pascual#bruno madrigal#bruno x oc#encanto oc#among the emeralds#sexually suggestive#bruno fanart#encanto#bruno x elena pascual#encanto oc: elena pascual#By Nyda
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LA PORTA ROSSA 3.07
#la porta rossa#LPR-3#italiansedit#italianstream#diego paoletto#stella mariani#paoletto x stella#gaetano bruno#elena radonicich#LPR 3x05#italian tv#italian stuff#italy tag
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Encanto (2021)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bruno Madrigal/Elena Ruiz, Bruno Madrigal/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Elena Ruiz (Prophetic-Hijinks), Oswaldo "Ozzy" Gomez (thebiggestnope), Mirabel Madrigal
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Bruno X OC, Canon X OC - Freeform
Summary:
When Bruno's wife Elena starts waking up with nightmares, Bruno decides to treat her to a picnic to cheer her up.
This is my half of a trade with Prophetic-Hijinks on AO3/Tumblr/Twitter etc.
Elena (c) @prophetic-hijinks
Ozzy (c) @thebiggestnope
Gustavo (c) me
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Encanto Christmas headcanons!
Hey everyone! Wow, what a year, huh? Yes, even the obvious bots that just follow for the sake of it, this is for you too! Okay, first up, I want to wish y'all a merry crisis, whatever you're doing or not doing this time of year! This year, I am in my parent's caravan celebrating with them and going to the races tomorrow which should be fun.
And seeing how it's the season of giving, I am giving you more Encanto Christmas headcanons! Last year's still remain, especially with Camilo and the church (there's a reason the priest loses his hair and it ain't Bruno!) but I wanted to write and share some more and write and share some more, I shall! Now, you may notice a name that is definitely known amongst the Encanto tumblr fandom, that being the lovely Elena who is owned by @prophetic-hijinks and has been my hyperfixation for the past week. Elena is the wife of Bruno and easily one of my favourite ocs. Having worked as a singer in a bar for years, she's heard it all and can throw back just as much as she's given, but she has such a soft and gentle side from her childhood and it is her dream to become a mama. She's a total firecracker in the best way and compliments Bruno beautifully.
So, I wish you all a pleasant holidays, be merry and bright and please be careful!
Lots of love,
Charlotte x
Alma announces that the town is to have a special visitor for Christmas. Mariano deadass asks if it's Santa as 'special visitor' and 'Christmas'. It's Father Francisco from a neighbouring church. This is based on something that happened last week to my twin sister. It was announced at her work that there'll be an important visitor and as its Christmas, she thought 'oh, Santa!'...it was safeguarding.
It is on Christmas day that Pepa finds out she's pregnant with Dolores and Julieta announces she's expecting Isabela. Congratulations all around the table but the ladies later have a laugh at the coincidence.
Dolores is desperate for a baby brother or sister. To the point that when she is three, that's all she has on her list and steals the baby Jesus at the nativity that year and refuses to give him back. Neither Pepa nor Félix imagined they'd have to put 'negotiating with a three year old over a baby that's not even theirs' on their parenting resume, yet here they were.
When Camilo is five and his first Christmas with his gift, he turns into Santa and convinces the kids of the Encanto to give him their presents. If it wasn't for Alma and Pepa interfering, then the likelihood of Camilo being the leader of a tiny cult of kids was rather high.
Julieta and Agustín find out the hard way that Agustín is allergic to mistletoe.
Speaking of mistletoe, Elena gets some from Isabela and with help from Casita, she hangs it on the doorway of Bruno's room. It takes him a few minutes for him to notice and then a few more to comprehend the meaning.
Elena pursed her lips up to the plant with the pearlescent berries that was hanging delicately above the doorway. She gazed at Bruno through hooded eyes, hoping he'd get the hint. "Huh, mistletoe." "Mmhmm." He frowned for a moment. "Um, pretty?" Elena mentally facepalmed. He is so lucky he's cute.
Favourite Christmas songs
Bruno - Santa, Baby *clutches his vinyl record of Elena's version tightly* "It's a nice song, is all," he squeaks, trying desperately hide his boner with his ruana.
Elena - Santa, Baby "I may have a few tricks up my sleeve for mi pájaro carpintero," she purrs with a wink when asked. Cue Bruno with a nosebleed not too dissimilar to anime.
Mirabel - Step Into Christmas - "How can anyone hate this song? STEP INTO CHRISTMAS, LET'S JOIN TOGETHER, WE CAN WATCH THE SNOW FALL FOREVER AND EVER!"
Luisa - Lonely Pup in a Christmas Shop *in between sobs* "The...the puppy! It needs a home!" Augustín proceeds to comfort her and reassure her that the puppy is fine and it does find a loving home at the last minute.
Isabela - Grandma Got Runover By a Reindeer "Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?"
Alma - Do They Know It's Christmas time? "It's about helping others with what we are blessed with!"
Julieta - Christmas Wrapping "MOOD."
Agustín - Mary's Boy Child Hums to it whilst prepping dinner, with Casita making sure he doesn't injure himself. Casita swears that that man will be the death of it one day.
Pepa - Christmas time (Don't let the bells end) "It helps release my emotions!" she shouts over the music as it blasts out of the speaker. Dolores tends to avoid these times.
Félix - Feliz Navidad "I wanna wish you a merry Christmas from the bottom of my heeeeeeeeart!!!!"
Dolores - All I want for Christmas "All I want for Christmas is mi amor. And some earmuffs. Oop!"
Mariano - Last Christmas "It's the perfect love story! Drama, betrayal, heart, its beautiful! Just like Dolores." Blows a kiss to Dolores and she giggles. Camilo and Antonio gag at this.
Camilo - Fairytale of New York "Where else would I be able to call someone a gusano?"
Antonio - Hippopotamus for Christmas "I love any song with animals!"
#encanto headcanons#encanto Christmas#felix madrigal#encanto thoughts#pepa madrigal#camilo madrigal#dolores x mariano#bruno x elena#elen madrigal#family madrigal
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Vows (aka leave room for Jesus)
Master comic list
Start from the beginning
Comic 1: totally smitten
#prophetic hijinks#encanto#encanto ocs#Bruno madrigal x oc#Bruno madrigal#brunomadrigal#elena ruiz#Elena madrigal#prophetic vignettes#pepa Madrigal#Felix madrigal#Julieta madrigal#Agustin madrigal#Mirabel madrigal#Dolores madrigal#Antonio madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa magridal#Camilo madrigal
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Prophetic Hijinks: Elena + Breeding Kink Bruno
NSFT. 18+. Minors scram. CW: Breeding kink, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering
Last week I was chatting with @prophetic-hijinks how I think her version of Bruno would have a breeding kink. So I wrote this smut drabble about it. If you aren't reading the @prophetic-hijinks comics (and the racier blog @hijinks-after-dark) you're fucking up.
Elena belongs to @prophetic-hijinks.
Bruno's Breeding Kink
It could happen any time he and Elena made love, and the thought was driving him wild.
He and Elena knew that they were going to have twins. The vision tablet proving it was hanging framed in their bedroom. So the question wasn’t if Elena would get pregnant. It was when.
They’d scanned the tablet together for clues as to the timing, but to no avail. “It’s exciting, isn’t it?” Elena had said when they’d recognized they’d get no further hints. “All the other moments from the vision have come to pass already, so that means whenever we make love, it could be the moment we conceive.”
Bruno had agreed with her – it was exciting. Any time the two of them joined, it might be the start of their family. The thought had made his heart flutter.
But in the days that followed, Bruno realized that Elena’s revelation had affected him far beyond a fluttery heart. Every time the two of them were intimate, he’d found himself thinking about how this might be the time that he got Elena pregnant and it… did something to him. He’d picture all of it: Elena ripe with his seed as her stomach filled out and her breasts swelled to nourish his children. Elena as a mother, warm and sweet and elated. Himself becoming a father and getting the future they both wanted.
He’d think about how he had the power to bring on all of that change – to grow his wife’s body, to alter their lives, to create new life – and it would send him reeling. He’d go feral with passion, taking hold of Elena’s hips and bottoming out in her.
Elena had noticed his increased enthusiasm – not only had Bruno been more ardent in their private moments, he’d also been asking for her to play him a lot more love songs than usual. (“Elena, would you play me a love song?” was Bruno code for, “Elena, would you like to be intimate with me?”) She enjoyed the attention, but she was curious what had gotten into him.
One evening she decided to finally ask him. Bruno had led her back to their room after dinner – for a love song, of course – and when they were alone behind closed doors, Bruno took her by the hand and kissed her with more fervor than she was accustomed to from her timid husband, his aching erection already pressing into her.
“Mi amor, so amorous for me lately,” she said with a gentle laugh when Bruno came up for air.
Bruno flushed. “Heh. You’ve noticed?”
“Yes, and I love it,” she said, quick to reassure him. She kissed him again to show him just how much she loved it. “But is there a reason?”
Bruno smiled at her shyly. “I’ve been thinking about what you said – about how any time we’re together, it could be the time we start our family.” He placed his hand on her stomach, his long fingers stretching across her. “I guess it’s been making me rather… eager lately.”
Elena sighed happily. “Oh Bruno, that’s so sweet.” She looked him over – his eyes brimming with adoration for her, his cheeks red with excitement. “You know,” she said, her tone sultry. “If you’re so eager, there are certain positions we can do that will, ah, make it easier to conceive. You might like to try them.”
Bruno’s eyes widened. “You mean they don’t all work?”
Elena giggled. “They all work, but some of them work better than others. Really the idea would be to make it easy for you to get deep and to be in a position that keeps the, ah, results inside me.”
Bruno inhaled slowly. “Dios mio.”
Elena gave him a heated look from under her eyelashes. “Another way is to make sure I finish when you’ve already… filled me.”
Bruno swallowed. “I think I can arrange that.”
Elena took his hand and led him to the bed. “Then arrange it for me, Papi.”
Bruno groaned and kissed her again, letting his hands wander everywhere. He found himself picturing what Elena looked like pregnant – he’d seen it for himself in his vision – and the next thing he knew, his passion had taken over. He got rid of his own clothes and tugged at hers, pulling off her dress and bloomers, his hands more confident than usual as they explored her body. Elena’s breathing was growing heavy, and Bruno could feel himself getting dizzy with how much he needed her.
“Want me to show you one of those positions I was talking about?” Elena whispered.
Bruno nodded. “Okie dokie.” As the words left his mouth, he scolded himself. Why did he still say such stupid stuff in the heat of the moment?
Elena didn’t comment on it; she merely smiled at him. Then she got onto her back, lifted her hips, and put a pillow under her sacrum. “Come here, Papi,” she said, and Bruno groaned again. He positioned himself between Elena’s legs and gasped as he entered her. The angle of her hips let him get so deep – so impossibly deep. He trembled as he lay on top of her, feeling her heated skin against his own, and so felt close to his wife, so close to the future they were making together, that he had to fight back tears.
Elena began to buck her hips against him, and he matched her rhythm, losing himself to her, staying connected with her body as they moved in time with each other. He’d come to realize lately that Elena could know his body better than he did, because he hadn’t realized how close he was until Elena whispered hot in his ear, “Cum for me, Bruno. Fill me up. Give us our babies.”
Bruno moaned and held onto Elena as he pumped her full of his seed, making sure to give her every last drop. Elena’s hips were still twitching when he finished, and her voice was husky as she moaned for Bruno to finish her. With her hips still elevated on the pillow, Bruno worked her with his long piano fingers until she followed him over the edge, and for a long while afterwards they held each other, spent and happy.
“You know, it’s funny,” she said after a time. “After so many years with Carlos, and after so many years of trying for a baby, it’s still a wonder to me that any of this is happening at all.”
Bruno never thought of himself as a traditionally masculine man, or as a particularly virile one, but remembering that he was besting Carlos in yet another area of Elena’s life made his heart speed up.
“Hey Elena,” Bruno asked as he curled his arm around her body. “Would you like to play another love song?”
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Doodled a lil something for @thecrazyashley-blog ‘s Elena Pascual and Bruno from Among the Emeralds!! I love her design 🤤💓 Hopefully i managed to capture what you had in mind~
(Also, I finally got to draw 2 things within 2 days, which is huge considering my chronic art block LOLOLOL yay 2 me)
#among the emeralds#elena pascual#bruno madrigal#encanto#encanto fanfic#bruno x reader#bruno x oc#art#doodles#artist#encanto fanart
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Sick Day (Bruno and Elena dabble)
In honor of my dear fellow Brunoholic, @prophetic-hijinks, _who is currently going through Covid, I thought she could use a little cheering up with this idea I came up with today. Speedy recovery, hon!
(A tad NSFW near the end, but nothing past a PG rating, honestly. Enjoy!)
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Elena HATED being sick! It was right up there with hecklers at her performances and stuck-up women who looked down on her for being a lounge singer. She first noticed she was coming down with something when she was sent home during rehearsal for warbling off key. Not only did she have a frog in her throat; she had the whole stinking pond!
It just kept going downhill from there. Her head got stuffed up, her nose ran like a faucet, every inch of her ached, and she couldn't go five minutes without coughing. She groaned as she took another tentative sip of her lemon and cayenne tea (a remedy given to her by one of the nuns who raised her). The herbal elixir seemed to clear her sinuses and soothe her throat for a few moments at a time, but the relief was always short-lived.
Pulling the blankets closer to her body, she braced herself for another coughing fit. She always found it ironic that someone running a fever could still have chills. While she had no appetite, she would've given anything for a hot bowl of chicken soup. Or a hot toddy, whatever did the trick. Unfortunately, she was so fatigued that anytime she got up to go into the kitchen, she'd get dizzy and slump back down into bed.
"That settles it," she grumbled, running her well-used tissue under her nose. "I'm dying..."
Just then, a knock was heard at the front door.
"Whaa..." slurred Elena, struggling to get herself out of bed and see who was visiting her. It was a miracle she didn't topple down the stairs with how dizzy she felt. Did Hugo stop by to check on her? Maybe it was Tito looking for a place to hide while the cops were looking for him? Or some door-to-door salesman with an overly expensive vacuum that he would insist a "lovely lady" like herself desperately needed. (If it were a salesman, she had a nose full of snot waiting to fire).
"Who is it?" she wearily croaked, doing her best to look through the peephole.
"E-Elena?" said a familiar voice on the other side. "It's me, Bruno. Did I come at a bad time?"
Elena gasped. "Bruno?!? W-what are you *cough* doing here?"
Without fully unlocking the door, Elena opened it just enough to see none other than Bruno Madrigal standing sheepishly outside the door. He wore one of his button-down green shirts decorated with hourglasses, brown slacks with sandals, and his hair pulled back in a ponytail (which she always loved). He was holding a colorful bouquet of flowers and had a brown knapsack slung across his chest.
Bruno seemed a bit surprised by Elena's question. "I, uh...weren't we supposed to meet this weekend?"
Elena knew they had made plans weeks ago to spend the weekend together in the city. Surely, it wasn't that time already? She went to look at her calendar sitting next to her coatrack. She groaned, running her hands through her hair. It was that time already! How could she have let that slip her mind?
""Bruno," she moaned as she went back to the door, still keeping it mostly locked. "Bruno, I'm so so sorry, but I can't have any visitors right now."
Fortunately, Bruno didn't look disappointed, but highly concerned. "Oh Elena! Mi Elena perfecta, what's wrong?"
"I...I...ACHOO!" was all she could utter. Elena slammed the door and block the sneeze, which immediately sent her into a coughing fit. She sank to her knees and tried to compose herself enough to speak to Bruno again. She was so exhausted she couldn't find the strength to get back to her feet.
Just then, the mail slot popped open and she bent down to see Bruno's beautiful hazel eyes looking back at her, filled with loved and compassion.
"Uh...a little under the weather?" he chuckled.
"That's putting it lightly," she sneered. "Bruno, sweetie, you should just head back home. I don't want you wasting your weekend with a plague victim."
"Actually, I think I have something that might help," said Bruno, then closed the small metal door.
Elena shook her head. "Bruno, what I need right now is a coffin because I'm pretty sure I'm on death's door." Normally, Elena wasn't always so morbid with her humor, but being sick brought the worst out in her.
The mail slot opened up again and this time, a small arepa was sticking out of it. "Here," said Bruno. "Take this! It'll do the trick."
If Elena hadn't already been breathing through her mouth, her jaw would've dropped. "Bruno, I'm really not that hungry..."
"Just eat it!" Bruno insisted. "Trust me on this, please!"
Elena was too tired to argue, so she weakly accepted the offering. She took a bite out of the doughy snack, fighting the pain in her throat as she swallowed. She was really hoping she wouldn't add vomiting to the list of symptoms.
And then, something extraordinary happened. She...started feeling better. First, her throat was no longer scratchy or sore. Her body aches faded into nothing. Not only did her nose stop running, but her sinus cavity completely cleared! She felt life seeping back into her system as each sickly symptom vanished. Before she knew it, she felt perfectly normal, as if she hadn't spent the last 24-hours planning her funeral!
But how was this possible? She looked down at the arepa Bruno had given her. It tasted fine, even if it was a bit stale. Nothing seemed different about it, yet taking one bite seemed to reinvigorate her entirely.
"Elena? Did it work?" Bruno called. "Did you eat the arepa?"
Scrambling to her feet, Elena leapt up and quickly unhooked the locks. She flung open the door to see a startled-then-pleased Bruno.
"Bruno!" she exclaimed, pointing to the food. "H-how!?!"
Bruno chuckled, letting himself in. "You can thank Julieta for that."
"But how did you know I was sick?"
"I didn't. Juli always packs me a few of those before I come to the city. She makes sure there's enough for both of us in case we need them."
Bruno then held out the exotic bouquet to Elena who accepted them graciously. "Isabela is responsible for these. She suggested I give you a cactus, but there was no way I was carrying one of those on the bus."
Elena felt her eyes water and this time, it wasn't from being sick. She threw her arms around Bruno's neck, planting to large kisses on his cheek. "If you aren't just what the doctor ordered!"
Bruno just giggled and returned the hug.
Elena then saw herself in the mirror hanging in the foyer. While she was now perfectly healthy, her hair looked like a rat's nest and her dressing gown and robe were as wrinkled as an old lady.
"Ugh, look at me," she said, fussing with herself. "I look like what the cat dragged in and the dog chewed up! If you give me about twenty minutes, I'll get cleaned up and then we can go get some lunch. My treat, of course. Be right back!"
Just as she was about to head upstairs, Bruno gently snatched her wrist, pulling her back. "Now now, hold on!" he said coyly, "I, uh, don't think you're fully healed."
"I-I'm not?"
"Oh no. There's a good chance those nasty germs are still lurking inside you somewhere." Before Elena could object, Bruno scooped her up into his arms and waggled his eyebrows at her mischievously. "I think...we need to get you right to bed."
Elena giggled and cocked an eyebrow. "Well, now that you mention it..." She gave a small fake cough, then fondled with Bruno's shirt collar. "You know, I have some ointment upstairs to rub on my chest. Helps with the coughs. Mind giving me a hand with that...doctor?"
She grinned as Bruno shuddered happily. "Absolutely." He then leaned in and kissed her lips softly.
"Don't worry, mi vida," he said softly. "I'll take care of you."
"You always do..." Elena sighed dreamily and rested her head on his shoulder as he carried her to the bedroom.
#elena ruiz#bruno encanto#bruno madrigal#encanto#encanto dr#bruno x oc#fic for a friend#gift fan fic#prophetic hijinks
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>>| Sonia was in the village, out for delivery, looking for a certain Beauty. She kept walking towards the square until she spotted Elena nearby at Juli's stand |<<
Sonia.I.M:Elena! *paces her steps as she stopped, standing forward her direction* I was wondering where you were.
Elena.R:*surprised from her volumed greeting,grins sweetly at her arrival* Hello,Sonia. I had finished my talk with Julieta. Were you looking for me?
Sonia.M:Yeap *merrily nods once, carefully holds out the tightly tied bundle towards Elena* Here, I wanted to give you your requests in person. I hope the kids love them as much Miles & I enjoyed making them. Little Ramiro's plate is specially made from the new glaze that Felix brought back for me.
Elena.R: I'm very sure they will. *Grasps the bundle from the bottom* You & your Miles have a special touch, Thank you Sonia *clutched them on her person,smiles sweetly at her*
#encanto oc#encanto fanart#disney encanto#encanto#encanto ocs#encantooc#encantoocs#fypage#fyp#my art#bruno madrigal x oc#bruno x oc#encanto sonia au#sonia mendez#encanto sonia#sonia oc#elena x bruno forever#elena x bruno#elena ruiz#prophetichijinks#good friends#sister from another mister
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