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naoko-world · 1 year

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Sooo tomorrow is Encanto fools day, launched by @hectic-hector and I decided to post something for the day!

Tomorrow I'll also post a fanart! But until now, here is a ficlet you can also find here on Ao3!

Fluff/attempt at humor/arguing/pranks

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Couldn't find anyone to proofread it so it's not proofread.

Who did the prank?

Summary:

Mirabel got down the stairs to find Camilo surrounded by his parents, her parents, Isabela and their Abuela Alma. Feeling curious, she approached to hear him whining, “I did nothing! I swear!”

Another day was starting at Casa Madrigal. Mirabel got down the stairs to find Camilo surrounded by his parents, her parents, Isabela and their Abuela Alma. Feeling curious, she approached to hear him whining, “I did nothing! I swear!”

Julieta sighed, counterarguing with sadness, “It can hardly be anyone else though.”

“But I didn’t! I didn’t have time to do any of my April’s fools jokes!” Then, pouting a bit, he admitted, ”I wanted to hide the oil so you would have to look for it all around Casita! But, when I arrived, you were already pranked.”

Julieta looked sceptical, but didn’t reply anything. She mused on it, locking eyes with the other Madrigals as if looking for their opinion.

Mirabel felt so bad for Camilo! She knew he wouldn’t deny any of his pranks. The boy was always happy to let people know they had been pranked! In order to help him, she asked as she stopped just beside her cousin, “Can’t it be someone else?”

To which, Julieta replied with embarrassment, “He was the only one up when I came down to cook, and I noticed the switch right away.”

“I’m innocent!” insisted Camilo, keeping whining.

While she was trying to find a way to help his cousin out of this situation, Félix noted with a thoughtful look, "It's possible it really wasn't him. He isn't the only naughty one in the family and some of us have distance gifts."

He pointed at Isabela to mean she was another possibility. As she followed his finger, Mirabel finally noticed her sister was busy removing googly eyes from the leaves on her dress, her face scrunched in frustration. Not bothering looking up at them, she brushed it off by claiming, "I would have loved to have done it, but I unfortunately didn’t think about it.”

"It's not me though!" argued Camilo.

"And you’re not the one who put these things on my plants either, I guess?” she growled, finally looking at him with suspicion.

He denied, shocked, “No! Again, I didn’t have time to do any prank!” Then, doing his best to manage a smile, he remarked, “One of them could have been made by Tío Bruno! He proved he can be pretty sneaky when he wants to."

Bruno arrived just at that moment, getting down the stairs with a confused look. WIth his messy hair, his tired eyes and his lack of energy, he looked like he just woke up. “Huh? What’s happening?”

“Bruno! Did you switch the salt and the sugar?” Pepa asked him bluntly. “Or put googly eyes on-”

“Someone switched the salt and the sugar?” he replied, suddenly worried.

He started looking in his pockets, while Félix added, “I also woke up with a streak of my hair dyed.” He pointed at his head, which was bearing a red section of hair, before keeping going, glancing at Camilo, “I immediately thought it could be Isabela since she has her way to do so but it honestly could be someone else.”

“It’s not me either!” denied Camilo, clearly frustrated.

“And I didn’t dye it,” shrugged Isabela. “Could be Tía Pepa, she sleeps beside you.”

He turned to his wife at the argument, admitting, “Good point! Amor, did you-”

Pepa started to thunder, complaining, “What? No! You really think I’d use that position to prank you?”

He joked, “Well, I wouldn’t mind if it had been you!” Then, turning to others with confusion, he asked, “Who is it then?”

Before any of them could reply anything, Bruno beat them to it by complaining, “Someone strapped weird hats on my rats’ heads.”

The rat he was holding was wearing a funny banana hat, which it was trying to remove by shaking its head. Bruno was helping it, glancing nervously at another one with a capybara head hat on his shoulder. Mirabel hurried to help him, though she was holding back a laugh.

Sighing, Pepa revealed, "I've been pranked too anyway. Someone moved my dresser on the other side of my room. I thought it was you, Félix."

"Mi amor! I'm so happy you think I'm strong enough to do that alone," he laughed, genuine. Then, in a more curious tone, he asked, "Someone pranked you?"

She nodded. Then, she turned to Isabela. "Now that I think of it, your plants are strong enough to move them.”

“I did nothing!” claimed Isabela, before explaining with a sigh, “I wanted to wrap Mirabel’s room with wrapping paper but I hadn’t got time to do so.”

Between shock and laughter, Mirabel exclaimed, “You wanted to wrap my room?”

“Yeah...It would have been so fun...” Isabela said, saddened.

“Well, if it’s not you then who is it? Can’t be that many people who are strong enough for that.”

"Luisa would be," remarked Camilo.

Mirabel saw her Abuela visibly worrying, before easing when Pepa discarded it. "No way! That girl would never prank anyone."

While the family kept arguing, accusing one another of the bad deed, Mirabel got closer to her to whisper, “Abuela, did Luisa do it?”

Alma nodded, confessing in a low voice, “We did it together, she and I.”

Then, she put a finger on her lips to signal her to keep quiet. She seemed to have a lot of fun watching her family looking for the trickster. Mirabel couldn’t blame her for that! It was great to see her family actually communicating after all they went through. Why she decided to stay on the side, watching the scene with her abuela, both of them enjoying themselves watching their family arguing.

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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years

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I just thought about this.

What if Pepa saw Dolores In her room in distress and couldn't take no more noise, Dolores wanted her mom to sing her a song like she did when she was younger.

Later the both were found sleeping together by the family.

I combined these two asks and it's not 100% exactly what you two wanted... Hope it's still okay

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Bruno taps her on the shoulder. It's a light touch, nothing more than his fingertips brushing her dress. Pepa knows what that means. Usually he is much louder when he's trying to get her attention. He will give her braid a short playful tug or he will snip her temple with a finger. Despite the heavy burden his gift has left him with, her brother is and will always be a little brother first, with all the brattiness that comes with that. And Pepa will always be the big sister first and make sure to deliver that outraged squawk and retaliate in style by kicking his shin.

But not when it's the soft touch to the shoulder. She knows what that means and so she turns around carefully, making as little sound as she can, holding the skirt of her dress so it rustles a little bit less than it normally would.

There is Bruno, standing at her back. In his arms he is holding Pepa's most precious treasure besides the one just beginning to grow inside of her.

Dolores, so small, so vulnerable, buried into his chest, her small hands pressed to her ears so hard her arms are quivering. Her face is squished against his ruana and Bruno keeps hold of Pepa's gaze while at the same time constantly whispering into his sobrina's left ear. Any other child wouldn't have heard him over the hands and the folds of fabric. But Dolores is not like any other child. She is a Madrigal. She is Pepa's daughter. She is blessed.

She is cursed.

Pepa has to strain her hearing to make out the words, the soft and rumbling whisper whose only purpose is to drown out all other sounds.

"And Maria is not actually Maria, she is Carmen, the evil sibling. At least everyone assumes she is the evil one, but she is just misunderstood, you know? She was just dealt a bad hand. She is not so bad, people just need to give her a chance."

Pepa wants to smile. His silly Telenovelas. She wonders where he gets all those ideas from.

She doesn't smile. Her baby is overwhelmed and in pain, how could she smile right now?

Instead she steps closer, putting down her toes first and rolling the balls of her feet with the utmost care. Lolo still winces as if her Mama had stomped her foot.

Pepa catches Bruno's eye.

'Bad day?' she mouths.

He doesn't stop his tale, just nods and widens his eyes. A very bad day, then.

Pepa sighs noiselessly (not for Dolores, nothing is ever without noise for Dolores) and winds her arms around her daughter. Her arms entangle with Bruno's for a second. For just a second, the three of them are joined in a hug, the vulnerable child trapped in the middle. But then Pepa pulls away and Bruno let's go.

Dolores whines for a heartbreaking moment, clearly reluctant about the change of hands, but then Pepa starts to hum and her baby latches onto her instead, pressing her face into Pepa's hair. The woman is so glad that she's chosen the lavender shampoo that morning. The smell always calms her daughter down and now Pepa does smile after all as she can hear her child take a deep breath, audibly sniffing her hair.

Bruno is still standing there, his arms hanging in the air. He looks a little bit lost, she thinks. Misplaced. Helpless.

Pepa doesn't stop her humming and instead brushes her foot against his calf since her hands are full. Her brother snaps out of his daze. His eyes focus and he nods at her.

'Tea?' he mouths and she simply smiles. She doesn't want to nod, doesn't want to disturb her daughter who has stopped shaking, but he knows her.

Her brother glides away on bare feet, almost soundlessly, and Pepa follows his example and slips off her slippers. The tiles are warm against her feet and she silently thanks Casita.

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When Bruno finds them later in Pepa's room with the tea, Dolores is much calmer already and the two of them sandwich her between them on the sofa and start to sing a song for her to distract her. It's mostly Pepa who sings, with Bruno humming along.

Dolores has her head pressed against Pepa's mostly flat belly, listening to a heartbeat only she can hear at this point, and has her feet up on her Tio's lap.

Felix and Julieta find them like that, hours later. Dolores has long since fallen asleep listening to new life, and Pepa and Bruno are sitting side by side on the sofa with her. Also asleep. Their heads are resting against each other, Pepa's one arm curling around his bony shoulders, while her other hand rests on Dolores' head.

Julieta and Felix share a smile and retreat. Felix will just have to sleep in Dolore's room tonight.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #answered ask #bruno my beloved #pepa my beloved #dolores madrigal #dolores my beloved #encanto ficlet #one sentence prompt #Hope you see this anon!

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sorryiwasasleep · 11 months

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Part of a larger fic, but can stand on its own and I wanted to share it:

Luisa & Alma

The burning in her chest and the warmth in her cheeks made Luisa feel like she was melting, in the best way possible.

Like an ice cube on a hot sunny day.

It was a Friday afternoon and the sky was clear and the birds were singing and she was sitting by a lake with her Abuela, both of them dangling their feet in the water.

They were both high as hell.

It was… an experience for sure for the girl.

Luisa had never even smoked before a few months ago and now she was sitting here with her actual Abuela sharing a joint.

If she thought too long about why she was getting high with her grandmother, Luisa’s chest would start to ache and she would burst into tears again the way she had when they’d first asked her to do this.

Abuela was getting older. It was a fact they all knew.

She was also getting weaker.

Sicker.

And things that used to come easy to her now brought her pain.

They could see it in every step she took, how she was slowing down.

So she coped how she could, and when Mamá’s food stopped helping her, Abuela turned to more natural substances, provided by Isabela.

She was relying on it more now.

But their grandmother also didn’t like to be the only person with her senses impaired, so she often asked the other adult Madrigals to join her.

When none of her children or suegros were available, she had turned to Isabela and Dolores.

Who had then wrapped in Luisa once it became clear she actually enjoyed the partaking of smoke sessions, and wasn’t just attempting and finding it not for herself, or doing so because she felt like she should.

So now here Luisa was.

High with her Abuela.

Abuela offered her the last of the joint and she took it.

As she blew out smoke, her grandmother started speaking.

“My Luisita. I see so much of your mother in you.” When Luisa turned, Abuela was surveying her with affection. She reached out with a shaking hand and patted Luisa on the cheek.

“So strong. So smart and insightful.” Abuela casts her face down, filled with shame.

“So willing to give up yourself for others.” Abuela looks back up at Luisa. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you for so long.”

It’s the first time Luisa has actually gotten a personal apology from her Abuela since everything has happened.

Abuela of course loosened the reigns and things are better now and Luisa has gotten some apologies, but they've been generic or to the family as a whole.

She appreciates this even if it makes her chest ache because well, she thinks Abuela might be trying to cover her bases as she gets weaker and Luisa hates it, because she’s longed for this apology, this remorse, but she also hates how its coming. Hates what she’s now fearing as each day passes.

She's not sure what they'll do when the day comes.

She prays it's not soon.

The apology is a lot.

Tears are immediately in Luisa’s eyes.

Abuela uses her thumb to stroke Luisa’s cheek and wipe away the first tears that fall.

“Abuela I—“

Abuela just shakes her head.

“No, no need to say anything. Unless you want to yell at me maybe.” She shakes her head again. “I don’t deserve forgiveness easily. I almost ruined us.” That last parts slips out as a whisper, but Luisa hears it.

She scoops her grandmother into her arms, which causes Abuela to let out a stunned cry before she relaxes into the embrace.

“Te quiero Abuela.” Luisa lets out through her tears.

She doesn’t forgive her grandmother for what she’s done in the past, but Luisa is more than willing to move forward. She doesn’t want to hold on to bitterness.

Luisa can feel Abuela stroking her back as she starts to hum.

It sparks a memory of when she was five years old and had just gotten her gift.

She’d dropped a brick on her own foot and was inconsolable over it, even though the physical pain was gone in an instant thanks to her madre.

Abuela had taken her into her room and they’d sat in her fancy rocking chair and she’d held Luisa tight to her chest and sang until her tears slowed.

Right now it makes more tears come to her eyes, even as Luisa holds her grandmother tighter.

She wants to cherish this.

Who knows how much longer she can?

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bitsy83 · 2 years

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A New Fishbowl

Just a little drabble I wanted to make in honor of the awesome @sketchnwhatevr and their wonderful short, Tiempre de Vals Which can be found here! https://youtu.be/13icsej1i64

Please watch before reading to understand refs. (NOTE: I can't remember if Pezmuerte's first name is Ozma or not, but for now let's just go with it)

"Again?!?" cried Felix, almost dropping the glass he was washing.

"Again," sighed Bruno.

It was Wednesday, which meant it was Felix and Bruno's turn to do the dishes, with the help of Antonio. It was the same arrangement as usual: Antonio allows Parce to lick food off the plates, then Felix washes, Bruno dries, and Casita takes over putting the dishes away. The two Madrigal men always looked forward to these days because it gave them a chance to chat. Today's conversation topic: Bruno's new girlfriend, Ozma Pezmuerte.

"And...and she was sure it was dead?" asked Felix.

"Well, I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain fish don't swim belly up," said Bruno, setting down the plate while Casita moved its tiles towards the pantry. "This is like the fifth time it's happened."

"Seventh," said Antonio blatantly. "Pico's been keeping track."

Felix just shook his head. "Ay. What is she doing with those fish, bro?"

Bruno flung up his hands, exasperated. "I don't know! I mean, she cleans the bowl regularly, she makes sure they get fed every day. She even talks to them! She treats those fish like they were her own children."

"It's the bowl."

Felix and Bruno turn to Antonio who was holding one of the coffee cups for Parce to lick. The boy said the statement so matter-of-factly that it made the two adult men feel foolish for not considering it, even though they had no clue what that meant.

"Why does the bowl matter, hijo?" asked Felix.

Antonio sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's simple. Bowls aren't natural to a fish. Nature intended them to swim in ponds, rivers, and oceans. You put them in a bowl, you're not only stressing them out by removing them from their natural habitat, you're also putting them in an environment that they're unable to thrive in. Basically, every time Pezmuerte puts a fish in a bowl, she's sentencing it to a slow and torturous demise."

Antonio then handed the cup to his flabbergasted father and took another dirty dish from the pile. The two men just looked at each other, stunned.

"How...how did you know all that, Antonio?" asked Felix, both impressed and slightly horrified.

Antonio shrugged. "The fish told me."

"You can talk to fish too?" asked Bruno.

"Yeah. They're really smart. It's kind of hard to hear them underwater, though."

Felix shook his head and went to clean the cup in the sink. "Well, there you have it. Ozma just can't have pet fish anymore. Problema resuelto."

"No! ¡No problema resuelto!" groaned Bruno. "This isn't fair. She's a good woman; she doesn't deserve this! She loves fish the same way I love rats. She won't even eat them!"

Bruno sighed heavily as he leaned over the counter, rubbing his temple. It had been a month since the festival celebrating the return of Casita and the magic. Bruno was so hesitant to attend on account of his history with the town. At first, it was difficult, even with Mirabel's encouragement. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, he could still feel the people staring at him, whispering behind his back while he danced with his niece. Just when he felt that things were going to back to how they used to be - him being a lonely, reclusive man - Ozma approached him and asked him to dance. He had known Ozma since they were children and, yes, she did blame him at the time for the death of her first fish, they still held a good friendship. He had always known he had feelings for her, but never dreamed they'd be mutual.

Ever since the festival, Ozma and Bruno had been seen together a lot in the town. Walking to the market, lunch by the river. They were even caught once or twice in a loving embrace. Bruno was thrilled when he was able to give her a new goldfish, but now it seems that fish were never meant to be kept as her pets. He knew he'd eventually have to break the news to her...

"I just...I just wish I could fix this somehow," mused Bruno.

Felix pursed his lips and thought. "Well, let's see. Obviously, bringing fish to her isn't the answer. Sooo...what if you brought her to the fish?"

Bruno cocked an eyebrow at his brother-in-law. "What do you mean?"

Felix gave a sideways smirk to his youngest child. "I think Antonio might be able to help, right hijo?"

But Antonio was hesitant. "I dunno, Papi..."

"Come on, hombrecito!" chided Felix. "Do you it for your Tío! Look at this guy! Can't you see the passion that burns in his eyes for his lady love? Can't you hear his heart beating like drums inside his chest? The man wants nothing more than to cherish the rain that waters the ground Ozma walks upon and..."

"OH-KAY! Let's tone it down at bit!" snapped Bruno. He almost forgot how passionate Felix would get when talking about love. "B-but seriously, Antonio, I could really use your help."

Antonio looked to Parce who just shrugged, wanting to lick another dirty plate. "Ok, Tío Bruno, but first we have to lay some ground rules."

***

"Ok, ok, careful. We're almost there."

"Bruno, where are we going?"

"You'll see; just keep your eyes closed."

Later that evening, Bruno had convinced Ozma to talk a walk with him in the jungle. She inquired as to why and Bruno simply replied "I'm going to show you a new fishbowl I found." When they were getting close to their destination, Bruno asked Ozma to close her eyes as he led the rest of the way. While her eyes were closed, she could hear running water, only heightening her curiosity.

Finally, they came to a stop. "Can I open my eyes now?" she asked softly.

"Yes. Abre los ojos."

What Ozma saw before her took her breath away. Bruno had led her to a gorgeous jungle spring. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. A luscious waterfall cascaded down large boulders into the clear, crystal waters. The foliage surrounding the large pool varied in vibrant shades of greens, pinks, oranges, and turquoise.

"Bruno," breathed Ozma, placing a hand to her chest. "This...this is wonderful!"

But Bruno wasn't done. "Look in the water," he encouraged, bringing her to the edge. She gazed into the pool and her smile grew even brighter. There were fish! Beautiful fish of all different shapes and colors. One looked much like a goldfish, but it was so large it could be the size of a trout! Very slowly, Ozma got on her knees and lightly traced her fingertips across the water's surface. One of the large colorful fish broke the surface, its large mouth opening and closing towards her hand. Clearly, it thought she was food. Ozma withdrew her hand, but still chuckled.

"They're called koi," said Bruno, sitting beside her. "Very similar to a goldfish."

"How did you find out about this place?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the fish as they swam.

"Weeeell, you can thank Antonio for that," Bruno smiled. "He found this place weeks ago. And the best part...." He then went to the edge of the trees and pulled back a few branches, showing a clear view of the town. "It's just a hop, skip, and a jump away. You can come here whenever you like. Just promise that none of the fish are removed? And, uh, check with me first before you bring any outside food. Antonio really wants to protect these little guys from...uh, he just wants them taken care of properly."

Ozma nodded in agreement. "I promise." She then stood and wrapped her arms around Bruno's waist, hugging him tightly. "This is the most beautiful fishbowl I've ever seen." She pulled back and gazed deeply into his eyes. "You truly are a wonderful man, Bruno Madrigal."

Bruno blushed and chuckled nervously. "I'm just happy I was able to - Mm!" Before he could finish, Ozma kissed him on the lips, causing his heart to soar. Melting into her arms, he closed his eyes and returned the kiss.

Meanwhile, a bit upstream, Felix and Antonio watched the two in their lovers' embrace. "That's our cue to vamos, Antonio," said Felix, lifting Antonio to his shoulders and heading back to town. "Thanks again for sharing your secret fish pond with them. I know they're gonna take good care of it."

"I hope so," grumbled Antonio. "I still think she kills fish for fun."

"Okay, we really gotta talk about your perspective on people..."

#bruno encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno x oc #Felix Madrigal #Antonio Madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto drabble #a new fishbowl #encanto ficlet

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impossiblefangirl0632 · 2 years

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Midnight Mischief: Milk Edition

Camilo crept through the courtyard, out the door, and down the hill into town with full confidence in his plan.

This was a great idea. No questions. None whatsoever.

Except…

He didn't know if he could actually pull it off by himself.

Now usually his pranks were an easy one-man show. How could they not when he could be literally anyone?

But the fact of the matter was he needed an accomplice for this one. Not even he could be in two places at once.

The problem was finding someone who'd help him.

He stopped walking.

Maybe he should have thought about this before he snuck out.

The obvious answer was Antonio but there was no way he was risking his parent’s wrath by taking Antonio on a 2 am prank excursion

Mirabel then? Camilo pursed his lips. Maybe…

“Camilo.”

Now, don’t let Bruno lie to you, Camilo Madrigal did NOT scream when Bruno snuck up on him. He totally did

But to be fair you would have too if your uncle with a penchant for mischief and a pair of glowing green eyes snuck up on you in the middle of the night.

“Tio!” Camilo wheezed, “Don’t DO that!”

Bruno just snickered, “Ah Sobrino, that’ll never get old.”

Camilo glared at him.

Well, there went that plan. He was in so much trouble.

But, never one to give up easily Camilo stalled for time. “So…” He adopted a casual tone, that oozed I’ve done nothing wrong, everything about this is completely normal. “What brings you out tonight hmm?”

Bruno raised an eyebrow, which only made him look eerier. Camilo really wished he wouldn’t use his eyes as a flashlight. Actually, now that he thought about it that was probably why 6-year-old him had formed the opinion that Bruno was some sort of boogeyman.

Bruno shrugged, nonchalant. “Oh, you know, just checking up on my trouble maker Sobrino, gotta find out if he has a good excuse for sneaking out at 2 am. It’s important information when deciding whether or not to tell his madre—”

Camilo broke character, panicking “Don’t tell her! Please! This is, this isn’t a normal prank it’s—”

Bruno’s faux serious expression broke and he laughed. “Ay, Milo, I’m not going to tell Pepa. I’m here to help you.”

Camilo opened his mouth to argue before processing his uncle’s words. “Wait, help me? You don’t even know what I’m doing.”

“Ohhh, so you’re not trying to drive all of Señor Hernández’s cows into the donkeys' favorite spot, ie the middle of town, meanwhile putting the donkeys in the pasture where they’ll be incredibly annoying to gather up again. And of course, all of this definitely isn’t to give him an exaggerated taste of his own medicine because it’s Luisa’s day off tomorrow and wayward animals don’t count as an emergency so he’ll have to round them all up by himself.”

Camilo blinked.

“How did you— Wait no, stupid question.” Camilo brightened immediately, his trademark mischievous grin slid smoothly back into place. “If you saw it then it works!”

A matching grin spread across Bruno’s face. If his sisters had seen it they would have groaned and told the unfortunate soul he was planning on wreaking havoc on to run for the hills. But then again Bruno never did anything that wasn’t deserved so maybe not.

He schooled his face back into Serious Adult. “Exactly. But. The terms of me not telling Pepa are that we have to actually milk the cows. Hernández isn’t going to do it while he’s panicking and it’s not good for them if they don’t get milked.”

Camilo scrunched up his face but didn’t argue. That was… fair. But, “Do you even know how to milk a cow?”

Bruno gave him a deadpan look. “Kid, we were refugees with nothing, it took roughly 20 years for the Encanto to get to any sort of comfortable stability. When I was your age milking cows was something I could do to be useful that didn’t involve visions or people.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah…” Bruno clapped his hands together. “Right, well, let’s go teach an incompetent rancher the importance of fixing his fences.”

In the morning when a panicked Señor Hernández banged on Casita’s door to request Luisa’s help Camilo took great pleasure in not so politely informing him that it was actually Luisa’s day off and maybe he should work on keeping better track of his animals.

And if the exhausted duo (who knew getting cows to move would be so HARD) had been forcibly put to work by a knowing Julieta to use up the abundance of milk they’d brought home, well, that was something that would just have to be kept in the family.

#encanto milk day #encanto fanfic #encanto ficlet #encanto oneshot #does this count as a crack fic?#Didn't think I was gonna participate in milk day but then I had this idea #so here we are #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #my fic

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lapseinart · 7 months

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pre-canon Encanto headcanons to consider:

before the triplets got their powers, there were a lot of rumors about the weird lady living by herself in a cursed house

and there’s a couple people that are suspicious of the fact that this lady’s husband died right before she got a magic house

did she sacrifice him or her husband sacrifice his soul for magic?

like we’re grateful she saved us all but clearly this lady’s a witch

meanwhile Alma’s only reason for getting up in the morning are her kids. I deeply admire this of her

Nobody’s there the night the kids get their powers

Alma’s pretty freaked out herself bc not only is she raising three kids by herself while in her twenties, she’s raising three MAGIC kids by herself

at this point half the town’s pretty sure that Alma had the devil’s children

Alma’s freaking out a lot, but like hell are they going to get to her kids

That’s why she starts offering the town her children’s help

Show them we’re harmless, the very helpful Madrigal family

They do eventually go talk to the priest of Encanto. That’s how Bruno sort of figured out the match and sand thing

Lots of trial and error because before then the visions were random and uncontrollable

Still gets random visions but he cAN DO IT ON COMMAND NOW GUYS!

No one from the town is there the night that Isabela gets her gift, but rumors start up again (the triplets are a bit more understanding of their mother’s position after this) so the whole town is invited to Dolores’ ceremony

Which is actually not great she starts crying because she can hear everything

#encanto #alma madrigal #madrigal triplets #Bruno Madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #I’ve actually been sitting on these for a while #found it in my drafts #ficlet #kind of #lapse in writing

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silverloreleysfanfics · 2 years

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Carlos’ never-opened door

This relates to the idea @dragoneyes618 and I (this is my sideblog) had about Bruno being Carlos’ dad and the following speculation.

I wrote it in, like, two hours, so forgive any mistakes. It could be the start of an actual fic or not, I’m not sure, but it was a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon for me.

Enjoy this:

There's a door, in Casita, that no one ever opened.

It's been there for many years, since Mirabel was small. A door that isn't hers, for someone who was never there.

Truth to be told, the door wasn't quite there there. Mirabel had seen it, once, when she was six.

It happened one evening, just after dinner. Mirabel's gift ceremony the previous year, had passed without her getting a gift, or even a room, but she remembered the celebrations, and how Casita shifted to show everyone where the new room would appear. Even if the room didn't stay, and the door never opened.

So she was passing by, heading to the nursery - where she slept alone since Camilo got his own room - when the staircase curled in a new direction, not far from the tower where tio Bruno's room was.

Mirabel had jumped up in excitement. Perhaps Casita had decided to give her a room now, the house had only been testing the youngest Madrigal child to be sure of her faith and now she had finally passed the test and would get her own room at last! She didn't know what she did, but she did it!

So Mirabel had called the family, showing the staircase curled that way, dragging mamà and papà out the kitchen, shouting for Dolores to call everyone else, and the Madrigals were soon grouped in the courtyard, just like in the nights of the previous gift ceremonies, without falters.

Abuela had run to her room to get the candle which was, in fact, glowing in the slightly different, special way it did when it was about to bestow a gift.

But there were no new Madrigal children in the house, no five years-old, only Mirabel, who was six and still giftless.

The room about to appear had to be hers. It had to.

As a whole, the Madrigals secretly shared a relieved breath. Mirabel was going to have her room and her gift like every other Madrigal child, the strange tension they withstood for over a year would dissipate. Mirabel was like the others, Mirabel wasn't giftless, all would be alright.

They cheered, and even if there wasn't time to gather the whole Encanto to see it and dress up, they were all there ready to see the miracle bestow the little girl the missing gift.

And then the door appeared, glowing softly, swirling in magic.

Abuela went next to it, solemn, the candle in her hand bright and warm, her old eyes full of expectations.

The rest of the family, save for Mirabel, went up, next to her. Julieta and Agustìn smiled at their youngest, gesturing for her to get closer, and Mirabel did.

Hopeful.

She looked at the door and frowned.

Her door was supposed to have her initial on the knob. The ones she never got to open the previous time had a big curly "M" on it, she was sure.

This one had a "C".

"What is is, Mira?" Julieta asked, then looked at the door too. So did abuela. And everyone else.

"I'm... going to have another room?" Camilo asked, unsure. His ceremony had been two years before and, unlike Mirabel's, had been a success. He didn't need another room. But he was the only Madrigal whose name started with "C".

Unless...

"Mirabel, don't touch it" abuela ordered, and the girl jumped back.

There was something sad and angry about abuela's voice. Something Mirabel couldn't recognize but made her sad too.

That wasn't her door. She'd never have her own door and her room and her gift...

Agustìn scooped her up before she could start to cry and Mirabel curled in her papà's embrace.

"It's not my door" she whispered, sure only her papà and Dolores would have been able to hear her.

"No, Mirabel" abuela replied, her face schooled back into her usual serious and stern demeanor "This door is not meant for you"

"But mamà, then who...?" Pepa wondered. For once, she seemed too stunned to even thunder or rain.

"Someone we'll never meet, I fear" abuela sentenced, then held the candle closer, shook her head and moved away, to put it back in its own place.

"Oh" Pepa's hands ran to her mouth, a drizzle of rain starting to fall around her from a pale gray cloud.

Mirabel looked at her mamà, whose sadness seemed to match both abuela's and tia Pepa's.

Isabela, Luisa and Dolores looked at the adults, unsure, but it was Camilo who spoke up "What does it mean?"

At which Felix, holding his wife in a one-armed hug, shook his head and replied "That you have another cousin who is turning five today"

The children were confused at that. They knew they had other cousins, the non-Madrigal ones, from their papàs' sides of the family, but none of them ever had a door in Casita because, abuela explained, the miracle bestowed the gifts only to Madrigals and no one else.

"Bruno" Julieta said, quietly, making sure only the ones around her could hear and abuela, now almost at her room, wouldn't.

And that was it, no one else said more, not in front of the kids anyway.

Agustìn and Julieta tucked a very sad Mirabel to bed, once again in the nursery, then Luisa and Isabela, and the same did Pepa and Felix with Dolores and Camilo.

Of course, as soon as the adults got to the kitchen, the cousins all grouped up in the nursery, led by Dolores, because none of them understood what happened and wanted to know.

"What are they saying?" Camilo prompted his sister.

"Shh!" Isabela hushed him.

"They're talking about tio Bruno" Dolores relied, eyes up to the sky, as she often did when she was focusing on something afar in particular "They say tio Bruno must have married! And had a child! That's who the new cousin is!"

"That's why we have a new door?"

"But tio Bruno isn't here!" Camilo frowned "Why would his kid have a door here and not in his own Casita?"

"Only us have Casita, Camilo" Luisa corrected "Maybe that's why, he doesn't have his own miracle"

Dolores nodded, but no one was sure in whether she agreed on what Luisa said or what she heard, and then relied more.

The adults talked about writing letters, although Dolores didn't understand to who, to try to have the kid brought here, in Encanto, to live in Casita with them since it was obvious the child was a Madrigal.

"You think they'll manage?"

"I know tio Bruno is on the Isle of the Lost. Auradon's prison" Isabela shivered at the mention "That's where they send bad people. We can't have a child from prison here. The horsemen who attacked our people must be there too, they're bad!"

"But a child like us can't be evil too" Luisa reasoned.

"We don't know and we can't risk. I don't want the new cousin here"

"Casita wouldn't have made a door for a bad person" Mirabel opposed.

"What about tio Bruno then?"

She couldn't reply at that.

They kept listening to Dolores eavesdropping, something about Auradon's capital, appeal process and lots of frustration to the point Pepa's thunders had started to be heard, at which Dolores signalled the cousins to scatter because the adults decided to leave it at that for that night and go to sleep, ending the impromptu discussion for the kids as well.

Only Mirabel was left in the nursery, once again. She couldn't see the new door from her own, slightly cracked open one, but a bit of its light filtered anyway and she could see the staircase was still curled.

She slipped out, silent as a mouse, and approached the glow. There was no candle and no family and no real ceremony. The one they should celebrate for wasn't there to begin with.

Would it hurt for her to try? To touch the doorknob and turn it and hope the gift for the new cousin could be hers, or shared, she was willing to share, she'd shared the nursery and she could share a room and a gift, as long as she had one.

The "C" seemed to stare back at her. Would it be bad to try? Or would it make her unknown cousin's door disappear like hers?

What if Isa was right and the new cousin was bad? Mirabel would use the gift for good, she was sure, and if they shared - she was convinced they could share! - she could teach the new cousin to do the same. She'd have some practice by the time he or she would be there, when and if the adults managed to bring them in Encanto.

Yes, that would work.

She took courage in both hands, a deep breath, and touched the knob. It didn't disappear. Nor the knob, nor the door.

A glow seemed to surge in her heart and she tried to turn it.

It didn't.

She tried again, once. The round golden knob didn't move in the slightest, the door stayed there, unmoving, glowing, waiting for its true owner.

Mirabel ran back to the nursery and cried in her pillow all her disappointment and frustration.

The door stayed there for a few more hours then, just like it never was, it disappeared. Just like Mirabel's own door did, into nothingness. She knew because she was up early in the morning and she saw it happen, along with Luisa and mamà, who got up around the same time to make breakfast for everyone.

The staircase had slipped back in its usual place too. The ceremony didn't happen.

During breakfast, abuela explained, curtly, that a new cousin, Bruno's child, was supposed to inhabit the new room, but that him or her being too far meant no ceremony for them, and that such matter would not be spoken about anymore ever, just like no one was allowed to talk about Bruno. The grandkids, who knew that much, only nodded.

Mirabel, too disappointed by the chance to have her own door and room and gift, pushed all aside at the notion of a new cousin, now that abuela confirmed it, and how nice it would have been to share the nursery in the previous years - the one after Camilo got her gift and the following, just ended, when the new door appeared - and was fully convinced Isa was wrong and the new cousin would be just as great as her other ones.

She didn't allow the feeling to turn into something ugly, like anger. She refused to think that a child who never lived in Casita would have had a door while Mirabel, who has been there her whole life long, didn't, because that wasn't how Mirabel was like. She promised herself she would love the new cousin just like his other ones, if she'll ever meet him or her.

After all, the other cousin would have been giftless like her, since their ceremony failed. And abuela would treat them the same, and they'd be similar in being different.

Yes, the new cousin would need Mirabel, once at Casita. She would explain Casita and the family, tell who everyone was, what were their gifts, how Encanto came to be, because without being raised in it, cousin "C" wouldn't know. Nope, Mirabel would be C's guide, after all she was a year older and it was her responsibility, like Isa's and Luisa's and Dolores' had been to help her and Camilo.

Mirabel was ready. When the adult would bring in C, she would be the first to greet him.

She had no idea she would have to wait over ten years for that to happen and, by then, she'd have bigger troubles to deal with.

#fanfiction #more like a ficlet so far #encanto #disney descendants #crossover #encanto/desc fic

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empty-cryptid · 2 years

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Bruno stares at his first cup of coffee in disbelief. Is he really back at the breakfast table with his family? Outside of the walls? He sticks his finger into the coffee and feels the heat. Must be true.

Taking the warm cup, entirely in his own little world, he brings it up to his face and takes a long breath of the fragrant warm drink. Just as he likes it. Black. Pure heavenly coffee just for him. He shivers as he releases his breath with a sigh. Pure content joy.

He brings the mug to his lips and takes a long sip of the flavourful fresh drink. After holding it in his mouth for a small moment, he swallows. A long sigh leaves his body. He puts the mug down and flaps his hands with pure joy, then hugs his warm belly.

Grinning widely, he opens his eyes and looks at Julieta. He is so happy that he has few words. Hugging her tight he simply says "It's so good, thank you."

Julieta and the rest of the family wipe a tear from their cheeks and smile at the man they have missed for so long. So happy to have him back among them.

Apologies for the delay on my fic. I've been busy and also I work very remotely so internet access is limited.

I hope you enjoy bruno's first cup of coffee after the walls with him. He deserves a nice warm cup.

I'll be back with more soon, thanks for your patience. ❤️

#encanto #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #madrigal family #ficlet #my writing #fic

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naoko-world · 1 year

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My Bruno x reader ficlets list

I decided to put my Bruno x Reader drabbles and ficlets in a list since I wrote that much. I'll write more too, that I'll add to that peculiar list!

This list doesn't include the Bruno x Reader oneshots like Lovers for a day (and beyond) and multichapter fics like Bruno's fangirl. Neither will there be the works related to Bruno's fangirl, which you can find there.

He is Bruno? (Bruno x Fem!reader) (Use of y/n and you)

501 words

Fluff

Y/N notices a cute man on the site for the rebuilding of Casita she never saw before. It can't be Bruno Madrigal, can it?

The shoulder (Bruno x fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1105 words

Fluff

You're a librarian where Bruno often comes to. You always felt something for him but was able to contain yourself. Until he shows up with a slipping off ruana...

OK Bruno is a woman now (fem!Bruno x bi fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1135 words

fluff

While going to Casita you discover that Bruno changed into a woman.

A very Madrigal birthday - (Bruno x fem!reader)

1140 words

Fluff

It is your birthday today. Time to celebrate with your boyfriend and his family!

Bonding with the milkman over anxiety - (Bruno x GN!Reader)

1129 words

humor/light angst/fluff/milkman AU

Bruno was a milkman in Colombia looking to bond with someone. He was starting to desperate when he met you during his delivery.

Bruno in boots (Bruno x GN!reader)

1482 words

Fluff/humor

Bruno got a vision about a cat in boots who is a fearless hero. He's so impressed by that cat he decides to do the same in her town, becoming Bruno in boots.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto ficlet #my encanto drabble #encanto drabble #my encanto ficlets #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x fem!reader #bruno x female reader #bruno x gn!reader #bruno x y/n

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waitingonavision · 10 months

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Encanto Ficlet: One Fear

Welp, horror and spooky stuff is difficult. I hope this is bearable 😭 Written for @wdtajn Week 2: Horror.

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Bruno is straddling that fuzzy edge between slumber and wakefulness when he feels it. A squeezing sensation that undulates along his torso—starting at his hips, compressing his belly until it reaches his chest.

Tight, tight, tighter. In the dim light he chokes out a gasp and gives a jerk of his arm. The flailing limb whips up the quilt on his bed like a tent, sends the rats scattering. Suddenly, the awful pressure ceases. Going still, peaceful, Bruno soon tips back toward sleep. The last thing that catches his senses is the sharp bray of a donkey, coming from somewhere in the Encanto…

“Nngh,” Bruno groans. It’s morning. Or at least, time to get up.

He extracts himself from the tangle of blankets and rubs a palm over his face. “…Typical,” he mumbles when he prods the area around his ribs gingerly and doesn’t find the soreness he half-expects. It must’ve been some dream: some leaking vision, twisted into a nightmare. Nothing’s wrong. But he takes a handful of salt from the box beside his bed, and tosses it over his shoulder.

A rumble of his belly pushes away any further thoughts of whatever the dream was. Bruno springs up to get dressed and head downstairs.

It turns out he’s missed breakfast with the family. Casita has fallen completely silent. The kitchen and dining room are devoid their usual noises and laughter as Bruno shuffles about, making quick work of a plate of leftover ground beef and red beans over rice, with a bit of fried egg on top.

Juli must be in town already, Bruno thinks, climbing the stairs above the lifeless courtyard. He’s decided to grab a few things from his room before joining his sister and the others. Pepa might still be home, he realizes; the middle triplet had talked about having a day off.

A voice cuts through the quiet: “I thought I heard you!” Bruno sees Antonio rushing over. The boy barely gets in a hug when he pulls away with a harsh shout, as though burned. His eyes widen; Bruno watches tears form in them while Antonio stares, takes a step back, then another.

“¿T-tío Bruno? But… why? I don’t- No, no!”

“W-huh-wha—? What is it??” Bruno flaps his hands in distress. He tries to understand, to offer comfort, too, but Antonio is crying in earnest now, his small face fearful and disbelieving. With one final wail of No! Antonio runs in the direction of his mother’s bedroom.

A chill sweeps through Bruno’s gut, making him feel faintly ill for a passing second. The dream he had flickers across his mind, and he pushes down the chill, throws more salt and some sugar for good measure. He has to follow Antonio (his stomach clenches; this time from recalling the look on his sobrinito’s face), and hopes Pepa can help.

The air shifts, becoming damp and dense, crackling with electricity, the closer Bruno gets to Pepa and Félix’s room. He can hear sniffles within, and just as he’s reaching for the doorknob, the door flies open.

Pepa’s thunderclouds burst over their heads. “What the hell, Bruno?!”

The younger sibling flinches. “Peps!” He squeaks. “I-I-I don’t know! Wait, t-there was this dream—ah, no, it doesn’t matter. I-I just. Didn’t mean to make Toñito cry!”

“Then what. Happened.” Pepa delivers two good pokes to Bruno’s waist, followed by a sharp, shocked gasp and a blast of frigid wind as she recoils, yanking her hands to her chest.

She breathes, “Dios.” It starts to snow. “Oh. Oh. Brunito. ¿Qué? No… We need… Julieta—Does she know?!”

Bruno feels that chill again, and this time, he allows himself to shudder.

“What is going on?” He asks, voice coming out steadier than he feels.

His sister responds by taking him by the hand and tugging him into her room, where Antonio is seated on the bed with his knees drawn up and tucked beneath his chin.

“…You haven't noticed?”

“Clearly not," he deadpans as he's positioned in front of the full length mirror.

“Mira,” Pepa says cautiously. She gestures at his shirt before moving back to sit next to her son.

Bruno sighs, and starts undoing the buttons there. As his shirt falls open, he sucks in a breath. Oh, no.

Where his belly should be, fattened over time and from many healing meals—

He shivers, squeezes his eyes shut.

It’s worse than he could’ve imagined...

—A firm plane of sculpted muscle.

Abs.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #antonio madrigal #wdtajn #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #under the WIRE #gotta edit this lol #truly on-brand horror #😱

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sorryiwasasleep · 1 year

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The sheets were new.

It broke Alma.

Pedro would never live in this room, in these sheets, in these walls. She would never be able to roll over into his familiar scent again, strong even when he was absent from the bed.

He was gone. He gave them, their babies, the chance to live, but in doing so he was lost. And can never be found.

She won’t even get the chance to bury his body. It was taken away by the mountains, along with her last glances of the terror and heartbreak on his face. And the blood.

There was so much blood.

And now Alma is all alone, with three infants and a giant magic house filled with virtual strangers, other refugees with no where else to go.

She doesn’t know what to do with herself. What to say, what to do, what to think. All she knows is that there’s a hollow pit inside of her chest and she feels like she could get swallowed up by the earth at any second.

She wishes that god wasn’t cruel and had granted the miracle a second before the blow landed, not the second after.

She wishes that they could have left sooner, or thought to leave before her pregnancy got too far along for it to not be safe.

She wishes they had killed her instead. Pedro would know how to handle the babies better than her she’s sure. He’d know what to say to all these people.

Alma is fumbling, scrambling for purchase on slick ground and she thinks she’s losing herself along the way.

She fell to her knees at the end of this bed, in this room, so familiar, but not. Because it might look like her and Pedro’s home, but it wasn’t. And it would never be. Her teary gaze found its way to the windowsill where she had placed her wedding candle.

She wondered if it’d ever burn out. She wondered if she should put it out. She wanted to smash it against a wall at the fact that it didn’t save Pedro.

That all she has left are her babies. She walked on her knees over to the crib that had appeared for them and looked over the bars.

Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno. So alike and yet so different. The only people she had left in the world.

She would have to be mother and father. Play both parents and pray that it was enough. That she was enough.

Oh, how she longs for Pedro to be beside her. To hold her and assure her everything would be alright.

The ghost of his lips was still on hers and she knows it will break her more the day she can’t recall the feeling.

She just wants Pedro back.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto ficlet #encanto alma #alma x pedro #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #pedro madrigal #young alma madrigal #grief/mourning #loss of a loved one

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outsideratheart · 1 year

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Dialogue 13 for Alex Morgan please!!

A/N: Day sixteen of the Christmas advent calendar.

I know this is short so I apologise but i’m away at the minute and whilst i want to give you a ficlet each day, i don’t have that much time to write. Still, i hope you enjoy it.

Dialogue 13 - 'You'd make a cute elf"

Christmas growing up was magical but the magic died more and more with every year that past but then you had a child and it’s as if the magic came back.

Spending Christmas with your own family was priceless. Charlie was getting to the age when she starts to understand what it means and who Santa is. This leads you to doing everything that you wanted your parents to do but they never did.

This year it seemed like your obsession with Elf had wore off on your daughter. You would watch 15 minutes with her before bed every night and Alex would find something to do so that it could be you and Charlie time.

“Mama” Charlie looks from where she is laying on your chest as you are sprawled on the sofa.

“Yes ladybug” you turned your head from the television to face your daughter.

“Can we have a dress up party?”

“Right now?”

“Don’t be silly. We can’t do it now, it’s bed time” Charlie has a look on her face when she says this, it’s the same one Alex gives you.

“Sure. What do you want to dress as?”

You loved to dress up with Charlie. Recently she has taken to dressing up as characters from the film she is watching. First it was frozen, then the incredibles followed by Encanto so as you sit watching Elf you know exactly what she is thinking.

“Buddy the elf” Charlie shouts enthusiastically.

When Friday comes, the night with the final 15 minutes of the film, you find yourself sat on the sofa with your daughter both dressed head to toe as Buddy the elf. Alex had been out all day at photoshoots so imagine her surprise when she comes home to three elves in her living room.

“What do we have here?” She asks playfully as she leans against the door frame.

Upon hearing her mother’s voice Charlie is quick to get off the sofa and run to her but even as she is held in Alex’s arms, her eyes don’t leave the TV.

“Hi mommy”

“Hi baby or should I say buddy?” Alex asks Charlie.

When you stand the smile on her face grows tenfold. Seeing a child dressed up as Will Ferrel’s Christmas character is adorable but when it is an adult, especially you, it’s hilarious.

“We’re not buddy, that’s buddy” Charlie points to the TV.

“Yeah Alex, that’s buddy” you quickly kiss her before putting the kettle on.

For the first time in a very long while, Alex sits with Charlie and watches the ending of the film whilst you make herself and you a drink. When the film finishes Alex tells you that she is taking your daughter to bed.

Just under half an hour later Alex joins you on the sofa but instead of sitting next to you, she sits on your lap.

“You do know you’re suppose to sit on Santa’s lap right?” you ask her as your hands settle on her waist.

“Do you have one of those outfits in the wardrobe that I don’t know about?”

You shake your head.

“Do you want me to get off?”

Again, you shake your head.

Alex’s hands cup your cheeks and you watch her check you out head to toe.

'You'd make a cute elf" Alex says, letting you know that she approves of the outfit.

“I’m not a cute elf Alex, i’m the Elf. The best elf in the history of elves”

She can only roll her eyes and shake her head at your childlike response but she wouldn’t expect anything else for you.

#christmas ficlet #woso x reader #Alex Morgan x reader #uswnt x reader

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echo-bleu · 13 days

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20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @thelordofgifs and @zealouswerewolfcollector, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 163, all since 2018 except one from 2013.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,117,051 (how?)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Whatever I'm hyperfixated on, so currently Dragonlance/The Last Trial, I have not abandoned my Silmarillion fics I swear, the last few fandoms were The Witcher, Shadowhunters, etc.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? wolves and voices (Witcher) by far, then take me back to the start (Shadowhunters), Didn't the trees tell us their stories? (Witcher), map out a world (Shadowhunters), straight through the smoke (Shadowhunters). They're not necessarily my best either, just a combo of larger fandoms and some of them being fairly old.

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to every comment, though I often lack the energy and I've been known to respond six months late.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I usually only write unhappy ending in ficlets, so probably Lord of Nothing (Silm) or we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears (Silm)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

if I am to braid my mystic crown (Silm) has a particularly happy ending I guess?

take me back to the start (Shadowhunters) has perhaps not the happiest ending but the one I'm most proud of.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have gotten hate before, though nothing extreme. Those comments are just people being obvious jerks though, I find them easier to deal with than people who "helpfully" offer concrit and make you doubt everything you've ever written.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've been known to write fusions, not crossovers so much, though Rats And Sand Jars is a crack Encanto/Shadowhunters treated seriously.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I think I've had someone ask before if they could, but I never heard anything more.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I don't ship tbh. But if we're talking about a couple I still think about and miss years later, maybe Thunderblink (The Gifted).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? SO MANY OMG. The one I regret abandoning the most is perhaps the time we've been given (Shadowhunters).

16. What are your writing strengths? Stream of consciousness-style writing, otherwise dialogue I guess? And writing disabled characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? English. It's not my native language and my active vocabulary is restricted no matter how large my passive vocabulary is. Also humor isn't my strongest suit.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? In my own fics I'll try not to write more than a few words. In other people's fic, my opinion depends entirely on whether I can read that language xD

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uuuuh depends what counts as fandom and what counts as writing. First fandom I posted a fic for was Harry Potter, way back when I was a teen writing in French on ffnet. But I wrote roleplays/cooperative fanfic on forums before that and also stuff for school that was totally fanfic.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? take me back to the start (Shadowhunters) if we're talking longfics. On the shorter side I'm quite proud of your veins are empty of dust (Silm).

Tagging @camille-lachenille @chthonion @thescrapwitch @emyn-arnens if you haven't done it yet!

#ask game #ao3 things #echo's fanfiction #fic writing

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s0fti3w1tch · 1 year

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ROTTMNT Leo-Focus fics I like

Gen fics, no ships edition

Ongoing:

Two Souls by Virgilisspidey (18/?, 105k words)

Leonardo has a friend that nobody else can see. "Aoi" has been beside him for as long as he could ever remember. AKA: A ROTTMNT rewrite where 2k12!Leonardo's soul is attached to Rise Leo's and "acts like a weird imaginary friend."

Personal note: the fic I loved so much I decided to make a ficlet of it. No serious, I love this one a lot.

Shell Shocked (Literally) by Pachinko_Lessons_101 (12/? chapters, 19k words)

Leonardo gets transported to Bayverse after a lab mishap with Donnie. Emotions ensue.

Personal Notes: Literally the story that got me into reading and writing fanfic again in 2022 after 4 years.

Every Night the Longest Day by ashtreelane (16/17 chapters, 42k words)

Leonardo gets hit with a curse that doesn't allow him to sleep. With sleep deprivation getting to him with each passing day, his family desperately searches for a fix.

Personal note: I unfortunately know from personal experience this fic is very accurate to bad sleep deprivation. Not to the extent in the fic, but damn I've stayed up.

You Are Not My Brothers by Marien0_0StrawberryMilk (3/? chapters, 2.5k words)

We have Baron "I wanted to make weapons of war but the tiny red-eared slider called me dad and I'm experiencing a moral dilemma" Draxum. In which Lou Jitsu lost one of the turtles, and Draxum accidentally becomes Leonardo's parent.

Completed, Multi-chapter:

waiting on a miracle by lydiasgrace (11 chapters, 29k words)

Leo watches 'Encanto' and he gets inspired to pull another Leo "it's not about me" move and carry the weight of his family post-kraang healing by himself. It's ow.

His World by SkylerSkyhigh (25 chapters, 124k words)

After the events of the Kraang, Leonardo starts to "hallucinate" other versions of himself, guiding him on leadership. AKA, 2k12!Leo and Future!Rise Leo work through very Leo issues with Rise Leo. Oh BTW, it turns into a musical by the midpoint. Do not be fooled, there's still ouch.

Warning: Disability erasure of a canonically disabled character in the final chapter. Something that I, as a disabled reader, care deeply about and have felt really genuinely hurt by in a fic I liked everything else about. Please remember to educate and not harass the author about this if you wish to call it out (note that I have -spoilers contained- commented about it already).

Proud Hermanos by HellsTrojanHorse (9 chapters, 8k words)

Señor Hueso teaches Leonardo how to play guitar. Leonardo expresses his emotions and love through music. ( w/ Songs from Disney's Coco. )

Cradled Close by Poppyseed20 (2 chapters, 2.9k words)

2 different points in time where Splinter takes care of sick Leonardo.

One Shots:

Tiger and Turtle by Dream_En (1.9k words)

Tigerclaw stumbled upon a crying tot!Leo. He keeps him company 'til Leo's family could find him.

a month or two by anonymous user (9k words)

5 times Leonardo comforts his family post-Kraang, and the 1 time he gets it back.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk by SIverfandweedo (879 words)

Leonardo drops a glass of milk and it's overwhelming.

Personal note: he's just like me!!!

"Anytime" by zesty_lemony (Lemons_are_just_cake) (711 words)

Leonardo has a breakdown and his brothers are there to comfort him.

Freezing heart by Sweet_bubbs (1.9k words)

It's winter, and the heating in Leo's room sucks. He doesn't tell anyone.

Creative title goes here by callmesummon (460 words)

Baby Leo has a nightmare and Splinter's there to help

I Don't Dance by SkylersSkyhigh (2.4k words)

A diegetic musical number between Rise Leo, Future!Rise Leo, 12!Leo fighting against the Sando Brothers in the span of a 4-minute High School Musical 2 song.

all the things that i could live without by taizi (1.3k words)

Just some family fluff with Donatello and an injured Leonardo, post-Kraang.

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captaincravatthecapricious · 2 years

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My contribution to milk day is: ANGST!

Below the cut is a little ficlet I wrote to go with it, that the wonderful @breannaaiedail offered to edit, and she did a wonderful job! Thank you thank you thank you again! And thanks for encouraging me to write something Encanto.

I’m gonna tag some people who inspired this! @glitternightingale (happy birthday, friend) @mmollymercury @thisstableground @cannibalthoughts

Alma’s steps are quiet and measured as she follows Bruno. It had been several hours since her botched first family meal. Perhaps one conversation hadn’t been enough to loosen her tight control over her family.

And by that, she means she failed.

Utterly and miserably.

Luisa fled the room, crying, and Isabela got so frustrated she tore her napkin in two without realizing. Antonio started the meal teary-eyed, so Mirabel and Camilo did their best to distract him, loudly. Dolores hadn’t said a word, and Pepa, Julieta, and Alma plied Bruno with food until he was quite literally and abruptly ill.

He’d, unsurprisingly, fled the room after and not even Mirabel could find him for the next hour.

If she’s honest, Alma didn't expect to see him again. If the holding pattern the two of them fell into ten long years ago was to resume.

She’d push Bruno, as she always had, and he’d fade into the shadows. He’d pad through the house in the silence of the early hours. Occasionally running into Julieta, but on the whole, avoiding everyone but the children.

Of course, the thought of him vanishing so soon after his return filled her with dread, and she enlisted her present hijos, their esposos, and Mirabel to aid in her search. Mirabel told her he’d be back, likely as soon as she stopped searching. She was a voice of reason, despite it being a role too heavy for a 15-year-old.

Mirabel was proven correct when Alma had heard her son’s near-silent footfalls slinking towards the church’s kitchen, just a few hours later. Perhaps the earlier nausea finally faded enough to let his nutrition-starved body demand food.

Alma slipped after him, careful not to startle him.

Julieta wasn’t idle after the search had been called off. She tied up her skirt and searched through the rubble of their home for her medical texts. Then, she spent the morning reading and sharing what she learned.

So Alma followed her youngest, her Brunito. And she poured him a glass of milk as he shrunk away from her, avoiding her gaze, just as Alma avoided looking at the faint scars on his too-thin wrists when he tightly clasped his left arm with his right.

It wasn’t much. Just a glass of milk, but her eldest assured her it was the first step to seeing her little boy healthy. Something he hadn’t been in a very long time.

#encanto #encanto fanart #encanto fic #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #alma encanto #bruno encanto #encantomilkday #encanto milk day #art #my art #my words #my fic #cw food #cw milk #cw vomit #cw self harm #cw food issues #cw malnutrition

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