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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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hey hey hey- Werewolf Pepa with Hunter Felix- Go ahead, go crazy, I know you want to-

OKAY THIS BITCH- we brainstormed this idea last night and i went FERAL lets GO????

"Bruno, it's your turn tonight."

"Ugh, we'll be hungry AGAIN."

Pepa grumbled. Ever since they were little pups, Bruno has never been a provider for the family. Sure, he could hear and see better than any of them combined, but what good is seeing if you take no action? Her mother glared at her as she sat at the table, scratching at the wood.

"Are you questioning my decision, Pepa?"

Pepa knew better than to cross her mother. Not only BECAUSE she was her mother, but as the leader of their pack, she was not meant to be questioned. Pepa scoffed, refusing to look at her glare.

"No, I'm questioning Bruno. The last time he hunted, he brought home a rabbit. ONE. I pick my teeth with rabbits! He should be called a werecat because he's such a PUSSY."

"Pepa!"

Cried her sister. The whole time, Señorita perfecta Julieta was cutting up the meat from their last hunt. Sure, they had normal food, but when the full moon rises, like it will in two days from now, only fresh, still pulsing meat sated them. Abuela patted her son's head upon seeing his pout. Most animals kick out the runt of the litter. Not her. If anything, she coddled him more BECAUSE he was so much smaller than everyone else.

"Your brother does his part, just like everyone else. Julieta can't go hunting, she needs to continue rationing what we have left."

"Then let ME go! You haven't let me hunt in so long, I feel like I have hay fever!"

"No. I know you. You will go into town and flirt with the men to bring home. It is too risky."

Pepa stood up from her seat, enraged. Did she like killing people? No. But humans tended to be so fatty and they lasted them MUCH longer than a hog or a deer.

"It gets meat on this table, doesn't it?! And I haven't been caught yet!"

Julieta leaned in a bit to her mother, slightly wincing.

"The lard from a real fat human could sate us for quite some time, mother. Not to mention it'd relax Pepa a bit."

Abuela sighed, before eventually relenting. So fucking easy for Julieta, she couldn't believe it.

"Fine. You may have Bruno's turn. You know the rules."

"Yeah yeah, don't get caught, check both sides of the road, be back before moondown-okay bye!"

She didn't let her mother finish her final thoughts before she went out the door. She peered down their giant hill, at the town below. They were so cut off from everyone else, only Abuela was really allowed down there for supplies. Time to get to hunting.

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Ah the taste of failure. She was familiar with it. She stopped by a bar, hoping her looks would be enough to bring home a man. Unfortunately, it was slim pickings. Anything that flirted with her looked so thin, it'd make Bruno's catch look good. Everyone else was too drunk to get her flirts, much less stand up. She was happy to get a few drinks in at least, but she decided she should probably go.

That was when he walked in.

A big, thick looking man. Dressed in all black, he seemed to blend into the night. He had such a heavy gait as he walked in, the wood creaking under his steps, only stopping when he sat down, just a seat away from her.

"Beer, please."

His voice was...nice. Really nice. His stupid hat was covering what she could only assume was a tasty looking face. He pulled what appeared to be a notebook from his jacket, starting to scribble in it. She caught a glimpse of his his eye under his hat. Those rich brown orbs seemed to check her out, just for a second, before they looked at the beer he was just handed. She had his attention. Time to make a move. She slid over to him, casually as she could, before speaking.

"Hope you don't mind I sit here. You looked lonely, pobrecito."

He took a swig of his beer, before finally lifting his gaze up to her, letting her see his face. Oh. Oh he was handsome. A nice nose, facial hair that was just right for his sort of face, and a grin that hit her like a silver bullet.

"Such a nice lady you are, worrying about this poor stranger. I don't mind at all, Señorita."

"It's Pepa, actually."

"Félix. So nice to meet you, Pepa."

She offered him her hand, and his big, gloved hand carefully held onto it, bringing it to his lips, and kissing the back of it. Such a gentleman. A real handsome one to boot. She chuckled, taking the opportunity to snatch his hat, and put it on her own head. He looked so much more handsome without it.

"So, what is this poor stranger up to in a place like this?"

"Work related. Apparently this town has a bit of a pest control problem, that's where I come in."

"What? Gophers? I've seen plenty of those around, pesky bastards."

He chuckled at that, clearly amused.

"Something...bigger. But I don't want to talk about work. You're much more interesting. You from around here?"

Pepa nodded, raising her glass to have her drink replaced. Hey, she hardly got into town, why not have her fill?

"I am. I live a bit out of the way from here, but essentially I'm a part of the town. You aren't though, I can smell it."

He looked perplexed, and she realized she fucked up with her words. Thankfully, he seemed more amused than anything.

"I SMELL? Bad, or?"

"Oh no no no. Just...different. Maybe it's because I've already had a few,"

She accepted her hurricane. She WANTED a bushwacker or a mudslide, but hey, take what you can get.

"But let me ask. You got a ring under those gloves?"

He took off his gloves, revealing big, beautiful hands. Hands that had clearly done labor, but still looked so damn soft, she could sleep on them.

"Nope, clean. Could never find the right woman. Mi mami hates it, always trying to set me up with her friend's daughters. And once, her actual seventy five year old friend. Listen, I'm not into old women like that, but being called 'puddin' was flattering."

That made her snort, and something in his eyes told her that's exactly what he wanted. Tricky bastard. She liked him.

"Eh, I could never get married either. Could never find a man that could handle me."

Félix seemed to notice some music picking up in the background, and he got up from his seat, holding out a hand to her.

"Would you be willing to let me try?"

She shouldn't. She WANTED to, she LOVED to dance, especially with confident men like him. But she was tipsy, and he was cute. Unfortunately, common sense won, and she took a hold of his hand. It was so much bigger than hers, not to mention SO much softer than she thought they'd be.

"Yes. You may try."

He walked her to the dance floor, and immediately took a hold of her other hand, holding their bodies together. He was shorter than her, but with how warm his body was, she didn't mind it. He was going to gush when they tore into him. She took the lead, and to her surprise, he let her. He followed her as if he was her shadow, somehow knowing exactly when to move, knowing when to spin her. He laughed as he continued to match her steps, but somehow gave her the limelight.

"Damn mami, look at you GO! Is all that just for me?"

"Ha, you WISH, hombrecito!"

The song finished, just in time for Félix to give her another twirl, and yank her towards him. Hand on her lower back, just above her ass. All while he still held her hand, all while he still pressed his big, firm body against her own. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they were silent. The bar was still empty, but that didn't matter, she still felt her nerves bubbling inside of her. She could smell the nerves on him too, the sound of his heart pounding, his blood rushing. It was intoxicating. He gave a soft chuckle, just coming out with it.

"At the risk of being too much, it's a bit too late for a lady like you to be out at night. There's an inn right across the street, and I DO get lonely."

"Be blunt, I don't have time for riddles."

"Alright. I want to buy us a room. And I really, REALLY want to fuck the woman I'm holding onto right now. I want to break the headboard, and I want to make those pretty legs buckle for me."

Oh that voice. That tone. She should say no. Her mother would definitely tell her no. She SHOULD drag him up to her place for dinner. But she didn't want to share. Not with this new hunger she's experiencing.

"Then save my legs the effort. Carry me there."

She was practically giddy as he swooped her up bridal style. She clung onto him, kissing the side of his face, and muttering words dirty enough to make Satan blush. It made getting the room difficult, it made walking to their room difficult, but when he tossed her onto the bed, slamming the door shut with his foot, she didn't regret it. Not when he he took off his jacket and his shirt. Oh he was bigger than she thought. He had a bit of a gut, but he wasn’t unfit by any means. A mane of hair trickled from his perfect chest, down his gut, to the underwear. She knew it got even better downsouth, she just knew it. He put one hand on the headboard, while his other lifted her chin up for him.

"You should know, I'm not gentle."

"If you treated me gently, I'd fucking kill you."

"You're terrifying, anyone ever told you that?"

She let a hand run down his big, perfect body, reaching inside his pants. So much pubic hair, it suited that THICK cock of his. His face looked SO precious when he was touched. She wanted more. Wanted to see every single face her new toy could make.

"I've been called a lot of things. And right now, I'm your FUCKING mami."

She couldn't take it anymore. She leapt at him, and proceeded to consume him. Every. Single. Inch of him.

And he was the tastiest meal she's ever had.

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She grumbled a bit as the weight of him standing woke her up. She watched him as put his pants back on, just now realizing what had happened last night. The taste of his cum still hung heavy in her mouth, and it was just as tasty as blood could be.

"Oh. Leaving already, hombre?"

"You're awake? Dammit. I was going to get us some breakfast. Usually I'm a hit it and quit it man, but...I like you, Pepa."

She chuckled as he leaned down to kiss her lips a dew times, much to her delight. She let her nails dance up his chest, ever so slowly.

"Hmmm...I AM hungry. You're off the menu?"

"Once I get us some food, I'll be right back on it ~"

He chuckled as he went to the bathroom, and she sat up, taking a look around. Clothes all over the floor, messy sheets, condom in the trash. Jeez, she hardly remembered last night. She just knew right now, she felt really, REALLY good. Even with all the hickies he left. Funny, the prey biting HER for once-

"Holy SHIT! Did you see what you did to my back?!"

She kept her breasts covered with her blanket upon him yelling, mainly as a panic response. She looked into the bathroom, and he had his back towards her, revealing HUGE scratch marks all over his poor skin. Ones her human form didn't make. Within a week of the upcoming full moon, werewolves tended to have these random spurts of energy, causing very temporary transformations. It happened last night it seemed, but they both DID drink a bit, so he probably didn't remember.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

"No no, I'm not mad or hurt or anything- I'm just saying! You did a number on me! You are a FIERY woman!"

She chuckled as he disappeared into the bathroom. He was so dumb. Head over heels for her already. But, she had a feeling she was no better. She looked around the bed, before grabbing his jacket. She brought it to her face, and sniffed. Oh, that smelled incredible. So rich and smooth, she swore she was going to take it home and rut against it like a bitch in heat. But something smelled...off. Something past his scent. She thought it was nothing, especially given how he came back out to grab it.

"Thank you. Now, what are we thinking for breakfast? Doughnuts?"

"YES. Chocolate ones. I LOVE chocolate!"

"Don't I know it~"

He grinned. He was about to put it on, when something fell from his pocket. A gun. She scooted away from it upon instinct.

"Why do you have a gun?!"

"Easy, easy! This is for my job!"

He reached for the gun off the floor, and sat at the edge of thr bed. She glared at him, smacking his shoulder in fury.

"You said you dealt with pests! What pests do you deal with THAT?!"

He sighed, before opening the barrel of the handgun, to show her the ammunition. Silver bullets. Her heart stopped in her chest, and she couldn't breathe. He knew that look on her face, and shrugged.

"I know, I know. Seems crazy. But it pays well, and I'm good at it. There was four different werewolf sightings here, so they called me. I was going to scope out the local scene last night, but then I met you."

Her hands felt clammy as he pulled out his journal, handing it to her. It was a horror story. Pictures of dead bodies littered his notebook, little tuffs of fur taped to the pages, and his handwriting littered the paper.

"H...how many h-have you killed?"

"Ninety-six. These last four are gonna be my hundred, so I'm taking it a bit personal. It's easy once you get their behavior. You just get them right where you want them,"

She watched as he aimed the gun into nothingness, pretending to fire it.

"Then shoot. I'm pretty good, I get the heart every time."

She turned the next page, and it got even worse. Pictures of them. They were blurry, clearly taken by some bystander. But it was them. Bruno, the runt of the litter, dark in fur and scraggly, his green eyes were a blurr. Julieta, stealthy, blue eyed, and black fur, she was amazed they got her, given that she was reclused and careful as she was. They even got her mother, big, gray, eyes blood red and looking like a hound straight out of hell. Then there was herself. Orange fur, her lithe (yet a bit bow legged) body was somehow caught on camera despite her speed, with her yellow eyes shining like a beacon.

"Hey hey, easy. Dont worry, ill protect you from the big scary monsters."

He held onto her face, and kissed her cheek. She didn’t have the heart to tell this big, beautiful man, that the monster in her eyes, was currently kissing her.

#not transformers #encanto #asks #lemon #ish #LISTEN IM OBSESSED #HOLY S H I T I AM #YOU GUYS #WEREWOLF AU #YOU ARENT READY #also #each werewolf has a certain 'magic' to them #bruno has heightened senses #Julieta is incredibly stealthy #Pepa is the fastest #and Abuela #Abuela is the REAL scary one #you dont wanna know what she can do

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starfangssecrets · 2 years

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I…may have gone overboard. It was just supposed to be the three of them and turned into this XD

This is for my story A Taste of Wolfsbane.

#encanto fanart #camilo madrigal #juanse gonzalez #alejandro moreno #OCs #my OCs #werewolf au #werewolf camilo #my art

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waitingonavision · 2 years

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Hola! Hope you are well. I saw the spider man thing you just wrote and now my brain wants to spew prompts at you. I'm restraining it by giving you one prompt. Start Prompt: 3 sentence (or more if you want) Werewolf Mirabel au thing. End prompt. Um maybe you could do this? Of course you don't have to. -Just a lonely Werewolf on Tumblr

This ask is from forever ago, and I don't even know if there's still interest in these mini-fics. But I was randomly inspired and am shamelessly using the prompt for Encantober Day 28: Transformation.

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She'd always stood out from the pack, the only one in the family whose transformation was triggered by the New Moon.

She’d never understood why she had to be so different: the dark to everyone else's light, the wanting to their abundance.

..The first of the lunar phases, the beginning, the fresh start; and when their home crumbles, Mirabel would discover this, too.

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All of my three-sentence fics are crossposted to AO3!

#encanto #encanto fanfiction #mirabel madrigal #encantober #werewolf au #my writing #my fics #stuff i've posted #three sentence fics #remember these?#also halloween #my head is Killing me

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overly-dramatic-artist · 1 year

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“You, who opened suns in my heart.”

- Alfonsina Storni, The Siren

#werewolf and vampire au #mandys drawings #angel morales estrada #encanto oc #bruno madrigal x oc #vampire Bruno #bruno magridal #Angela Morales Estrada

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koirambles · 2 years

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Do i already have at least 2 encanto au’s without having ever posted? Yes. Will i actually post about them?

Who knows

#encanto #koi rambles #ones a werewolf au ones a bird!mirabel au lmao #i already have a lot for the werewolf one so i’ll probably post about it #its angsty but also cracky lol but what else is new with me #the bird au is jus a given because im fucking obsessed with wings lmao #anyone whos ever met me knows that i go feral over them #also i keep forgetting that this is a side blog shdhhd #my b

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renton6echo · 6 months

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WIP Werewolf!Clones/Encanto AU.

I got a number of requests asking about this WIP I have burning a hole in my documents. So it’s here if anyone is interested. I keep putting it off because I don’t think I have something yet. Happy reading. DM or reblog your thoughts or if you want to here me rave and rant my plot at you.

There was a heavy storm of anxiety hanging over the Fett household. Echo could feel the underlying tension throughout the house when he first stepped out of his shared room. Fives remained dead to the world, spread eagle on the bed, his soft snores making Echo smile fondly at his twin before quietly shutting their door. It was best to let his brother get all the rest that he could before the hunt tonight. The full moon marked the monthly hunt for the Fett clan. An evening sweep across their lands re-marking borders,and chasing rival clans who decided to test the boundaries of the Fett’s extensive and well established territories.

More importantly, tonight marked the first hunt for their youngest clan member, Boba. It was all the young pup could talk about for the week, shadowing their father, eldest brothers and cousins with questions, speculations and more and more questions. Echo remembered Fives’ first hunt. It was a bittersweet night for the whole clan when the eldest twin took his first strides in the hunt without his twin at his side. Echo had sat alone at the entrance of the Fett estate listening to chorused howls of his family echo across the vast landscape of their territory.

His 12 year old self had never felt so useless in his short life. To be a “normy” in a family of werewolves, to the family of werewolves, was an aberration to everything the Fett’s were and stood for. He was a blight, a curse hanging over an esteemed house. His father never spoke of Echo’s inability to shift and he still loved and cared for him, but there were times when he would catch Jango staring at him with a look of what Echo could only describe as fear. Fear of what? The young Fett twin could not decipher for. Only that Jango seemed to hold him out at arm’s length even more now that Cody was gone…

His dear eldest brother, Cody. His father refused any talk about him since he left. For what and why? No one, but Jango knew and maybe the older of the Fett siblings and Aunt Arla. All he could remember was walking up to hear that his eldest sibling was gone. The siblings had gathered outside their father’s study for any news of their brother’s whereabouts. Echo remembers his father thundering out of his study, staring his children down and making them swear to never utter the name of their beloved brother in his house ever again.

He finds his father in his study with Boba, tucked in his lap staring down at a map spread out on their father’s conference table in his office along with Fox, Wolffe and Rex. Even after a year, Echo was still getting used to seeing Rex standing sentinel at their father’s side, still so much younger than their eldest brother- filling the void of a sibling no one dared mention in their household. Rex had seamlessly fit into their father’s most inner circle, but it had changed Echo’s favorite sibling into a colder and more distant man.

“And this is really all ours?” Boba exalts in awe of the expansive map, as their father draws his finger across the borders.

Jango’s deep laugh fills the mahogany office, “It is ad’ika. With the strength of you and your brothers, this whole territory will stay in our clan as it has for hundreds of years.” The youngest Fett’s brow furrows as he studies the map more intently and Echo only chuckles at how much his father and siblings look alike in that moment.

“That seems like a lot of work.”

“It is vod’ika.” Fox grumbles as he ruffles Boda’s curls. “That’s why we need young blood like you out there tonight to protect our home. You ready to do that, pup?”

Boba’s chest puffs up in a display meant to intimidate but only makes Echo ache at how very young his little brother is.

“I’m ready for anything.” Boba affirms confidently, which earns him approving laughs from the eldest clan members.

Echo smiles and shifts his feet from the doorway causing the wooden floors to creak. In a split second, he is faced with the stares of his father and brothers.

“Echo?” Jango calls out and beckons him into the office. The younger Fett hesitates before entering the room. He’s never felt comfortable or welcome in this space - the War Room - as his brothers liked to call it. There was something disconcerting about walking the gauntlet to his father’s large desk and being judged by the dead stares of fallen pack members. Of course, it was probably only ever Echo who felt the harsh assessing gaze of his ancestors every time he entered this room.

“You’re up early.” His father comments. “Are you doing okay, adi’ka?”

Echo holds himself at attention and nods firmly. “I’m doing just fine, buir.” He says. “I did an early morning sweep of the borderlands this morning and found some areas we should pay close attention to. I wanted to start prepping my speeder for tonight and getting my supplies together.”

“About that,” Jango shifts his eyes to his eldest son’s. “I know you have been coming along on the hunt for awhile now and staying close to Fives, but he’s going to have his hands full with Dogma, Tup, and Boba now.” Ah, yes. He had heard Fives griping about puppy sitting duty all weekend. The brothers were very familiar with taking the mantle of shepherding younger pack members during their first hunts. Father called it a rite of passage. Everyone else called it a punishment.

“I’ve talked with your brothers and we all agree that it would be best if you stay at the manor during the hunt. At least for the rest of the year.”

Echo’s inside clench with cold dread and he looks to his brothers for an explanation. He’s met with silence. Fox’s face reveals nothing, but that’s no surprise. The second eldest Fett brother could stare down a Dathomir witch and never break a sweat. Wolffe isn’t much better. Only Rex gives anything away. His eyes expressing some sign of regret.

“But,” Echo stops and attempts to collect himself. Jango has little patience for non-concise answers.

“Father, I’ve always joined the family on our hunts and you’ve never objected before.”

“That was before we had Boba to think about. With your cousins still needing guidance and looking after, we won’t be able to keep an eye on you if something happens. Clan Vizsla is already prodding our northlands and there has been rumor of a coven vampires returning to the outskirts of Mandalore.”

Vampires, Echo’s curiosity almost supplants his growing anxiety settling deep in his stomach. The young twin held a deep fascination with all supernatural beings, spending our pouring over old texts filling his mind as if he was trying to fill the blaring gap of his inability to shift.

“I can’t have your brothers focused on tracking them down if they are concerned about you.” Jango states, shifting Boba off his lap to stand. Their father has always been an imposing figure even as the signs of aging have started to show on his face.

“Just because I can’t shift doesn’t mean I’m a liability.” Echo states firmly. His father holds his gaze and the silence is deafening. There are only a few topics that up the tension in the Fett household. Echo’s inability to shift was the worst kept secret among the lycan clans, and a subject guaranteed to rankle the Fett patriarch.

“We all know that’s not true.”

Jango Fett was never one to mince his words and Echo feels like he’s been cut down in one solid punch to his chest. A hit to an open wound that will always fester and never close.

“I’m ordering you to stay home,” Jango pronounces, leaving no room for argument. “You will stay home and keep to the fences. You will not follow Fives out on the hunt and you will signal us if the manor is made vulnerable. Do I make myself clear?”

Echo bits back a cynical laugh. No one in the right mind would have the shebs to attack the Fett estate. He briefly glances at Boba who is looking at him with large unsure eyes and Echo feels even more shaken with embarrassment and shame. Shame that he has burned deep within him from the whispers and taunts dogging his footsteps whenever they deal with the other families. Echo pulls himself up to full attention and gazes past Jango’s shoulder. He can’t look at his father right now. He may break down, he may unleash all his frustration and anger, he may say something he might come to regret. Echo buries it all.

“Yes, sir.” He bites out and turns stiffly to leave the office.

“Echo…” He brushes off Rex’s hand on his shoulder. The last thing Echo needs at this moment is any comfort from his family.

#Star Wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw #star wars tcw #Star Wars fanfic #arc trooper echo #tbb echo #the bad batch #jango fett #arc trooper fives #captain rex #domino twins #commander cody

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kitsune024 · 8 months

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Crossover

Centaurworld

The King of The Forgotten by Sliced_Moon_Martini I Chapters: 1/1 I Oneshot Au Fantasy, Dark fantasy, Bruno & Mirabel, Villian Bruno, sad and sweet, monsters and magic

The Werewolf of Colombia by @addaxus I Chapters: 4/? I Werewolf Bruno, Bruno leaves after Mirabel ceremony, Body Horror Golden Halos by @c-rose2081 I Chapters: 9/? I Mirabel has a gift, teacher & apprentice, Dark & Light trope, Family fluff, Bruno & Mirabel Bruno's Peaceful Life by @sunny-days-and-warm-mournings I Chapters: 18/? I Runaway Bruno, Bruno leaves after Mirabel ceremony Among the Emeralds by @thecrazyashley-blog I Chapters 25/36 | Bruno x Fem oc, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Failed Matchmaker Alma, Emotional Hurt/ Comfort, Angst, Bruno being a Bamf I am the fire and I am the forest and I am the witness watching it by @strobingthingsfoundindumpsters I Chapters 13/16 I Kidnapping, bruno has uncontrolled visions, Organized Crime, Lesbian Isabela

Completed Fics

The Eyes Have It by Sinclaironfire I Chapters: 53/53 I Bruno Suffers, Kidnapping, Blind Bruno, Imprisonment, misuse of gift, torture, slavery, soldiers, Bruno x Fem oc, Slow Burn Clumps In The Sand by theothersideofparadise | Chapters 17/17 | Villian Bruno- not really, Alma Tries

Oneshots

The In-between by Gozzer I Chapters: 1/1 I Inspired by Bruno's Peaceful Life, Canon Divergence, Deity Bruno, Immortal Bruno, Eldritch Creatures, Bruno leaves after Mirabel ceremony, Isabela leaves Encanto, Bruno & Isabela Set in stone by WhistlingWolf13 I Chapters: 1/1 I Hurt/Comfort, Bruno has visions, Bruno & Mirabel

#ao3 fanfic #bruno encanto #bruno fanfic #fanart #encanto fanart #bookmark series #crossover #bruno madrigal #fic rec #fanfic rec #encanto #disney fanfiction #disney #bruno madrigal fanart #encanto bruno

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viro-lil-goat · 8 months

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Parents au again shoutout to this post

Basically this au (or an addition to any other au ) Jekylls parents play a role in the story.

Margaret and Ernest

^ My most recent art of Jekylls mom Margaret, she plays a bigger role in the story. (And btw this art is scanned thought an app bc lighting wasnt great.)

^ My first art of them both(was trying to figure out their designs) Margarets red dress ended up being her newer clothing and orange one is her in the past.

^My full body refs of them a bit later. I hid Ernests eyes because i couldn't decide which eye colour to give him, green, so that he kinda looks like hyde, or brown. Ended up choosing brown but that may change in the future.

^Mix with encanto i watched at the time (not the biggest fan of this drawing their head sizes are weird)

^ Andd art with her missing her past and regreting her actions (mm trauma ☺️)

^ In those 3 drawings you can see i wanted to give her a lot of old spots before the initial desing (first picture) but ended up making less of them.

^ plus height chart (sorry for bad quality im to lazy to redo the photo)

So uhh yeah thats a lot, now to context:

Margaret

[she/her] [60 y.o] [a doctor]

Hers and Ernests marriage was against their will so they have only platonic attraction

She inherited a hospital as a bisness. She is both a boss but also sometimes performs surgeries.

her shortened story [tw mention of death, abuse and depression]:

she was born in arranged marriage family.

her mothers murder was planned and made by her father (who is a leader of a mafia) because family would mess with his (secret) bisness. He sent a infected by him with rabies werewolf

but Margaret survived so he decided to leave her alive, but he used her only for his needs and was abusive and manipulative

She also had later o an arranged marriage with a man (Ernest) she knew from childhoid, but they only ever had platonic feelings for each other

Because of her father threatening her with leaving her with nothing to inherit from her family in his will, which would literally leave her on the streets, if she wouldn't have a child with her husband. At age 25 she had Jekyll.

Margaret grew with prejudice towards magical creatures and mad scientists (because of her mothers murder and the society's influence).

So when she found out her husband helps magical creatures and scientists (hid them from police in a little house in the woods) she on emotions went to the police.

Ernest was imprisoned. Where he died

so it become just her and her son now

for her son it was a hard hit, he loved his father very much

So resentment stayed with him

And Margaret also wasn't able to forgive herself ever since

She also was hyper-protective to her son and often manipulated him out of what she thought will be best for him

So one day they had a big fight because her son, Henry, wanted to create a place where the "mad" scientist who are in bad situation can have a chance to improve and not fear police anymore. She have done an ultimatum, that if he does that, he could never come back. (Or alternatively, when he changes his mind)

So he left, she was now alone, but instead of trying to fix what she had done, her pride didnt let her. Each passing year she convinced herself he will come back. For about 10 years.

she regretted her choices, her actions was haunting her which dived her into depression

But after a hard path, she will come to terms with herself.

That will happen after she will come to society to support it financially. And reunites with her son after them making peace with each other. Which dosent mean forgiveness from Jekylls side.

Alsoo there may be a sub plot about her and Frankenstein becoming "roomates".

Ernest

Well, he was a very positive and caring person. Despite that not that mature or responsible, Margaret was the responsible one. And face of the family.

While he was a househusband, and spent time with Jekyll. Thay got in trouble because Ernest didnt really twice while even little Jekyll sometimes was like "welp thats not a very good idea".

Also considering Ernest maybe inspiring Jekyll to be an alchemist. But himself he most likely had completely other interest. But still supported his son, unlike Margaret.

Mad scientists and creatures he cared for was caught with him, but they managed to escape.

His parents were mostly ignorant of his existence, exept for when that would make them a profit (like with the arranged marriage) . So he promised himself he would always care for Jekyll (🥲)

As to him and Margaret, they were pals, he always was with her when she finally was finally opening up to him. But hid his own feelings under a happy mask.

Was the same age as Margaret. Died when he was 36 (went to jail when he was 35) no one really knows what happened.

(i actually most of the time before were considering him to be alive and Margaret lying that he died, but i changed that for storys sake, i didnt felt like he had much of a purpose in the current status when jekyll is 35. BUT THAT MAY ALSO CHANGE IN THE FUTURE)

So in where hes alive version

I remember vividly daydreaming about jekyll/hyde being exited to see his/their dad after so many years, cleaning society etc while lodgers are confused. Him coming and jekyll being very exited and emotional but not knowing how to tell lodgers. Later on Margaret will come as she recieved an invitation by jekyll, which was actually written by Ernest to reunite their family. (Kinda sugar sweet compared to ver. where he died)

So uhh yeah this au was one of the most thinked about by me. Now not that much but its not forgotten ‼️

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