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allofasudden00 · 2 years

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Mama Is Right Here

Mirabel is five-years-old, she sits on her bed with her head in her hands. The white bow in her hair has fallen out, her curls draping over her face. She has been crying ever since her gift ceremony ended just a few hours ago. The house was in chaos, but now even more so since Bruno disappeared. The door to the nursery opens and Mirabel looks up with teary eyes. Julieta smiles at her, with tears in her own eyes and her hands holding two mugs.

“How are you, mija?” She asks in a soft voice, walking to the bed and sitting down next to Mirabel. The five-year-old sniffs a few times.

“Am I broken?” Mirabel asks, her voice wavering. She looks up at her mama and more tears fall. Julieta places the mugs down and brings her daughter into a tight bear hug. She rubs slow circles on the girl’s back as she softly shushes her, whispering kind words.

“You’re not broken, Mirabel, you are perfect.” Julieta hugs her daughter as she cries, her own tears falling because she cannot help her youngest. This isn’t something she can heal. “You’re alright, mama is right here.”

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Mirabel is sixteen-years-old. She stands in the doorway of Casita, nervously fidgeting with her fingers. She is waiting to be picked up to go on her first ever date, and she cannot be more nervous about it. What if he hates how her hair looks? Does her dress look good? Does the color not work with the rest of the outfit? Was this a bad idea?

“Mira, you okay?” Julieta gently places a hand on Mirabel’s shoulder as to not make the teenager jump. Mirabel turns around, anxiously biting her lip.

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Julieta sees Mirabel’s eyes glisten, and she immediately cups her face and smiles warmly at her.

“It will be fine. He is a wonderful boy who is lucky that you even said yes!” Julieta’s smile widens when Mirabel chuckles at her statement. Looking behind her daughter, she sees a boy quickly walking toward Casita, nervously messing with his hair. She kisses Mirabel on the forehead. “If it somehow doesn’t go well, I’ll be right here when you get back.”

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Mirabel is twenty-three-years-old, she sits perfectly still as Isabela fixes her hair, lacing white flowers through her curls. Mirabel ponders her image in the mirror. Her hair is tied up in a bun with a white ribbon, her normal blue puffball earrings have been replaced with tiny golden studs, and she wears a beautiful, highly embroidered, white dress. Today is her wedding day. She has been planning this day for months, and yet she cannot help but feel like throwing up. Everything is going well, nothing huge has happened. There is a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in!” Mirabel shouts. The door opens, and she turns to see the visitor. Julieta stops and places a hand over her heart as she basks in the beauty of her youngest. She can already feel the burning sensation of tears welling up in her eyes. She blinks them away and smiles kindly. Mirabel returns the smile.

“Isa, do you mind if Mira and I have a few minutes alone?” Julieta asks. Isabela smiles and nods. She wishes her little sister good luck before leaving. Julieta takes a deep breath and walks over to Mirabel. She sits down next to her and holds her daughter’s hands. “I wanted to see you before we get started. It wouldn’t be a wedding if I didn’t give you these.” She reaches into her bag and produces a sapphire necklace with a silver chain. “I know Luisa gave you something new. I thought it would be right if I gave you something old.” Mirabel’s lower lip wobbles as Julieta places the necklace around her neck. “Your papa gave this to me the day of our wedding. It’ll bring you all the luck you need.”

“I’m scared, mama,” Mirabel says as she touches the necklace. “I want this, I am super happy... but it is just a lot, you know?” Julieta chuckles and smiles.

“It is normal to be nervous. You’ll be fine! I am right here if you need anything, always.”

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Mirabel is ninety-years-old, she lies on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It has been a busy day, since she hasn’t been able to get out of bed in a while. Her grandchildren have decided that her bedroom is their new play place. It was nice to see them playing and having fun, even though it was loud. She smiles as she closes her eyes, thinking thoughts of her family and what they will do tomorrow. As she drifts off into sleep, her ache in her aging bones seems to fade. A warm breeze gently wakes her. As she opens her eyes, she is blinded by a bright light. She blinks as her eyes adjust to the light. Finally, being able to see, Mirabel looks around. Her mouth falls open as tears quickly rush to her eyes. All of her family she lost over the years are standing in front of her, smiling widely.

Julieta walks forward, not looking any older than the day Mirabel lost her. Her mama cups her face, her hands warm to the touch. Julieta wipes away Mirabel’s tears with her thumbs. A sad smile gracing her lips.

“It is alright mija, mama is right here.”

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Since I am feeling like shit, here is something from my drafts! Enjoy the warm sadness.

#suddendrabbles #mama is right here #Julieta and Mirabel's relationship is goals #I love them so much #Agustin and Julieta are what I strive to be when I become a parent

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capypub · 2 years

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29 please please please I have never wanted a fic more

#29 “I feel strange when you’re around.”

“Do you have a fever or something?”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

Bruno had grown very close to the bookkeeper’s granddaughter; she was one of the few who gave him a chance at a new beginning after his return. Now as he stood nervously outside the library, waiting for Mirabel to step out, he wondered what it could possibly be that convinced the sweet young woman to give him such kindness. He should have known that these feelings would develop into more. At first, he called himself pathetic for falling for someone because they showed him the smallest bit of kindness and care.

“Well? H-has she asked about me?” he questions his sobrina when she returns to where he’s hiding behind an ox cart.

His niece gave him an unimpressed look. “Yes, tío, her exact words were ‘how do I get him to leave me alone?’” she said sarcastically, putting her hands on her hips with a teenage-angst-fueled eye roll.

“R-really?” he questioned, somewhat deflating even though a part of him knew she was teasing him, but the self-deprecating part simply accepted her words as truth.

“No, of course not, tío,” she laughs, nudging him playfully, “she actually asked about you, wanted to know if you’ll be stopping by anytime soon,” she added with a smirk.

“I-oh, I…okay, wow, um, s-should I go now or, actually I think I’ll just go back home and th-.”

“Tío Bruno, you have to talk to her,” she stated matter-of-factly, “like, right now,” she added, pushing him out from behind the ox cart and towards the library.

“Mirabel, I really don’t think now is a good time,” he attempted, nervously playing with his shirt sleeve.

“Ugh, it’s never going to be a good time, you have to make it good, tío, now go!” she encouraged him with a smile, a thumbs up and another hard shove.

Bruno crossed the plaza slowly, opting to go around the perimeter than straight across to avoid more people. He still gets looks from the inhabitants of the Encanto, but it’s more out of curiosity than fear or anger. As he comes to a stop before the tall wooden door, he feels his hands begin to tremble. The last time he was here, he’d embarrassed himself by tripping and stumbling, knocking over a pile of books in the process right in front of her.

Taking a deep breath, he reaches into his shirt pocket for a pinch of salt, throws it over his shoulder while saying his phrases for luck under his breath a couple times. He can’t help but tap on the wooden doorframe in his ritualistic sequence that he had developed as a habit over time for his anxiety. Holding his breath and crossing his fingers, he straightened his shoulders and pushed past the door, stepping into the dimly lit shop.

“Oh, hi,” she chirped from behind a talk desk where she was organizing a stack of books.

“Um, h-hola señorita, I’ve been, uh, meaning to ask you something,” he starts off immediately getting to the point, no matter how awkward he felt, no matter how red and embarrassed his face probably looked to her.

“Okay?” she agreed, sounding unsure but amused.

“I-I, uh, I…do you have…the,” he began to panic, struggling to maintain eye contact, overwhelmed by her beauty, “the new collection of screenplays your abuelo ordered?” he finally blurted out, losing his confidence at the last moment and abandoning his plan.

“Oh, um, yes…they came in a couple days ago, I can show you,” she nods, sounding confused and perhaps a little let down.

Bruno was too busy mentally beating himself up for losing his courage. He bowed his head as he followed her to the back of the room, moving past the towering bookshelves until they reached the far corner of the large room, a tiny section of books on theatre related topics set where Bruno could read in peace and not have to worry about sneers or scowls from others in the shop. It had been her idea, the first act of kindness that had sparked the first flame of a now blazing desire for her.

“Here,” she said, motioning to a small stack of twine-bound books left separate from the theater section, “I figured you might want to take them with you, so I didn’t bother filing them with the others,” she shrugged, turning to face him with an innocent smile.

“T-thank you, you’re very kind,” he said quietly, still simmering in his own indignity.

When she didn’t walk away, he slowly glanced up to find her watching him, biting her lower lip as if she wanted to say something. Their eyes met and she quickly looked away, ducking her head slightly. Bruno could still see the shy smile she tried to hide from where he stood, confused by her behavior.

“Bruno, um, I’ve been wanting to tell you something actually,” she finally spoke, breaking the tense silence.

“Claro, what is it, señorita?” he nodded, never one to turn down an extra moment of her attention.

“First of all, you can call me by my name,” she teased, their shared chuckle breaking some of the tension, “and second…well, ever since you started coming here and we’ve gotten to know you, I feel like…I mean, you’ve been such…” she hesitates, fidgeting with her fingers.

“¿Sí?” he softly encouraged her, leaning forward.

She takes a deep breath. “I feel strange when you’re around.”

“D-do you have a fever or something?” he questioned, unsure of what she meant.

She blinked slowly, unable to tell if he was being serious or not. When he didn’t continue, she had to assume he was serious. Gathering all her courage, she decided that it was now or never.

“No,” she laughed softly, “I mean, being around you…makes me…feel something,” she said, her voice dropping slightly as she reached out and touched his hand.

By the blankness in his stare, she figured he still was not quite sure what was going on. With a huff, she took his hand, interlocking their fingers and taking the smallest step closer to him. She heard Bruno’s voice stutter and hitch as she moved, his eyes growing wide as he looked down at their hands. Almost owlishly, he blinked down at their fingers, taking much longer than she expected to finally react beyond staring.

“Oh…oh!” he gasped, the realization finally hitting him.

She bit her lip. “So…?” she murmured, looking at him with a pout.

“So…d-does that mean…you, uh, I mean, I know what you mean, but does that mean what I think it means or do you mean…s-something different, you know what I mean?” he rambled, his brain overworking as his nerves overwhelmed him.

“I…I don’t know what you just said,” she admitted, his words coming out so fast and low that she could only pick out a few words, “but, I wouldn’t be upset if you…um, kissed me,” she suggested coyly, averting her gaze to the floor and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, a habit that gave away how nervous she truly was, perhaps almost as nervous as him.

“K-k-kiss you?” he repeated, the idea short circuiting any sense he had left in his head, “y-yes, I, uh, I can, I can do that,” he said, shaking himself out of his shock and focussing on her.

The two continued to awkwardly stand in front of each other, still holding hands, their other hanging limply at their side. Bruno took a hesitant step closer, now close enough to feel her skirt brush against his pant legs. She looked up at him through thick lashes, her eyes drawing out every desire he had for her from within him. He paused, exhaling a shaky breath and then bringing his free hand to touch her cheek, his fingers trembling the entire time.

“You’re nervous,” she pointed out softly, squeezing his hand, “it’s okay.”

“I, uh, it’s just that, I wasn’t expecting to, I mean, not that I don’t want to, it’s just that you’re so, uh, yeah, and I’m…me, so it-.”

He was cut off by her lips covering his. She had taken the final tiny step and closed the space between them, pressing her body fully into his as she sighed, finally knowing what his mouth feels like against her own. She loved it. Bruno gasped, his eyes going wider than ever. His body immediately locked up, going rigid as he tried to process what was happening. They stayed connected for only a brief moment. She pulled away from him slowly, only enough distance to look him in the eyes, their chests still touching as she leaned into his warmth.

“W-was that okay?” she whispered, hoping she didn’t overstep his boundaries.

“Y-y-y-yeah, uh, yes, very, um, very, very, okay,” he nodded, his eyes reflecting the blazing passion her kiss had sparked in him.

“Can…can we try it again?” she asked softly, sounding doubtful, as if he could possibly deny her.

Without another word, Bruno tugged on her hand that was still interlaced with his own, just enough to where she pressed fully against him again. Dipping his head, he caught her lips in a soft kiss, hearing a small noise of content from deep in her throat as he caressed her jaw with his other hand. While Bruno would admit he didn’t have much experience with sex and romance given his reputation, that didn’t mean he was completely inexperienced. Yes, there had been a time in his early twenties where a few young women found the outcast label appealing, a conquest to be made, a metaphoric badge of honor that they could get close to the only Madrigal’s only son.

“We can stop,” she mutters against his mouth, not fully breaking away, “if you want.”

“Never,” he responds gruffly against her mouth, both his hands now holding the sides of her face, keeping her still.

As their shyness and hesitation gradually melted away, it was replaced by a sprouting of passion, of lust, of burning desire that overtook all sense of reason. At some point, the kiss became more frantic as they found their bearings.Bruno began to back her up, away from the openness of the aisle, until she hit the bookcase along the back wall, both of them hidden away by towering wooden shelves and dusty books that muffled their noises.

“Oh, Bruno,” she sighed as her body hit the bookshelf, her head rolling back, giving him the invitation to kiss her neck.

Overtaken by his carnal desires, Bruno’s mouth attached to the soft skin along her jugular, tasting her natural saltiness and biting down to begin the process of marking her body with his touch. He’d only dreamed of her like this, breathy and needy, just as eager to touch him as he was to touch her. Her scent infiltrated his senses, only enhancing the intoxicating cocktail that was her.

“Que hermosa,” he muttered into her shoulder, trailing wet, hot kisses up her neck to her earlobe where he could nip at the shell of her ear.

“Can I take this off?” she asks softly, her fingers tugging on the end of his button-up shirt.

“T-there’s, uh,” he scoffed self-deprecatingly, “there’s not much to see, dulce niña,” he admitted, disgruntled.

“It’s you, that’s all I care about,” she replied quickly, slipping her fingers under his shirt to blindly explore the expanse of his chest as he shuddered at her soft touch.

“W-what if someone comes in?” he gasps when she slips her hand past the hemline of his pants, causing a gasp to break the thick quietness that had filled the room as they touched and kissed like horny teenagers on their first date.

“You’re the only one who would come in at this time of day, Bruno, we’ve got plenty of time,” she soothes his worry with a playful grin, her warm fingers rubbing over the growing bulge in his pants as her lips left teasing kisses along his neck.

He chokes on a moan when she squeezes his length particularly hard. “Mierda, you’re not as innocent as everyone assumes,” he gasps when she twists her wrist in a way that has his vision blurring from the overwhelming pleasure buzzing through him.

“You’re not wrong,” she giggles, continuing to softly tease his fully-erect length, her thumb rubbing over the head over the fabric of his underwear, forcing a choked noise out of him as he leaned into her touch, his head pressed into her shoulder as he drowned in her gentle teasing.

“Ah, ‘t feels good,” he groans, one hand moving to squeeze her hip in an attempt to ground himself.

“Can I make you feel really good, guapo?” she purrs into his ear, tightening her grip just slightly, earning another muffled groan from him and an enthusiastic nod against her collarbone.

With slightly trembling fingers, she dropped down in front of him, undoing his belt and pulling his pants and underwear down in one smooth stroke. Bruno winced at the sudden vulnerability he felt being so exposed like this. He looked down, watching as she inspected his cock, her fingertips brushing the underside as she glanced up at his eyes.

“Do your eyes always do that when you’re turned on?” she asked, her eyes wide and feigning innocence as she watched him over the tip of his length, her breath ghosting the swollen tip.

“Hm?” Bruno questioned, unsure of what she was talking about, too taken by the anticipation of her mouth on him to really understand what she said.

“Your eyes are glowing, bebé,” she smirked, raising a hand close to his face so he could see the faint green glow reflecting from her skin.

“I-is it weird?” he gulps, the light fading somewhat as doubt clouded his mind.

“No,” she said softly, beginning to stroke him again, drawing his attention back to his aching cock, “it’s kind of hot, actually,” she admits before sticking her tongue out to lap at his slit, moaning as the saltiness of his seed lingered on her taste buds.

Bruno’s eyes rolled back as he groaned loudly, both hands coming up to brace himself against the shelf, his nails digging into the old wood as he tried to contain his sounds. His thighs trembled at the growing coil in his stomach, her lips warm and velvety against his head. She traced each vein with the tip of her tongue, moving back and forth along his length at a steady rhythm, her other hand moving between gripping his hip for stability and dragging her nails lightly down his chest and torso, causing a shiver to run down his spine.

“W-wait,” he manages to choke out, bringing one hand to her cheek to ease her off of him.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, worried he had changed his mind.

“What’s wrong,” he began, helping her to stand up fully, “is that it would be ungentlemanly of me to put my satisfaction before your own,” he went on, quickly gathering the material of her skirt, bunching it around her hips and rubbing just above the damp spot on her underwear.

“Oh, j-just like that,” she gasps, digging her nails into his forearm as she jerks into his palm.

Pulling the fabric aside, Bruno traced the perimeter of her labia, coating his fingertips in her essence before focusing his touch on her clit. She bucks suddenly at the sensation, whining softly against his mouth and reaching between them to stroke his length. Whether she intended to or not, the head of his cock brushed her sex when she stroked him, causing both of them to freeze. Their eyes opened and met each other, the question hanging between them like a heavy fog.

“I want this, I want you,” she was the first to say.

“A-are you sure? Absolutely sure?” he questioned her, the glow in his eyes dampening as the gravity of the situation overtook his lust.

“Absolutely sure,” she nodded, leaning forward to kiss him.

The next few minutes were a blur for Bruno. First they were kissing and then she was biting his lip as he slipped into her, slowly easing into her until he was fully sheathed. They both paused for a moment, taking in the new sensations of being fully connected to each other. She lifts one of her legs onto his hip, bringing him even deeper into her. Then, Bruno’s rutting into her fervidly, one hand gripping her thigh and the other curled around her torso, holding her lower half as close to him as possible. She squeezed him tightly when he reached a certain angle, moaning wantonly into his mouth and tugging his curls.

“Fuck, right there, right there, Bruno,” she’s panting like a desperate prayer, her eyes squeezed shut and hands blindly touching every part of him that she could reach.

“Oh, mi reina, mi estrella, mi cielo, I-I’m close,” Bruno babbled, all reason abandoned for this moment of pure ecstasy, his mind broken and body working off pure.

She cried out into his shoulder when she came, her entire body trembling as he continued to rut into her, reaching his own end, pulling out at the last moment to finish on his hands, covering his slit and shooting all of his seed into his palm with a throaty groan. With a half-lidded, love drunk gaze and a smirk, she took his hand, bringing it to her mouth. Bruno watched in awe as she licked his palm and each finger clean of his release, holding his gaze the entire time. When she was satisfied with her work, she let go, his hand falling back at his side, his mind absolutely dazed as he tried to process the absolutely provocative method of cleaning he’s ever seen. What surprised him even more was how much he liked watching her do it.

The haze started to fade shortly after they’d both reached satisfaction, reality setting in about their surroundings and the significance of their actions.

“Did, um, did I hurt you?” he asks meekly after their breathing had returned to normal, awkwardly fixing his clothes as he spoke.

“No, Bruno, I’m…perfectly happy,” she said with a sweet smile that touched his heart.

“R-really?”

She tilts her slightly, a curiousness in her eyes. “I can show you how happy I am if you’ll let me,” she suggests, her curiousness shifting to mischief.

Bruno swallowed thickly, tensing when she reached out to grip the front of his shirt and pull herself into his space. She laid her palms flat against his chest, looking at him with doe-like submissiveness, her lower lip jutted out just slightly, enhancing the overall cuteness of her expression.

“Uh, um,” he coughs to try and clear his dry throat, “perhaps, um…”

“Upstairs? My room? The bed is comfier than the floor or the bookshelf,” she offers with a raised brow, grinning at him because she knew she had him where she wanted him.

“...okay…yeah, uh, yes,” he nods, flustered but eager to spend as much time with her as possible, especially if it meant being as close to her as he was just moments ago.

“Perhaps I was feeling feverish and you took it upon yourself to take care of me for the evening,” she giggled, pulling him up the stairs at the back of the building, her mind already spinning with different things she wanted to try.

Author's note: I don't know why I'm incapable of writing an appropriate-length one-shot, I feel like they're always hella long no matter how hard I try to keep it simple lmao

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal smut #encanto imagine #bruno madrigal fanfic #encanto smut #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x original female character #bruno madrigal x female reader

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foreveranevilregal · 2 years

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Idk what you'll think about this idea so u don't have to do this but but but how about a mostly fluff fic where either Dolores or Felix is crying, Pepa finds them/they go to Pepa and she comforts them?

I love that idea! Hope you like this!

“Dinner is almost ready; can you let everyone know?” Julieta requested.

“Of course.” Pepa left the kitchen to round up the others. Félix was the first person she ran into. He held a giggling, squirmy Camilo in his arms. “Dinner’s ready,” she let him know. “Hola, Camilo,” she cooed, trailing a finger tenderly along his chubby cheek, and smiling at his resulting giggle.

“Excellent.” Félix grinned, shifting Camilo to his other side to give Pepa a kiss. “Do you want me to tell the others?”

“Yes, that would be great.”

But ultimately, it wasn’t necessary. Isabela and Luisa had come in from playing outside, both adorned with flower crowns shedding petals on the ground.

“Tío! Tía!” They cried out excitedly, running up to them and throwing their little arms around them. Isabela’s hug was gentle and sweet, much like she was. Luisa, in her enthusiasm, ended up lifting Pepa right off the ground. Poor thing was still getting the hang of her gift.

It caught her by surprise. “Easy, Lu,” she reminded her gently when she saw that Luisa was turning towards Félix. While she didn’t mind Luisa picking her up, she didn’t think it was a good idea for her to do that to Félix while he was holding the baby.

“Okay, tía.” Luisa nodded solemnly. She wrapped her arms around her tío delicately, snuggling into him as he ruffled her hair playfully. “Hola, tío.” She smiled up at Camilo, who was examining her curiously. “Hola, Milo.”

“Lulu,” he burbled happily. “Isa!” He flapped his tiny arms around in joy.

“I think someone’s happy to see his primas.” Pepa beamed over at them. Rays of sunlight illuminated the five of them.

Isabela preened at the comment. “But I’m his favorite prima, right?”

Luisa frowned. “No, I am.”

“No, I am!”

They began to bicker about which of the two of them was Camilo’s favorite. Secretly, Pepa knew they were both wrong. Camilo’s real favorite had just entered the room, secure in her father’s arms and nuzzling into his chest.

“Did I hear something about dinner?” Agustín asked with a grin.

“Yes, dinner’s ready.” Pepa smiled at him and Mirabel, who was examining the room in her usual studious way, taking in every detail. Whereas Camilo was rambunctious and energetic, she was calmer; preferring to observe rather than act. After giving Mirabel a soft kiss on the cheek, she did a mental head count and came up short. Someone was missing.

“Where’s Dolores?” Her eyes scanned the room as if her daughter was hiding somewhere, to no avail. All she could see at child level were Isabela and Luisa chasing each other around the room, their fight quickly forgotten.

“I’m not sure.” Félix shrugged.

“Isa?” Pepa turned to her older sobrina.

Her eyebrows knitted together in thought. “I haven’t seen her since we got home from school.”

Pepa sighed. That was the last time she’d seen Dolores too, and it was several hours ago. Things had been so busy with Camilo that sometimes their quiet Dolores slipped through the cracks. She needed to be a better mother. “Okay, I’m going to go find her. The rest of you, go to dinner.”

The last thing she heard as she walked away was Luisa piping up that they needed to find tío Bruno too and tell him about dinner so he wouldn’t be hungry. Right. Bruno had been missing too. But he had a habit of disappearing for long stretches of time before popping back up. Dolores’ absence was more worrisome.

Figuring the best place to start looking would be in Dolores’ room, Pepa headed up the stairs. She paused at the door, hesitant to enter. Instead, she put her ear to the door and listened. Soft sobs filtered through the door. No longer hesitating, she threw open the door to see Dolores curled up on the floor next to her bed. Her hands covered her ears, and she hugged her knees as she cried.

Pepa’s heart shattered into a million pieces. She hated to see either of her children cry. “What’s wrong, querida?” She sank down on the ground next to Dolores.

It took the girl a couple tries to get out her reply. “It… it’s too much, mamá.”

“What’s too much?” She brushed fallen curls out of her daughter’s face.

Dolores’ hands stayed firmly over her ears. “It’s too loud,” she sniffled, huddling further into herself.

Oh… Dolores’ gift had been ultrasensitive hearing. Pepa knew that sometimes it could be a bit overwhelming for her, but she didn’t realize the extent to which this was true. “Oh, Lola…” She pulled Dolores into her chest, cradling her and swaying her back and forth gently. “I’m sorry, mi vida, I didn’t realize we were being so loud. We’ll be quieter”

Dolores shook her head. “It’s not that. I mean, okay, it would probably help a little, but…” She trailed off, wiping her snotty nose on her sleeve.

“But…” Pepa prompted her.

“It’s too loud. All the time. Doesn’t matter what’s going on, I can hear everything.”

“Everything?” Pepa knew her hearing was good, but not that good.

“Everything,” Dolores confirmed. “People talking and doing chores, animals eating, things breaking…” She paused to breathe. “When it’s really quiet, I can hear the river flowing. Otherwise, I mostly hear people making all kinds of noise. I hear my primas when they play, even if it’s not at home. I hear Camilo crying at night. I hear people when they get really mad and argue. They’re always louder then.” Dolores shuddered. “I hear everything all the time, mamá, and I don’t know how to make it stop.” She looked at her mother, pleading with her to fix it. “Make it stop, mamá.”

Pepa sighed, holding onto her extra tightly. She was still young enough to have the unwavering belief that her parents could fix anything; that she could come to them with any problem, and they would be able to come up with a solution. But this was a problem she didn’t know how to solve. Dolores’ amazing hearing was her gift from the miracle, but the way she described it, it sounded more like a curse. Not being able to turn off your gift and suffering as a result struck Pepa as all too familiar, and she didn’t want her daughter to suffer the same way she had. “Oh, mi amor…I wish I could help…” Admitting that out loud made her feel powerless, and she could feel her own emotions starting to rise. Clear skies, clear skies…

Dolores sniffled, her big brown eyes boring into Pepa. “Isa gets to choose when she uses her gift. So does Luisa. Why can’t I? Why can’t I turn it off?”

Hearing that caused Pepa’s anger to bubble up to barely containable levels. Why was that the case? Why did her daughter have to suffer, while her sobrinas got to enjoy their gifts at will and not be bothered otherwise? It wasn’t fair. “Your gift is different from theirs,” she murmured into Dolores’ hair, taking care to keep her voice low. “It’s more powerful.”

Dolores sighed. “I like being able to hear a lot, most of the time, but sometimes I just want it all to stop. I don’t want to hear everything all the time.”

Now Pepa’s emotions were getting harder to control. Her daughter was hurting, and she couldn’t help her. All she could do was keep holding her and comforting her, but it wasn’t enough. What she wanted was to make her daughter’s pain stop, and she couldn’t do that. “I’m sorry, Dolores, I really am…I wish I could do something to help,” she whispered, feeling like a complete idiot. What kind of a useless mother was she, that she couldn’t even help her own daughter? Soon enough, a small cloud cast a shadow on the two of them. No no no, not now, not rain, please…

Dolores turned her head curiously towards the cloud. “Are you sad, mamá?”

Pepa just nodded. She couldn’t lie to her. “I am.” She pushed aside some of Dolores’ voluminous curls to press a kiss to her head.

“Why are you sad?” Dolores looked at her with concern.

Pepa choked back a sob. Here she was, failing to comfort her daughter and instead she was now worried about her mother. Meanwhile, she hadn’t managed to help her, Dolores was still suffering, and the injustice of it all made her boil over. Thunder began to rumble lowly around them. Great. She squeezed her eyes shut, cursing herself for her own stupid lack of control, when she’d had her gift for thirty years.

Dolores’ eyes widened at the sound. “What’s the matter, mamá?”

Pepa willed the tears to retreat, to not end up raining on Dolores when she’d already ruined everything with her thunder. “I’m sorry, Dolores…I’m so sorry. I’m sad because your gift is hurting you and I can’t do anything to help and instead I just made it worse with my thunder and-“ Pepa deflated, running out of breath.

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t what?”

“You didn’t make it worse.”

Pepa couldn’t believe her ears. “What do you mean? I made it thunder.”

For the first time, Dolores loosened her hold on her ears. “I like the thunder. It’s… comforting?”

Pepa let out a harsh laugh. “Comforting?” That certainly wouldn’t be the first word she’d use to describe it.

Dolores paused to collect her thoughts. “Yeah, it’s not too loud, so it doesn’t hurt my ears, but it’s loud enough to block everything else out. It’s perfect.” She offered her mother a small smile.

Pepa could have cried from joy. Indeed, a few raindrops landed on the two of them. “I’m so glad I could help.”

Dolores snuggled into her chest, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, mamá.”

“Anything for you, mi bebé.”

Dolores wrinkled her nose. “I’m not a baby, mamá. I’m a big girl,” she insisted. “Camilo’s the baby.”

Pepa let out a heart laugh. “You are, but you’ll always be mi bebé. Because I’m your mamá and I love you.”

Dolores rolled her eyes, but she kept smiling. “Can you keep the thunder going? Just for a little bit?”

Pepa was so focused on Dolores that she hadn’t even realized the thunder faded away. “Of course, mi rayo de sol.” She summoned up a low thrum of thunder, just enough to fill the space around them without becoming overwhelming.

Dolores’ thin arms snaked around her to give her a hug. “Thank you, mamá. This is nice.”

Pepa hummed contentedly. The quiet rhythmic rolling of the thunder was lulling both of them into a more relaxed state. “Do you want to just stay like this for a while?”

“I do.”

And they did, all the way through dinner, until Dolores finally fell asleep in her mother’s arms.

#pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa magridal #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa and dolores #asks #lilrobinbird #writing answered prompts #foreveranevilregal writes #writing encanto #writing pepa madrigal #i was gonna get more into pepa relating to dolores and her gift #but then i realized dolores was too young for it

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casitafallz · 11 months

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LTRL AU | Glimpse of the Child

Bruno watched the tablet with some reverence of the image that laid upon it. It was not an...In-depth vision, just to scratch the itch of an incoming future for a little longer but he’d probably do something proper when he felt…like he needed to make sure things would be okay…or that they needed answers they couldn’t get otherwise.

But this, he felt glad.

A good, pleasant vision. He couldn’t help but drink in the picture with a smile, skirting a finger to touch over the little face before he tilted it to allow his rats to have a peek first though he liked to imagine they were just as happy to see it as he was.

“Come on, let’s go show Isabela.” He set the rat into his pocket, holding the vision to his chest, and dusted the sand off himself, though it didn’t do much in the long run, and padded out from his room happily.

Casita shifted their tiles with an inquisitive rattle but… he was no expert to read them like his mother or Mirabel, he knew a little to know this was a curious sight; him happy with a vision. He rolled his eyes.

“Relax, Casita.” He assured, patting the nearest banister though he paused as Antonio seemed to burst out of his room with a new picture in his hands though Pico squawked, Antonio looked to the bird first then to him.

“Tio!” Antonio lit up happily, the sight that anyone was so happy to see him, even 7 months along still seemed startling but Bruno was glad to see him happy.

“Is that another picture for Isabela?”

Antonio shook his head, “No, this is for Luisa. She’s been looking very sad about something so I thought this picture would make her happy.” He said as if it was obvious that his drawings were magical mood-changers but who was Bruno to change his thought.

“Well, I hope she loves it.”

Antonio nodded happily. “I’m sure she will. What are you got there, Tio?”

“Er…” He looked down to the tablet hesitantly “Well, I had a vision so I was going to show Isabela.”

Antonio cocked his head at it curiously, “Can I see it?”

“I…wanted to show Isabela first…” Bruno didn’t like saying no. Not to Antonio and those puppy eyes.

“Please.” Antonio pouted, going full-on with those begging, puppy eyes that Bruno crumbled instantly.

With a soft sigh, Bruno gently knelt down and flipped the vision around, and watched as Antonio’s face lit up in full wonder, his hand coming to his cheeks first, dropping his drawing to the floor in his excitement before Bruno felt the tablet leave his hands.

“Is this him!!? My new best friend!” Antonio bobbed up and down, upsetting Pico a little who flew off his shoulders. “He’s so cute!”

Bruno laughed softly, unable to help himself really. “Yep, this is the baby but he will be a tiny baby, so when you see him, you will have to be very very careful.”

“Oh, I will be!” Antonio grinned down but before Bruno could take it back, Antonio shot off.

“Mami!”

“Antonio!” Bruno struggled to his feet for a second but pelted after the five year old who seemed to weave effortlessly down the steps and into the kitchen.

Bruno tipped after him but froze in the doorway as he realized not only was Pepa in the kitchen glaring Julieta down but also his mother and in-laws. Clearly, they had interrupted another disagreement.

Antonio was oblivious in both his young age and single-minded excitement as he ran straight to the thundering Pepa with the tablet hugged to his chest.

“Mami, look what Tio saw!!” He pushed the tablet straight into Pepa’s hand, the cloud lightening up, in mostly confusion and break in tension but there was some uplift in her side-tracked emotions to cater to her son’s abrupt arrival.

“Oh?”

Pepa pulled the tablet from his hands though her body turned ridged as she sat the image.

“Pepi?” Felix noted in concern as the cloud turned an array of weathers before settling to heavy clouds; bordering to rain. He went to his wife’s side though he almost seemed to light up at the vision.

Bruno staggered in nervously.

The reactions pulled the remaining three to look over. Julieta gasped, her hands coming to her mouth first but Abuela was the one to take it from Pepa’s hands first to look at it.

“Is this him?” Agustín spoke, “He so small!” He leaned down over Abuela’s shoulder.

Abuela's eyes seemed to well up a little, but Bruno hoped it was for a good reason, not out of shame. “He looks just like her.” Her tone was…calm.

“He’s gonna be my best friend!” Antonio declared, tugging on his mother’s dress excitedly. “I can’t wait!

“Look, he even has the same mole as well, just…reflected onto the other cheek.” Agustín smiled, touching the left side of the vision.

The vision itself showed the top view down of a baby’s cradle with its little owner inside, not fully wrapped up as the baby’s arms was free of his blanket, hands curled up into little fists beside his cheeks and the baby was staring up out, almost at them really. There was no color in the vision but there were enough details regardless to indicate the features the child had. Bruno could only guess like the rest the baby shared the same skin tone and hair color of Isabela. Alongside the baby, there was a crotchet blanket around him, his little straight hair was mostly hidden under a little knot hat. Beside his head, at the teetering edge of the vision was a wooden leaf was there with a hole cut out for a ring of balls.

“Excuse me.” Pepa pushed her way through though Julieta took her spot to get a proper look at her grandson, Agustín’s arms coming to slip around her. Bruno eyed Pepa for a moment before he decided to let Felix hurry after her then get involved. He’d rather avoid an ice burn or a hurricane to the face.

Julieta took the vision from their mother, though Bruno itched to take it back… and you know, deliver it as he planned to. He knew is anyone deserved a peek it was Isabela; it was her baby.

“So, did you see how long we had to wait, Tio?” Antonio asked, staring up at him with wide eyed as if expecting him to know.

“Sorry but… there was no clock or calendar for me to see.” Bruno smiled at the very least, even as Antonio pouted, “But, we should estimate at least two months, okay?”

“So…” He counted on his fingers, “March?”

“I hope so.”

“Ooh, what if the baby has the same birthday as Mirabel? That would be an amazing gift for her!”

“I’m sure but… it’s Mirabel’s big day too. I don’t think we should forget that.”

Antonio paused in thought, “I suppose…” He pouted a little, “but, I guess I have to wait.” He sighed, if a little dramatically before Bruno felt a shift before his rats poked their heads out, squeaking though Antonio perked up then held his hands out, allowing the rats to jump ship and potter off.

“Bruno…”

Bruno jumped a little as Abuela appeared at his side.

Her eyes were still a little red-rimmed but she had a very…unnerving demeanor of calmness that he was…unfamiliar with. Did she want something?

“Can...can we talk, Bruno?”

“S-Sure?” He didn’t but he doubted that would be overly accepted. He rather go back to his room or…actually deliver the vision to his target like he planned to…once he wrestled it from Julieta.

Abuela led him away, back towards the steps and upwards until they got to the front of her door but thankfully, didn’t go in. He hated going into her room like this; he always felt like he was in trouble.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorr-“ Bruno echoed then paused, “What?”

“I’m…sorry, Bruno,” Abuela spoke. “I…put a lot on your shoulders growing up because…I justified that by thinking we were protecting the miracle and the family’s magic. Your…gift was something I couldn’t help but push you to use so we didn’t have to leave with that same fear.”

The words look hard to speak, but not dishonest but Bruno wasn’t sure if this was really happening. At Nochebuena, they had to do a lot of convincing to get her to talk about their father… this was unprompted even.

“Are you okay, Ma?” he asked, to be sure that she wasn't sick or dying... he couldn't deal with that right now.

Abuela blinked in surprise at the question. “Of course?”

Bruno faltered a little, not sure where to go with this. “Am… did you need something?”

“No.” Abuela’s face turned into a frown. “I’m not apologizing to get something out of you, Bruno.”

Again, Bruno didn’t know where to go with that. “Why are you apologising now, Ma?” He asked, “You don’t tend to apologize without a good enough reason.”

Annoyance passed through her face but it was gone in a heartbeat. “I’m trying my best to….do better, Bruno. I’m not deaf to what I’m being told to. I know I’ve been harsh but I’m not heartless. Our family is so close to breaking and I can’t let that happen without trying to get the family together again. I know I have much to blame for that. Will you…at least let me try?”

Bruno eyed her for a moment with uncertainty. “I… I want to believe you… but it’ll take more than an apology.”

“I know.”

“Can you… give me some time to think about it…Mama?”

Thankfully, Abuela nodded.

Pepa looked to be….very mixed emotions by the time Felix was able to catch up with his wife in their room. The fog around the edges, sleet and wind mostly fluttered at her dress. She was nervously grasping her braid and more or less tugged on it to soothe herself.

“Clear skies, clear skies.”

“Mi Vida…” He started, “Why did the vision upset you?”. Pepa ignored him for a good moment but Felix calmly took a seat on their bed. He could wait all day, she knew that. But he decided to keep going to push for more. “Was…seeing the baby something you didn’t expect?”

Pepa tittered at that. “Of course not, Felix. I thought the whole pregnancy was a kind of a ruse!” Pepa snapped with a clap of thunder. “I was just going along with it just…to keep things peaceful.”

Felix’s eyebrows shot up. “Why would Isabela joke about something like that?” Isabela barely liked jokes, let alone lies so he damn well knew this was a serious matter. Not to mention, Dolores wouldn’t have miss-heard for over seven months.

“Why do you think? Sympathy? Guilt… Make us feel sorry for her?”

Felix inhaled deeply, trying to retain his cool. “Pepi…Isabela was in denial about the baby for months before it was confirmed. She may have been petrified to tell anyone. Having a child, unmarried might I add, is not a small thing, my Amor...”

“I know that now!” Pepa shook her head, trying to soothe her clouds away. “I hoped of all people, Isabela wouldn’t have actually caved to carnal desires because she’s just a little upset about what she did.”

At that, Felix stood up, genuine anger flooding his veins. “Stop with the hypocrisies, Pepa. You blame Isabela for what happened and yet you turn a blind eye to our son’s actions that could have killed her or that tiny little baby boy.” He spoke firmly, pointing a finger out to the door for his point “There’s a reason Isa got into bed with a boy and that has everything to do with that our family's failures. Take a look at Antonio’s birthday photo for the proof, my Vida.”

“Failures?” Pepa shook her head. “Our son thought he was going to die, it was self-defense!”

“Why does he think that? He chose to ignore the fact that Isa was remorseful and continued to believe she acted against Mirabel with malicious intent! I failed him in that regard Pepa. I should have done to try and see him get rid of his negative behaviors that does nothing for his benefit.” Felix admitted.

“He has the right to defend himself, Felix! He was scared!”

“That doesn’t mean it’s okay to set a jaguar onto her!” Felix argued back. “How far are you willing to condone his actions? Her death? The child’s death?”

“Stop it!”

“No, because like it or not, Pepa. He still attacked a pregnant woman in the middle of town with Antonio’s best friend. Yes, he can defend himself. I don’t disagree with you there but he had to be held accountable for the damages he inflicted.” This was no new argument, a recycling one that Pepa was hardly going to absorb when she felt she was in the right. One Felix was tired of repeating.

Again.

“I can’t just let everyone push him away.”

“We won’t abandon Camilo, Pepa. But condoning his actions means he thinks what he’s done is right and undeserving of punishment. He has no remorse…Isabela did. Can’t you see the difference here? Isabela learned and accepted her punishment.”

The flurry of wind chilled down his spine but he relaxed his posture than to let her reel off his own mood. Well, he knew in most cases now that with Camilo under punishment, it wasn’t as heavy but there was his lack of accountability that needed the work for now.

“I won’t argue about it again, I’m too exhausted to keep repeating it.” Felix shook his head, “I’m going…to finish off my present to the baby and hope Isa allows me to be around him when he’s born.”

It was a hint if anything that with Isa not living at Casita, it won’t be convenient for the family to dote over the baby, or for Isa, it allowed her to restrict those to the baby as well… he could already anticipate Camilo wasn’t going to get a glimpse but he didn’t want Pepa to be the reason she didn’t get to hold her great-nephew.

“I’ll be in my workshop if you need me, my amor.”

Isabela lay against her side, idly watching her potato potter about her room with some entertainment though every part of her itched to go to Fran’s house and see Mateo. She knew she couldn’t again without raising suspicions. Her last visit had been with a visit to examine how far she had healed and now she was allowed to let the wounds breathe without it being bandaged. So, she only put on fresh dressing when she went to bed, in case she pulled the skin too much in her sleep.

Of course, the peace didn’t last for too long as a sharp knock echoed through her home. Tiredly, Isabela got up, half hoping it wasn’t important before she slowly opened the door.

“Tio Bruno?” Her voice was laced with surprise, closing the door in her Tio’s face for a moment she quickly unlatched the door chain and opened it wide. He smiled brightly as her though flipped the vision to face her.

Her eyes widened before her jaw dropped as she saw the plain image inside the emerald sheen that made her heart skip a beat. “This is him?” She couldn’t help herself but take it from his hands, nodding him in as she wandered back to the privacy of her home.

“Yes. I… wanted to make sure he was born healthy. I didn’t see the birth itself—to both of our relief’s there—but he seems to be okay. I watched him getting cleaned up and put into his cradle.”

Isa hummed, though she couldn’t help but smile next, noting all the different details she could see. “He’s so small!” If that cradle was standard at least, then he was for sure a small baby. Well, he wasn’t even giving her a baby bump so it made sense.

“Indeed,” Bruno agreed, “he’s adorable… though he does seem to frighten easily so he may be a fussy baby.”

“He’s got Mateo’s nose.” It was such a small difference, though she could see but the baby otherwise had a lot of her likeness. Clearly, she had strong genes if Mateo’s nose was all the baby got from him. Who knew, maybe the baby had his mannerisms? Personality?

“Probably…I don’t know.” Bruno shrugged, awkwardly shifting on the spot.

Isabela remained quiet for a moment, “He’s got Abuelito’s blanket… Mirabel probably made that hat…” She cooed down, tracing her finger down the little cheek, pausing over the mole the baby had on his cheek. Sure, why not. It looked very cute on his little face. It was a shame there was no colour; that would have made this…perfect. All his little details like his hair and eyes…

“I think she gave it to you for Nochebuena?”

“She did?” Her head rose; it was probably in the pile of presents she hadn’t yet touched. “Oh, I’ll open it later.”

“You didn’t open any of your presents?”

“Not all of them. Only the ones from Mirabel, you…Pa, Oh, and Tio Felix.” Isabela shrugged though she set the vision down on her lap, not quite ready to look away from her child.

It was weird to have dreaded the idea of having a child when now, she felt happy for him. Maybe it was the basis of an unhappy marriage that she had that dread most with the expectation to have children because that was what Abuela wanted, not her. She was happy with Mateo… happier to marry him before the baby was born but… god only knew when that was a possibility. Sara Marquez would certainly try and kill him again if she saw him again for his escape.

“Not even from your Ma?”

“My issues with her aren’t resolved.” Isabela’s voice turned a little stern. Sure, her mother could start being there but she didn’t want her mother’s love and care on the basis of her injury or the baby. She had relented into letting her’s mother pestering help a little and it was…nice to spend some time with her but…that was not a resolution. A step in the right direction, nothing more.

It would take time.

“She really does care for you, Isa.” Tio tried.

“Last nine months of absence won’t be cleared up with a few nice chats and presents. She started to care after I got hurt. After she found out about the baby. Until she starts to show me her care without those as a factor, maybe I’ll forgive her properly and move on.” Isabela took a deep breath, turning her eyes back down to the vision. “Give me time, Tio.”

“I understand.” His voice was…odd though he looked far more understanding than what she expected.

“You do?”

“Abuela… apologized to me about…a lot of stuff. It’d… confusing. A little out of the blue… I don’t know how honest Abuela’s being but…I think she’s starting to listen?” Bruno awkwardly sat in a spare seat. “I…told her I’d think about it. Feelings… are hard.”

Isabela chuckled softly, not disagreeing with him there. “She’s given you…45 years with of issues. It’ll take time for sure.” For her, pretty much her whole life and then the mess of the last year was what Abuela had to sort through. She was not ready for talk to her. Nine months of hell with no reprieve and she didn’t know if she could finally have the rest of her punishments dropped.

“Still, thank you for this, Tio.” Nodding down with a smile. “It’s nice. I worried he’d be…deformed with stress.”

Tio nodded, “well, I wanted to make sure as well he was healthy. While I’m…not good with babies. I don’t mind trying to baby sit when he’s chubby and eating solids.”

“That’s very specific, Tio.” Isabela chuckled.

“Means they have a layer of protection and are less fragile. All I’d need to worry about is getting banana in his mouth than stress over a bottle of milk or… have anyone go for my flat chest.”

“No babies going to go after your chest, Tio.”

“You did!”

“When?!” Isabela flushed. She hadn’t been told this story…

“Three weeks old and your mother left me and your papa looking after you while she helped your Tia’s labor with Dolores.” Tio Bruno spoke, “You weren’t the only one. Camilo was the last one to try.”

The slight mood soured at the mention of him, her eyes turning away. “Has he been punished properly?” She asked tightly. She hadn’t really been told much but she had hoped his absence from town was a sign.

“He has…. But I don’t wanna…talk about it myself. It’s… everything that I know is secondhand.” Bruno flattened down the front of his ruana. “Don’t worry, your parents aren’t letting things slide. Your Tio isn’t either.”

Isabela lifted the vision from her lap and gently placed it down beside her. “Let me guess, Tia’s all on his defense about it?”

Bruno hesitated to answer which was enough of an answer in itself.

She rolled her eyes. “Good to know.” It certainly gave her an idea on who to avoid further… maybe avoid letting her near the baby; that belief could have killed him and she wasn’t going to allow for rewarding that belief with her child. Harsh but… she had to think of him as well.

“Oh, one thing before I go… most of the family has seen this vision. Not…Camilo or Dolores for obvious reasons. Only the adults really.” Bruno spoke nodding to the vision, “Antonio gave me his puppy eyes so… I let him see it.”

“He ran off with it?” Isa guessed.

“Yep.”

Well, at least Camilo didn’t get to see it, then it was…alright. Maybe it…wasn’t a bad thing but she could guess the other would try and get more snuggly with her. More than she was willing to accept.

Caring more for the baby, not for her. What a nice feeling….

It was light evening when Isa began to head towards down town to the Lopez’s house. It’d be good; she could leave this with Mateo to love until he decided on what he planned to do; she knew he wasn’t planning to live under a bed all day so… she had to wait and see what he wanted to do. This, she hoped would benefit him.

Her grandparents had melted and cooed at the sight of it for hours as they had dinner, Abuelito had officially gifted her the blanket and Isa had even dug out the hat from the present pile ready; to make sure she had it for him.

As she walked, she noticed a few people out and about still, the closing of a few stalls and the happy chatter, though she felt the looks and stares; more to the scars on her arm but no one came to talk to her about it.

“Isabela.”

“Oh fuck.” Isabela immediately changed from her casual walk straight to a fast pace down the street. “Leave me alone, Marquez”

“Where’s my brother? You got him stashed anywhere?”

Her name was called again but Isa ignored Sara Marquez with every fibre of her being up until she felt a harsh yank on her healing arm. There was a slit second hot flush before she realised the second half of that second that at least one of the three scars on her had reopened.

Immediately, Isabela turned and punched the woman directly in the face, cracking her in the nose with a hot spurt of blood.

“Oh you fucking bitch!” Sara roared falling back, her hands coming to her face as blood seemed to splatter down the front of her white blouse, “You broke my nose?!”

Isabela didn’t even entertain her beyond a “Don’t fucking touch me without my consent!” She hissed loudly; so people close could hear hurrying down towards Lopez’s house for another reason.

Fuck.

#lest the rot lingers au #isabela madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #encanto #encanto au

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immabethehero · 2 years

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Mirabel and Bruno?

Bruno has two wolves inside of him. One is begging him to do the right thing: to keep his sweet little mariposa sobrina Mirabel out of danger, to wrap her up in a little cocoon of love and happiness, to be her shield against all the bad forces of life. The other one wants him to just give into her puppy dog eyes and let her slide down the hill in her little homemade sled.

Finally, he kneels down at her eye level and says in a serious tone: “Your parents would not want you to be doing such a dangerous activity at such a young age.”

Her face drops. Bruno smiles. “Good thing I’m a tío.” He chuckles as Mirabel lights up and holds her hands out, wanting him to join in her fun.

“Ay, Mirabel, I don’t think we can both fit!” Bruno protests with a nervous laugh. Mirabel huffs and moves closer to the front of the sled to give him room. Big mistake. Immediately she begins tearing down the hill, screaming.

Bruno’s heart skips three or more beats (he’s not counting) as he begins running after Mirabel. It’s a sight to see, the “scariest” man in the Encanto running like an evil 60’s cartoon magician after a little girl on a sled. His ruana flows behind him like a phantom’s cape.

“MIRABEL! HANG IN THERE I’M COMING!” Bruno shrieks. He’s so caught up in making sure Mirabel is still standing that he doesn’t even notice the rock he’s about to trip over-

“EYIII-” Bruno flips onto his side and begins rolling down the hill, getting tangled in his ruana, bouncing and rolling down like a barrel of hay, screaming all the way.

“WHEEEEEEEE!!!!” squeals Mirabel, forgetting all about letting her uncle join in on the fun. The wind makes her hair fly behind her, her cheeks flap from the force, she feels like she can fly! Her glasses act as her goggles, keeping her from completely squeezing her eyes shut. She recalls her tío mentioning a thing called “airplanes” recently, is this what it’s like to be on one? If so, she loves it.

Speaking of her favourite old person in the whole wide world, is he still following her? She turns around to see how her tío is holding up. She gasps and yells, “WATCH OUT FOR THE TREE!”

Bruno hears her too late, and slams into the trunk of a tree, finally stopping his fall. He wheezes in pain as the wind is knocked out of him. That will definitely leave a bruise. He pushes himself up on shaky arms and glances at Mirabel. He double-takes. She’s about to crash into a tree as well!

“WATCH OUT FOR THE TREE!” he screams. Mirabel turns around-

THUD! The sled crashes against the tree trunk and Mirabel’s face follows not long after. Bruno cries out in horror and scrambles over to her, tripping over both rocks and his own legs as he stumbles down. He grabs Mirabel’s face and is horrified to see blood dripping down her face, a new cut on her forehead. Her glasses are broken and slide off her bruising cheek, the lenses are cracked. She’s lucky they didn’t shatter in her eyes.

“Miercoles, are you okay, Mirabel?!” Bruno frets. He gets a tiny thumbs up from the girl as she smiles, showing her teeth. A tooth has fallen out in the chaos. Great.

“Can we do that again?” Mirabel asks.

“Absolutely not,” Bruno says. Mirabel pouts. Bruno shakes his head and smiles. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat.”

Five minutes later, Mirabel chomps on an empanada while Bruno cleans the blood off her face with a cloth. The glasses sit beside Mirabel on the counter, the lenses cracked and the frame crooked and bent. She’ll have to get new ones.

“¿Te sientes mejor?” Bruno asks. Mirabel nods. She then turns to her glasses.

“Ay, lo siento,” Bruno mutters. “How about we go see the optometrist? I’m sure he has an extra pair.”

Mirabel nods and hops off the counter. Casita tosses her shoes to her. She grabs Bruno's ruana while he picks up her glasses and pockets them.

“Tío Bruno?”

“Hm?”

“Promise you won’t tell Abuela?” Mirabel whispers. Bruno gives her a puzzled look. Mirabel shares almost everything with Alma. How is this any different?

“Why are you asking me this?”

Mirabel hides her face in his ruana and whispers in the smallest voice ever, “This is the third pair I breaked.”

Bruno nearly chokes. The third?! “Wha- What happened the first two times?”

“The first was when I tried sliding down Casita’s bannister,” Mirabel explains. “The second time was when Camilo’s soccer ball flew into my face.”

“Oh… uh…” Bruno scrambles for words. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.”

Mirabel giggles. “Deal! Thanks, Tío Bruno, you’re such a good friend. I hope we never stop being friends.”

Bruno suddenly stops to bend down and give Mirabel another hug. “Do you think we’ll stop being friends? Of course not! No matter what happens, we stick together! You need anything, you come to me, Mariposa! I’m not going anywhere!”

Mirabel, unsure what to think of Bruno’s emotional word dump, simply hugs him back, content to be with her favourite person in the world.

“And that’s the story of how Mirabel broke her third pair of glasses,” Bruno says, beaming. 15-year-old Mirabel can only hide her face in her hands as her sisters and cousins laugh.

“OK, ok, I get it! I was more rebellious and reckless as a kid!” Mirabel protests, smiling.

“What, you think you improved over the years?” Isabela snarks. “Because last time I checked, hermanita, you were climbing into walls to find missing tíos and you made me sprout weird plants.” Beside her, Luisa and Dolores snort with laughter.

“Ha ha, funny,” Mirabel says.

“Welp, I’m off to zipline on my vines, anyone want to join me?” Isabela says, standing up.

Almost all hands go up. Isabela cackles with excitement and leads the way to her room.

Bruno gets up to go read in his room, only for Mirabel to grab his arm. He turns to her, puzzled.

“Thanks for never telling Abuela about my glasses,” she whispers to him, giggling. “And… for being a good friend, even after ten years apart.” Bruno smiles.

“Thanks for remaining friends with me after all these years,” he responds, embracing his niece. Mirabel warmly returns the hug.

When they pull out of the hug, Mirabel asks, “So… wanna join us in our ziplining races?”

“As your tío, I say that is a hazard to your physical wellbeing,” Bruno says in a stern tone. His serious face lasts for a second. “Also as your tío, I say it sounds dangerous, I’m in!”

:D First request complete! Prompts: “Do you think we’ll ever stop being friends?” “Sounds dangerous, I’m in”

#disney encanto #encanto #encanto fanfiction #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #apparently i can write #immabethehero

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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Oh my god, the attention! *drowns from attention overload*

As Mira is being passed around to each family member, they notice that she does one thing to all members besides her sisters: she holds the person's face, stares at them for a bit, then pats them on the cheek twice and lets out an approving babble then relaxes back in that person's hold.

She just finished that ritual with her Tio Bruno when Tio Felix jokingly says, "And the little senorita has deemed Bruno worthy of holding her."

That gets a chuckle out of everyone, but were then surprised by Mira looking at him and giving an affirmative "Gah."

Seems like she agrees with her Tio.

Dolores looks at her Abuela. "Can we all have a sleepover in my room, please? I don't want to sleep alone tonight."

Abuela smiles as she nods her head. "Yes, I think that's a great idea. No one should be alone after tonight's events. You children get changed in your night clothes while us adults gather what we'd need for it."

Dolores lets out a quiet squeak and drags her primas out of Abuela's room. Once the kids are out, however, Alma turns to the adults. "Tomorrow, things will change around here."

Bruno looks at his Mama while adjusting his hold on tiny so so tiny Mirabel. "What do you mean, Mama?"

Alma sighed as she looks at her trip- twins. Oh yeah, they're twins now. "I mean, after the accident, after encountering that lazy excuse of a farmer, I can finally see how much I have hurt this family."

Bruno and Pepa looked at each other, then at Alma. "Mama, it's okay. You didn't-"

"But I should have!" She interrupted. "I should have known to put mi familia before the community, before the Miracle." She sighs. "But I didn't. And now, because of my actions, my daughter, your triplet, is dead. And her little miracle baby won't know the amazing woman that is her mother." She says while gently stroking her hand on Mirabel's head. "I can't even imagine how much worse the two of you have had. Especially you, my Brunito." She caresses Bruno's cheek, which he leans into. "So, tomorrow, I will tell the town that we won't be available for the week, so we can prepare for the funeral and grieve. And during that time, I want you two to tell me everything that happened while you were growing up, everything about your powers, and how you want to help the Encanto. Even if it's only from Casita and you never set foot in town again." Alma said with a serious but loving look on her face.

Bruno and Pepa were both crying but still smiling. They finally will have their mother's full support on how they want to use their powers and shoulder to cry about EVERY SINGLE BAD THING THAT HAPPENED TO THEM! "Thank you, Mama."

Alma smiled as she hugged her ninos and nieta. Starting tomorrow, the family will finally begin to heal.

And Mirabel was gumming her Tio's ruana.

LETS GOOOOOOOO ALMA FIXING HER FAMILY‼️‼️‼️

Love that Abuela is actually trying now <3 I know that after the incident, she realized just how much she out her family through and genuinely wants to fix what she did. I doubt she’ll ever let it happen again, because she’s lost too many for it. I think she’d definitely listen to them and genuinely try to make an effort in improving their lives, mentally and emotionally.

#encanto #encanto au #au #my asks are open #my asks #encanto mirabel #encanto dolores #encanto isabela #encanto luisa #encanto felix #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto agustín #encanto alma #mamabuela #mamabuela au

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rinnysega · 11 months

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Whisper - A Gustavo and Julieta Drabble

Mirabel Madrigal snored quietly by the window, the decorative hand-knit afghan rising and falling with her breathing. She was small enough to fit on just one half of the loveseat, and the resident three-legged feline of the abode, Roto, slept quietly himself on top of the blanket by her feet.

Gustavo Pinheiro rocked in his chair by the fireplace, finishing up a doll he started crocheting earlier in the week. While it was still mid-day and too early for a fire, the sudden darkness and downpour after lunch put an end to their art lesson for the day, and so Gustavo sent the six-year old to take her afternoon nap a little early.

He hummed to himself, carefully fitting the green ruana over the body of the doll and with a few threads, sewed it in place to keep from falling. When he was finished, he stuck the needle in his mouth to hold while he adjusted his glasses to look over his little creation.

Not too bad, it looked as much like Bruno as far as his ailing memory was concerned.

A soft knock sounded against the quiet drums of the raindrops, and Gustavo carefully set the needle from his mouth to the pin cushion before grabbing hold of his cane.

At the front door upon opening it was Julieta Madrigal beneath a large umbrella.

“Hello, Gus,” she said with a tender smile. “Sorry for the rain. Pepa read a sad chapter of a novel and it’s been hard to keep it at bay today. I’ve come to pick up Mirabel a little early if that’s okay.”

“Of course,” he whispered a little. “Come in, she’s taking a nap in the living room right now if you want some tea before you go.”

Julieta nodded, understanding to keep quiet, as she stepped inside and closed the umbrella, setting it down against the wall. She followed her host into his kitchen when on the way she stopped for a moment to watch Mirabel sleeping peacefully through the storm.

Tea was poured and they both sat down to give Julieta a break from her journey.

“I’ve brought you these,” she said and handed over a fresh pouch of cookies for his leg pains.

“Thank you.” He wasn’t shy about eating one immediately - his supply had run out that morning and this weather always made him feel stiff. “I have something for you too.”

Julieta watched as he reached into his robe sleeve to produce a tiny doll of her missing brother.

“To go with me and Pepa you made last month?” she asked and carefully accepted it into her hands - as if it were a priceless treasure.

“Mhm. I know the past year’s been hard for you.”

Julieta looked it over as if trying to remember through the yarn and thread what he looked like now - if he still had the same hair. If he still had his green ruana.

“Thank you,” she told him and she held it close while Gustavo took a sip of his tea. “I have the others in my room on a shelf by Agustins’ piano. He’ll go right in the middle with me and Pepa.”

Gustavo smiled, glad to hear she liked it, but he watched her across the table as her smile faded into a somber expression.

“It’s okay to miss him,” he told her. “I miss him too.”

“I know you do...which is why I think you should keep it.” Julieta passed the doll back across the table. Gustavo held his hand out for it without much hesitation as she continued, “I’ll pay you for a second one if you can make another one to go with ours, but, you should keep this one.”

Gustavo brought the doll back and stared down at it in his palm, about the time a certain little girl stirred from her nap when she heard shushed whispers going on in the kitchen.

His thumb rubbed against the green ruana in a bittersweet nostalgia, and he looked at her with a few tears behind his glasses.

“Thank you, Julie.”

#rinny drabbles #encanto main AU #gustavo oc

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themountainsays · 2 years

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Bloodline omegaverse AU 👀

This is something I’m interested in. Which ranks would each of the madrigals be?

mmmmn I'd like to pick their ranks based on which would create a more interesting story/dynamic rather than the vibes I get from their personalities, and that means Isabela is an omega, always, because who doesn't like to see her suffer horribly? >:3c and at least one of them has to be an alpha in order for the arrangement to get arranged in the first place, so let's say Mira is an alpha. A baby alpha. She's probably a late bloomer and presented super late, so she's only now beginning to learn how to be a "good alpha", whatever that means. Considering how eager she is to please and make herself useful, I think she'd be the kind of alpha who is super nice and attentive and protective and takes such good care of everyone in the family. In her case, this means, like, making sure everyone drinks enough water, checking on everyone to see if anyone is sad, babysitting Antonio, escorting omega family members around town... speaking of, I imagine Alma would be an omega, but due to her personal history, she could never allow her to live the comfortable omega life, being taken care of and doten on by her alpha husband. Instead, she had to take on the leadership role, which she doesn't exactly feel comfortable in, but someone had to do it. Which is why she wants to give her omega granddaughter she life she never had... which is the same old interpretation that comes up in every omegaverse AU lmao but it's just too good and accurate to ignore. Though in this case, I wanna bring it up because I'm sure Mirabel is out there being a baby alpha and like, helping her cross the street and whatnot lmao.

As for everyone else.... mmm... I think Luisa would be a beta, even though, because of her gift, most people would have expected her to be an alpha... she's stronger than any alpha, because magic, but she stil feels inadequate, like she's not strong enough, or like she doesn't have the ability to protect everyone like she would if she were an alpha... She does have some "alpha behaviors", I guess, i.e being a highschool jock. But that's just how she is. She's lowkey jealous tiny little Mira got to be an alpha, but she's happy to help out with whatever she needs. In fact, despite having multiple alphas in the family, Luisa is still Mirabel's main role model. Mira learns the most from her and she wouldn't have it any other way.

As for their parents, mmmm, I'm gonna say beta Julieta and omega Agustín. Julieta being a beta means she was raised to keep peace and be the mature, responsible one, while other people could allow themselves more liberties... it can be frustrating, having her worth based on how well she can hold together her disfunctional family ;-; marrying an omega man was a small rebellion, though. Alma did not approve, believing they would struggle to have children, and that an omega man couldn't be a good match for her beta daughter, but she married him regardless. There is also the fact that Agustín was not part of the family, and it's tradition for them to "keep the blood pure". Alma 100% blames him for "dilluting the magic" and giving them a giftless child ;-;

Pepa and Bruno are both alphas, and they butted heads a lot, like soooo much omg THIS is what drove poor Julieta crazy, having two traumatized alphas for siblings, poor girl couldn't catch a breath because Pepa spent 23 hours a day bullying Bruno ;-;

Félix is canonically Alma's favorite son-in-law so I want him to be an omega too. Perfect match for Pepa being an alpha. Absolutely flawless. Of course, Pepa wasn't looking for an omega partner specifically, she fell in love with Félix because he was Félix, but Alma is out there thinking about grandchildren and stuff. It's also worth pointing out that, in this AU, because of the whole "keeping the bloodline pure", I imagine Félix would have been a second cousin or so. A bit more distant than what Alma would have wanted, and in fact, he doesn't have any magic, but Pedro didn't have magic either and their children still had magic, and she liked Félix so much and thought he was such a good match for Pepa, that she gave him a chance, and didn't regret it: unlike Agustín, he had three beautiful magical children.

Another note on Alma and Pedro: they were first cousins, and Alma in fact DOES have magic, though it's a bit less like powers and more like... the occassional ability to perform miracles? She performed a miracle and gave the family a new home, so there's that. Pedro didn't have any magic, but their family has been doing the "pure bloodline" for generations and while it doesn't work always, it's still a more reliable method than letting the magic be "dilluted". After Pedro's death though, Alma became obsessed with any following children having strong and powerful magic, to keep everyone safe...

#madrigalcest #shipcest #omegaverse #uhhh #bloodline au

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that-local-punk-kid · 2 years

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Papa!Bruno AU

Part 2, hope you like it

(1)

- - - -

Dolores is eleven.

She should be asleep, but she can't. There are some nights when there's too much noise. There are some nights when there's not enough.

Everything is awfully quiet. So quiet she can make out the heartbeat of the mice in the walls.

The adults were talking downstairs, in upset, rushed tones. She knews she shouldn't be listening. But she couldn't help. It's her gift, after all.

It was something about her primas. Tío Bruno seemed upset, angry even. They talked all at the same time, she hates when people do that.

But then tío Bruno went upstairs, to his room, and everything went quiet.

No, not everything.

She could hear her family's heartbeats, their holden breaths, the way they went back to their rooms, their feet so light they all seemed like ghosts.

But quieter, under all the other noises, there was this noise, the one that made her shiver.

Sand. Running down an hourglass, infinite, always falling.

The sound of sand followed her back to her bed, and into her restless dreams, and haunted her the whole night.

By morning, tío Bruno wasn't there anymore

- - -

Mirabel Valentina Madrigal has nothing. Not a gift, not a room, not a father. Not anymore. She has just her sister, and the weight of the family's disappointment

Marina Beatrice Madrigal has a lot of things, and all of them are bad. Anxiety, a missing father, and a curse. The only good thing is her sister.

Bruno runs. Runs from his problems, and from his fears, and from his guilt, and from his mother. Never from his children. He loves his daughters. He can't risk them being hurt because he's forced to give their profecy to Alma. So he is not there.

- - -

"Mira?"

When Mirabel opens her eyes, her twin is on the nursery's door. Her eyes glow green and gray, so lightly it's almost impossible to see.

Mirabel sits in her bed, now too big for only her, too cold.

"Can I sleep with you?", Mari asks, and when Mira goes to the side to make room for her, she sits by her sister. "I hate my room. It's cold and dark and scary, and... and papa is not here anymore. He made me sleep, and made my room feel not that scary"

"I'm sorry, Mari", Mira is almost crying. She doesn't have Dolores' hearing, but she knows enough. She doesn't get a gift, and papa leaves, and everyone looks at her either with disgust (that she hates) or pity (that she hates even more). It's her fault. It's written in every adult face. Especially Abuela.

"I miss papa..."

They are five years, three days and two hours old. They are alone.

They lay down, holding each other for dear life, like they have nothing else (they don't).

"Good night, Mira", Mari whispers.

"Good night, Mari", her sister whispers back, and start humming a song papa used to sing to them.

They both fall asleep in the nursery, just like four days ago, when they were four, and things were easier.

- - -

Bruno almost cry when he sees his daughters in the nursery, so little and lonely, and he almost regrets going to the walls.

But he is Bad Luck Bruno, and he can't risk cursing his children, his blessings.

So he tucks them in, covering their tiny bodies with blankets, and kiss their foreheads.

The twins shif in their sleep, and Mirabel smiles. She always smiles so easily. She is so pure and happy. He wonders if, had she been one of her sisters' kid, she would have a gift and be truly content.

He goes back to the walls, but only after making sure his kids are fine, and that their room is nice and organized. He can't help but think "their room". They never had been apart before.

In the morning, Mirabel tells her sister all about that dream she had, about papa singing to them and covering them and kissing them like he did every night.

She tried to tell her family about the nice dream too. They all seemed upset that her papa left, and even if it was her fault, she wanted to make them feel a little better. But all she received was a firm look from Abuela and a single sentence.

"We don't talk about Bruno"

#encanto au #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #papa!bruno #madrigal family #OC

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bernard-the-rabbit · 2 years

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Did you get enough love, my little dove

Why do you cry?

#bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno fanart #mirabel encanto #mirabel fanart #encanto #encanto fanart #my trashy art #i want bruno to hold tiny mirabel :((((

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ghost-in-a-flowercrown · 2 years

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sometimes i think about the fact that antonio's gift was kind of foreseen because he always really liked animals. like how did this play out with the others? how did they show their signs?

like just imagine all these chaotic tiny little under-5-year-olds

camilo, looking up to all his family member and wanting to be just like all of them at the same time, and also being super theatric, putting on little shows for everyone. no matter how bad they were (and they were usually bad), dolores would always clap the loudest

dolores always listening in on adult conversations she wasn't a part of, chiming in at random times. much to the adults' amusement, they called her their little recorder. she thought it was the coolest and whenever someone would swear she'd be like "i'm RECORDing!!"

isabela, perfect and kind and sweet but also adventurous. sneaking out into the wilderness whenever possible, loving to just exist with the plants and talking to them. julieta would always make sure to heal her before alma could notice her scraped knees.

luisa, trying to help everyone out really really young, constantly saying she could hold and help with things she clearly couldnt, and being upset that she couldn't do more . agustín would scoop her on his shoulders so she could reach higher places , which made her happy

julieta following alma around the kitchen before she was even old enough to walk, just watching with excited eyes, and having an intense sense of empathy for people. you always had to watch out with julieta, if you were crying she would quickly follow suit

pepa being obsessed with the skies, giving the stars her own names and trying to predict when it was going to rain. she was usually wrong but she didn't care, the few times she was right the triplets would get SO hyped

bruno, reclusive and shy, teased by the village kids a lot. in public he'd stay quiet, julieta and pepa coming to his rescue, but in private he'd be pleased with the idea that they would get what was coming to them. karma's a bitch, after all

and mirabel, who was always the one to get the family together, running down hallways yelling that it was mealtime or lights out or whatever it may be, always getting excited to be the big announcer

so basically i am thinking intensely about All of them

#the family madrigal #encanto #madrigal family #encanto hcs #encanto headcanons #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto disney #i love them #so much

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thegamingmonk · 2 years

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Encanto Headcanons #3

This family gives me so much brainrot, it's not even funny.

Dolores heard of ‘Ignorance is bliss’ and thought “Damn, must be nice-”.

All the triplets are one minor inconvenience away from snapping. Especially Julieta. Pepa and Bruno not so much since they let out their chaos more often than their sister.

Camilo gets his knife cat face from Pepa when she was younger.

Camilo is a full blown mommy's boy, born and raised. Nobody could hold him longer than 5 minutes unless it was Pepa when he was a baby.

Antonio more of a daddy's boy, Félix always helping his son adjust to his newly acquired gift. Dolores is close to both her parents; spoiled rotten by Félix and relating the most to Pepa.

Out of boredom and fun, Félix and Agustín would try playing cards (Go Fish) with each of the baby grandkids to see who would get the concept faster. Mirabel was the fastest to understand.

For personal reasons, Isabela is banned from playing uno, monopoly, and any other family-ruining games.

Pepa, Dolores, and Julieta can only play for so long until they become problems too.

To everyone's surprise, the Cool sister's competitive nature comes from Julieta. Agustín doesn't have a single competitive bone in his body. Meanwhile Julieta gets so invested in a game of Monopoly that it's slightly terrifying.

Nobody knew where Mirabel got her sassiness from until they encountered a very tired and almost-done-with-life Julieta.

The Cool sisters have moments where they inherited Agustín’s accident-prone nature. The amount of convincing Isabela has to do to get Mirabel and Luisa to not laugh about her tripping over her own plants.

Now that I think about it, all the Madrigals are clumsy in their own ways (we see from young Alma, Bruno, Camilo, Pepa, Mirabel, and of course, Agustín our accident prone king). It just runs in the family. Thanks Alma.

When Isabela started experimenting with creating four leaf clovers, best believe Bruno was on that market.

For the first couple of weeks that Bruno came back, Luisa became his Madrigal-assigned bodyguard to protect him from the weary/angry/jackass villagers reacting to his return. Really, she just wanted to be around her tio again and volunteered to do it.

Bruno didn't mind too much, but it does do something to your confidence when your sobrina ends up being your protection.

More or less, this led to a lot of uncle-niece bonding time consisting of the two helping around the village, sitting under trees, and relaxing during Luisa-mandatory breaks.

Luisa starts to really like rats. She finds them so cute and tiny with their weird tails.

Anytime Pepa snows, Camilo thinks its funny to just make her a mini snowman army in the snow piles she leaves. At first she didn't find it amusing to just turn around and see a bunch of snowmen but now actually turns out quite fond of them.

You know how when Elsa is sick, she makes snowgies? That but it's Pepa being sick and she makes "cloudbebes".

Dolores, Félix, and Antonio adores them. Camilo finds them annoying since they always zap him with static.

That's only if she has a small cold. Pepa with a fever probably sets up the movie "2012".

Mirabel, Félix, and Dolores could honestly be a band if they wanted to. Félix on guitar, Mirabel on accordion, and Dolores on piano. Abuela is considering Madrigal concerts with the three.

During a card game with Camilo, Mirabel, and Dolores, Alma decided to join it. Halfway through the session, it turned into Alma teaching the kids her skills on how she wins every game. You don't live this long and don't learn a thing or two.

Mirabel knows a few magic tricks from wanting to prove she can do magic as well in the family.

The trick where a card appears out of thin air always gets Camilo.

Dolores is still trying to figure out how in the world that peso got behind her ear without her hearing it.

Sometimes when everyone's schedule is just absolutely flooded, the adults trust Casita enough for babysitting duty (Casita the best babysitter).

Casita was the mvp of the whole movie.

Casita "Imma be Mirabel's main supporter through the entire movie" Madrigal.

Mariano instantly fit in as one of the grandchildren, nobody even questioned it.

He starts to hang around the Casita and stay for dinner more and more often. Abuela doesn't know if this is purely for Dolores or just because he's attached to this family.

Catch Mariano letting Antonio sit on his shoulders ever so casually at almost a constant basis.

A whole family discussion could be happening and Mariano is standing there with Antonio playing with his stuffed jaguar on the Guzman's shoulders.

Bruno is not one for confrontation but if anyone was to mess with any of his family, he's ready to whip up the most horrific prophecy to scare the life out of the person at hand.

One would think Bruno is not good with kids due to his social anxiety, but he's fantastic with them. He misses all the time he could've had with his nieces and nephews during his time in the walls.

Bruno regrets missing out on his sobrinas' quinces. He wishes to make up for that lost time and dances some day. (Unsure if males have a similar thing, but if so, he'd regret missing Camilo's as well) (also also let me know cause I'm genuinely curious and don't trust Google).

Everyone fears Bruno disappearing again, but one of the Madrigals who fear it the most is Antonio. He just got his tio, that he didn't even know was around, back and is firmly attached to the man. If Bruno can disappear once, he could again, and that's what scares Antonio the most. If he goes without seeing Bruno for a whole day, he starts to panic and worry. This often leads to a Bruno-Antonio sleepover in the youngest's room; rats invited!

If anyone tells me Casita is not a Madrigal family member, we fighting on sight. Anyhoos~

If anyone Colombian or Latino would like to let me know more about the culture, I would absolutely love that! Movies like Encanto gets me so interested into learning about other cultures (a reason why I want to travel the world one day). That's it for now!

#encanto #encanto headcanons #la familia madrigal #mirabel madrigal #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #casita madrigal #mariano guzman #disney #i love this family very much

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ichigobunsss · 2 years

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Te Deseo Lo Mejor (pt1)

Bruno Madrigal x O/C Fluff/Angst

The night of Mirabel's Gift Ceremony was a night many did not forget. But for Valeria.. it was the night her beloved husband disappeared...

Everyone was frozen in shock as Mirabel's door slowly vanished from sight. She had looked up at Alma with tears in her eyes, not understanding why a gift wasn't given. But Alma had no answer, but she knew who might. She had taken Mirabel back to her parents, who were watching from the side in complete disbelief, before making an excuse to continue on with the party. Many were dumbfounded, but as music began to play through the house, the guest began to chat and some even dance as if nothing had happened.

Valeria and Bruno however were still staring at the empty space where Mirabel's door should have been by now. Still processing everything that just happened.

"Brunito.." Valeria started. "I.. I don't understand, how could this happen?" she said, turning to her husband. His eyes were focused on the door, but he turned back to her as she spoke, clutching on to his arm slightly.

"I don't know Amor..Maybe.. it's not her time yet?" he said with a slight shrug. Well at least someone was being positive about this... But she shook her head.

"She's already five, And how is everyone just dancing around-"

"Tia! Tia!" a small voice yelled out. She was pulled from Bruno by her skirt by a pair of tiny hands. When she looked down, she was met with Camilo's big brown eyes peeking up at her.

"Camilo, qué paso? Estás bien?!" she said brushing her hand through his curls. Her nerves were up and running as her thoughts raced around her niece. Camilo blinked up at her and nodded his head.

"Si, but where is Mirabel? Why didn't she get a door?" he asked innocently and a bit too loudly. A few guests that were surrounding them had glanced over at her. Clearly they wanted an answer as well. Valeria looked back at Bruno, who gave her a small shrug, not knowing what to say either.

"I.. ah.. I don't know Camilo." she said, lowering her voice. "Donde estás tu mamá?" she asked, looking around for Pepa as she reached down to lifted him into her arms.

"She ran to Tia and Tio with Papa. And Dolores won't come out from her room, she said it's too loud." He said, as he began playing with the necklace around her neck. The bright green gem that Bruno had gifted her already distracting Camilo as he twiddled it around his small fingers.

Bruno stepped toward the pair of them and gave her a small smile as his arm snaked around her waist. He pinched Camilo's nose with the other and Camilo's small giggles and snorts made the pair of them laugh.

"Ya, Tio look, I could turn into you!" said Camilo as he shook his head roughly against her. She held onto his back so he wouldn't fall back, but she was met with him forming Bruno's bright glowing green eyes and nose and a little bit of his beard. Camilo had only formed half of Bruno's face. She laughed loudly and Bruno shook his head beside her.

"I do not look like that." huffed Bruno, trying to hold in his laughter. But Camilo giggled and continued shaking his head and sticking out his tongue at his Tio. If it wasn't for the fact Camilo was her nephew, the three of them looked like a family of their own.

"Ay, que lindos! Oh, Bruno when are you two going to have children? Honestly it's about time already!" said one of the Señoras that spotted the three of them. Bruno's eyes widened and a red hue appeared on his cheeks.

"Ah, Senora, well m-my wife and I-" Bruno struggled, but Valeria quickly spoke up.

"Whenever we feel like it." she stated calmly, not taking her eyes off Camilo. The Senora huffed, and went on to others in the party. If it was one thing she hated, it was pressure to pop out babies as soon as two of them had gotten married. Bruno squeezed her side as a thank you, and she smiled over at him lovingly. But their moment was short lived as Alma appeared behind him.

"Bruno. Vamos, I need to speak with you." she said firmly, but quiet enough for the guests not to hear. Bruno immediately tensed beside Valeria as he turned to look at his mother, before glancing back over to his wife, a worried look in his eyes.

"I-I'll be right back." he said, a tremble in his voice. Valeria frowned, and glanced at Alma from behind Bruno's shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at her, as if to challenge her authority, but Valeria looked back at Bruno and gave him a chaste kiss, earning a groan from Camilo. Sure, she respected and loved Alma, but she didn’t always agree with how she treated her sons.. her husband's gift.

"Hurry back." she whispered against his lips. Bruno gave her a small smile before turning to Alma as she led him away from the party, already whispering in his ear. Valeria watched as Alma led him up the grand stairs, but Camilo tugged on her shoulders for her to listen to him, pulling her eyes away from them.

"Tíaaa, por favor dance with me! I'm soooo bored!" said Camilo, as he dramatically sighed. Valeria laughed and nodded her head.

"Ya, okay, okay!" she said. When she glanced back up to the stairs, Bruno and Alma were already gone. She tried to ignore the tense pit forming in her stomach, as Camilo jumped from her arms and pulled her to the dance area.

Something did not feel right.

Bruno hadn't returned till late that night. Everyone had already left the Casita and the air was cold and quiet. The flash of Mirabel's door fading playing over and over in Valeria's head as she gazed out the window and into the night sky.

Thinking she was already asleep, the door of the room slowly creeped opened and Bruno quietly tiptoed inside backwards, but froze as he turned once he saw she was sitting by the window. The moonlight peering through the windows being the only thing lit in the room.

"Querida, I-I thought you were sleeping.." he said, closing the door behind him gently.

"I was waiting for you.. Are you alright?" she asked, getting up from her seat and making her way over to him. As she got a closer look at him, his eyes looked tired, and there was a trace of smeared dried blood under his nose. She cupped his face in her hands and he let out a sigh, his shoulders dropping from their tense stance.

"Bebe, what happened? Estás bien?" she asked worriedly.

"Si, si." he said. "I was doing visions for... Alma." he said quietly. Her eyebrows furrowed. He never called his mother by her name unless he was angry. .

"Bruno, what do you mean visions? How many did she make you do?" she said, pulling him towards the bed.

“She had.. questions about Mirabel's door. I-I asked if she could wait till tomorrow, then we got into a fight and . . Ah well, it doesn't matter now." he said, flopping his back down on the bed with a huff.

"Ay Dios, Bruno. You know I hate it when she forces you to do so many. Doesn't she know it hurts you?" she said, laying down next to him.

But Bruno stood quiet as he stared up at the ceiling in deep thought.

"Bruno?"

He blinked out of his small daze, and glanced over at her. Reaching up, his fingers lightly traced her furrowed brow as she stared at him. He glanced down at the gold chain that hung around her neck, the green gem staring back at him with a shimmer.

"Te amo.." he whispered. Valeria sighed, and leaned into his hand.

"Y yo a ti, mi amor." she replied. He smiled sadly at her and lifted himself up to brush his lips against hers. Valeria happily responded to his kiss, but pulled back when she felt wetness on his face. Tears were silently falling down his face, as his eyes glowing slightly.

"B-Bruno, Que paso-" she tried, but Bruno quickly wiped the tears from his face.

"Nada, nada." he said shaking his head quickly and smiling, pulling her back to kiss her again.

"Te amo." he repeated against her lips. She tried to reply but he rolled on top of her, as he began ravaging her neck with sloppy, desperate kisses. She knew he was hiding something, but his kisses and little nibbles against her neck were starting to distract her from that.

"Te amo.. Te amo, Mi cariño...Mi vida.." he said over and over again against her flushed skin. His hands wandered under her nightgown and squeezed her body closer to his, as if someone would take her away from him. It was rare when Bruno took control like this, so Valeria let him roam her body as he wished. Her thoughts no longer focused on the nights dreadful events, only on Brunos soft touches and gentle whispered sweet nothings against her skin, as he took her for his.

Later that same night, he had slipped away from her arms as she slept. Nothing but a whisper of love and a kiss against her brow. He had silently begged the Casita not to wake her, as he felt the tiles begin to nudge him away from the door. It was as if the home was begging him not to leave. But Bruno took one last look at her peaceful sleeping form. Forcing his eyes away from Valeria, he turned with tears in his eyes and into the darkness of the Madrigal home.

"Please, forgive me, Mi vida.."

🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀 🌿 🐀

Well that was depressing😭

I had this random thought in my head of Bruno redoing his vision over and over again about Mirabel, but it always turning out the same :(

IDK IT'S JUST A THOUGHT!

Also I think Camilo was the same age as Mirabel?? So that's why he sounds like he's a tiny bb lololol.

Hope you enjoyed :,)

https://ichigobunsss.tumblr.com/post/673240497765187584/and-thats-why-no-se-habla-de-brunito

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zzzzzzzzzzoom · 2 years

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Encanto AU: What if Mirabel left the Encanto?

mirabel leaves the encanto, probably because she's tired of being judged as the useless madrigal, tired of her small town, wanting to see more of the world

(or she is exiled by abuela, but that might be too cruel; the madrigals still love each other yknow)

she crosses the river, climbs down the mountains, and finds a new town, who welcome her with open arms.

mirabel's got that energy, that charisma, that charm that draws people to her, but since she was always living in the madrigal's shadows, she never truly got to shine

(but the stars don't shine, they burn. and oh how mirabel dazzles them.)

she helps around the town, she tells stories, she spreads warmth like the sun. the town is drawn into her orbit, and so, they help make a new home for mirabel. they all construct the new house brick by brick, just for her. it's no casita, with only the bare minimum for a lone girl, but she loves it

and when it's finally done... she is gifted a wooden butterfly, a mariposa. a symbol of their town and their acceptance of mirabel as one of their own

she gratefully accepts, tearing up, and she hangs the butterfly on the door like all the other villagers.

and then the most magical thing happens.

golden sparks burst from the butterfly, spreading through mirabel's fingertips, and she knows this feeling!

the tiny house lights up, magic flowing through it, and then it spreads through the town like an ocean tide. in the midst of the villagers' amazement, a window waves at her, and mirabel can't help but smile.

"Hola, Casita," she says, surprised but delighted.

the wooden butterfly is glowing gold now, and mirabel decides to keep it on the door, not holed up in a big house, held too closely. she touches the doorknob, and magic flows from her fingertips, like she had wanted and waited for so desperately since she first learned about the encanto.

the door forms a picture of her, smiling, with a butterfly pin in her hair, and more butterflies adorning the sides like a hurricane of them just waiting to fly free. she opens the door and sees a room she's only dreamed of, but could never get back in her stifling, broken house.

she wonders how the miracle reached her here, and she thinks she hears casita say "the miracle is you"

BONUS:

(back in the Encanto, the magic disappears completely. no one can use their gifts, casita is just a normal house, and alma is terrfied. her worst dream coming true, they're no longer worthy of the miracle—

bruno shows himself, and before alma can jump to conclusions and blame him for coming back and ruining everything, he presents the family two visions

one is mirabel standing in front of the broken casita, the vision that made him leave all those years ago. and the other is a new one he saw accidentally, right before their magic got cut off.

this vision shows mirabel holding a golden butterfly, before a new house.

"Mirabel was our real gift. She was holding this family, and our magic, together. And we didn't realize it until we let her go."

"The candle chose to follow her. I say we respect that decision.")

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto headcanons #encanto au #mirabel madrigal #mirabel-centric! the candle and the butterfly in bruno's vision are the exact same color #so i think if the magic followed mirabel #it would manifest in the form of a butterfly #and that's it! i hope this hasnt been done before lol #my encanto brainrot is still ongoing <33 #i wanted to also draw a parallel to alma uniting the town thru her leadership and sense of responsibility #and mirabel uniting people with her empathy and overwhelming desire to *help* people if that makes sense :)

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oh-no-a-whovian · 2 years

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Two more lonely people Part 4

NSFW 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) tiny bit of smut but nothing graphic. Any others let me know please.

Word count: 3252

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Breathy moans and whispered praise, the way he begs shooting butterflies throughout your stomach. His curly salt and pepper hair spread out through the grass like a halo. The feeling of his hands gripping your hips tight as you slowly ride him, the feeling of him filling you, driving you wild. Ecstasy at its finest.

Evening air cools your skin and the tall waving grass tickles your legs, sending shivers up your spine and covering your skin in goose bumps. The feeling of him beneath you, moving inside you, keeps you warm to the core. You whisper dirty words in his ear and he moans your name in return, desperate to touch every part of you. So close. So very close.

A knocking startles you awake making you hiss in pain at the jolting movement. The sun shines bright through the blinds, a lot higher than when you usually wake up. It’s been a week since everything happened and most of the town is at the Madrigal’s casita, rebuilding what was destroyed, making the markets a lot quieter than usual, just light murmurs when normally there’s shouting and bartering all around.

“You better not be moving! I’ll get it!” your mother calls out to you, making you pause in your movements with a huff. The first few times that someone knocked on the door you had tried to get up and answer it, much to the annoyance of your mother. You’re not used to sitting for so long, usually helping in one way or another. And most of the visitors were for you anyway so you don’t see why you couldn’t just answer the door. Dolores, Isabela, Mirabel and Camilo, all visiting you multiple times with flowers or treats, anything they felt might help you heal and be back by their sides. Dolores even had your favourites made and Camilo tagged along to pretend he had helped. “Bruno! I heard you’d returned… what are you doing here?” you hear your mother say in a curious tone, your face flushing red at the mention of his name.

“I umm… I hadn’t had a chance to visit…” he says. “She uh saved my life and I w-wanted to thank her. Oh! I brought flowers!” you smile as you picture his face, holding the flowers out like they’re the most amazing things and that’s the reason your mother should let him in.

That man has been plaguing your dreams for the past week, a mixture of the moment you’d saved him and your minds own fantasies. Making you weak and desperate only to wake with moisture between your legs, unsatisfied. You’ve been wishing he would visit, secretly wanting to know he’s ok, though you’re not sure what to do now that he has. Especially since you just woke up from one of those dreams.

“[Y/N], sweetie, are you awake?” your mother asks knocking on your door.

“Yeah mama” you call out, coughing and swearing from the strain, wrapping your arm around your torso. You look up as your door creaks open, revealing your mother and Bruno with a bouquet in his hands, his eyes wide and shy. “Hey!” you smile wide at the sight of him and try to sit up, growling when they both race to stop you, concern plastered on their faces as you wince in pain.

“You don’t need to sit up on my account” Bruno tells you with a shy smile, staring down at the flowers he brought as he takes a step back.

“I’ll be out here” your mother announces, leaving you and Bruno alone in your room.

“Are those for me?” you tilt your head, looking at the bouquet in his hands.

“Oh! Ye-yes! I didn’t know what type you liked so I asked Isabela and she said that you prefer ones with not much pollen and that she’d have made some up if she had her gift, but she doesn’t so she couldn’t. so, I went to one of the artists in town and they made these ones out of silk and scented them with an oil, and I hope you like them!” he rambles, gesturing wildly as his thoughts run wild. You try not to smile to widely at the flustered man, but as he continues to hold the flowers instead of giving them to you, you can’t help the curve of your lips. He’s adorable.

“Can I have them?” you huff with a smirk.

“Oh yes! sorry” he flushes, handing them to you and backing up to a respectable distance again.

“they’re beautiful. Thank you.” You tell him, sniffing the oils upon the cloth petals, all your favourite scents soaked into the stunning arrangement. “You can sit if you’d like.” You offer, tapping the space beside you on the bed. He fiddles with ruana as he glances between the space you offered and the direction your mother had gone. “Come on” you tap again, watching as his resolve to keep the distance crumbles.

Trying not to jostle you, he sits gently beside you, knocking on the wood of your bed frame beside his leg and holding his breath for a moment. he’s trying to be such a gentle man, keeping a respectable distance from you, sitting by your knee instead of by your hip where you wanted him to.

“I’m happy to see you didn’t go back into hiding.” You tell him, nudging him with your knee and immediately regretting it as your ribs shift. Fuck it sucks that they all lost their gifts, just when you could use Julieta’s.

“Can’t hide in the walls when there’s no walls.” He shrugs, watching your face with concern as you breathe away the pain. “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t of landed on you, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” he sighs, planting his face shamefully in his hands, pulling on his own hair in stress.

“Hey!” you sit up, ignoring his panicked look as you take his hands in your own. “Those chunks of building would have fallen that way no matter what. If I wasn’t there, then a lot worse could have happened to you, ok? I’m a lot more ok with being injured over you being dead.” You admit. You’d be devastated if any of them had been lost in the ruins of their home. “Besides, I quite like all the attention I’ve been getting.” Your smirk switching to a grimace as you scoot back to lean against the headboard. Breathe in and out, the pain will fade, just have to breathe. “All my favourite food and a tonne of gifts brought straight to my door; I’m living the life right now.” You joke as you rub your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to lighten his mood, though the guilt doesn’t leave his face.

“Still… I cannot help but feel it is my fault. I am bad luck after all.” He admits, looking down at his hands in yours.

“Come here I want to tell you something.” You say, curling your finger to make him come closer. “Little more.” He moves even closer, his green eyes wide and unsure but also curious. Gently you place your finger under his chin like you had in his hidden room, pressing a little with your thumb holding him in place. “don’t you ever think that. You are not bad luck no matter how much you’ve been told so.” You demand, firm on your views, smiling at the blush that spread across his cheeks. Making a decision that you hope you won’t regret, you lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek, far closer to his lips that you probably should have.

His face flushes red as you release him and he backs up, stuttering gibberish and knocking on the wood of the bed once more. You can’t help but feel dejected as he unceremoniously says bye before practically running out of the house.

Is what you’ve been feeling really wrong? Are you just really that far off of your understanding? You’re not exactly inexperienced when it comes to men. A few one-night stands that you didn’t let get any further than that. But perhaps you were right… his reaction was just from being alone for so long. He doesn’t want you too, it was just in your dreams.

You place the silk flowers he brought onto your nightstand and struggle onto your side, looking out the gap beside the curtain. You lay like that for hours, listening to the people in the market and watching as a bird flies past. Why’d your own dreams make you think there was something there?

~~~~~

“I’m not a complete invalid, Isa!” you growl as your friend pushes your wheelchair up the hill toward the destroyed casita, not allowing you to get up and walk. “I broke my ribs, not my legs!” you huff.

“I wanted to bring you out, but your mother’s condition was that you stay in the wheelchair. So, in the wheelchair you stay. Maybe once we’re up there you can walk a little.” Isabela says, so proud of herself for following your mother’s request.

“I still think it’s stupid…” you growl. “I’m practically healed! Apparently, I heal faster than most people.” You lower your voice, not wanting the people you’re passing to hear. “I feel fine.”

“Best not to mention that to anyone else, eh?”

“Mierda, I hope you guys get your powers back when el casita is rebuilt.” You groan. “Not sure what I’m gonna do if you don’t. I’d never be able to shift within the town again. And there goes my job! I haven’t exactly learnt anything else!” you whisper shout, just loud enough for her to hear.

“it’ll be fine” your friend smiles, tugging on a piece of your hair, hinting for you to hush.

“¡la princesa regresa!” Camilo shouts when he spots you, drawing the attention of all around him. “How is your recovery?” he asks as he steals your wheelchair from Isabela, pushing you away from your friend.

“This is why I didn’t want to use the wheelchair! I’ve been stolen!” you joke as he pushes you up on to the new foundation. Isabela and a few others laugh at your words but only one really caught your attention. To your right, beside the beginnings of a wall, Bruno sits with a bucket on his head making spackle. You smile but turn away quickly, the memory of him running off a week ago making your heart hurt. “I’ve been healing well, Camilo. I think I’ll be fine in about a week but there’s no real knowing.”

“that’s good! Dolores and Isabela have not stopped going on about how much they miss you.” He tells you spinning your wheelchair on the spot. Something tells you they weren’t the only ones.

“Stop it, Camilo.” Isabela says, snatching the handles back from him. “you’re gonna make her sick and then it’s gonna be even longer. Go and help one of the adults”

“Fine.” He groans, rolling his eyes at his cousin. “See you later princesa.” He winks.

“Ugh, he’s obsessed!” Isa says as she pushes you to a spot in the shade. “I just need to check if mi mama or abuela is in need of help will you be okay here?” she asks.

“si. I will be fine.” You pinch your nose, tired of being treated like you can’t take care of yourself. This may be the worst injury you’ve ever had and definitely the longest you’ve had one, but you can still take care of yourself. You’re pretty much the apex predator.

You sigh as she walks away, planting your face in your palm, pinching the bridge of your nose. You just want to go for a run. This is probably the longest in years that you’ve spent in human form too and to say it’s frustrating is an understatement. At least it’s a full moon tonight.

“Not a big fan of being taken care of, are you?” you hear a voice before you say, and you peek through your fingers to see Bruno kneeling in front of you, a small smile on his lips.

“I prefer it the other way around.” You tell him, glancing to see if anyone is listening. You’re kind of glad that Dolores doesn’t have her powers at the moment. “I’m surprised that you’ve come to talk to me, giving how you ran out of my house the other day.” You say not meeting his eye.

“i-I’m sorry… you caught me by surprise is all.” He says quietly.

“All that stuff I got you was squished by the building collapsing, wasn’t it?” you huff in amusement as you look back at him, a smile on your lips, silently telling him that he’s forgiven. The ache in your ribs is minimal now. Breathing, laughing or even existing doesn’t hurt as much as it did.

“We found the shirts.” He laughs, lifting the collar of the one he’s wearing to show you. “But si, everything else is in the rubble.”

“Are all of your rats okay?”

“Si.” He grins, glad that you care for his little rodent friends. “I’m umm glad you’re feeling better.”

“[Y/N]!” Isabela shouts as she races toward you, stopping you from replying. “I’ve found a way for you to be helpful!” she tells you, a big grin on her face. “Do you mind if I take her tio Bruno?” she asks not wanting to be rude to her tio by dragging you away mid conversation.

“Si. Of course.” he smiles as he stands, reaching into his pocket and throwing salt over his shoulder out of habit. “See you around.” He waves as Isa wheels you away and you wave back, your heart racing.

“So how am I helping?” you ask as you’re pushed along.

“You are gonna help abuela oversee the tilers.” She grins.

“Fun…” you say sarcastically, your eyebrow raised. You almost wish you’d stayed home or that you could help Bruno instead.

~~~~~

It only hurt for a moment, your bones cracking to place as your body shifted. It felt fine once your body fully changed, massive paws replacing your feet and the white fur covering your body. You bounce and spin around excitedly, your tail wagging in the air. Your body feels amazing. You race through the trees excited to do so many things though the night. A thousand scents fill your nose and you want to follow them all.

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Bruno’s POV

He can feel every part of her. See her as she pins his hands above his head, her hair falling like curtains around him. He can’t focus on anything but her above him, surrounding him, touching him in all the right ways. All he can do is beg for more.

The glow of green surrounds her as she takes what she wants from him and he gives her all he can. He can hear voices all around, but he doesn’t focus on them. She’s the only thing he wants.

A gunshot rings in his ears and the vision of her above him fades into green clouds. He rises to try to find her again but the voices race in, deafening him. ‘You really are bad luck’ ‘I needed you!’ ‘it’s all your fault!’ ‘she’s been shot!’ ‘Help her’ ‘why isn’t she waking up?’ ‘she’s a monster!’ ‘she’s dead because of you!!’ ‘I love you’ ‘no matter what’

He launches forward in his cot, his heart racing as the dream fades. It was just a nightmare, he breathes. He doesn’t have his powers and even if he did, they’ve never shown in his dreams like that. Right? He tries to remember it all, but the second half seems to fade faster than the first. All his mind wanting to conjure is the pleasure of her above him.

He rises from his cot, rubbing his hand over his face as he steps out of the little tent that he’d opted to use instead of staying in someone else’s home. He takes in the fresh night air, the full moon sitting high in the sky, shining down upon him with beautiful silver rays. He catches sight of white fur, smiling at her chasing butterflies in the moonlight. He doesn’t want to think of his nightmare for another minute.

He’s been trying to fight what he’s been feeling but his dreams over the past week haven’t helped. Images of her touching him, wanting him. He knew he was lonely in the walls but having such lustful thoughts about his nieces’ best friend after she showed him the tiniest piece of attention is a bit far.

Especially since she was probably just being nice. She probably felt bad when she found out he was in the walls, and she was grateful for the flowers he had brought to thank her. She’s just a young woman trying to be kind to the village outcast, and his stupid lonely brain is trying to turn it into something else.

He casts his gaze back to where he last saw her, realising he’d stopped paying attention to the world around him as he spun circles in his mind. Not spotting the massive wolf right away he looks around the clearing and down to the tree line, seeking out her soft white fur in the darkness. His heart rate beats faster in his chest as he searches, voices from his dream shouting terrible thoughts into his head, his anxiety spiking with each new horrible outcome they concoct.

Bruno breathes a sigh of relief when he finally spots her, sniffing and digging at the pile of rubble by the casita. He watches her for a moment, curious as she digs, one of his rats sitting upon her head. ‘That rat must really like her’ he muses.

Yawning, he moves to go back into his tent, ready to get the last stretch of sleep before continuing the rebuild in the morning. He notices [Y/N]’s tail wag furiously as she digs, and he pauses to see why she’s so excited. Ever so gently she pulls an item from the rubble, trying not to tear it with the jagged pieces of stone and wood. With a prideful stance she trots toward him, a blanket clasped in between her sharp teeth. The blanket she got for him that had been lost in the ruins of his home.

Slowly he reaches out, lips parted as she drops her gift into his hands, a massive grin on her canine face. His heart melts as she stares at him, seeing the young woman shining bright behind a wolfs eyes.

“Thank you” he says as he pats the side of her head, pretending he doesn’t notice how she leans into his touch. would she do the same in human form? “Goodnight, [Y/N]” he blurts, yanking his hand away at the thoughts of her human form arising again. He can’t keep thinking those things, she’s half his damn age!

He grips the blanket tight as he goes back into the tent, only sparing a glance to the wolf. He can’t tell what thoughts are going through her head as she looks to the ground. He almost thinks she looks sad or maybe just lonely.

As he lies back down in his cot, the blanket still in his grip, he prays for restful dreams or no dreams at all. He can’t keep fighting off such vivid dreams. He can’t keep chastising himself for these thoughts, they need to stop.

A/N: first taste of some lemons! Next part will have heaps more! Remember this is an nsfw series! Don’t expect only sunshine, flowers and sex though ;) i'm going to try have an actual schedule, we’ll see how long that lasts. I'll be posting on Saturdays Australian time :) Please like and reblog to share the love!!!

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