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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 1 year

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Hey, I sent in this ask and Tumblr ate it, so here it is:

You know how Yuu getting turned into a child because of a potion accident or a spell mishap is a pretty popular trend in twst headcanons and imagines. I'm thinking about the same scenario with Yuu while she's on her shift in the club. It either happened because of one of Von Drake's inventions accidentally zapping Yuu or someone was messing with Fairy Godmother's wand again.

I mean the chaos and panic that would ensue in the club when Yuu gets hit by a spell gone wrong, and she straight up disintegrates except for her clothes. Everyone's like "OH NO, WE KILLED OUR KID!" And Donald's reaction is like this. But then the clothes start shuffling, and they all find a cute baby Yuu.

If you thought they clubgoers were bad before when it came to competing for the custody over Yuu, it's worse now. Hell, even Mickey is twitching to grab his sorcerer hat and keyblade. Any disney character who's a parent are fighting over on who gets to hold Yuu next. Pepa Madrigal is summoning a biblical storm outside because Triton was taking too long holding Yuu, and it's supposed to be her turn. The parent characters all miss holding a baby.

"Your five minutes are up! Let me hold her!"

The couples are all high on baby fever when they get to hold Yuu. I can see Ariel really missing when Melody was a baby and turning to Eric to say that they should have another kid.

The villains to Yuu: Come to the dark side we have cookies.

I can see just cuddling with the Winnie-the-Pooh characters since they're technically anthropomorphic stuffed animals and soft enough to sleep on.

Even characters who I don't see as parent types take to Yuu so well. Gaston finally gets a turn, and he gets quiet. For the next five minutes, his hubris goes away, and he's so gentle with Yuu. Belle and Adam are in awe because that's what got him to shut up? I mean they get it. Yuu is adorable but still.

Lol. I think went too far with this ask.

"Oh no, we killed our kid!" *Side eyes the villains* it's not like any of you have ever attempted child murder before

That Donald link is everything and it is now canon that that is exactly his reaction when Yuu, his nephews and Max are in danger (I've never watched Ducktales so I don't know if there are any other kids Donald hangs out with)

I absolutely love de-aging fics. It's been one of my favourite tropes in practically every fandom I've been in. I actually did have this one story line I was brainstorming in my head during this very long car ride where some magic caused Yuu, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Azul and Epel to de-age to around 6-7-8 and the NRC students had to deal with that (it kind of played along the lines how the day before the magic accident Yuu said that if she met the NRC gang when she was younger, her younger self definitely would've wanted to be friends with them - there was even this scene where smol Yuu 'meets' baby octopus Azul and he gets all teary-eyed that this pretty 'stranger' thinks that he's nice - and there was another one with little Yuu and cub Leona where they take a nap together) but I digress.

So I'm not going to go for baby since there's not much a baby can do so I'm going to say she's reverted back to a 5/6 year old.

Lilo, Alice and Wendy insist that she spends most of her time with them. They see Yuu as a big sister and now that she's younger, they are much more protective of her. Christopher Robin is included in that group not because he's part of the Yuu Protection Squad but because he's close friends with Alice and Wendy so he's dragged along for the ride. Lilo doesn't want Yuu to hang around with the villains or the NRC boys - she's made badness charts of both Yuu and the villains to show her friend how dangerous they are. Lilo and Yuu definitely get Horace to play Elvis songs because Elvis is amazing.

It doesn't matter how old Yuu is, if she sees our favourite tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff she is hugging that silly old bear for as long as she can (lucky, lucky her). The tv show called 'My Friends Tigger and Pooh' and one special episode of 'Doc McStuffins' show that the Hundred Acre Woods gang love hanging around children even if they aren't Christopher Robin - let's just hope, Tigger doesn't get too boisterous with his bouncing. Speaking of which, Roo is very happy to have another kid to hang out with (he excitedly asks his mother if they can bring Lumpy with them the next day) and Kanga finds herself doting on Yuu even more with the other animal mothers (etc: Perdita, Mrs Jumbo, Bambi's mother, Duchess etc)

Since Simba (canonically in the first movie) and Ariel (in the non-canon sequel) are the only prince and princess to have children, I think that they would argue that they are the best suited to looking after Yuu - only for Baloo to pipe in that he and Bagheera have plenty of experience in caring for mancubs (the fact that Mowgli was raised by wolves who are still very much alive seems to be completely forgotten by the bear)

Tiana has to literally restrain Naveen and Charlotte from either kidnapping Yuu on the spot to go gallivanting to every toy and dress shop they know or just going to said shops anyway and buying everything they see.

Aladdin and Robin Hood are really good with kids in their movie (and Aladdin's TV series) so they would be having a blast regaling Yuu with tales of their adventures.

Wait, wait Jack Skellington and Sally canonically have kids in the epilogue of their movie so they would have some experience to boast about (in the movie's soudtrack with Sir Patrick Stewart at least)

Unfortunately, none of the heroes trust the villains to go within five feet of child!Yuu for completely logical and justifiable reasons so Yuu the villainous sidekicks usually end up sneaking around nearby

(At some point, Yuu ends up giving Ed the hyena a hug, headpats and a forehead kiss and he never lets anyone forget that)

All the Disney parents are living their best life with Yuu around. I think King Stefan and Queen Leah are especially happy because they never got to see their daughter, Aurora, at that age and they kind of feel like they get a chance at seeing what could have been.

Someone should also probably keep an eye on Fauna incase she pulls a Lilia and straight up kidnaps Yuu

#house of mouse au #twst #twst yuu #fem yuu #twisted wonderland #asks

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1ts-cr0w · 2 years

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✨Bruno x Y/N Headcanons✨

I love this man with my whole heart, and I have many many ✨thoughts✨ about what he'd be like as a partner.

This man would take forever to work up the courage to tell you how he feels, and even when he finally does he'd do it assuming he's going to be rejected

The genuine surprise when you actually feel the same would absolutely manifest as tears. Poor man please hug him

He is always holding your hand. If he's next to you, he grabs your hand immediately. It's almost like he's worried you'll wander off, lol

Audibly asks consent before every single hug and kiss because he wants to be extra sure he's not overstepping, but is 100% okay with and loves receiving surprise hugs

Eventually he relaxes and uses non-verbal cues and such to get your consent but during ✨spicy time✨ he will always ask verbally throughout

Tries to cook for you. Burns it. Begs Julieta for cooking lessons because he really wants to make you food

Because he loves food a lot he wants to express his love through it

His love languages are acts of service and physical touch. You are spoiled and he wants you to be

He doesn't really let people touch his hair but you are the exception

Your dates are very chill and last the rest of the day because you can't bring yourselves to be parted

The entire Madrigal family ships you two

I have more thoughts but I don't want this to be too long, so maybe a part two will happen at some point:)

#bruno madrigal x y/n #the family madrigal #bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno x reader #encanto x y/n #incorrect encanto quotes #bruno encanto

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Hi I hope you feel better soon, in the meantime I'll do my best, maybe some Bruno and Dolores bonding, being the two oddballs of the group in Senorita Perfectas, can fluff or hurt/comfort, up 2 u.

Thank you! Finally getting some rest 💕

"That was mean, Lola."

"I don't know what you mean, Tito," Dolores said primly, nose in the air.

Bruno's eyebrows rose so far they disappeared behind his hair. Okay, maybe Dolores was being a little obvious; she only called him Tito when she knew she'd done something wrong and felt bad about it.

It was a habit she'd had since she was tiny, and one she'd yet to break.

"Five babies?" Bruno asked, arms folded. "Really, kid?"

"She's lucky I didn't say ten," Dolores muttered, avoiding his eyes, too much like Pepa's for comfort. They seemed to pierce her skull to see every thought inside her brain.

In other words, Bruno knew she was full of it.

"Ay, Dolores..." Even if he was annoyed with her, Bruno still held his arms out.

Dolores didn't hesitate to fling herself into her uncle's hug.

Okay, maybe it was petty of her. Maybe it was mean. Isabela couldn't help that Mariano loved her...

But Dolores loved him so much, and she was sick of Abuela talking on and on about the "perfect match," and her "perfect Isabela." Let alone her stupid "new generation of magical blessings." As if Dolores needed to hear all that, first thing in the morning!

Add on that she'd heard Isabela fretting and pacing in her room, throwing herself onto her bed and lifting it high up into the air as she muttered and mumbled to herself, so oddly like their uncle...

"I can't do this. No, of course I can. I want to marry him, I do. Of course I do. It's fine. I'm fine. I'll be fine."

Isabela was panicking and it wasn't just pre-proposal jitters.

Isabela didn't want to marry Mariano at all. She didn't love him.

Yet when Dolores quietly asked, again and again, if there was anything Isabela wanted to talk about, Isa just gave her that perfect smile and tucked a rose into Dolores's hair.

"What is there to talk about?" Isabela would respond every time, gliding away and leaving rose petals in her wake.

Dolores loved Isa, she knew her cousin was freaking out big time, but Mariano loved her; he sincerely loved her. He had no idea that Isabela didn't feel the same way.

How was that fair? Why should Dolores feel bad just because Isabela was lying to everyone, including lying to herself?

And to top it all off, Abuela still denied the cracks existed. Typical! Everything had to be perfect after all.

The perfect familia Madrigal.

If being perfect meant lying every minute of the day, then Dolores would rather be imperfect with her favourite uncle.

Bruno sighed and pulled away, patting her shoulder.

"Sand waterfall time?" he asked.

"Yes please," Dolores said, quickly hurrying to her Tio's tower, where the sound of falling sand would drain out everything awful.

#answers #asks #senoritas perfectas isabela and mirabel #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #mariano guzman #abuela alma madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela madrigal #encanto #encanto fanfic #prompts #writing plans #mirabel has a gift au #la familia madrigal #the madrigal family #bruno and his merry band of niblings

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futurstic-divineawakened · 2 years

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English is not my first language and I’m not great at making a long story.

So if you have nothing to write and interest in my story line you can fix ,re-write or add more because I really love your writing and still looking forward to your next work.

Have you ever thinking an Encanto AU Which Mirabel give up to proof herself to Madrigal and Community ?.

In this AU She start to focus on the other things that really important to her instead of her family like a…Her reason to live for?

I set it all in pre-canon

For Example

She have a pet that she can give all of her heart for them.

-In this AU Mirabel love her pet more than everything in the world .She treat it like her own kid. And she become so dramatic about her pet.She would be like Cap.Holt and Kevin in Brooklyn 99.(Inspired byCheddar is missing )

-Mirabel make her pet dish by her own and all of her dish are delicious and don’t even look like it for pet so Camilo steal it because he think his Tia made it .When she come back with her pet she scold him and it look more terrified and scarier than Abuela and Pepa when they angry

-Mirabel will ask Isabela to make her a catnip (if her pet is a cat) or any plants that she want for her pet accept flower and when she know Isabela can’t make it for her she will look at her sister with a disappointment and give her a look ‘I know you let me down’ or ‘You mean nothing to me (back turn)’ instead saying anything and just go back to playing with her pet while left Isabela who shock in silence behind. Isabela take that as a challenge . She give all of her time to make a catnip. She succeeds and know she can grow more than flower so she explores her gifts and become like herself in post-canon. She go see Mirabel in her new look and give her a catnip. Mirabel hug Isabela and say ‘Thanks! You are the best sister .I love you ,Isa.’ Isabela going to cry and apologize to her little sister but Mirabel left her to play with her pet again. Isabela swear to herself she going to kill that thing .It dare to take all of her little sister love from her.

-Mirabel pet only get along with Julieta Agustin Dolores Antonio and Bruno.

Julieta make a food that can heal it and her food always delicious and full of love

Agustin clumsy make himself look so pathetic. It feel sorry for him so it want to comfort him (cuddle and lick)

Dolores offer her room when thunderstorm come. Loud noise make animal panic and she so quiet so It peaceful around her.

Antonio is an animal guy and Mirabel roommate.

About Bruno…Mirabel pet Chasing Bruno rats and leading Mirabel to the wall so she can see her long lost uncle again in nine years. Mirabel won’t ask any questions with Bruno cause she understand him so she just visits him every time she can with food(she cook for him) and her pet. Bruno will show his telenovelas to Mirabel that make Mirabel become his 2nd Fan’s (Dolores is the first one). Mirabel and Dolores will become best friend who will talking a lot about their opinions and theories about Bruno telenovelas. Mirabel pet will get along with Bruno because his loneliness and it feel sorry for him.

-Mirabel pet don’t get along with Abuela Pepa Felix Camilo Isabela and Luisa

Abuela always be mean to Mirabel so her pet will take opportunities to take all of Mirabel attention to it and make Mirabel stay away from her Abuela so Mirabel and Abuela always see each other from distant or in the meal time and They don’t even have a talk because Mirabel pet always give Mirabel an excuse.

Pepa emotion and cloud make Mirabeal pet scare. Her dramatic looks make it scare to because it’s look like some mean human who alway put their anger and violent to strays.

Felix with Pepa all the time so…

Camilo stole Mirabel pet food.(It’s a heinous crime and greatest sin) He won’t get any forgiveness.

Isabela is the same condition as Abuela and also she smell too much of flower.

Luisa have a huge body deep voice and always carries heavy things that normal human can’t so it make Mirabel pet scare.

e.g. Camilo : Do you want to help me do my chores ?

Mirabel : Don’t be lazy Camilo .It’s your chores ,right? And if I help you Abuela will scold me .Why don’t you do it by yourself .I’m going to play with (her pet) Bye!

She become Matteo girlfriend and she love him so much like every teenage love.

-I have no idea . I’m not similar to this kind of stuff.

e.g. Madrigals : Hey ,Mira we are going to the town . Do you want to come with us ?’

Mirabel : Sorry…I’m going to see Matt but thanks for the invite. Oh! I will have lunch at his house so…see you at dinner !

She start to focus on her hobbies like drawing painting singing playing music and sewing .She don’t care about Magic and move her interest to science.She need her alone time to practice and do it so she can’t stay in the nursery with a baby and stay in a house that she can get scolded all the time because all of that things will interrupt and distract her. That why she asked her father to make her a studio far away from everyone like a tree house and spend all they all night to finish her project and follow her artistic heart.

-In this AU Mirabel will saying a lot of mean things with no regrets .She would be like Jake Rosa and Gena in B99 at the same time and sometimes she talk in lullaby or rapping as fast as The Family Madrigal because she drink too much coffee and sleep less.//

-She tells all of her family that they all suck and Boring//

-She alway say people suck everyone cheats and true-love is an illusion cause everyone are Homosapiean and Love is just a chemical reaction to compels animals to breed. But deep down she love her family and Encanto all of her heart. She just want to mess them with science.

-She will drown herself in her own thoughts and no one can’t come to her own world. She will make a line that no one can cross. And If someone dare…her family or not… she will give them the worst nightmare.

e.g. Mirabel : I’m sick of your stupid Madrigal things. All of you stay here and I will stay away. Are you happy now?

All of alternative things that could happen have the same thing that would happen.

Mirabel don’t care about having gift or proofing herself anymore so she step aside as everyone said and Madrigals start to notice they jealous and sad when knowing Mirabel have new interests and don’t have time to spend with them anymore.

Wow

Can-can you write more? This is amazing

I’m -

Furiously take notes and wait for the next post

#anons are amazing #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #encanto headcanons #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #antonio madrigal #mirabel and mateo

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naoko-world · 2 years

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For day 6 of the Encantober, a short story with some fluff again! And the Madrigals learning boundaries! And Bruno because I love him!

@encantober-official

Encantober day 6: Hugs

Bruno carefully wandered around in the house, trying to be as discreet as possible. His family tended to be a little too touchy since he came back and it got worse when Casita had been rebuilt. While he appreciated it at first, it started to get very overwhelming with time. Now he didn’t know if he liked being constantly hugged by his family or if he hated it and would prefer staying alone. Just in case, he simply decided to avoid them outside of lunch time.

It wasn’t easy to do though since they were 11 of them and he was alone. But he managed to do it since this morning when he made the decision and he hoped it could continue like that.

He noticed Mirabel coming his way with a glance, making him jump behind stairs to hide from her. She was carrying some clothes in a basket from outside, which seemed very heavy. He hesitated to go help her, but didn’t want to blow up his safety from hug attacks.

Suddenly, he felt someone circling him with their arms, startling him and making him turn around to see it was Pepa, smiling from ear to ear. He froze, hesitating between trying to escape or relax, at the same time feeling really at ease in his sister’s arms and being afraid of not being able to do anything without being hugged again. She claimed loudly “There you are! I wondered where you got to! I just hope you don’t feel bad again, don’t hesitate to tell us so, we’re always happy to support you anytime because we love you.”

He tried to say something but, alerted by Pepa’s voice, Mirabel put down her basket to go hug him too saying “Tío Bruno! You’re here!”

Then, other family members ran to the courtyard where they came to participate to the hug, not wanting to be left out of it. Soon, Bruno found himself circled by Madrigals, having difficulties breathing. He was hesitating to ask them to let him go though because being loved so much felt really good. He was struggling to breathe though, so he managed to tell them “I love you too guys, but if you could...Let me go a bit...”

Saddened, Julieta asked “What? Why?”

Hesitating a bit more, not wanting to hurt them, he replied “Hum...I can’t...Hum...Breathe and it’s...A bit ov-”

“Oh! Lo siento Bruno!”

They all let him go, making him breathe better. He suddenly felt a bit lonely now though. He wished they could hug him again but he really wanted to be able to breathe. He must have had a scary face, because Julieta asked him, worried “Everything is fine?”

He stared at them for a short while, hesitating. But he figured he should try communicating more so he ended up confessing “I’m sorry it’s just...I love you a lot and I’m glad to be actually welcomed into the family. But if I like y’all hugs I think...I mean I can’t walk anywhere without being crushed into hugs by any of you I walk by. I love your hugs like a lot, but I like to breathe too. And if, again, I love being hugged by y’all I’d prefer-”

“You’d prefer the hugs to be from one at a time”, finished Mirabel with a nod, clearly understanding the feeling.

“Or with a maximum of three people. Because then it’s more comfy than bothering.”

Frowning with worry, Pepa asked “Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Well, I was afraid you’d stop hugging me altogether.”

They locked eyes with each other, then Luisa alone stepped up to scooped him with a hug, telling him “Don’t be afraid to talk Tío Bruno.”

Mirabel added “Yeah! We’re here for you, we won’t be angry because you feel bad!”

Then, Isabela continued “Again, we love you and we want you to be happy.”

Thus, before Antonio confirmed “Yeah! We love you a lot, Tío Bruno!”

Every member of the family approved the speech, reassuring him about how they would never hate him for whatever he’d say especially not for a concern of his. It made Bruno smile, incredibly happy to be back into this family. He could almost cry, and he eventually did, joy overwhelming him.

#encanto #encantober #bruno madrigal #hugs #my writing #encanto ficlet #encanto drabble #mirabel madrigal #la familia madrigal #family madrigal #madrigal family #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #antonio madrigal

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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"my flower" - part 2

PART 1

summary:

— Many years have gone by as Carlos grows old and is known in Encanto as the best flower crown maker. It was his passion after his beloved have passed away before him. Carlos continues making flowers until his very last breath.

genre:

— mild angst & fluff with a bittersweet ending

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild mentions of death

a/n:

— a request from @pochi-moochika, hope you enjoy this bruh and get your revenge on mimi lmao

The sun rises, indicating another day, and time continues to spin as the world changes. One of the changes was the life of Carlos Madrigal, he's now stripped off of his youth as wrinkles adorned his skin and grey hair decorated his head. He releases a loud sigh as he slowly sits up on his bed, he can feel his muscles getting tight and his bones growing fragile. Nonetheless, Carlos gets up and carefully makes his way out of his room.

Decades have already passed in Encanto, and several things have changed, good and bad. But some things remain the same. Carlos enters the kitchen with an unimpressed look, across him was his older sister, Dolores. He'll be convinced if not for the mountains of food on the plate in her hands, he crosses his arms.

"Really, hermano?"

Carlos said. All of a sudden, Dolores changes into an old man around his age with the same wrinkled face but much greyer hair.

"Worth the shot, ay!"

The cupboard swings open to smack his hand, luckily, the food doesn't topple out of his plate. Carlos shakes his head and went to make himself some coffee.

"Got any new plans for today, Carlos?"

"Not really, just the usual. How about you Camilo?"

Carlos' twin brother, Camilo, smirks and does a dramatic spin as he shapeshifts into a younger version of himself.

"Thank you for asking my dear brother because I am going on a date"

"Psh, with that wrinkly ass of yours? I doubt it"

"Hey!"

Camilo shouts and changes back to his age, he was slightly jealous of his twin's ability to still shapeshift easily, he finds it hard to change shape these days that's why he stopped. Carlos laughs at him and sips his coffee, though it's nice that Camilo is still getting around and meeting new people. Carlos wistfully sighs, Camilo gently goes to his brother and slings a hand over his shoulder.

"Oye, you doing ok there?"

"Nothing, it's just...I miss her"

"Ay, I know you miss her every day, hermano"

Carlos scoffs and tries to fight back any tears from falling, Camilo notices and gives him a tight side hug as he pats him on the back. He shoots Carlos an encouraging smile.

"How about we go to the town square, yeah? I bet the folks are waiting for you to make them some flower crowns"

"Dios, I almost forgot about that"

The old man groans and gets up from his chair after finishing his cup of coffee, he lets Camilo take him to the town square where many people greeted them. He sits nearby a fountain, he lets out a grin when little children went rushing to him with baskets of flowers.

"¡Señor Carlos! ¡Señor Carlos! ¡Señor Carlos!"

"Oye, cálmate niños. I'm not going anywhere"

Carlos chuckles at the children settling down around him, offering him various flowers. Carlos cracks his fingers and looked over to choose a few of the flora. It was muscle memory, a habit he gained in his youth through somebody special. He skillfully forms a shape, later he was done, he made a flower crown out of wildflowers. The children clapped their hands and praised him. He places the flower crown on top of a little girl's head, she squealed and gave him a tight hug. He sighs.

"Alright, who's next?"

"Me!"

The children said in unison. Carlos spent the entire afternoon until sundown making flower crowns for the different townsfolk in Encanto. He couldn't count how many times he did this throughout the years, the people in town gifted him the title of El maestro de las coronas de flores, which basically translates to the flower crown master. Carlos did feel proud of the skill he had for impressing the people with his amazing flower crowns, but it wasn't the reason why he still kept doing it.

Camilo meets up with him in a form of a child, Carlos can tell it was him because he was panting and he had a hand resting on his backside, a gesture of an old man. He smirked.

"Still babysitting? Thought you were out on a date?"

"The date ended hours ago, turns out we're not a match. But hey, looking after kids in Encanto is more fun"

Camilo swiftly reverts back to himself and joined Carlos on the way home. Their cousin, Mirabel, was already waiting for them at the entrance of the casita, they can't help but see so much of tía Julieta through her.

"You two troublemakers are late for dinner"

"I think that's Camilo only, prima"

"I will kick your ass if it wasn't this old age of mine"

Carlos shared a laugh with Mirabel as they head inside to eat. After dinner, Carlos can feel exhaustion taking over him so he's the first to say good night that evening. He sits on his bed, he glances at his nightstand to see a framed picture. He smiles as he takes the picture frame and gazed at it, the picture was taken during his wedding at thirty. He was beside his beloved, [Name] [Surname]. Carlos remembers her every day, his favorite memory of her was when she taught him how to make flower crowns.

He thought [Name] was just a brash and cold person, but it turns out she's nothing but a sweet flower that taught him how to love. There was not a day he spent without her, he was always attached to her. The day Carlos married [Name] was the happiest day in his life, he remembers the unfaltering smile on her face, she was just as happy as he. Carlos lets the time pass with her until they grew old and one of them had to go, sadly it was her going first.

Carlos placed the picture frame back on his nightstand and lay under the covers. He remembers the days he won't stop crying when [Name] died, he thinks he saw it coming but he wasn't ready. Carlos was still hurt but it wasn't as bad as before. As Carlos slowly closes his eyelids, he can see [Name]'s smile flashing in the corner of his eyes.

Through the thick forest awaits a field of flora, Carlos was monetarily breathless as he takes in the scenery. He can hear the faint giggles of his and [Name] when they were younger, it was when they would chase each other in the field, the moment was irreplaceable. Carlos carefully trudges down the small hill and ventures into the field of flowers, he walks for a few minutes until he sees a tombstone ahead. It has only been a week since his last visit.

"Hola, mi amor. I missed you"

Carlos greeted as he went in to sit on the grass and in front of [Name]'s grave. He softly picks on the nearby flowers growing and quickly assembles a new design for a flower crown. This was his safe haven but also a reminder of the pain that still resided inside of him. Carlos never stopped visiting her grave since her death, he did almost everything here. Cry, talk, and make new flower crowns. [Name] was the reason he never stopped creating flower crowns and sharing them with the people in Encanto.

"Camilo told me he had a date with someone but it wasn't a match, what a loser. He tried pranking me this morning by shapeshifting into mi mamá. Ay, I miss mamá too"

"The children in town loved the new flower crown designs, I wonder where they get those flowers too, they're all pretty"

"Mi prima, Mirabel, cooked dinner last night, it was delicious and it reminded me so much of tía Julieta. Heh, I missed that one time I invited you over for dinner, my family loved you so much"

"Last night I had a dream of our wedding day but your white dress was coated with so many flowers, you looked so beautiful and I wish I can marry you again. Maybe in the next lifetime?"

Carlos blabbers out in the open, he would go on for hours telling many stories of what happened in his life. He'd share everything to [Name]'s grave. When Carlos finished making the flower crowns, he'd place them on top of the tombstone.

"Te quiero, mi flor"

He said before leaving and heading back to town. It didn't take long for Carlos to get done making his daily flower crowns for the townsfolk, he makes it back to the casita before sundown for dinner. The Madrigals took note of Carlos' tired state, they also noticed the previous days how he was growing drowsy. It was concerning especially at his age.

The following day, Carlos decided to visit [Name]'s grave when he noticed a white flower growing on top of it. He inspected it for a while and it was never like he saw before. So, he went to ask his cousin Isabela to help him make it flourish. It took weeks for the gorgeous white flower to grow all over [Name]'s grave, Carlos' can feel his heart swelling up, it felt like his beloved was communicating with him from another plane of existence.

On his next visit, Carlos brings a flower pot. Now, he smiled fondly at the white flower sitting on his nightstand, it reminded him of [Name]'s love for him, and it merely brings him to tears. The Madrigals grew wary of Carlos' health when he suddenly collapses in the town square one morning while he was making flower crowns for the townsfolk.

Since then, Carlos was bedridden as his body became frail. He could barely stand up, he wanted to go out and visit [Name]'s grave one last time. It was Camilo who took the responsibility to look after him, Carlos can see from Camilo's forced smiles that he doesn't have any time left

As the day arrives, here on his soon-to-be deathbed, Carlos exhales as he feels his eyes growing heavy. He manages to glance at his nightstand to look at the white flower but he catches a marvelous and breathtaking sight.

"...[Name]?"

He croaked out. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was his beloved [Name] sitting nearby his nightstand, she was smiling so brightly at him. Carlos can feel the tears swelling up in his eyes when he saw the beautiful white dress she was wearing, the last flower crown he placed on her grave was now on top of her head.

"Are you ready to come with me, Carlos?"

"Oh dios, yes! Please, I want to be in your arms again, my flower"

Carlos begged. [Name] smiled and stood up and walked over to him. Carlos smiled as he feels his eyes finally shut as the beating of his heart halts. It was an hour later when Camilo opens the door to check on his brother, he lets out a huge gasp as he instantly went sobbing. Through teary eyes, Camilo gazed at his twin brother Carlos who passed away at the age of eighty-five.

Eventually, the rest of the Madrigals came flooding into the room and began weeping about the loss. They all held a colorful funeral for him with flowers and buried him next to [Name]'s grave. Not long after, red flowers began sprouting all over Carlos' tombstone.

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rinnysega · 2 years

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Cry - A Gus Drabble

There was a small knock on the door - a knock familiar to Gustavo as his mother’s knuckle. Three small taps and a turn of the knob, followed by her soft, quiet voice asking the same thing every night - “Are you going to bed, sweetheart?”

What else would he be doing in his room?

Gustavo hugged his knees on his bed - his cheeks red and eyes still blurry with tears from his crying fit moments ago. Barely even nine years old, and the boy was already growing taller than his friends. Too big to cry anymore as his dad would say to him, and then only make it worse with his shouting.

“What’s wrong, mi vida?” Anne Pinheiro sat with her son and held him to her side. She pet his strands of growing brown hair as he leaned against her - sniffing.

“Papi.”

“Oh…I see…” she pet him softly. He didn’t need to tell her more. She knew Jorge was having a rough time since their son turned nine. Their youngest officially one year older than their oldest Eduardo who was lost in the war. When Gustavo laughed and ate his birthday cake, Anne had to do all she could to keep her son from seeing how his father had to step away and be alone out in the yard.

“Why does Papi hate me?” He asked.

“Papa doesn’t hate you, Gustavo.”

“Yes he does. He’s always yelling at me and embarrasses me in front of my friends. I fell down playing football today and he yelled at me when I scraped my knee because it made me cry.”

Anne looked down at her sons bandaged knee on his right leg. A terrible job that he must have done himself.

“You didn’t go see Julieta Madrigal?” She asked. “She makes good bread for scrapes like this”

One year of those kids having gifts, and already the town was depending on those triplets for everything…

“No…” Gustavo pouted and rubbed his face on his mom’s side…

“Well….I’m no Julieta but…”

Gustavo watched as his mom bent down and kissed his bandaged knee. She sang a lullaby to him from her childhood in Spain, and just like when Gustavo was little, he lied down against his pillow and felt tired from her calming demenour..

“Thank you Mami…” he said quietly.

Anne smiled and leaned over to hug her son. “No matter how big you get, you’re my baby. You can always come to me to cry and I’ll make you feel better.” She kissed his forehead. “Okay?”

Gustavo nodded as his mom tucked him into bed and let him drift off to sleep.

Ten years later, on some nights Anne would lie in that bed and cry. And when she hugged her son’s pillow to her chest to heave her tears of his death, she would feel him beside her, petting her hair

#gustavo oc #anne oc #rinny drabbles

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kelsoluv · 2 years

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Here’s a cute story I wrote about Bruno! Based off a dream I had. Not everyone will relate to this one, but I do. Enjoy!!!

Photo credit: @ mvtches on Pinterest.

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A Bruno story! By KelsO.

The sunshine was bright and warm on this afternoon. Pepa must be in a good mood.

You were alone, sitting at a table out front of la casa Madrigal. You were watching and observing everyone. The town’s people seemed to be going about their day, unbothered.

You were feeling anxious. You never had a good reason to be. It seemed every day you were anxious about something. It never stopped.

Bruno was no where to be found. You ask around, “have you seen Bruno?” The answer was the same, “no, sorry.” You had to find him.

You started walking away from town. You spot a large area of bushes and plants. There, you spot a pond filled with koi fish and Lily pads. You hear frogs, bugs, and all of nature surrounding you. That’s when you spot him.

Bruno sat in the grass before the pond. He was picking grass out of the ground, and tossing the pieces he’d plucked. He had his head down, looking toward the pond.

You make your way over to where Bruno was sitting. You sit down next to him.

Bruno looked up and smiled at you. “Oh, hello, (y/n)”. His green eyes glistened in the Sun.

“Hola, Bruno.” You smile back at him. You didn’t know what to say. You stare at the pond. As you’re pondering the water, something catches your eyes.

A rat comes swimming out of the pond! The rat shakes himself dry, races to Bruno, and crawls up Bruno’s sleeve.

“Whoa!” You say, startled. “Was he in the water the whole time?” You turn to Bruno.

Bruno lets out a small chuckle, “heh, yeah. They like swimming in the pond, so I bring them out here when I can.”

You smile at Bruno. You both sit there for a minute.

Bruno still staring at the pond, lets out a small sigh.

“I came here to ask you something”, you look up at Bruno.

Bruno looks at you. “Oh, I’m not doing visions right now. I’ve taken a break.” He paused, “I’m sorry…”

“No, no, that’s not why I’m here”, you look back down at the pond.

Bruno looks at you with concern. “Is everything okay?” He asks.

You sigh, “not really…” you pause. “I- I just… I need someone to talk to.” You start fidgeting with the grass.

Bruno turns to you, “what’s going on?”

“I just…” you look at Bruno. A tear starts to form in your eye. “I’ve just been struggling with my mind… I’m anxious all the time.”

Bruno nods his head. “I know how you feel.” He goes to grab your hand, but puts it on the grass besides you instead. “How can I help?”

“I need someone to talk to. I knew you’d understand.” You put your hands on your chin, and rest your elbows on your knees.

“Hey, it’s okay”, Bruno places a hand on your knee. “I’m here if you need to talk about what’s bothering you.”

You wipe the tears from your eyes, and take a deep breath. “I just feel out of place. I don’t have many friends, and I have nightmares about the friends I do have.”

Bruno lets out a small “heh”. He puts a hand on your back. “I know exactly how you feel”.

You stare at Bruno. Your eyes looking into his. Those stunning green eyes catch you off guard. “I’m sorry, Bruno.”

Bruno shrugs. “It’s getting better since I’ve come back, but…” he stops. “But I still have a hard time… Everything will be going great, then my mind wanders.” Bruno takes his hand off your back.

You grab Bruno’s hands, “I know.”

Bruno looks up at you, shocked. Someone was holding his hands. He felt confused, but safe. “My advice is take it one day at a time. Deep breaths too, that helps me.” He squeezes your hands.

You blush slightly. “I know, but some days are more difficult than others.”

Bruno, still holding your hands, runs his thumb over your fingers. “It takes time, but I promise it will get better. “ he smiles at you.

“Thank you, Bruno.” You lay your head on his shoulder. “You’re a great person to talk to.”

Bruno’s face turns red. He leans in and gives you a hug. “Thank you for talking with me.” He says.

Your head still resting on his shoulder, you hug him back.

“Thank you for being here.”

#Bruno #Bruno madrigal #Bruno Encanto #Encanto #Disney #a story I wrote!#please be kind this is my first story #Bruno x reader #fluff #SFW

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casitafallz-a · 2 years

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Stray AU | Cracks In The Foundations | P3

Agustín felt like he had been winded. Like she had taken a bat and whacked him right in the heart and straight to his diaphragm. He couldn’t breath and every system in his body felt like it was in overdrive as Abuela’s words echoed inside his mind.

Because he could barely process what she had actually said to him. Demanded of him and…. He didn’t think that would have been her options of dealing with her dislike of him.

She wanted him out. She wanted him to abandon his wife and daughters.

All because of her disapproval of him!

He could read between the lines; it wasn’t about his clumsiness; that was her excuse and reasons of justification to demand him to walk. But to downright blackmail him?

That had thrown him entirely.

Of all things to expect… that wasn’t it but he knew Abuela was not a woman to be a liar about it either; her honesty was brutal in most cases, aside from protecting the magic.

“Papi!” Luisa’s voice seemed to pull him back to reality, his head turning to see his baby girl happily being pushed around in a bucket by casita.

Agustín’s heart thudded before he forced himself to smile and pick her up, but he found himself hugging her to his chest.

“Hugs? So many?” Luisa asked, her little arms wrapping around though he nodded, letting her arms settled and her hand pat against his shoulder with an edge of clumsiness. “You okay, papi?”

“Uh-hu…” his voice was barley convincing but he hope it was enough to trick the near three-year old. How could Abuela expect him to part with this?

Luisa pulled back, though inspected his face for a moment before her finger rose and prodded him in the moustache. “You look upset.”

“I fell over.”

Luisa giggled “wobbly ground again?”

“Very.” He swallowed, Casita’s titles shimmering a plate of food his way, he took the distraction to grab one arepa and hold it out. Luisa’s face lit up before taking and began to eat it loudly and happily which normally made him smile and give her more before he’s take her to the nursery for a story and a small nap…

Agustín just ended up walking slowly to the nursery to nap instead though he settled her down and let her do the talking… hanging onto what little story of her little world she was telling him because he wouldn’t be hearing it again after tomorrow. He’d take everything he’d get now.

Luisa’s naptime had given him the time he needed to dig out an old rucksack, and pack with a basis of clothes; a few changes and none of this regular clothes; nothing his wife would notice missing before he left. Clothes, shaving gear, money, knife and a tent, if you could even call it that but it fit. A few personal items, like a book and a few pictures barely made it in but he was intent to have something of his life here. All he needed now was food for his journey. He could get that easily when the time came. Agustín hid the bag under the bed before he just found himself just…sitting at the bench.

He knew logically, staying would certainly condemn his wife’s credibility and shine doubt onto Isabela’s prospects as the first grandchild of Alma madrigal. To be… considered a bastard child from infidelity…. That’d damn them both to the Encanto. Isabela was only 6… she was so innocent… wouldn’t understand.

Luisa, his sweet Luisa was his only daughter that did look like him and Julieta. Luisa liked his colours and wore them herself, had the same reaction if stung by bees, despite him doing his best to shield her but her reactions weren’t like his so she was at less risk for long-term affect. He was just glad his two children didn’t inherit his clumsiness.

He didn’t even notice Bruno sneak out of his room to the kitchen. Didn’t notice as he called his name. Didn’t even notice as Bruno sat beside him.

Leaving them… the idea tore at his heart. Would they even remember him? Agustín’s gut knew Isabela might. She was old enough to recall things much more clearly now but Luisa… she’d remember nothing. Too little… She wouldn’t remember how much he loved her. Wouldn’t remember their stories or… the duck killing incident at the pond, the latter probably for the best but it certainly made for a fun story for her older.

He’d never get to tell her about it. He was going to miss so much. Both of their quinceañeras… their birthdays… he was going to be seen as a terrible father for leaving…for not telling her why. He couldn’t explain… Abuela would almost certainly follow through, even if he did leave.

Perhaps it would be for the best…on Julieta and the family to think he left with a bad reason; to be hated for it. Easier break.

“Agustín.”

Agustín jumped a mile, slipping off the bench with a yelp, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest before he whipped around to see Bruno looking at him with a soft frown.

“Bruno!” He sucked in a breath, clambering back on. “Warn a guy will you?”

“I’ve been sitting next to you for three minutes.”

Agustín gave him a dry look, slouching back, his hand coming to his face, pressing the heel of his palms into his face. “What do you want, Bruno?”

“What happened? You look like you drop Luisa on her head and delivered her to god himself.”

He once again gave Bruno a funny look then let out a heavy breath.

“I’ve had a bad day.” He admitted. “Almost lost Luisa, fell over and…sense of impending doom has left to leave me.” Giving Bruno a look at that.

Bruno frowned but instead of looking angry at his jab, he looked mildly offended but more concerned. “Now I know something up.”

“Please drop it.” Agustín sighed, “I’m sorry I said that, I didn’t mean to imply anything onto you”

“Was it Mama?”

“Her usual routine of criticism.” Agustín knew he could get away with that. Not the details. Close truths worked than lies. “She hit a little low and I’m just…trying to feel better.”

“Then… she should be happy to lay off you once I tell her that… Pepa’s having a boy.”

Agustín’s head rose in surprise, sitting up. “A boy, that’s great!” He could feel Bruno was buzzing a little which… was well earned after no doubt a series of dark visions. There was no mistake; this would be huge, the first grandson of the family, after three girls. “You should go tell her.”

Bruno nodded though hesitantly. “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” Agustín lied. “as I said yesterday, I’ve handled it for ten years already, I can keep handling it.” Because he wouldn’t be for much longer. He thought bitterly.

Bruno nodded, unconvinced but seemed to let it go and patter away, leaving Agustín to let out a breath of relief.

Isabela was happily throwing petals at Dolores in efforts to cheer the girl up before Abuela ordered them to the dinner table, Agustín was able to keep his calm façade going though did his best not to look at Abuela as they ate, focusing his attention to both his kids than anyone else; his thoughts of his wife, he planned to very much love in the privacy of their room. He smiled when Isabela handed him a pink flower, to which he put straight into his front pocket of display with pride, seeing how she smiled, despite a missing tooth at that.

Agustín didn’t actually know what the topic of dinner was before it ended, taking the time to properly put the two to bed with quiet dread. Isabela far easier to convince with an extra story while Luisa tantrum about not getting a story first before he settled to tickling her until she was a pile of giggles under the blanket.

Leaving each of their rooms was the hardest but he tried to think of the best outcome to keep him going long before he reached his door.

“Agustín,” He almost slammed into the door before he noticed Felix.

“You scared me,” Agustín sighed, letting go of the door handle.

“I was just…saying goodnight, you seem...distracted.”

Agustín shrugged, “I’m fine. Long day.”

Felix nodded, glancing to his wife’s door for a moment but Agustín spoke before he thought as Felix reached for the handle.

“Felix…” He hesitated, watching the slight eyebrow raise on Felix’s face, “I’ve… had a recurring bad dream last couple of days, so… I just need some assurance. If something was to…happen to me; do you mind looking after my girls through it, Julieta included?”

Felix blinked in surprise though nodded in confusion before Agustín nodded in relief and promptly left him to it, slinking into his room and shut the door after him.

His shoulders and anxieties melted away as he saw the back of his wife, shirt and skirt gone and in near piles on the bed; leaving her in her bra and bloomers as she unpinned her hair. He gulp soflt before he found himself shadowing behind her, his hands coming to her wait.

“Agustín...” Julieta chuckled, leaning back onto his arms.

“I do love this view, Mi Vida…” He murmured, kissing at her neck softly. Feeling how she relaxed her head against his shoulder, allowing his hands to wander around though avoided a firm grip to her breasts; she had already made it clear she was tender and sore so he didn’t want to discomfort her.

Julieta hummed softly before she wiggled around, pulling him into a deep kiss, her hands coming to unbutton his jacket and shirt before he kicked off his shoes and socks. It wasn’t until she was in the centre of the bed that she broke the kiss with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks though he dipped his head into her neck, soaking in each of her breaths and the feel of her under his palms; how her pulse raced as he tried to tug at her bloomers.

“Very eager today, Mi Amor…” She noted, licking her lips.

Agustín raised his head with a soft look, their noses inches apart.

“I know. It’s been too long.”

“It’s been a week.”

“Too long.” He complained

Julieta smiled though a thought seem to occurred to her. “Are you wanting another baby, Corazon?”

Agustín paused at that; the idea of another baby… he did want that. He wanted nothing more than a new child to love and coddle… but he wouldn’t be having that in his future. That ached but, no—he stopped going down that road. “I would love to have another baby.”

“Hm… a boy this time.” Julieta breathed, “I think a boy would be great for Pepa’s son… he could have a friend like Isabela does with Dolores.”

“Indeed.” He agreed, finally finding success and tugged her bloomers down. “Let’s get to work…shall we.”

Julieta was a beautiful sleeper. She had dropped off to sleep quickly after their third around, pleased and exhausted and while he ached in places, it was well worth satisfying her into oblivion. It filled him with guilt as he got out of bed at 1 am and got dressed to simple shirt and trousers and walking boots. He put clothes away and neatened everything up before he plucked out a small re-written note, dated in small letters and tucked under his bedside book; nothing obvious but if moved; would be seen.

Nothing to incriminate Abuela or why, just… a simple ‘I love you,’ was something he wanted her to know.

He gaze lingered as he hovered at the door, watching for the last time as Julieta lay sprawled under the covers of their bed, her cheeks flushed and a soft snores echoing. But he forced himself away.

He had to do this for her.

Abuela may have given him 36 hours to go… but he couldn’t wait that long to leave; it would be too hard to go if he waited…stayed knowing he was never coming back. The last 10 hours had been hell in knowing. He couldn’t risk his weaknesses getting in the way.

Agustín shut the door quietly after him, grabbing his bag from his hiding spot behind the painting which, did give him an idea; wallways; close to his family but giving Abuela what she wants….but he knew he had to be seen leaving at the very least. Maybe Casita could sneak him back in? A huge circle around. He knew a trail.

Agustín headed down to the kitchen, packing a separate side bag with Julieta’s food, water and dug out an old, empty honey jar.

He stuffed his letters he had into it and tucked it away…in the event of something going wrong on his journey that there was something left behind.

Satisfied he wouldn’t starve, Agustín turned, almost jumping out his skin to see a small person standing in the kitchen doorway, taking every ounce of strength not to yelp before Dolores’s arms were flung around his waist.

“Please don’t go!” she whispered into his gut. “I don’t want you to go!”

Agustín felt his heart clench, rubbing her back softly. “I’m sorry, Dolores. I have to.”

Dolores sniffled, shaking her head. “But I don’t want you to go! You needed here! Tia needs you!” despite her exclamations, she was quiet.

“I know. I want nothing more than to stay and raise my girls and be with my family. But… I can’t.” Agustín loosened her arms enough to kneel in front of her. His hand cupping her cheek as a huge pearly tear dripped down her down.

“Don’t listen to Abuela! She’s being mean.” Dolores stomped her foot softly.

“She’ll hurt your Tia and Prima irritably if I stay. Luisa won’t get her gift. I can’t do that to them and…” He sucked in a heavy breath, “I need you to be a big girl and keep this between us, okay. No one else needs to know why I left. If it gets out, Abuela may still use her threat to ruin the family.”

“But… But if you’re gone, won’t that hurt the family?”

“Yes, a little bit but… the family will heal.” He lent forwards kissing her on the forehead. “I have to go now, Dolores. I love you and I love our family and I will miss you lots and lots.”

It took a lit to weasel her arms from around him, slipping a bowl into them for her to hold which served well; better if she had a plushy but the bowl was the only thing immediately on hand. She sniffled, full out on the verge of tears but didn’t move from the kitchen table as he forced himself from the kitchen, taking a lamp that Casita was trying to edge away before he was quick to snatch.

Casita’s tiles rippled sadly and the door for a whole moment refused to budge.

“Please…casita.” He begged sadly.

Casita caved before the doors swung open enough for him to step through before… shutting tightly behind.

Up by the candle. Abuela watched as Agustín’s figure disappeared down the road and into the darkness of the sleeping town, not seeing Dolores at all from the window before she let out a heavy, bitter sigh but there was some relief in this. Their family would be better off now without him.

Agustín’s breath came out on short breaths as he pressed on through the jungle, the air sticking to his skin as he went but he pressed on anyone, to put distance between him and Encanto but he knew he had been walking for a good few hours, so that put him at least 10 or so miles out if he was on the right track

He should make camp, then carry on in the morning. No one would be this far out too early. He had the time. The only time anyone would could out this far is for distant foraging or searching for new ore. This route should circle back around to Encanto eventually if he took the right turn.

Agustín’s mind was occupied, it wasn’t until he saw a flash in his vision that had him pausing but he knew what he was seeing as the reflective dots remained locked onto him so… he broke eye contact quickly.

Fear flooded through his chest but he knew what he had to do so he began to back away slowly, the eyes watching but didn’t get closer which was enough to indicate he had gotten too close to it’s den.

Fuck.

He clamped down almost flinching as the eyes moved and there was a low guttural sound that razored down his spine as he heard it land from it’s high-place. Sweat beaded over his skin but he kept his arms open to look bigger, the lantern ready to throw if it leapt… if he looked like prey, he was a dead man.

‘What a way to go though’, crept through the back of his mind.

Agustín’s luck changed for the worst as a sudden burst of light in the distance flooded the darkness before he yelped but the animal in front snarled and before he knew he, he could feel it’s paws thud for a second in the dirt; throwing his lantern by instinct before he turned and ran but it was the weight that shoved into his back that sent him sprawling.

His hand came to the back of his neck, adrenaline kicking him into action to get up before it went for his head, slipping easily from his bag’s weight to his feet but the jaguar hissed but Agustín was helpless to escape as he tripped before he felt the sharp piercing pain as it’s claws swiped down his chest. Unable to help the cry of pain, his hands desperately trying to find it’s face before he felt the sharp white pain override was it seared down his face, knocking his glasses from his face and away…before he was swallowed by hazy darkness, pain barely keeping him conscious.

He didn’t see the Pepa shoot a hurricane gust of air into the jaguar from her hand; shooting it off him with a hiss, it’s claws covered in his blood as it righted itself but a crackling sound echoed as lightening flickered over her skin before a bolt was thrown, enough to startle the creature to running…

Agustín groaned, his body shaking before he passed out fully.

“Agustín?” Hallow gasped softly.

You know know, i was gonna have a smutty chapter in this but decided against it. If you want the smut, i can post it separate so please let me know by the reply or Askbox. I kept things mature but nothing explicit here so i don’t feel the need to tag it.

Now, remember, Agustin’s idea and Abuela’s idea of ‘leaving’ isn’t the same; she thinks he’s going downtown to hide out until things have cooled down, not that he’s leaving encanto at 1 am to go in the jungle with dangerous wild life; she thinks he’s smarter than that and on a normal day, he is but he’s had a bad day so he’s not thinking too clearly. She gave him 36 hours for a reason; to plan and get his affairs in order.

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queenofthedisneyverse · 2 years

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City life au: prologue

Bruno didn't expect children to be standing in his living room, Especially madrigal children.

It was about 9 pm when it happened. The kids were just about to get ready for bed but their closets started glowing. Isabel wanted to tell Alma but Casita rumbled the floor in her room telling her that it was ok. It did the same for the other children.

Mirabel had baby Antonio in her arms clutching him closely in fear. She walked towards the door and once she was through she was in an unfamiliar room.

Being curious they all walked up to the room door and opened it. It is an unfamiliar but big house, about 5 stories tall. Dolores' new room was close to Isabela's once they saw each other they ran right towards each other. the other four walked out of their rooms and ran straight to each other out of confusion and fear.

Bruno however already saw them coming and was waiting downstairs for them. He really didn't have the effort to go upstairs himself so he just waited until they made their way downstairs.

Once they did Isa and Lolo were overwhelmed with emotion. This is really there tio he isn't dead. both girls run over to him and hugged him tightly. Luisa remembered him well but was still confused about the situation. Camilo and Mirabel only remember him from the paintings they see him in. Antonio is just vibing.

After the two girls stop squeezing him to death they bombard him with questions. What's happening? where have you been? where are we? why did you leave? who are you(by the younger two)?

Bruno couldn't answer the third one, he just couldn't not now at least. So he could only answer with the partial truth

" Listen, I left because I was tired I was tired of being seen as bad luck, I was tired of everybody hating me, I was tired of being closed in one spot for 45 years I...OH I have to show you this". Bruno pulled the two girls upstairs to a hall with doors that had strange names on them. The others followed close behind

Bruno walked up to the first one on the right labeled "Hawaii". He opened it and there it was, the sandy beaches of Hawaii. The bright sunset sitting over the blue waves.

The 6 kids stood in Amazement

"What is this place?" Mirabel and Camilo ask still looking at the beach

"Hawaii" Bruno replied

"Ha'what what?" Mirabel scrunches up her face looking up at Bruno who was standing to the right of her. He forgot that no one in Encanto knows of other countries and even if they do they don't care.

Bruno didn't plan this, he did not plan on showing the kids each and every country his house had to offer. Before going anywhere Bruno grabbed his wallet because he knew he would be spending some money tonight. it was about 9 pm when they left and 4 pm in Hawaii so he had time to show them some stuff and introduce some of his friends to them.

That took about an hour when it reached 2 am and they visited Hawaii, morocco, Paris, Egypt, and last but not least New Orleans. It was about 1 pm so nothing was alive except for a few restaurants.

Bruno knew right where to go for some food the kids might like and thankfully the door appeared in the alley right next to it.

"Drakes cafe" Mirabel read pointing at the words on the restaurant. She was surprised that she read the English words with ease

Bruno laughed to himself and opened the door for the kids.

"Well if it isn't Hernando Madrigal, what can I do for ya *gasp* and who are these babies?" A woman from behind a counter beams looking at the madrigal kids

"heh my nieces and nephews" he scratched the back of his neck

Bruno orders beignets for the kids and lets me tell you the look of shock that came over them when they bit into them was astonishing. You could clearly tell that they've never had beignets before

Tiana and Bruno strike up on conversation while the kids stuff their faces.

"I never knew ya had family," She tells him

"eh well, my family life is...Complicated to keep it short but I don't mind them" he points over at the kids sitting in front of him and beside him.

They talk some more and the kids keep ordering beignets. After their obviously full Bruno introduces the kids to Tiana and introduces her to them. They all say hello and Mirabel makes Antonio's little hand wave to say hi.

3 pm hits and it's time for them to go home but Mirabel protests.

"ah come on we just got here" Mirabel complains crossing her arms

"and it's late so let's go, we can come back in the morning," Bruno tells her

She lights up and follows Bruno out of the store with the others. When Bruno knocks on the wall in the alleyway a door appears but this time it's glowing. Bruno knowing what it means tells the kids it's time to go home.

When the kids walk through the door they walk back into their rooms in Casita. Casita rumbles the floors in each of the kids' rooms and asks how their day or night went. They explain what happened in fine detail until their eyes can't take it much longer and they drift to sleep.

In the morning all the children with gifts think back about what happened and doubt if it was even real. After Breakfast Mirabel takes Antonio and heads straight up to her room and to her closet which opens up to her new room in Bruno's house. She jumps up and down excitedly knowing that she wasn't in a dream it was all real.

Mirabel runs out of her new room and straight downstairs and there she sees Bruno waiting for her. The others will join later but right now she needs beignets

Whew, that's a lot of writing! anyway if you have any ideas, drabble ideas, or questions my asks are open.

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#city life au #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa magridal #mirabel madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #encanto au

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casitafallz · 1 year

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Stray AU | Cracks In The Foundations | P3

Because he could barely process what she had actually said to him. Demanded of him and…. He didn’t think that would have been her options of dealing with her dislike of him.

She wanted him out. She wanted him to abandon his wife and daughters.

All because of her disapproval of him!

He could read between the lines; it wasn’t about his clumsiness; that was her excuse and reasons of justification to demand him to walk. But to downright blackmail him?

That had thrown him entirely.

Of all things to expect… that wasn’t it but he knew Abuela was not a woman to be a liar about it either; her honesty was brutal in most cases, aside from protecting the magic.

“Papi!” Luisa’s voice seemed to pull him back to reality, his head turning to see his baby girl happily being pushed around in a bucket by casita.

Agustín’s heart thudded before he forced himself to smile and pick her up, but he found himself hugging her to his chest.

“Hugs? So many?” Luisa asked, her little arms wrapping around though he nodded, letting her arms settled and her hand pat against his shoulder with an edge of clumsiness. “You okay, papi?”

“Uh-hu…” his voice was barley convincing but he hope it was enough to trick the near three-year old. How could Abuela expect him to part with this?

Luisa pulled back, though inspected his face for a moment before her finger rose and prodded him in the moustache. “You look upset.”

“I fell over.”

Luisa giggled “wobbly ground again?”

He didn’t even notice Bruno sneak out of his room to the kitchen. Didn’t notice as he called his name. Didn’t even notice as Bruno sat beside him.

Perhaps it would be for the best…on Julieta and the family to think he left with a bad reason; to be hated for it. Easier break.

“Agustín.”

Agustín jumped a mile, slipping off the bench with a yelp, his heart suddenly thundering in his chest before he whipped around to see Bruno looking at him with a soft frown.

“Bruno!” He sucked in a breath, clambering back on. “Warn a guy will you?”

“I’ve been sitting next to you for three minutes.”

Agustín gave him a dry look, slouching back, his hand coming to his face, pressing the heel of his palms into his face. “What do you want, Bruno?”

“What happened? You look like you drop Luisa on her head and delivered her to god himself.”

He once again gave Bruno a funny look then let out a heavy breath.

“I’ve had a bad day.” He admitted. “Almost lost Luisa, fell over and…sense of impending doom has left to leave me.” Giving Bruno a look at that.

Bruno frowned but instead of looking angry at his jab, he looked mildly offended but more concerned. “Now I know something up.”

“Please drop it.” Agustín sighed, “I’m sorry I said that, I didn’t mean to imply anything onto you”

“Was it Mama?”

“Her usual routine of criticism.” Agustín knew he could get away with that. Not the details. Close truths worked than lies. “She hit a little low and I’m just…trying to feel better.”

“Then… she should be happy to lay off you once I tell her that… Pepa’s having a boy.”

Bruno nodded though hesitantly. “You going to be okay?”

“Yeah.” Agustín lied, “as I said yesterday, I’ve handled it for ten years already, I can keep handling it.” Because he wouldn’t be for much longer. He thought bitterly.

Bruno nodded, unconvinced but seemed to let it go and patter away, leaving Agustín to let out a breath of relief.

Leaving each of their rooms was the hardest but he tried to think of the best outcome to keep him going long before he reached his door.

“Agustín,” He almost slammed into the door before he noticed Felix.

“You scared me,” Agustín sighed, letting go of the door handle.

“I was just…saying goodnight, you seem...distracted.”

Agustín shrugged, “I’m fine. Long day.”

Felix nodded, glancing to his wife’s door for a moment but Agustín spoke before he thought as Felix reached for the handle.

“Felix…” He hesitated, watching the slight eyebrow raise on Felix’s face, “I’ve… had a recurring bad dream last couple of days, so… I just need some assurance. If something was to…happen to me; mind looking after my girls through it, Julieta included?”

Felix blinked in surprise though nodded in confusion before Agustín nodded in relief and promptly left him to it, slinking into his room and shut the door after him.

His shoulders and anxieties melted away as he saw the back of his wife, shirt and skirt gone and in near piles on the bed; leaving her in her bra and bloomers as she unpinned her hair. He gulped softly before he found himself shadowing behind her, his hands coming to her waist.

“Agustín...” Julieta chuckled, leaning back onto his arms.

“Very eager today, Mi Amor…” She noted, licking her lips.

Agustín raised his head with a soft look, their noses inches apart.

“I know. It’s been too long.”

“It’s been a week.”

“Too long.” He complained

Julieta smiled though a thought seem to occurred to her. “Are you wanting another baby, Corazon?”

“Hm… a boy this time.” Julieta breathed, “I think a boy would be great for Pepa’s son… he could have a friend like Isabela does with Dolores.”

“Indeed.” He agreed, finally finding success and tugged her bloomers down. “Let’s get to work…shall we.”

Julieta was a beautiful sleeper. She had dropped off to sleep quickly after their third around, pleased and exhausted and while he ached in places, it was well worth satisfying her into oblivion. It filled him with guilt when he got out of bed at 1 am and got dressed to simple shirt and trousers and walking boots. He put smart clothes away and neatened everything up before he plucked out a small re-written note, dated in small letters and tucked under his bedside book; nothing obvious but if moved; would be seen.

Nothing to incriminate Abuela or why, just… a simple ‘I love you,’ was something he wanted her to know.

He gaze lingered as he hovered at the door, watching for the last time as Julieta lay sprawled under the covers of their bed, her cheeks flushed and a soft snores echoing. But he forced himself away.

He had to do this for her.

Agustín headed down to the kitchen, packing a separate side bag with Julieta’s food, water and dug out an old, empty honey jar.

He stuffed his letters he had into it and tucked it away…in the event of something going wrong on his journey that there was something left behind.

“Please don’t go!” she whispered into his gut. “I don’t want you to go!”

Agustín felt his heart clench, rubbing her back softly. “I’m sorry, Dolores. I have to.”

Dolores sniffled, shaking her head. “But I don’t want you to go! You needed here! Tia needs you!” despite her exclamations, she was quiet.

“Don’t listen to Abuela! She’s being mean.” Dolores stomped her foot softly.

“But… But if you’re gone, won’t that hurt the family?”

“Yes, a little bit but… the family will heal.” He lent forwards kissing her on the forehead. “I have to go now, Dolores. I love you and I love our family and I will miss you lots and lots.”

Casita’s tiles rippled sadly and the door for a whole moment refused to budge.

“Please…casita.” He begged sadly.

Casita caved before the doors swung open enough for him to step through before… shutting tightly behind.

Up by the candle. Abuela watched as Agustín’s figure disappeared down the road and into the darkness of the sleeping down, not seeing Dolores at all from the window before she let out a heavy, bitter sigh but there was some relief in this. Their family would be better off now without him.

Dolores’s lips quivered as she watched him leave, nog really thinking as she clutched the bowl in her arms tighter. It wasn’t far. Abuela was wrong! Why couldn’t she see that Tio wasn’t a bad man? He was kind and… and nice and always treated them like princesses.

This wasn’t right.

Dolores scampered up to her room, wincing as each thump echoed loudly in her ears before she shut it after her and realised she had the bowl. Dolores stared at it in confusion for a moment then set the bowl down before she padded to her wardrobe and grabbed her mochila and dumped out the plushies and grabbed a dress, some underwear and her ear muffs…one of her dolls because there was enough space for that. She tossed her nightgown off and settled into her shirt and shirt before putting her sandals on and hurried off.

Casita’s doors shut before she could reach it.

“No, let me out!” She called softly, trying to reach for the handle but Casita wiggled the lock at her disapprovingly. “I need to talk to Tio! Abuela is lying! I need to tell him!” she begged

Casita ruffled.

“If you don’t, I’ll tell Abuela that you purposely shift furniture to keep her exercise up.”

Casita tiles clinked, more disapprovingly but she took the moment to jump and grab the handle and yank, swinging the door enough to slip free though the gap and charged onwards.

“I’ll be back soon!” she called as she went as Casita’s tiles began to wiggle as if to call her back. But ahead, she could hear Tio Agustín far ahead, close to the trees. Easy to follow.

She’d have to catch up.

#stray au #stray agustin #encanto #encanto au #drabble #agustin madrigal #agustín madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #stray dolores

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sourpatchsamm · 2 years

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The Sound of Falling Sand Pt. 5

Since you agreed to attend Julieta’s wedding with Bruno and the following meetups, the villagers have all been abuzz with rumors. At first, you expected malicious intent behind these rumors, but surprisingly the other villagers were teasing in nature. Their gazes soft as they nudged their husbands and wives to reminisce in young love, something that never failed to make you blush.

As it turns out, most of the villagers don’t hate Bruno Madrigal, or, at least, are silent in their dissent. Some have even openly said that they feel bad for the youngest Madrigal triplet. A gift to see the future is surely a heavy weight to carry, they say, especially one that focuses so clearly on unfortunate events. Older generations will tell you how it’s changed him over the years from a confident, albeit goofy boy to an skittish, self-deprecating young man. “His father’s smile is gone,” one particularly aged villager said. “He used to look so much like his father when he smiled, but now you rarely see it.”

Some have compared the change to his mother shortly after arriving in Encanto, having lost her husband. The glow in her eyes faded, dulled even as she nursed the babies in her arms; even as they grew into toddlers reaching for the comfort of a mother, teens seeking reassurance in themselves. You get the feeling that, even if there is a shine in her eyes once more, it isn’t the same as when she had the love of her husband. The thought twists your stomach in an unpleasant way, making you hope, pray that you’ll never have to face that same pain.

You have all these thoughts and more swirling around in you head like one of Bruno’s infamous visions as you walk to la casa Madrigal. Considering Bruno always met you at your house, you figured it only fair to finally ask to see him at his house. You didn’t quite know what to expect to be honest. You tried to imagine a normal Bruno bedroom, but the best you could conjure was a standard room with a bed, maybe a dresser, and probably a few vases holding sand or something. You wondered if he had anything to support his acting hobby, but couldn’t think of anything of use to that. Maybe he would have a little cage for his pet rat?

When you first reached the doorstep of the casita, you prepared yourself to knock, only to find that the doors opened willingly. You stumbled slightly, the shift in weight as your hand fazed through where the door would have been. What confused you even further, however, was the fact that no one opened the door for you. It just opened.

Pepa stormed though the room, looked at you like an alien walking the planet for the first time, and turned on her heel to find someone. “Who invited a villager over? Sorry dear, what your name?” Her green eyes, same as her brother’s look at you with such curiosity you couldn’t help but smile. “Y/N.” “Bruno! Julieta! Somebody!” She stomped up the stairs in obvious annoyance at being ignored. A few minutes of shuffling their awkwardly, Bruno pokes his head out from beyond the staircase and smiles fairly. “Hey, sorry about my sister. She’s been having a rough day.”

A smile graces your lips at the sight of him, and you take a few more steps into the house to meet him halfway in a hug. “It’s fine! I can’t imagine having to live with a gift like hers. You’d have to have such strict control of your emotions all the time or at least find suitable ways to let it all out! Could you imagine?” Bruno seemed to think about it for a minute before responding, his face tightening every few seconds almost as if to suggest he’s unhappy with the thought. “I couldn’t. In some ways, I think our gifts pressure us all, but no doubt Pepa has it rough.” You nod in agreement, “I couldn’t imagine living a life like you guys. You get to tell people their future and risk being the scapegoat for everyone’s problems, Julieta’s solely responsible for a whole village’s healthcare and wellbeing, and Pepa has to worry about a bad day turning into a hurricane that could wipe out everyone’s crops.” You two made it up the stairs and around the corner to a small staircase containing Bruno’s door. You stop for a minute to observe the golden, shivering carving in the wood. “Your door carving looks nothing like you, but it looks like I was spot on with the hourglass theme.”

Bruno flushes and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment, “Yeah, I was waiting for someone to notice that. I guess my family is so used to seeing it they never questioned it, but I used to wonder if that’s how people really saw me.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, blush settling into your cheeks as well. He tenses, but waits for you to speak again, “Well, I think you look better than that, personally, but I imagine casita must have had to guess what you would look like at the time.” He nods, shrugging off the uncanny appearance and placing a hand on the door knob, “Ready to see my room?”

When Bruno first saw your room, he wasn’t surprised in the slightest. A bed, dresser, and small desk. The furniture wasn’t the expected part however. It was, but the part that really screamed at you was the colorful scribbling on everything. Your desk was covered in paint, something he didn’t know you did, only to find out you do pottery from time to time too. Your bed was covered in a blanket you patch-worked yourself with scraps of your favorite fabrics over time. Pillows embroidered with funky patterns that didn’t match you covers, but did. It was hard to explain. Your dresser had drawers half-open, overflowing with the fabric of clothes you deemed too cute to give away and kept for yourself. All in all, the room just felt like one Bruno could see you occupying.

Even though you had let him see your room plenty of times, even shared parts of yourself he hadn’t initially thought he’d ever get to know, he was in no way ready to share his space, but he was also strangely excited for it. On one hand, he was scared you would think his hobbies were dumb and uninteresting, maybe even too dorky for your liking, but on the other he was interested to see what you would make of him. A small part of himself even craved any scrap of validation that he was an interesting and worthy person that you would give, and you often did. There wasn’t a lack of moments where you found yourself calling Bruno out for his demeaning self-talk, urging him to change the tune in which he saw himself. You saw him as a genuinely sweet and lovable man. Yes, he was very dorky, but it was endearing to his character as you knew it just meant he was passionate about his interests. It made you want to become an interest of his.

You were aware of your little crush on Bruno Madrigal, and whether or not it led somewhere, you enjoyed the feeling of butterflies parading through your stomach as you lay with him in your bedroom talking about anything and everything. You would tell him about projects you were working on or interested to start, and he shared his stories with you. He would sometimes get so excited to tell you some plot twist that popped up in his head that you would catch him practically running to your house to tell you some days. Similarly, you would be jumping up and down in place as you remembered a project you finished and were particularly proud of. You never really had a best friend to share these sorts of things with, finding yourself busy after the death of your mamá and keeping the shop afloat in the wake of her passing. You were genuinely happy with your relationship to Bruno, and relished every minute with him you could.

Meeting eyes on the many stairs that lead to Bruno’s room, you whistled playfully and turned to Bruno with an amused smile. “You couldn’t think to give me a warning, much less a better way up? No wonder you’re so skinny.” He flushed and folded his arms protectively within his ruana. “Yeah, it’s definitely a climb. I don’t control the room though, just make sure you don’t leave anything down at the bottom or up at the top when you leave. It’s a long way back.” You wave your hand dismissively, “I could use the workout anyway. Let’s get climbing.”

The trek up started off quiet. Bruno was fiddling with his hands quietly while you were controlling your breathing pattern in hopes of preserving stamina. After a while though, you turned to look at him to see why he was so quiet, only to find he was lost in thought. Clearly, he was worried about something, and you would put money on it being that he was worried you wouldn’t like his room or maybe already hated it. “You know, I already like you for you. Anything you might have in your room is going to just be more of what makes you, you. And even if I don’t like what I see, you do, and that’s what matters.” You breathlessly huff out. On second thought, talking and climbing the stairs might not be a good idea, but one look at Bruno is enough to justify the ache in your lungs. He seems to visibly relax, although he still fiddles around anxiously, “I know, I just get so caught up in hoping that you won’t suddenly dislike me. I know it’s dumb to think that way, but sometimes I have to convince myself you wouldn’t hang out with me unless you liked me somewhat.” Oh, if only he knew.

You take a moment to respond, hoping to catch your breath first, but you don’t. So you stop to rest on the next step and turn back to Bruno. “That’s the anxiety speaking. You have nothing to worry about. If I had a problem with you, I would say it. I’m not gonna just up and leave without a word.” He nods wordlessly, seemingly too anxious to come up with something else to say, and sits beside you on the staircase. You take the time to catch your breath before turning back to Bruno. He still seems so anxious, so you stand up wordlessly and offer him a hand up. “Maybe we should save this for another day. We can work our way up if it helps. One, to build up my stamina for these stairs, and two, to help you feel more comfortable with having me around.”

He takes a moment to respond, seemingly conflicted. You patiently wait for him to conclude his thoughts before he finally speaks. “I just feel like it’s unfair that I get to see your room and hang out whenever I want but you’ve never seen mine.” You wave your hand dismissively, like you often do, and give him a reassuring smile. “If it really bothered me, I would climb these stairs all day. I don’t need to see your room in order to be your friend, and I’m not worried about things being “even.”” He fiddles with himself some more before meeting your eyes, “Are you sure though? I don’t want you to be upset at all.” You feel a little pang in your chest that makes you want to hug him. Sometimes, he just has a way of making you want to hold him and protect him from every little anxiety riddled thought that bothers him. “Positive. I’m the one who suggested it, Bruno.”

He takes some time again before walking down the stairs with you in tow. You find that going down is significantly easier than going up, and are able to easily keep a conversation. “Has Augustín proposed yet? I feel weird knowing it’s gonna happen, like I’ve watched the next season of everyone favorite telenovela and can’t spoil the finale.” Bruno smiles and shakes his head, “Imagine how it feels to life your whole life like that.” You shove his shoulder playfully, chuckling as you give him the stink eyes. “That must be your new favorite saying or something.” He grins mischievously, careful to avoid anymore shoving, even if he knows you’re just kidding around. “Seriously though, he hasn’t. I don’t get to know exactly when, just that it does in fact happen. I’m thinking it’s soon though. He’s been getting hurt a lot lately, and he gets clumsier the more nervous he gets.” You shake your head in disbelief, a small smile playing across your lips. “They really are a match made in heaven. It keeps me hopeful for when my future husband.”

Unnoticed by each other, a small tint colors both of your cheeks as you picture what your future lover will entail. Good thing neither of you can read minds, because you would both be caught red-handed thinking of each other. Bruno naturally gets more fidgety over the thought, though you’re too swept up in your own thoughts you don’t even notice you two reaching the bottom of the stairs. It really is quicker going down than going up.

At the exit to Bruno’s room is his mamá, Alma Madrigal, getting ready to enter his room. You notice that she didn’t even bother to knock, but don’t comment as their family dynamic isn’t your business to comment on. She seems taken aback to see you, however. She looks between the two suspiciously and scans your appearances for any signs of unsavory behavior. She seems to find none, as there wasn’t any said behavior taking place to begin with. “Brunito, who is your friend? I don’t think we’ve met.”

Bruno shifts nervously, growing more flustered at the moment. He didn’t usually act like this, and it’s strange to see him get this nervous around a family member much less. “Uh, well. You see. This is the s-seamstress you had me take the linens to. We chatted while she took our order down and we kind of hit it off.” You blush at his choice of words, and Bruno’s eyes widen slightly as well, “N-Not like that, though! We’re just good friends.”

Alma’s gaze is unwavering, unreadable. You see why Bruno gets so nervous. You yourself are feeling a bit sheepish. You wonder briefly if she is always like this to him, cold, calculating, almost as if she’s not really even there. You think back to what the villagers say sometimes behind her back. She never recovered after the death of Pedro. You can still see the pain in her eyes sometimes, like a fog that clouds her brain. You can see it, now that you think of it. If makes you shiver to think of the happy love that Julieta and Augustín have turning into something so sullen like Alma has.

You realize a bit too late that Alma is looking at you, almost as if she expecting you to confirm or deny his statement. You notice the shawl around her shoulders and perk up slightly, you recognize that black shawl. “If I remember correctly, that shawl is one of the pieces you had me fix up. The lacework is beautiful, so intrinsic to the structure of the body.” Alma’s face shifts, almost imperceptibly, but you caught it. She gives you a look that you can’t quite make out, but if almost seems as if she’s lifted her head out of the fog for a brief moment. “It was my mother’s. It’s one of the few things I have after… after los desplazados.”

Bruno and you both look away, faces hardening for different reasons, but due to the same cause. For Bruno, it’s much more personal, it’s the reason he doesn’t have a father, the reason he was given a gift in the first place. For you, it’s a story your parents would tell you when they felt the need to explain how lucky you all were. Your parents escaped safely, your mom even escaping with her mom and brother, but it was not an easy trip. They weren’t much younger than Alma when they made that same journey. Only for them, they met because of the displacements. It’s a bittersweet moment they share, and you relive through their eyes when they tell it. For Bruno and Alma, however, there was no light to be found in this times, and you know that there are many just like them that face the same history. It’s painful to think about, and the pain of it reflects in all of your faces. You notice the fog slip back over Alma, and you feel the need to hug her, but you know better.

“Anyway, I’m here to talk to you Bruno because I wanted to know about how your trip into the village went. How were the visions?” You turn to look at Bruno, and see his lips narrow nervously. They weren’t good, that much was clear. “Some of the villagers were upset. They don’t seem to like me very much because I don’t always have good new to share.” Alma takes his words in before shaking her head abruptly, “That’s no excuse Bruno. You know your powers better than they do. You should be looking for positive things. If they don’t like you, it’s because you aren’t trying hard enough.”

You almost couldn’t believe her words. You were almost sure you heard her wrong, but looking between her and Bruno it became clear that this wasn’t the first time she’s gotten on him for this. Bruno tried to stand up for himself, something that surprises you. “W-Well… I‘ve actually recently found out it’s all tied to my emotions and mental state. When I’m struggling, bad things appear. When things are good and I’m doing good, I see positive things. I can’t always control it th-“ Alma stops him in his tracks with a wave of her hand. She looks disapprovingly at him as she waves her hand to the house, “That is no excuse. You are doing well. We have this home, we have each other, you are fed and clothed. You have no reason to struggle because you are not struggling. I will not have any more talk of you being ungrateful in this house.” The silence after her statement is heavy. She looks at him wryly, “Am I understood?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing, how unafraid she is to say this all in front of you, How little she cares for Bruno’s well-being at her own words.

“How dare you.” The words leave your mouth before you fully realize they’re yours. Both parties turn to you with a look of surprise before Bruno’s falls to fear; Alma’s, anger. You find you yourself are angry, and the impact of the unexpected emotion surprises you, but you speak anyway. “I know you know better than anyone the effect emotions can have on people, even people who have everything they need. The villagers talk of you, you know, about the depression you had after the death of your husband, Pedro.” His name hits her in the face, and you can’t read the expression on her face that follows in its wake. She looks like she wants to say something but is too indisposed after the mention of her late husband. “I know that was hard on you, I can see it on your face. Even with all of these blessings: healthy children, a beautiful home, plenty of food, people who care about you: you are struggling yourself to get over his loss. I know you are. Maybe instead of tearing your son down for sharing your struggles, you help him overcome them since you clearly know how hard it is to rise above it all.”

You take a deep breath, overwhelmed by the words that have erupted from your anger, but you do not take them back. Alma looks as if she wants to smack the ever living shit out of you, and you half expect her too. You are instead interrupted by a sharp wind blowing at your clothes mercilessly. A light drizzle pin pricks your skin, and a cloud swirls above your head. Pepa stands behind Alma, just having reached the top of the stairs leading to Bruno’s room and hearing your outburst. She wears an expression that screams, ‘Oh SHIT. This is the kind of drama you watch from a distance.’ Alma takes notice as well, and turns to you again with a resigned look, anger still bubbling below the surface and behind her words. “What would you suggest then? Since you can see think so clearly.”

The pause is almost louder than Pepa’s wind in your ears. Bruno’s face is expressionless, almost as if he has mentally checked out of the conversation long ago. You wouldn’t be surprised if he did, clearly this isn’t the first time Alma has berated him so harshly. You think, almost scared your words left you with your last outburst, before it clicks. “We help him. If he needs the mental support, we give it. On the days that that doesn’t work, and there will be days it doesn’t work, we find a way to phrase the bad visions as a good thing. A warning perhaps, if they don’t make the changes necessary to prevent them, bad things will happen. There’s nothing else you can do after that. Sometimes, some people will always find something to blame all their problems on if it absolves themself.”

Alma gives you a look that says she’s not happy with you, but mulls over your words anyway. She looks to Bruno, who has since checked back in and his beside himself with nerves. “Cálmate, Brunito. Do you think that will work?”

Bruno isn’t happy with the attention shift onto him. He seems apprehensive at the thought of confirming or denying your solution, but with all eyes on him, it’s clear he has to pick something. “It’s the best we can do. Unfortunately, she’s right. You can’t appease everyone, even if they’re the reason for all their problems to begin with.” Alma looks to the three of you slowly, clearly tired of this conversation. She gives you one last disdainful look before whispering her final words on the matter, “Then, do it. Don’t say I never bothered to help you.” She turns around sharply and leaves.

The words tear the anger inside of you open again and you feel like chasing after her for a moment, before you stop yourself. You should stay here for Bruno. Besides, his demons with his mother, though concerning as a best friend, aren’t your problems directly. Opening that can of monkeys for him might be worse than simply waiting for him to come to terms with it himself. Turning your attention back to him, he is looking at you, speechless. You look at Pepa, who is still whipping the wind around her frantically, she mirrors Bruno’s expression. For a second, you can see how they’re triplets even though they look vastly different.

Finally, after a solid few seconds of staring at the two, eyes darting back and forth. Pepa speaks up, “I don’t think anyone has talked to my mamá like that in a very long time.” You flush at the sentiment, almost feeling ashamed for the way you acted, but you know you wouldn’t have done it differently. “I just didn’t like the way she spoke to Bruno, you know? I think you’d know better than anyone just how taxing it can be to have to control your emotions all the time because if your gift.”

Pepa’s face softens, and the wind settles almost right away, leaving a faint billow to her skirt and Bruno’s ruana. “She’s had it rough ever since our father died. It’s easier, I think, for us. We never knew him, so it’s hard to mourn a loss you never really had, ya know?” Bruno shakes his head, clearly disagreeing. “You say that, but you’ve never had to learn how to shave by yourself. You’ve never had to deal with the awkward questions you have about getting older and a clueless mother who never had to worry about that stuff. We’ve all had it rough one way or another.”

There’s another silence after that. You reach for Bruno’s hand, but he pulls it away before you can meet. He shakes his head, clearly sorry for the look of rejection in your eyes at the action, but unable to handle it at the moment. “Maybe you should head home. I’m not mad, but it’s definitely been a day, and I could use some time to myself.”

You try to understand, but you can’t help but take it personally. You worry you might have overstepped and that Bruno might no longer want to be near you. You were only trying to help him. Yes, it’s a tricky situation, but no one deserves to be spoken to like that. Surely, he knows he shouldn’t have been treated like that and you only wanted to protect him. You nod numbly, feet moving to leave, but you feel yourself mentally lingering long after you’ve left the Madrigal house and entered your own home. You ignore your father’s concerned questioning entirely and walk straight to your bed only to collapse in a heap. You stay there for a while, still mentally replying the moments in your head over and over again

#bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal x reader #encanto #encanto fanfic #disney fic #disney #disney encanto

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antivanbrandy · 2 years

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silly AU idea i had, where after casita is rebuilt and every member of the family appears on the front door, the madrigal spouses also get a gift. i like to think the miracle would give Agustin stretchy bendy rubbery body/physical manipulation powers to help offset his natural accident prone-ness, and also give him the ability to hug every single Madrigal at the same time, as nature intended

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#agustin madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #encanto #encanto fanart #madrigal family #brandy blobs #i just. love this man. TuT this silly loving slightly dopey man. what a good dude what a good dad what a good husband #let! him! hug! every! madrigal! at! the! same! time!

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bwall-7204 · 2 years

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Encanto Headcannons #14

* Camilo and Isabela will aggressively fight over what they think will happen next in Bruno’s telenovelas

* Antonio is very clingy when it comes to Bruno making his tio pick him up at any and every opportunity

* Luisa is actually very competitive but ignorantly so where her siblings and cousins will trick her into competitions where she ends up taking care of herself. “I BET I CAN FINISH THIS BOOK BEFORE YOU!” “YOUR ON!” or “I BET YOU CANT CHUG THAT WHOLE BOTTLE OF WATER!” “WATCH ME!”

* During the summer the whole family will take one day a week to hangout and swim in the river

* Antonio becomes best friends with that coffee kid, much to the families dismay. Pepa worries about there friendship due to the kids over hyper ness. Little does Pepa know he enjoys his hyper company reminding him of his mom and siblings

* Bruno is a really good baker. He can’t cook for shit but Julieta and Pepa’s wedding cakes were both baked by him

* Agustin will buy small things for his daughters when he spots something while shopping. Usually buying Mirabel sewing supplies, Isabela painting supplies, and Luisa cute earrings or a small stuffie

* Camilo has tried to trick Mariano into thinking he’s Dolores (he’s shape shifted as Dolores) Mariano realizes every time acting extra lovey dovey to make Camilo panic into changing back

* Camilo has threatened Mariano about treating his sister right, making sure he’s not just there for a rebound

* Julieta and Luisa are early risers. They sit and watch the sun rise a bit more in the sky while drinking coffee

* Luisa’s designated bedtime is at 10, but she’s always to busy to ever get to sleep at that time

* Isabela has more than once stayed up till the early hours of the morning when working on an art project

* Bruno sometimes purposefully waits downstairs at the dinner table, waiting for Camilo to come get his midnight snack. They’ve both been yelled at for waking everyone up due to Camilos highpitched scream

* Antonio try’s to sneak food into his room for his animals, Pepa or Felix catching him every time. He gets better at it with age

* Once Bruno returns Isabela and Dolores give him a long and much needed hair washing. Luisa braiding it up after the fact

* While Mirabel was making new clothes for Bruno the whole family was fighting on which color coded side he’d be on. Mirabel ignoring all of them sticking with green and maroon

* Luisa says that she’s a tea expert. She actually hates tea

* Camilo steals Isabela’s eyeliner

* When Dolores was little and she would become overwhelmed with all the noise she would have fits where she would hit her head. Her parents, aunts, uncles, and even Isabela would go and cover her ears until she stopped

* Some days Camilo will come over to a family member and just stand there till they notice and question him. He’ll open up his arms slightly. Each family member knows right away to just hug him till he lets go

* Luisa will sometimes just carry him around while she does chores during these moments. She’ll do the same when she babysits a sleeping Antonio

* Bruno wasn’t super thrilled when he first opened the door to his room. All the stairs looked tiring. At least he could make sand castles

* Anytime Bruno was bullied his sisters would be right there to defend and beat the shit out of whoever it was.

* Anyone who touched the Madrigal sisters though, Bruno never hesitated to kick them in the stomach

* Julieta always healed them up right after so Abuela would never know

* Bruno is always protective over his sisters and didn’t like most guys they dated or warded them off with his presence. Agustin was just clueless and Felix was way to friendly

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levithestripper · 2 years

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I have no shame, anonymous thingy off, can you pls write for Cam <3 no specifics tbh I just love him

Misc. Romantic Headcanons with Camilo Madrigal

✩ Masterlist! ✩

✩ Warnings: gender-neutral reader ✩

✩ Taglist: @ban-canram ✩

✩ Length: 1.2k || Read on Ao3 ✩

✩ A/N: hey i love you and i love Camisole here you go <3 expect a part 2 soon ✩

Camilo is singlehandedly the most clingy boyfriend you’ve ever met. He refuses to let go of your hand. Doesn’t matter where you are. You’re holding his hand, and you’re gonna have to deal with it. When Cami has something he wants to show you, he laces your fingers together and pulls you along.

Kisses. Kisses all day, every day, constantly. Nose kisses, forehead kisses, kisses on the back of your hand, kisses up your arm like Gomez from Addams Family. Camilo gets the last one from his father, who does the same thing to Pepa.

Camilo’s love language is physical touch and acts of service. He makes the bed in the morning, makes you breakfast, even does some of your chores for you if he has time. At dinner, he sets a place for you next to him at the dinner table so he has an excuse to a) constantly bump your hand when he passes you stuff, and b) so he can easily press his leg against yours underneath the table.

He lets you wear his ruana!!!! He sees you shivering one day when you forgot to bring a jacket, so he slips his off and puts it on you. Cami wraps you up like a lil’ burrito <3 He also uses it as an excuse to hug you from behind.

One day, Cami finally convinces you to have a sleepover with him, so he plans the entire day with cute, couple-y things to do. The day begins with breakfast with his family, then right after he speeds through his chores, he takes you on a walk through the forests surrounding Encanto. Camilo leads you to a secluded spot where he had an entire picnic already set up, a wicker basket chock full of his tía Juliet’s arepas, empanadas, and other various snack foods she decided to pack for you two.

While you were eating, Cam notices that you had gotten food on your face; so being the little romantic devil that he is, instead of simply telling you about it, he kisses it off of your cheek. He loves how flustered you get when he does it <3

The rest of the day consists of Cami dragging you around town shopping and watching people perform in the town square. When the sun starts to set, Cam brings you back to Casita, where Isabella was waiting for him with a smirk on her face.

“You having fun, loverboy?” she teases him.

“Isa, shut the fUCK UP—”

When you actually do get to the sleepover part of your day, Camilo is all over you once he gets you inside his room. If you think he’s glued to your hip when you’re out in public together, you won’t believe how glued to you he is in private. Cam’s hands cup your cheeks when he kisses you, the pads of his thumbs stroking your cheekbones. He doesn’t go past aggressive make-out sessions, however. Mostly because he doesn’t want to rush the relationship, not wanting to push your boundaries.

Camilo is so lovesick, it’s disgusting. He literally looks like a cartoon character with heart eyes. When he hasn’t seen you in a while, he pushes the food around on his plate because he’s too caught up in his own head thinking about you. Abuela thought he was sick, so she asked Julieta to cook him something but, Dolores spills the beans about his crush on you.

Now, the whole family is invested in Camilo’s crush/relationship with you. Even Casita is in on it. Whenever you come over, Casita moves the tiles so you’re now standing directly in front of Cami. Like, nose to nose, can feel his breath on your skin, kind of close. It makes Cami super duper flustered, which is a wonderful bonus. Whenever Casita does it, you simply kiss Camilo on the nose and smile at him.

Dolores tells you all about Camilo, even things he thought no one knew about. Like how his heart beats really fast when you’re around, or how his palms get really sweaty when he’s waiting for you to arrive. Or how he paces around his room at night when he’s nervous.

Dolores loves to tease her younger brother about you, elbowing him in the side with a knowing smirk. At dinners, she’ll purposely bring up embarrassing things that Cami’s done, just to see him grow flustered and hide behind his hands, pulling his hair down in front of his eyes. Specifically, embarrassing things that he’s done because you were around. One time, he saw you shopping on your own in town and he stared at you instead of looking where he was going. He ran right into a wall, causing his gift to glitch, making him look fish-eyed.

Camilo loves to entertain you with his gift! He enjoys shapeshifting into people and putting on little skits to make you laugh.

“Hey, mi vida?” he asks, his head cocked to one side.

“Yeah?”

“Who’s your favorite person?”

You didn’t even have to think about it before replying, the answer obvious. “My favorite person is you, silly.”

Cami asked you who your favorite person was so he could shift into them to use them in a skit, so he wasn’t expecting you to reply with such a sweet answer. It made him feel all soft and mushy on the inside, almost as if he was going to melt into a puddle right then and there. Camilo moves to sit on your lap, his arms wrapping around your neck. “Mmm, cariño,” he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Te amo tanto, mi vida.”

He’s so genuinely in love with you it’s not even funny. In the big foyer of Casita, he’ll teach you how to dance if you don’t already know how. Even if you do know how to dance, he’ll show you new moves he’s made up recently, or he’ll just opt to sway around with you like a slow dance. Camilo stares at you unabashedly when you’re looking down at your feet as you try to match his footsteps, only looking away when you catch him staring. Once you get the hang of it, Cami’ll spin then dip you, allowing him to smirk and kiss you like the romantic he is.

It’s always either early in the morning before everyone else is awake, or later at night when the sun is setting when he dances with you. He chooses those times specifically since he loves the way the rising/setting sun washes over your pretty features. And it’s typically when most of his family is out of the house, giving you two some alone time together outside of his room.

Camilo will fall asleep in your lap sometimes when you two’re snuggling together. At first, it starts off with him resting his head on your shoulder before it eventually evolves into him sliding down enough for his head to fall into your lap. You always run your hands through his soft, curly, golden-brown hair. Whenever you do, a smile appears on his face, even when he’s sound asleep. You keep a hand free, so you’re able to trace the soft curves of his face, the pads of your fingers running back and forth over the bridge of his nose and over his eyebrows.

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peppermint-joys · 2 years

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Being Bruno’s Child Would Include… Pt. II

I swear I have a problem all of my headcanons turnout way longer than planned. Takes place before the movie. The reader’s age ranges from 5-7. Stay tuned for part three, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, I guess.

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Tag list: @jayleneblack @zzzzzzzzzzoom (I guess if you want to be tagged ask in the comments?)

In terms of quality, the community decided your gift was better than your Papa’s, barely. They classified it in the same category as Dolore’s in terms of annoyance. The slightest contact and you were able to see into their past. You could see what made them tick. Your gift unlocked every embarrassing moment, every family secret, every heartbreaking moment of their history. Your gift was invasive.

Your gift was a lot for a child to handle. After realising your gift was triggered by anyone who came into contact with you, you refused to let anyone touch you. You didn’t need to know their secrets.

It broke your family’s heart to see you shy away from their touch.

It broke Bruno’s heart to listen to you cry, alone in your room. He wanted so much to run to you, scoop you up, hug you tight and tell you it would be alright. But in the walls he stayed.

At least Abuela began to give you the time of day; as in keeping an eye on you as to only keep you from creating trouble with your “gift”. She figured with hard strict rules, your wild gift, unlike Bruno’s, could be tamed.

When you went into town, you had to stay within ten feet of a family member and couldn’t touch anyone (not that you would). You realised quickly it was better to stay back home. At home, you were expected to do chores with Mirabel, Félix and Augustín. At least they kept you company.

Your gift is wild, and in your opinion, incomplete. It’s hard to tell, but you could swear your door glowed dimmer than the others.

Antonio is born while you’re five.

You hear him crying one afternoon while most of the family is out. Julieta was downstairs, but she was cooking. She needed to clean off before handling the infant. You snuck into the nursery, hoping to soothe him with some gentle words. When that doesn’t work, your protective big cousin instincts kick in. You climb into his crib and snuggle with him to soothe him.

Antonio, being so new to the world, doesn’t have much of a past to explore. Still, what you do see is beautiful. You witness him experiencing the sun for the first time. You can feel the warmth, the joy, the wonder.

When Julieta arrives, she finds you two snuggled together asleep. It’s the first time you’ve had physical contact with someone in months.

Slowly, you figure out a way to live with your gift. As you get older, you learn that if you focus, simple contact isn’t enough entering a trance. Still, sudden contact and spooks will lead to you seeing and hearing a past event.

You decide to quiet yourself. While you might see someone’s past, you don’t have to share what you see. You become the quietest Madrigal, generally keeping to yourself.

In spite of everything, you’re still the darling of Encanto. The people don’t blame you for your misfortune, if anyone they blame your father. When someone let’s slip, “it’s not your fault you got a bad gift. I’m telling you it’s all Bruno, chico was cursed.” They were swiftly silenced with, “We don’t talk about Bruno!” However, it was enough to ignite your curiosity.

His room is still boarded up from when you tried to explore when you were four. You attempted to bribe Casita to let you in. “I have fresh spackle.” No dice. That left only your human family to answer your many, many questions.

So at the tender age of seven, with your handy dandy notebook, you once again began asking around about your Papa, jotting down any clues or facts. Your three-year-old shadow Antonio, followed you as you went.

Your primos were more helpful than the adults of the family. From them you learned he had visions of the future, he told Dolores her true love would be taken by another, told Isa she someday would have the life of your dream and was friends with rats.

Camilo also told you some things, but what he said and acted out only made you and Antonio burst into tears, so he immediately retracted his statements and admitted he knew nothing.

No one could tell you why he left.

After asking your tío Félix, who explained the downside of your papa’s gift leaving the room you bumped into Pepa which triggered your gift, sending you into her past.

You immediately recognised her. She glowed, dressed all in white. Taking in your surroundings, you felt nothing but joy. The sky was clear, the sun was at its brightest. You could only assume your tía was near to her happiest. She should be happy. It’s her wedding day.

It seemed you were at the point of the day when they were setting up the reception. So Félix and Pepa weren’t quite married yet. You could feel yourself getting a bit nervous. You gently swayed in time with the beat created by the band practicing off on the side, trying to ease your nerves. Suddenly, you felt this wave of dread wash over you.

You watched as a man in green casually approached your tía. Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t explain it, but you feel Pepa’s discomfort. Similar to how you’d felt Antonio's joy when you first fell into his past.

The man chuckled nervously, “Looks like rain.” That’s Bruno, your papa. Uncontrollably, you felt yourself bristle. His back was to you, so you couldn’t see his face. You attempted to you run toward him and your tía but once again the world around you begins to speed up. Rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. Before developing into a full-blown hurricane.

In an instant, you were back with your tía and tío. You thank them before swiftly and totally not suspiciously excusing yourself to your room.

You hide all your findings in a chest in your room, concerned that if Abuela discovered what you were up to, she’d take all your information and burn it or something of that manner.

Relaxing in your bed, you reflect on all you’ve learned. Which admittedly isn’t much. But you did see him, almost, in tía Pepa’s past. Ding! You sit up straight, a bright toothy grin decorating your face.

You could search people’s past for him. Anyone who’s met him he’ll appear somewhere in their history. From their pasts you could learn all about him, perhaps even meet him.

And hopefully, learn why he left you.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x child reader #bruno madrigal #the madrigals #madrigals x child reader #madrigals x reader #self insert #disney #fluff #angst #encanto x reader

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