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nellycanwrite · 2 years

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So my great-grandmother was superstitious and one of her beliefs was in you plucked one gray hair, three would grow back. So what if Bruno's wifey, who'd love to see him with gray hair, plucked his first one to excitedly show him, and now they're playing a game of chase because wifey wants to find more but Bruno doesn't want gray hair

Eyo Anon! It’s actually pretty cool since my mom has similar supersitions as well! She never liked us plucking her gray hairs since she thought they’ll multiply too! But my dad has other plans with the his gray hairs—he paid us 1 Peso for every strand we pluck out, so it became our favorite pass time when I was a kid XD

AND THE IDEA IS SO CUUUTE AAWWW <3 Imagine them having an all out war on that HAHAHAHAHAHA With that, I give you: this little piece!

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Gray Hairs

(Bruno Madrigal x GN!Reader)

If there was anything that would describe Bruno Madrigal, it would be superstitious. It’s a known fact in the family. Even the whole town knows about his superstitious rituals!

It was just like any other day; swaying palms, clear skies, and a nice summer’s breeze had lulled Bruno into a peaceful slumber on a hammock just outside the Casita. It’s been so long since he had a proper siesta, and what other time than to enjoy the lazy afternoon when Julieta has so graciously offered to take the kids to help her with the stall of healing remedies in the town square? It was rare for him to have spare time these days, especially when he and you were the designated babysitters for all the kids.

You had just arrived from hanging the sheets that you had meticulously laundered, carrying around an empty basket while wiping your damp hands to your apron. You had to stop, however, when you spotted your darling husband peacefully napping under the shade of palma de ceras—where the comfy hammock was tied on the barks while the summer draft swayed him to and fro. He was adorable in every means; his little snores, the way his nose scrunched when a few petals from a nearby tabebuia tickled him, and the way his normally fidgety hands were laid at rest on the side of his head like a makeshift pillow.

You decided to approach your husband quietly and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear when you noticed a streak of gray amidst his curls. You knew the both of you were growing old—thirty nine, to be exact—but to already have gray hairs at this age? Now that’s just a bit too early.

Just as soon as you had reached out to pluck the gray strand out, his eyes fluttered open. He looked confused. Dazed. It was understandable, really. He just came from a pleasant nap after all.

“Hola, tonto. Had a nice nap?” You asked cheekily. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes.

“Wha–what—? What are you doing?” He asked, confused. You chuckled and gave his cheeks a kiss, his stubble tickling your lips every so slightly. You heard him sputter out in surprise.

“Sorry if I woke you, but I didn’t know you were getting this old,” you laughed while plucking the strand from his head. He yelped and squirmed from his hammock, managing to tangle his arms and legs together in his haste to catch your retreating hands. He was proven unsuccessful with his attempts when he fell face first into the grass below. You remained undeterred while you waved around the gray strand with a grin, leaning your weight to the side with the laundry basket poised under your arms. “See? Getting old.”

“A gray—a gray strand?!” He exclaimed, clumsily rising to his feet. His ruana whipped around him with the intensity of his rising, but it soon backfired on him when he fell a second time. Whether it was because he stood too soon or because of his own clumsiness was beyond you. But you found it adorable nonetheless. He shuffled up his feet while using the hammock to balance himself (a wrong move, you noted. He was wobbilly all over) and leaned forward with furrowed brows. “And you—and you plucked it out?!”

“You’re only thirty-nine, amor. Way too early to have a gray strand. I just did you a favor.” You had to hold a snort when he gave you the most offended, most incredulous look on his face.

“No, no, no! I’m going to get more gray strands now that you plucked it out!” He exclaimed, his eyes wide and wild. Filled with a sudden sense of mischief, you felt yourself grin excitedly. You put the laundry basket down and raised the strand of gray hair eye level to you and Bruno while giggling.

“Can I look for more gray hairs? Please~?” He scrambled away from you and raised his arms in defense, covering his head with the hood of his ruana while he did so.

“No! Absolutely not! I don’t want any more gray hairs!”

“Oh hush, that’s just a myth! I wanna look for more gray hairs! Pleeeaase?”

“No!” With a panicked—almost scared—huff, he ran inside the Casita to escape your mischievous whims. He knew once you had your mind set, you were never going to let him go until you were satisfied. Despite the headstart Bruno had in this impromptu race for his life, you immediately chased after him while waving that one gray strand proudly around the air.

“Come on, amor! Pretty please? It won’t hurt a bit!”

“L-look, I love you and all, but I won’t let you pluck more!” He scrambled his way to the kitchen and stopped at the other side of the table. He positioned his arms ready at both sides, anticipating your next move. You mimicked his pose and stared him down determinedly.

“Don’t make me ask Casita to help me catch you!”

“Try me!” When you moved yourself a bit to the left, he immediately dove right. When you moved to the opposite side, he shuffled his way away from you. This process repeated for a ridiculous amount of times.

“Pleaaase? It would make me so happy if you just let me find more!” You tried to plead again. He shook his head and pulled his hood further down.

“If you continue plucking out my gray hairs I’d have a head full of it after!”

“That’s just a myth!”

“No it’s not!”

Needless to say, you had to rope the kids into your schemes to hold their tio down after dinner whilst you and your cute little niece and nieces plucked out gray hairs from Bruno’s head.

And he was not happy with it.

But seeing the grinning faces of his niece and nieces when they got a coin for every gray strand was worth the struggle.

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto bruno #we talk about bruno #disney #tio bruno #bruno my beloved #nelly answered #answered ask #writing prompt #bruno madrigal imagines

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sumthincool · 2 years

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I wrote a tiny 300 word story to go with my commission by @ARPHatack

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40968618

#my fic #bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno fanfic #encanto bruno #tio bruno #bruno madrigal x reader

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admrlthundrbolt · 7 months

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Dance Macabre (Bruno x Chubby Reader)

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Bruno Madrigal hears that there is another seer in town and curiosity gets the better of him. But it turns out there's more than meets the eye with this new person.

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Hey guys. I'm back. This was longer than expected, I kept going back and forth on concepts. Anyways I hope you enjoy romancing the rat man himself.

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Bruno was glad that his family was accepting of him after his disappearance. Though it seemed like not all the village felt the same. No one was outright rude, but he knew. Between visions and whispered words, it was obvious.

So when he first found out about you, he was hesitant. Dolores had heard rumors of a seer setting up camp outside of town. You coming was fine, but a new self-proclaimed seer. This was odd.

Next was Luisa, she came home one day with a love struck look on her face. When her mother asked her about it at dinner, she said she went to the seer. And thanks to her she finally got the courage to confess to her friend. A sweet young girl, who obviously shared the same feelings, but was also to shy to confess.

After word spread about the help she gave the Madrigal family, she was flooded with customers. Everyone and their brother was going to see her. On top of that, they were singing her praises.

He didn't get it. What did she have that he didn't? So realizing that this situation was driving him crazy, he went to see her. After he figured out how to talk one of the kids into joining him. Mirabel was great moral support, but not the most tactful.

“So Tio is there any reason you want to go meet the new seer?”

“I was curious is all.” He trailed off, ringing his hands together. This would have been less nerve wracking with one of his rats. But she had talked him out of bringing any of them. Saying that a lot of people didn't like rats and we didn't want to scare the woman. Still he wished he was petting one of them for comfort.

“Well, I think it's a great idea. You both already have so much in common.” She said with a sly look coming across her face.

“What are you getting at Mirabel.” This conversation was not helping his anxiety.

“Just that, you guys might hit it off.”

“I haven't even met the woman.” He said with a stern look.

They had reached a large tent on the edge of town. A sign staked in the ground said ‘Madam (Y/N)’. Bruno hesitated at the entrance, he had no idea how to announce himself.

Mirabel saw her uncle's struggle and rolled her eyes. She grabbed his hand and shoved through the tent flap.

They where greeted by an unexpected sight. A full figured women was chasing a cat around the room.

“Get back here you demon!” Her round cheeks were flushed red.

Bruno wondered how long she had been chasing the cat. He was brought out of his thoughts by the feline leaping at him. With just enough of a reaction, he managed to catch it. It was only then that he noticed the scarf in it’s mouth.

She came to a sliding stop, mere inches from his nose. Her warm huffing breath hitting his face. She had such enchanting eyes, he found himself lost in them.

“Oh, thank you.” She scooped the bundle from his arms and scolded the cat. “ I’ve told you not to steal my scarfs. I’ll never understand why you’re so obsessed with them.” She took the accessory from it and began to tie the scarf around her head. “Now, how can I…Brunito?”

His eyes widened in shock. “Yes, I mean, have we met before?” He was sure he would remember someone so bewitching.

“Not quite. I had a session with some of your family. You came up a lot.” Her inviting manner was intoxicating.

So much so that he had forgotten Mirabel was there, until she cleared her throat. “Tio Bruno, I realized that Abuela needed my help this afternoon. It was great seeing you again Madam (Y/N).” She rushed from the tent.

Wait, she had been here before? Bruno had a suspicious that there may have been ulterior motives for her agreeing to come along. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his arm, he jolted in surprise. Then blushed when he saw the gentle reassuring smile on her face.

“Would you join me for afternoon tea?” She said in a soft tone. “I may even have some sweets from my travels to go with it.”

He hesitated, glancing to her table he saw a steaming cup of tea, so they had interupted. But on the other hand, it would be rude to not accept an invitation. So he nodded and sat at the table as she looked for snacks.

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Bruno wasn’t sure he could remember enjoying the company of someone outside of his family. He had the most pleasant afternoon with you. The conversation flowed. When there was a silent moment, it didn’t feel awkward.

The relief he felt when neither of you brought up your profession was also great. It was as if you both understood the weight of the job and kept it out of the conversation.

He couldn't remember a more pleasant afternoon.

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As he returned home, he didn't expect the onslaught of questions he would get at the door.

“What did they do?”

“Have tea.”

“What did they talk about?”

“Just general conversation.”

“What did he think of her?”

“She's nice.”

It seemed to simmer down after that, until dinner that is. Then the questions started all over again. Though this time he realized something. His sister's were the ones asking the more leading questions. Then the kids would follow from there.

So after everyone had left the table, he stayed to help clean up. Which was when he turned the questions on Julieta. “When did you and Pepa decide to get me to meet the seer?”

Her shoulders dropped and she shook her head. “I should have know you would figure it out hermano. We just want what's best for you.” She reached out for his arm, but he backed away.

“And how is forcing two people into each other’s lives for the 'best’?”

She crossed her arms with a slight frown. “We thought that you would both enjoy each other’s company. You do have a lot in common.”

He wanted to scoff at that. The only thing they had in common was being seers. He was horrible Bruno, the seer of disasters. She was wonderful, so sweet and beautiful. Everyone loves her, for good reason. “Well, she should have a say in it all.”

Her posture became less stiff. “She been asking about you since she found out you were a seer.”

His head shot toward her with wide eyes. “She has.” He said, more breathless than he would like to admit.

“Yes. I think she wanted to meet some one who would understand. You know.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He said with a shrug.

She then pulled him into a tight hug. “So, tell me all about your visit.”

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And so the visits for tea continued. A few times a week Bruno would make his way to your tent after lunch. The conversation would flow and the atmosphere was always warm. Her cat would leisurely make her way between either of their laps. He couldn't remember a more peaceful time in his life.

So as he lay awake, one restless night, he started at the moon. Comparing it’s alluring beauty to you. He then realized he was in love with you.

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The next time he went for a visit, he hesitated. It felt like the first time he met you all over again. His heart was hammering in his ears, his palms were clammy, and he couldn't stop fidgeting. Would she want to be in a romantic relationship or be friends. His heart stopped at the thought of her wanting to not even be friends. If his feeling drove a wedge between them.

But that faded away when he saw she was taking down her tent.

She heard him come up and turned around smiling. “Hey, I was hoping you'd be by soon. If not i’d have to find your house.” Your smile shifted to something more timid, a look that Bruno wasn’t used to.

“Why are you packing?”

“I’ve out lived my timr in this town. I’m moving on.” She reached out and clasped his hands in his. “I was hoping you would come with me.” Her hands squeezed tighter. “If you want to, that is.”

He thought for a long moment, could he abandon his family again. Then he caressed her hands. “I don’t think I can leave my family. I’m sorry.”

She smiled at him with teary eyes. “It’s OK, I understand. I’m heading West, if you ever want to join me.”

He looked at her, with his own moist stare. “I’ll never forget you.” Then he gave her a strong hug. Both of them holding back unsaid emotions, parted.

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The next day he spent in total solitude. Never answering his door or leaving his room. He was miserable. He finally snuck out from hiding to get something to eat, his stomach gnawing at his backbone.

What he didn't expect was for his mother to be waiting for him in the kitchen. She motioned at the chair beside her and he walked over. His shoulders slumped further as he sat, upset at getting caught.

They both sat for a moment, until he finally break the silence. “How long have you been waiting?”

“For as long as I needed to hijo.”

“You didn't have to.”

She gave him a tender look. “I know, but I wanted to. Now tell me what has you holing yourself away.”

He knew it would be a matter of time before someone asked him. So he layed his feelings on the table.

She seemed surprised, then her expression morphed into one of joy. “I’m so happy for you hijo." She became confused. “Why did you not go with her?”

He was stunned. “I only came back. I didn't want to abandon my family again.”

She shook her head with a mournful smile. “No mijo, love for another, doesn't mean loosing the ones you already care for.” She laid a hand on his. “Follow what your heart tells you.”

He nodded and gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll think about it.” Then he got a snack and went back into hiding.

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In another day, he was giving the Madrigal household a teary goodbye. Everyone was sniffling, but smiling. He then headed out, with a overloaded pack, full of many traveling gifts.

Mid day of his trek, he noticed an odd sight. A tent with the sign ‘Madam (Y/N)’ staked outside. His slow pace disappeared as he raced towards the familiar sight. Calling out as he sped up, he was elated when you poked your head out of the entrance.

You grinned and race over to meet him. Colliding into an embrace, you both grip at each other fiercely. Drawing back, you grabbed his cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. Backing away, your not sure who's more shocked by your actions.

“I’m sorry. I was so excited to see you. I should have asked before.” You ramble, but he stopped you with another kiss.

“It’s fine.” He said with a smile. “How are you only this far?”

“I thought you might need a few days to decide.” She said with a knowing look.

With a shake of his head he kissed her again.

#encanto #chubby reader #bruno madrigal #fluff #anxitey #falling in love

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oh-no-a-whovian · 2 years

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Two more lonely people Part 18

NSFW 18+

Summary: “no matter what happens, I love you”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 25 and Bruno is 50) swearing, violence, blood, alcohol, death, injury, trauma, some smut, oral (f). any others let me know please.

Word count: 2828

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It’s hard to hide the fact that inside you’re freaking out. What if Evaline was telling the truth? She lied about other things, why wouldn’t she throw in a curveball and tell the truth. She’d do anything to get what she came for right?

“When will we know?” Alma asks, looking to you by the doorway as she rubs her son’s shoulders, trying to comfort him while he eats another of Julieta’s arepas. The bite wound is gone from his skin, no signs of scarring like what covers your arm, just some blood soaking into his shirt and some holes in the cloth.

You brought him back to casita, a bleeding dizzy mess, barely able to stand and everyone was already waiting for you. Julieta was already making food to heal both you and Bruno. Dolores had heard everything, your conversation with Bruno, the confrontation, the fight, right down to your limp as you supported Bruno’s weight all the way home.

His sisters and mother were horrified at the sight of the blood coating his clothes, still seeping from the wound. A storm cloud formed above Pepa’s head instantly, soaking her clothes and showing everyone how she feels. Julieta practically shoved an arepa in each of your mouths the moment you walked through the door, watching eagerly for the healing to work. Felix had ushered Antonio to his room so he couldn’t see the brutal sight and though their parents tried, they couldn’t get Mirabel or Camilo to go to their rooms.

“Umm, a month.” you sigh sliding your hand through your hair as you try to breath even, tears prickling your eyes. “He um… He won’t be able to shift until his first full moon. Nothing will change about him till then.” You tell them. The guilt inside you feels like it’s burning you up, destroying you on the inside. This is all your fault. His whole family is here, worrying for him and you feel like the cause of their distress. “I’m so fucking sorry. This is all my fault.” You sob.

“No, mi vida.” Bruno says, rising from his seat and pulling away from his mother to wrap you in his arms, finally strong enough to move again. “This isn’t your fault. Please don’t blame yourself.” He whispers as he kisses your temple, his chin scruff scratching your cheek. As much as you love him and want to believe him, you can’t stop. Your mind keeps trying to come up with ways you could have stopped Matt from biting Bruno and each time it deepens the belief that you failed him.

“What are you gonna do if she was telling the truth?” Camilo asks from his spot, sitting on the window frame.

“we’ll have to take precautions.” You sigh “maybe shifting in the tower, blockade the door… maybe even in the vision cave itself…”

“wh-what about y-you?” Bruno asks, trying to push through the anxiety rising in him. you can tell each time he thinks about the worst-case scenario ‘cause his heart rate picks up, his blood pressure rising each time.

“I will be with you” you cup his cheek, pressing your forehead to his “every step of the way.”

“at least I’ll be in good hands then... or paws” he smiles, the little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more prominent at his amusement.

“funny” you huff, giving him a small smile despite the negative thoughts in your mind.

“Tio Bruno” Mirabel says, trying to get her uncle’s attention. “Why don’t you use your ability? Look into the future and see what’s gonna happen?”

“I uh di-didn’t think of it, years of not using it I suppose. I’ll get right on that.” He tells her, fiddling with your fingers in his hand as he looks to the ground by his feet. You notice his heartbeat change a tiny bit; the lie obvious only to you. “I um... I wanna rest for a bit…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “I’ll do it later and tell you what I see at dinner.” Another lie. “we’ll be down later, just need to talk about a few things.”

You snatch the plate of arepas and wave goodbye to your friends as Bruno leads you out of the room, practically dragging you up the steps and onto the platform. He takes the plate from your hand the moment you reach his bedroom, placing it of the little table beside the door.

His hands are on your before you even have the chance to pout about wanting to eat the arepas. He pulls you tight to his body, his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily. One of his hands slides down, squeezing your butt in a firm grip, and the other pressing the middle of your back, holding you to him.

You want to pull back and make sure he’s okay, this action unusual for him, but you also never want him to stop. His kiss is making to breathless, and his touch is making you wet, squeezing your butt and slowly pulling your skirts up as he tries to get his hand under them.

“Are you okay mi amor?” you ask, smiling but watching him with worry as he finally pulls back for a breath of air.

“Si, I just…” he smiles, staring at you with what you can only call love. His eyes seem to take in each of your features one by one, cementing them into his memories once more. “I need you. There are so many thoughts going through my head right now, I need something to ground me or at least distract me f-for a bit.”

“Oh well if that’s the case. Whatever you need” You grin leaning forward pressing your mouth back to his, the rush from before simmering just below the surface. You grip the edges of his ruana tight, running your tongue along the seam of his lips, begging for entry. He moans into your mouth as he lifts your thighs around his waist, pinning your back to the door. He sucks and nibbles on your tongue and lips, kissing his way along your jaw and down your neck to your collar bone, leaving you a breathless mess as he grinds into you.

He's not normally one to take control, usually a blushing moaning mess, pliable to your every wish. He loves having you in control.

He holds you tight, transferring you to the plush bed with a heavy puff of the duvet. He whispers apologies into your skin for being rough as pushes your skirts up, kissing his way up the inside of your thighs. His desperation sets a fire I your belly and you’re already soaking wet as he hooks his fingers in your underwear, dragging them down.

Threading your fingers through his salt and pepper curls, you gasp as his lips wrap around your clit. He teases you with the tip of his tongue, swirling tiny circles as his scruffy chin hair scratches lightly against your folds. As he teases you, the urge to hold him there and grind on his face rises in you, making you grip his hair tighter much to his delight.

You want him to keep control though, to see where he goes with it. you taught him what you enjoy in great detail, making him blush with each word of praise as he got it right. Clearly, he’s using a couple of those lessons as he spreads your folds with his slender fingers and laps his tongue through the moisture. His moans are muffled in your heat as he presses his tongue into you, his free hand gripping your thigh tight, holding you against his face. He's drinking you in like a man starved and desperate, sucking on the sensitive flesh till you’re moaning gibberish.

You’re an exhausted mess by the time he’s finished with you, taking what he needs after he’s pushed you through your first orgasm. He filled you with his cock, his face buried in your neck, pressing kisses to your skin. You came a second time with him inside you, your pussy gripping him tight as he spilled inside you, his mouth open and brow furrowed as he moaned into your skin.

You enjoyed every minute; you just hope he’ll tell you what’s wrong when he gets back from the bathroom.

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Bruno’s POV

Part of him wanted this, he’d be lying if he said otherwise. He wanted to be like her, to see what she sees, to spend every full moon by her side. he wanted to feel it all and be exactly what she needs. And now he just might, but if what Evaline said is true, it’s gonna come at a massive price. Now he hopes that Julieta’s cooking worked.

With all the shock and stress of it his mind focused on one thing. If what Evaline was saying is true maybe the other part is too. If he is now like [Y/N], he can get her pregnant, make a child and a life with her. It made sense. Months of unprotected sex and not even a scare? The thought of her baring had driven him mad and the moment he had enough blood back in his veins he was hard, making him painfully aware how much that turned him on. He was silently hoping for months that maybe he hadn’t missed his chance.

It was like a hunger overcame him, desperate and greedy, and although she seemed concerned, she wasn’t complaining.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s on your mind now?” she asks when he finally stepped out from the bathroom. She’s laying on her side, her head propped up on her hand and her skirt riding high up her thigh. “And why you lied to your family about looking into the future?”

“I couldn’t help you… seeing that in the vision didn’t help.” He admits as he collapses beside her. The vision showed her angry with them, but it didn’t show him bleeding out beneath her or her fighting for their lives, for his life. All it did was create anxiety and, in the end, didn’t even help. “When you told me not to do a vision for you, you were right.” He’s not ready yet to tell her the other thing on his mind, that part of him wants a child with her.

“obviously” she smiles at him, cupping his cheek, scratching her fingers through his scruff. “That doesn’t mean that in certain circumstances it’s not useful.”

“You think I should look?” he asks. He feels exhausted, can practically feel the familiar bags under his eyes, so he’s not even sure he actually has the strength to do a vision.

“it’s entirely up to you, mi amor. I’m not gonna tell you when you should or shouldn’t use your gift” fuck he loves her. There are times where he just can’t wrap his head around it. How’d he become the one blessed with her love and affection. No matter what his decision, she’ll be with him.

“I won’t. I want to live the rest of this month free of the burden the next full moon may bring.”

“Fine by me” she smiles, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

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Dolores’s POV

Dolores heard her friend leave casita again a few hours after the attack by the river and has been keeping an ear on her since. [Y/N] called out saying she was heading to check on her mother, making sure Dolores knew where she was going. She listened as her friend walked all the way to her home by the market.

It’s always made her smile whenever [Y/N] would do that, telling her something even when she’s on the other side of town. whenever she needed comfort or a distraction from the sounds she didn’t want to hear, she focused on her friend or Mariano. Hearing them out there, living their lives, eases her mind and brings her peace.

‘I’m leaving you and we’re leaving Encanto’ Dolores hears Evaline say, a ruffling sound of clothes being hastily shoved into a suitcase accompanying her voice.

‘wha? Yo-you’re leaving me?’ [Y/N]’s father Liam slurs, already drunk even though it’s barely passed two pm. ‘why?! Evaline, you will fucking explain yourself now!’ he shouts as he grabs a hold of his wife’s arms, making Dolores jump.

‘Something happened…’ she sobs ‘we can’t be together… I can’t it’s too much!’ she cries.

‘Tell me woman!’

‘Your… Your daughter bit us… me and Matty…’ she lies, crying crocodile tears. Dolores’ heart pounds at the thought of what this woman saying, spinning a tale to manipulate. What will she gain from telling such falsehoods? ‘I tried to hide it from you… bu-but when I asked her why… she said she wants to ruin your life for what you did’ The man is silent, but Dolores can hear his feet stumble back in shock. ‘She hates you so much and she wouldn’t even tell me why… what are you doing?’

‘What I should have when she was a child.’ The man practically growls, slamming a door and stomping along the wooden floor. ‘Killing the bitch’

Dolores is on her feet in a flash, racing from her room and into Isabela’s, not even knocking before barging in.

“Isa! You need to get into town now!”

“What? why?” her cousin asks, turning away from her statue made of carnivorous plants.

“[Y/N’s dad is going to kill her.”

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[Y/N]’s POV

You hum as you fold the laundry and place it all in the basket, pulling each piece one by one from the line to take in. Your mother had to pop to the market before they pack up, having forgotten something when she went earlier. You’re always happy to help her when she needs it.

Sudden pain erupts in your skull as you’re knocked to the ground. Your vision is blurry, and you can’t think straight as you try to focus on the person standing over you, what kinda looks like a thick branch in their hand.

“You really hated me this much?” your father angry voice meets your ear as you try to shake away the disorientation. “I never thought you the type to be cruel.” He growls.

“I d… I don’t know what you’re ta-talking about.” You try to say, slurring and stuttering, unable to form coherent thoughts.

“You think you can lie to me now you little bitch?” he shouts, grabbing the front of your dress and slapping you across the face. “I knew you were a monster the moment you turned the first time.” He sneers.

“I didn’t do anything!” you cry, trying to push him away to no avail. The impact to your head was too strong.

“You turned Evaline and Matt to hurt me!”

“I didn’t” you try to shake your head only to make your mind spin more. “She was werewolf before I was even b-born. He was born a werewolf…”

“Stop lying!” he screams, dropping you with a thud as he looks around the small yard. His eyes focus on an object by the wall and his wrathful frown turns into a sadistic grin as he steps over to it. he lifts it with emphasise, staring up at the three prongs on the end with bloodlust in his eyes.

“No. please” you beg, trying to pull yourself away from him. once again, you’re seeing the monster you thought you’d escaped, the same scent of alcohol wafting around him. “I didn’t”

“This town, hell this world would be better off without a monster like you in it” he stalks toward you, the pitchfork tight in his anger filled grip. “I’m doing everyone a favour” he snarls, pointing the prongs down at you and holding it high above his head. “I should have done this years ago”

You see the flash in his eyes as he’s about to force the weapon down into you. The look of pure hatred. You close your eyes and wait for the pain, but it never comes.

Your eyes blink open to see shock on his face, his grip around the pitchfork loosening. Blood seeps into his shirt around a sharp vine speared through his chest, getting longer and longer as it’s forced through his body.

You glance to the back door of your home to see Isabela, her eyes wide with horror and her hand up as she controls the vine killing your father. As soon as she releases it, sending it back into the earth, the man collapses to the ground beside you. The monster that has haunted your dreams for years is finally dead.

“Isa” you whisper as she races to your side, lifting you into her lap and holding you close as she cries into your hair.

“it’s okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” she mumbles in your hair over and over. “Mi mama is coming, everyone is coming”

A/N: for the person who thought her dad would be pissed about being manipulated. Didn’t remember all of Bruno’s visions, eh? Two more chapters! We’re almost done! Remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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mak3itr7ght · 7 months

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Pair: Hoseok x fem! Reader (Disney "'Encanto" AU)

Y/n's pov:

"and so the Candle saved our lives, helping us start a new beginning full of prosperity. End."

It was my 18th birthday, my parents gifted me a book, even if they knew that I wans't into reading that much. I had a lot of books which I started reading but never finished into the bookshelf near my bed, but, that book, I was able to finish it in a day! It was telling the story of Encanto, a village in South America, where there was...magic.

It was a legend, at least, this what my parents said, but...I knew that it was real, and my biggest dream was to visit that place. So, with the excuse of going in South America on vacation, as a gift for my graduation, I went to Colombia. My parents insisted about accompany me there, but I decided to take with me some friends. Once I arrived there, I started my journey across the country. My beloved book had also a map drawn on the first pages of it, a map that led to Encanto! That looked perfect, wasn'it?

It was a sunny day, it was the typical weather there, a very hot weather. I followed carefully the path on the map, ending in finding myself in front of a small village, it looked familiar... It was it. It was Encanto! I knew it was real and that it wasn't just a legend! My eyes lighted up at the sight of those colorful houses, the kids who were happily playing across the roads , the peasants who weren't able to stop smiling! Wow, only watching that scenery, made me full of positivity and good feelings. It was worth it, all that path.

'Finally, here I am...Encanto!"

I exclaimed, pulling the hood of my mantle down, which was protecting me from the scorching heat and beating sun, and starting walking among the roads of that shining place. Even if i was a foreign, as my eyes met with the other people of the place, they smiled at me. There was music coming from every angle of the village, and all those things made me feel so comfortable. The more I approached the main square, more that music was laud, I started to hear also a voice, so tuned. I searched that person who was singing so joyfully and I spotted a girl:

She had short, very curly, dark hair, she wore glasses, her skin was very tanned like caramel, that skin color highlighted her dress who was white and purple with many other colorful decorations. I stayed there, listening to her, she was singing a song about her family...the Madrigals, so they were real as well, I said to myself. I hoped that also their magic was real with them. I sat on the edge of the fountain that was placed right into the center of the square and I kept listening to her, even if I already knew everything about her family, about the miracle candle and all the rest, even if my book didn't talk about every member of the family in detail, the only person who was mentioned the most was Abuela Alma. Once the song ended, the girl turned to face me, that surprised me, apparently she already noticed me. She started to walk towards me keeping her joyful vibe.

'Hello there! I never saw you here! You arrived now, right? I'm Mirabel, Mirabel Madrigal! What's your name? Where are you from?!'

The girl from the colorful dress, Mirabel, started to, literally, overwhelm me with questions. This made me chuckle. I told her that I was coming from a far country, that I discovered Encanto through a book, showing it to her, and obviously I revealed her my dream to find out if that place was real and not just result of someone's mind, and if that place was magical or not. Mirabel smiled at me, then took me to the Madrigals' 'casita' and she introduced to me all her family, there were a lot of members...but, most important thing, she asked Abuela Alma in person, the family leader and Mirabel's grandma, to explain me how the candle worked, then she told me something more about Encanto and the family, things that wasn't mentioned in the book, especially one episode: when Encanto got destroyed and 'Tio Bruno''s story...I still couldn't believe it. It was happening. Was it real? Or was it just a dream? I only know that i loved that place more minute by minute. I pinched myself and, since the pain i felt, it was all very true. I couldn't stop smiling, my dream was becoming reality. Only God knows how much I wanted to start living there, but I knew I must go home, and keep studying and at Encanto there wasn't any relatives or intimate friends of mine. I chose to stay there for some days and Mirabel asked me to stay with her and her family since their 'casita' was big enough for a guest. After contemplating again that beautiful house, I saw Mirabel running around, it looked like she was looking for someone.

'Yo Dolores! Have you seen Hobi?'

She asked to her cousin.

'Probably he's around the village helping someone, as usual'

As it seemed, Mirabel was looking for a guy, since she couldn't be satisfied if she wouldn't be able to introduce me EVERY SINGLE MEMBER of her family. It was right her who pulled me out of my thoughts and grabbed me by my arm, taking me again through the square, in order to making me meet this last member of the Madrigal, another cousin of hers, Hoseok, his name didn't look Spanish, anyway, so I wondered why choosing a foreign name for a latino guy.

'THERE HE IS!'

We stopped near the fountain, I looked around, but I didn't spot boys who looked like Mirabel. Right her, then, pointed towards a guy, he was helping a child who was just been bullied for his Asian traits, even this Hoseok seemed to have similar traits...that's why I didn't focus on him, at first, but then I let myself admiring those traits: Dark, long and wavy hair, almond-shaped eyes, pointy nose, sharped jawline, dimples and a sunlike shiny smile. All these features were highlighted by his honeylike skin.

Those traits enchanted me and made me curious at the same time. I looked with a confused face at Mirabel. She started to talk, like she read my mind.

'Wait! I know what you're thinking about...but first, you have to know that his power made him able to feel people's real emotions and to help them to solve their concerns through music...even if someone is good at hiding their feelings, is it sadness, anger, love or joy...he will know! And yes, I know that you noticed that he look a bit different from the other family members but, it's normal and now I'll explain you why: you should know that my great-great-grandfather married a woman of Asian descent, who obviously became my dear great-great-grandmother. No one, until now, had ever taken traits from her, Hoseok had, however... also for this reason, Tia Pepa gave him this name of Asian origins, if I'm not mistaken.. it means... "the name that will be spread throughout the country", and, now that I think about it, he's actually very well known throughout Colombia with the nickname "Doctor of Feelings"...magical...Don't you think so??'

Everything was clearer, and even more magical, in my humble opinion. Mirabel and I watched the scene without intervening, from afar, the girl told me that during these moments, neither Hoseok nor the person he helps should be distracted. The child burst into tears in the boy's arms to vent and release his sadness.

'it's okay, it's okay to cry, it's okay to be sad, but you also must be strong and keep positivity alive and remember that we are equipped with a weapon that can make us win any war, hope. Everything will work out. You are not alone. I'm here, here with you.'

These were the words with which Hoseok managed to make the child smile, while he stroked the latter's curly hair. Immediately afterwards, the boy took out a small box from his pocket, it was emerald green colored with golden decorations, he opened it and his eyes began to turn green... green like hope itself, then from the little box, which in the end was practically a music box, a song came out.

That sound was melancholy, but as the child regained confidence in himself, it changed: The melody, in fact, went from exuding sadness to exuding something more... relaxing, something that made you smile, without realizing it. The boy, smiling, hugged Hoseok once again. I couldn't help but gasp. This was one of the most beautiful forms of magic, in my opinion.

'he could not receive power more suited to him. From an early age he had great empathy, there isn't a person who doesn't get along with him, he's just..' ,

'Perfect..'

I covered my mouth...that word seemed to have come out without permission. I was quite embarrassed, but in the end, it was the truth... Mirabel nudged me and gave me a little look. She took my arm, dragging me towards that "perfect" boy. In the meantime, Hoseok had already encouraged the child to go and play with other children, while, at a certain point, he saw Mirabel and me coming towards him:

'Mirabel!! Good morning! Oh.. Who is this girl that is with you? Your friend?'

Apparently asking lots of questions was a family trait haha. I felt a little anxious, he was looking at me, with that beautiful smile attached to his face, it was reassuring in a certain sense, but at the same time I couldn't get even a single verse out of my mouth... but I couldn't stay there, still, and make a fool of myself, so I took a breath and started talking:

'Hey!!! I'm y/n. I recently arrived at Encanto. I had read about this magnificent place in a book my parents gave me some time ago and I really wanted to know if it really existed, so I left with some of my friends. I arrived here, I heard Mirabel singing and then she came to me, we talked, we became friends and she introduced me to the whole Madrigal family...but...you were missing so Mirabel brought me here and... Here we are ha ha ha'

I literally showed up in one go...in fact, after that, I was out of breath. Hoseok started laughing, he knew his cousin very well so he didn't have a hard time believing that situation.

'Mirabel you never change eh'

'no~I'm perfect like this eheh'

Mirabel exclaimed smiling. At a certain point, she heard a voice, quite loud, calling out her name.

'Mirabel! Abuela is looking for you!!'

The voice was Isabel, one of the brunette's sisters.

'Ooh you have to excuse me... who knows what Abuela wants, I better run to her hahaha Don't worry my friend, I'll leave you in good hands'

After saying this sentence, Mirabel gave me a clear wink, and I was left alone with Hoseok.. We looked at each other, a little confused, for a few seconds, then Hoseok, luckily, decided to break the ice.

'so.. Since you arrived recently.. Do you want to come with me? I'll take you to visit the place'

The boy exclaimed. I nodded and followed him.

Hoseok showed me every little corner of the place, of course, singing a song. This was also a peculiar trait of the family, and obviously he had a beautiful voice, when we spoke to each other before, I noticed that his voice was quite low and a little hoarse, but when he sang... it seemed to transform, his voice became so sweet and harmonious, it was a pleasure to listen to it. That voice hypnotized me to the point that I found myself dancing a tango with him, letting myself be carried away by the music...in fact, as soon as I acquired a minimum of lucidity, I looked around and saw that we were alone, so I wondered where it came from.... It came from his pocket, it could only be his music box.. that's why I felt almost under a spell, that song contained... passion and... Love. I liked dancing with him, I almost felt as if a certain harmony had arisen between the two of us, even though we had only known each other for more or less... an hour? The fact is that I didn't feel like following my reason that day, I wanted to follow my heart for once.

It all ended with a casquè.

I've always liked dancing, if I have to be honest, but couple style dances have never been for me... that time, however, it was different. Could it have been the music box? Perhaps? Yes? No? I did not care. My eyes were locked with Hoseok's, but when the music ended, my lucidity took over and so did surprise and embarrassment. We were actually very close, despite having only just met, so much so that our two heavy breaths mixed together. After a few seconds, strangely, instead of letting our shyness resurface, we burst out laughing.

We returned to the Casita and had a pleasant chat along the way.

The other members of the family were already waiting for us at home and between more laughter, more chatter and continuous glances from Mirabel and Isabel who had already understood that there was something special between me and their cousin, time passed quickly, and the evening was already coming.

"Y/n, do you want to come with me? I want to show you something magical and... don't get me wrong okay? haha"

Hoseok winked at me after saying that. How could I not misunderstand him? But, whatever his intentions, my heart told me to follow him because, despite knowing him only a little, I already had a certain trust in him. So, I nodded and followed him. Finally, he led me in front of one of the doors upstairs, on that door there was a picture of a box, and Hoseok coming out of it like those toys with clown inside, and around him, from that box, musical notes came out. We entered the room and I can't hide that I was literally left speechless:

It was an immense room, with neon lights of a thousand colors attached to the walls, which contrasted that rainbow with an opaque black and those same walls were adorned with Pop-art style paintings. There were some peculiar figurines, with X's at the place of their eyes but they were kinda cute.

Hoseok took me to a small platform that was in the center of the room, it seemed to be some sort of elevator and, after snapping his fingers, the platform rose upwards arriving in another room, which was almost hidden, in the ceiling of the initial room: It was literally a studio! There was a huge computer, with three monitors, a colored keyboard, a black leather sofa, a giant puff, and many other soft toys, statuettes, abstract paintings. Through it all my mouth was still wide open in amazement. I tried to say something but, for the umpteenth time, Hoseok's magic ensured that not even a miserable sound came out of my mouth. It was right Hoseok who took care of closing my jaw, which was starting to hurt since it was being opened for a while, and then smiling at me, now that I think about it, when he smiled his mouth took the shape of a heart... what a cute thing, right?

'what do you think?'

He asked me and I could only say one word:

'Magical...'

and I added

'I love magic.'

I could hear Hoseok's chuckle.

'You see, this is my studio, when I have the right inspiration, I come here and produce new melodies for my music box, using my own emotions. Sometimes it happened to me, however, that some melodies created themselves. If I'm sad, I come here, press some random key on the keyboard, and a melody comes out! Cool, right? I often come to this place when I feel upset, or when I don't want to be seen like that by the rest of the family. There are also days when I feel like being alone, not that I don't love my family but... that's how I am, in the end although they call me a "doctor of feelings", who will take care of treating me? Now everyone thinks that I'm the boy who is never sad or angry, everyone thinks that I spend my days carefree, that I'm all rainbows and little flowers. But I hope that one day they will understand that it's not really like that..'

Hoseok was holding his music box, which at that moment was playing music that aroused a bit of sadness.

I took his hand. He immediately jumped.

'Oh God, I'm sorry if I vented like this... especially since you don't know me well, I can't have made a good impression, can I? I'll be honest... it's just that I felt I could confide in you, you inspire me with a certain trust and you're not even local so... I don't know... I let my heart give way to logic, for once, and I hope I didn't make the wrong choice...'

I was sorry to see him in that state, and above all I wanted to make him understand that he doesn't have to apologize, I tried to imagine what it could be like, living wearing a mask day after day, living without the freedom to be who you really are... perhaps this meant the symbol on the door of Hoseok's room, he was closed in that box, and he just wanted to find a way to get out, and take all his feelings and his music with him... that studio was his safety zone, but in a certain sense , I also wanted to convey that security to him, because Hoseok gave so much for the people he loved, for the people of his country and also of the rest of Colombia and I know that if he had had the strength, he would have given his all for every single person on this planet.. and he didn't deserve to live like this, he didn't deserve it at all.

I tried to smile at him to reassure him and squeezed his hand a little tighter.

'You shouldn't hide the real you. People will love you even when you are less joyful and more serious. Even if you have powers thanks to the miracle, you are still human. And then... you do so much for your people, now you should think about feeling good about yourself, and about showing yourself who you are to the world, like you did with me. Even though we have known each other for just under a day, I know that you are a sweet, sensitive, altruistic person and that you have such surprising empathy, that it leaves me speechless more than this place and its magic did. So.. If one day you burst into tears or started screaming in frustration, I'm sure no one would leave you alone. You said it yourself to that child: it's okay to be sad, it's okay to feel bad, the important thing is knowing how to continue to be positive and believe in hope, right?'

Hoseok smiled at me, apparently, I succeeded in my aim, my words cheered him up like nothing had ever done before. I understood it from the music of the music box, which changed, it seemed like a melody that recalled love, but also peace, tranquility, I can't even describe well what feeling that song aroused, but I know that it showed the strength of feeling that has always bonded us, even before we met.

It was the first melody we created together. The first of many others.

The days passed, and our relationship improved day by day. Hoseok tried to show his mood more without putting on fake smiles. One day, while I was helping Julieta with some chores, I saw Hoseok on the ledge of the stairs and caught him in the act while he was watching me, but I didn't point it out to him that he had been discovered. At a certain point Bruno approached him... and Hoseok told me the rest:

'I saw it you know?'

Bruno said.

Hoseok jumped, not noticing his uncle next to him, as he was too immersed in observing me haha

'Tio Bruno!! You scared me!!'

The boy exclaimed laughing.

'anyway... What are you referring to?

Hoseok asked curiously. His uncle didn't say a word, he smiled and gave him a frame with one of his visions in it, and then left. The frame depicted Hoseok and me, kissing, with the Miracle behind us, burning with a high, bright flame. Hoseok was very struck by that image and smiled like he had never smiled before. However, he decided not to tell me anything, worried that I still didn't reciprocate his feelings or that, in some way, he might have caused some trouble.

Another week passed, there was a celebration in the village and Abuela, for this very reason, brought the miracle to the square. Everyone was dancing and having fun. Hoseok and I were also in the crowd dancing, as usual. When the song ended we looked at each other, smiling, but this time looking at each other with different eyes... it was no mystery that I was already in love with Hoseok, but I was good at hiding it in the presence of others, but Mirabel had already understood everything. I didn't come out for the same reason Hoseok didn't come out before then. That day the atmosphere was particularly romantic and my lover was more beautiful than usual... perhaps it was the light of the Miracle, which was right behind us, which framed his face perfectly. And those pink, heart-shaped lips attracted me more than usual. Hoseok then looked around and noticed that the scenario was exactly that of Bruno's vision. He flashed another one of his wonderful smiles, looking up at my eyes and then at my lips. Apparently, we agreed on the ending of that moment.

'what's up?'

I asked him laughing. Hoseok began to sing a song, to the tune that his music box was singing, a real love song.

'I want to tell you that.. te amo'

This was the phrase with which that perfect boy of mine ended the song.

'yo Tambien te amo'

I stated, and, without thinking further, I decided to kiss him. It sounds a bit cliché... but I felt in heaven, even just for a few seconds. It almost seemed like I had been waiting for this moment forever. After a few seconds we broke the kiss and continued to look at each other, smiling. But the harmony that had been created was interrupted by the applause of the whole town who witnessed the scene. in embarrassment, I buried my head in Hoseok's shoulder, laughing. He held me and rested his head on mine looking at the people who were clapping. He twas smiling from ear to ear and his face was all red, he was adorable, my Hoseok.

'WE NEED TO CELEBRATE EVEN MORE NOW!!'

Mirabel shouted, happier than ever.

And we all danced until the sun rose. With the music of Hoseok's music box that released happiness with every note and with the light of the Miracle, which shone brighter than ever.

#bts au fanfic #bts au masterlist #bts fanfic #bts #hoseok #hoseok x reader #hoseok x y/n #jhope #jhope x reader #bts disney au #disney au #disney #Spotify

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ilovekazuhaa · 2 years

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Oops...

Succession to this, this, and this.

The family talks about mishaps while using their gifts. Inspired by a post I saw of the triplets having much worse scars but idk where it is so if anyone can find it and link it that'd be greatly appreciated!

Madrigal Family x gn!reader(familial)

Warning! This chapter contains mention of scars and nasty accidents! If that's not you're thing keep scrolling.

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You were working in your room. A part of your project was bothering you, so you brought out some of the tech in your room to test. Leaving it run while you made a list of variables to test.

CRACK!!!

Searing pain shot down your spine, leg and arm on your (non-dominant) side. You yelled because that is a reasonable reaction to whatever the hell happened.

You checked the damage, spiraling burn marks ran down your arm. You pulled your hand away from the desk, revealing a hand-shaped burn mark and further marks running down the desk's leg.

Electrical discharge.

The fact you could still feel and move your arm and leg meant there wasn't any nerve damage, at least. But you figured you should at least go get some food from Tia Julieta, as the parts in question still felt tingly.

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You find your Tia in the kitchen. She just started preparing lunch. "Hey, Y/n! Getting hungry?" she pondered.

"Getting hurt." You replied, holding out your arm.

Julieta wipes her hands on her apron, holding your arm gingerly.

"Ay, Y/n... Did you forget to turn something off?"

"You could say that."

She walks away, coming back with an arepa, pressing it into your hand. "Here. Eat up, Mijo."

You took a bite, and while the tingling faded, the scar remained.

"Um, Tia...?"

Julieta, however, wasn't concerned. "You really are part of the family, huh."

Your confused silence prompted her to explain.

"Surprising as it may be, every Madrigal, gift or no, has had a mishap within a year of their gift ceremony, leaving something that doesn't quite heal right." She displays her left hand to you, and you notice the tip of her index finger is... Well, squarer than the rest. "That happened literally the next day. Abuela was teaching me how to cook, funnily enough." she giggled like it wasn't that bad, but you just stared in a weird mix of awe and disbelief.

"You guys talkin' about gift scars?" You hear Bruno, and spin around to see him poking his head in through the doorway.

"Gift scars?" You're only further confused.

"Yeah, everyone in the family has one."

You hear Julieta sigh as she steps into view, "Bruno has this theory that the magic is "getting used" to you and gives you a scar as a reminder of how dangerous your power can be if you're not careful. But it doesn't explain how Mira, Felix, Augustin and Abuela got theirs despite not having gifts." She emphasized each name with a flick to Bruno's shoulder.

"That doesn't mean it's not a big adjustment! A new person is joining the family, lots of uncertainty."

You glance between your Julieta and Bruno, and decide to leave them to arguing about the semantics of the arcane. You had things to do, anyway.

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An hour later finds you by the riverside, helping Isa set up a raft to grow aquatic plants on. You'd swapped your pants for shorts and had rolled up your sleeves, so of course she was going to notice.

"So you got yours too, hm?" She asked, planting a bundle of basil in one of the raft's baskets.

"That was oddly nonchalant, the way you asked."

"Doesn't answer my question, Y/n."

You sigh. "Yeah. Left something on while workshopping."

...

"Do you have a gift scar, Isa?"

"Ugh. Don't tell me you actually believe Tio's theory." she groaned.

"I don't!" You reply quickly, "I just don't have anything else to call it."

Isa hums, "Well, I do, to answer you question." She steps her foot onto the raft, showing her ankle to be slightly swollen, "Turns out, I'm allergic to daffodils. The other one's like this too."

You wince. "That's... Good to know though! Just because you can grow it doesn't mean you should in case of, like, an allergy or something." You tried to be positive, you really did.

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After lunch, you and Dolores were reading together in her room. She had a book you would call a classic, and you had a book from your time that the miracle was able to conjure up for you.

...

You notice the silence is a tad heavier.

You hear Dolores squeak, and she flips to the next page.

"Yeah, I got a scar from my gift." You say.

She squeaks again, "I didn't want to bring it up, you sounded so... Conflicted about the whole thing."

"Well..." You mark your page and close the book, "If it's just another part of proof I'm a Madrigal, why question it at this point, si?"

"Yeah..."

...

Dolores pipe up again, "Y'know, it's hard to get a scar with a gift like mine. But I have one."

You glance in her direction, "Really?"

She nods, pulling up her skirt to show a darker-colored patch on her knee. "I got distracted by a cart giving out and tripped. My hands got roughed up too, but they healed completely."

You hummed in thought.

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Dinnertime rolls around and you're at the table, wondering about the rest of your family's scars. But at the table feels too impersonal, so your musings are kept to yourself.

Antonio spends a lot of time with animals, that jaguar has to have gotten too excited at one point.

Camilo can shapeshift, so if he's got a scar he's probably hidden it that way.

You can clearly see the mark of a stray bolt on your mom's shoulder.

Your dad probably has something similar, just in a place you can't easily see.

You never saw Bruno's scar, but it more than likely came about due to how much glass he handles, accidentally cutting himself on a vision.

Luisa... Her gift is super strength, right? A gift like that's bound to make one careless.

How the non-magical family members get scar clearly related to magic, you can't tell. But you notice Abuela has a scattering of irregular dots on the back of her hand, undoubtedly from her first year as keeper of the magic. Something from the house more than likely.

Mirabel doesn't have any scars that you can see, but who knows?

Augustin's face has a smattering of dark pinpricks. The bees never seem to give him a break, it seems.

"Y/n?" Abuela asks.

You startle, "Eh, yes Abuela?"

"Why are you so pensive, Hijo? Is something the matter?"

You think for a moment, "Er... No. Nothing that should be asked here."

...

"Very well, then. But if it's still bothering you, you just say something. Alright?"

You nod, and go back to eating.

Yeah, it's way to personal a question to ask at the dinner table.

bro this is such a cool idea i love your writing so much and i can’t get enough of it!!! literally screamed when i saw this in my ask box LMAO i know exactly which post you were talking about the second i started reading it’s this one. i love the way how this is so thought out and how the family interacts and it makes me realize i miss the abundance of encanto fics :(( but seriously this is SO amazing like how reader got their scar and how everyone else’s scar is also revealed too is just so ahhhh! you should write more, you have a talent for this!

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iwannabecamiloshovel · 2 years

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Julieta: What did you two do?

Bruno:

Pepa:

Julieta: You're not in trouble, I just want to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

#encanto x y/n #encanto x reader #julieta x reader #julieta madrigal x reader #julieta madrigal #encanto julieta #julieta my beloved #pepa x reader #pepa my beloved #pepa madrigal x reader #pepa madrigal #tia pepa #pepa imagine #bruno simp #bruno my beloved #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #tio bruno

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lucianvoices · 1 year

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I posted 85 times in 2022

That's 85 more posts than 2021!

60 posts created (71%)

25 posts reblogged (29%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@gamerbearmira

@carlaerosie

@gumbeee

I tagged 20 of my posts in 2022

#dolores madrigal - 4 posts

#luisa madrigal - 3 posts

#julieta madrigal - 3 posts

#julieta madrigal x reader - 2 posts

#mirabel madrigal - 2 posts

#isabela madrigal - 2 posts

#hahaha - 2 posts

#epilepsy - 1 post

#autistic community - 1 post

#adhd things - 1 post

Longest Tag: 25 characters

#julieta madrigal x reader

My Top Posts in 2022:

Imagine Juileta Madrigal x Reader

Mentions:The Reader is Autistic

Julieta lets Y/N talk about their favourite Thing alot, She’s also very Patient with Y/N With trying new food textures! She comforts Y/n During a Meltdown

32 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

Epilepsy Awareness Month

Hello Everyone, I Just wanted to come on here and Talk about Epilepsy since it's Epilepsy awareness month (If u Can Pls Put Purple on ur account if u can)

Epilepsy is a central nervous system (neurological) disorder in which brain activity becomes abnormal, causing seizures or periods of unusual behavior, sensations and sometimes loss of awareness.

Anyone can develop epilepsy. Epilepsy affects both males and females of all races, ethnic backgrounds and ages.

Seizure symptoms can vary widely. Some people with epilepsy simply stare blankly for a few seconds during a seizure, while others repeatedly twitch their arms or legs. Having a single seizure doesn't mean you have epilepsy. At least two seizures without a known trigger (unprovoked seizures) that happen at least 24 hours apart are generally required for an epilepsy diagnosis.

Treatment with medications or sometimes surgery can control seizures for the majority of people with epilepsy. Some people require lifelong treatment to control seizures, but for others, the seizures eventually go away. Some children with epilepsy may outgrow the condition with age. --------- I Have Grandmal seizures(Probably one of the deadliest ones) Since this year and I've had Focal seizures since I was a Baby. I have probably almost died 6 times in my life and 2 of them were seizure related(5, and 14) Please check up on your Epileptic Friends, Ask them to take their meds

40 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

Que se fue del encanto..

Mirabel grabbed Antonio, hoisting him on her back before kicking open Luisa’s door and grabbing her hermana mayor by the hand and yanking her out of the room. In the hallway, the two, very confused, family members Luisa and Antonio could see Dolores wrestling Bruno out of a painting in the wall.

With the candle in a small lantern next to her.

“B-But what about the others?!” Bruno whined, falling to the floor as Dolores pulled him up and pulled him along, picking up the candle.

“What have they ever done for you? They’ve only belittled you, and the rest of us. No more Tio! I can’t watch and listen anymore, so I’m taking things into my own hands.” Dolores said as she followed her hija down the stairs to Casita front doors.

“D-Dolores? Mira? Tio Bruno—w-what’s going on?” Luisa frantically asked, taking note to Casitas rumbling tiles.

“We’re leaving. This family isn’t fit for us, we aren’t staying. You have obviously been overworked and used, and I’m not letting it continue. Mirabel has been ignored, I won’t let any of it happen to Antonio. And we’re taking Tio Bruno as well. No more.” Dolores said, ushering them out the door.

Dolores carefully opened the latern and took the candle out, setting it down in front of Casita, backing away for a moment. The house rumbled and rattled, bright glowing gold pouring itself from the house to the candle.

Once it was done, Dolores placed the candle back into the lantern, and pushed the others away from the now inanimate house.

“What happened to Casita?” Antonio asked.

“Casita is coming with us. The magic from it was transferred back into the candle, so Casita will be wherever we go.”

“But where are we going?” Bruno said, no longer fighting against the two girls who had sat onto a cart that had a donkey. With Dolores driving, the others in the back sat as the noticed that their bags had been loaded into the cart, full of what was mostly likely their clothes.

“Away from here,” Dolores sneered, not looking back at the house.

(Part written By @gamerbearmira)

Morning arose in Casita, there was no knocking on doors.. weird, Alma looked at the Window where the Candle should be, It wasn’t there.. “What, Where did the Candle go!?” She rushed outside her door to find 3 Dark doors and The Nursery left open. Antonio, Mirabel, Dolores and Luisa were gone. “what happend..”

Pepa wailed “My Babies!” Félix tried Reassuring her but nothing worked, Julieta And Agustin weren’t in any better state.

“Their Gone, My Sweet Sweet Youngest Babies..” Julieta Was Heartbroken, not only were her two youngest girls gone, Alma didn’t seem to even care.

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Coco x Encanto AU

Mirabel didn't know where she was, there was a huge bridge with flower petals "Wh..- This isn't Casita.." She proceeded to walk to the first person she saw "Hi I'm Mirabel Madrigal.. where am i?" Mirabel asked the skeleton "You're in the land of the dead.." Hector spoke "How old are you?" He asked "15." Hector stared at her for a few moments, this is the nieta of the Pedro Madrigal "Are you the youngest nieta of Pedro Madrigal by any chance?" Mirabel nodded "My name is Hector Rivera, You're in the Mexican branch, we should get you too the Colombian branch!" Mirabel nodded and Followed Hector to a "Bus" and stepped inside "So how did you get here? the last time some thing like this happened, a boy got cursed-" "La casa Madrigal fell on me"

“Oh.”

45 notes - Posted October 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

@c-rose2081 ‘s Flightless mirabel au Refrence to Mirabel being like icarus

61 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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nellycanwrite · 2 years

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okay so!!! i just caught up with lmfe and I! AM! LOVING! IT!!! I CANT EXPRESS MY UNDYING LOVE FOR THAT FIC!!! THE WRITING??? THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT??? THE ANGST???? CHEF'S KISS I TELL YA!!! i love how you write reader!!! she's not the stereotypical kind mom who went through trauma, but she's unconsciously projecting it to her kids (not that it's a good thing irl, but some write characters as strong people who just gets over the trauma, yknow?? we actually see reader going through trauma so subtly that you cant even tell it's there!) there's something about the way you write that really brings me in and it's just so poetic!!! I LOVE IT!!!

i have a few theories up in my mind about whats gonna happen, and im not sure if theyre all right but it's worth a shot! it's okay not to answer because you know, spoilers and stuff (but i hope you do answer!!!)

Mateo's going to die (I HOPE NOT). if not dead then maybe just sick???? I DONT KNOW NELLY. YOU FORESHADOWED SCARY SHIT IN THE LAST FEW CHAPTERS ABOUT MATEO AND IM SCARED

And THIS chapter!! i handle tarot cards before and I just know that these are tarot card descriptions!!! i never would have thought about it until i saw this line "he sits in all of his glory with the keys of Heaven at his feet" and i immediately knew this was The Hierophant! WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HERE NELLY?? IF YOURE SUGGESTING ONE OF THE KIDS WILL BE REBELLING THEN IM GOING TO GO WILD im still figuring out the other descriptions of the vision because i just had to come here IMMEDIATELY before i can make sense of them!!

Also i think Encanto is?? going?? TO WAR?? YOUVE BEEN FORESHADOWING SO MANY SHIT EVEN IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS THAT I FEEL LIKE IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN SOON???

i still have so many theories in mind!!! im rereading all the chapters as we speak because i am deep into this story.

(also i didnt realize that this became super long because i just went on a ramble. I AM SO SORRY!! I LOVE LMFE SO MUCH THAT I JUST WENT ON AND ONE WITHOUT KNOWING)

Okay first of all, oH MY GOD ANON. GODDAMN. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ENJOYING AND SUPPORTING THE STORY💖💖💖 I REALLY APPRECIATE IT! I never expected this much love to go into the fic since it’s frankly my first time writing something so long and detailed! Your support really just warmed my heart in all the right spots💖

Super glad you noticed the details I put into writing! I didn’t want to write the reader as this perfect mom who just had trauma then moved on. I wanted her to try to move on but unconsciously internalized her fears until it became a part of her, therefore projecting it to her kids as she raised them. It’s unconscious and frankly unnoticeable, at least, I hope I wrote it subtly enough that it’s implied. I didn’t want to outright say it, so I wrote it through the reader’s interactions with Bruno and the kids.

The general idea of the reader's character is based on Alma’s own, as I had intended for the reader to be a mirror of Alma’s ways. @cheesy-cryptid and I joked about how the reader is an ‘Alma kinnie’, but those lines ring true; Reader is—in a way—Alma’s counterpart. Reader has been under Alma’s wing since she was a baby, and she desperately wants her approval. The way Alma raised her also influenced her way of raising the kids. If you look at it in another way, Reader is what the Madrigal grandkids would be like if they had listened to Abuela’s every instruction without fail (generational trauma amirite). This will especially be proven true in later chapters. And I think you know when it’s going to happen if we follow through the film’s timeline.

Now for your theories💖 I want to tell you everything I have planned, but you already know that a big red SPOILER is going to greet you on the face😭 But I can at least answer some of your theories!

First off, you are correct! Chapter 47 did imply tarot cards! And you got the part where one of the kids is The Hierophant! I think you already know based on the description that it’s our lovely boy Javi💖 I’ll keep the other two tarots hush hush for now until you can figure it out😏 All of the tarots have meaning to them that will foreshadow the future of the story, so do your best on deciphering them!

About Mateo…I’ll leave that to your imagination until I can reveal it in future chapters XP But u h , let’s just say it’s not going to end well for him.

And about Encanto going to war…well, the truth is— //[REDACTED]

Thank you thank you THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading Love Me for Eternity! It really means a lot to me to see you all so invested! Keep those theories coming, even how long it’s going to be! I won’t mind at all (in fact, I really enjoy the long asks and messages!) I really love to read everything that you can think of!💖 I really do take pride at the fact that none of ya’ll can anticipate my next move for the story, especially when we reach post-canon *evil chuckles* But maybe I’m wrong and someone can actually figure it out, who knows XP

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aboutthatbruno · 2 years

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Bruno x Reader

Imagine this:

You're sitting on Bruno's lap at a family gathering and when you're about to standup to get a drink Bruno pulls you back down by your waist and into his lap quickly and whispers (almost a whine) in your ear:

"G-give me a few minutes, mi amor"

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camilos-vida · 2 years

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If I see anybody ship Mirabel with a member of her family one more time I’m going to throw fucking hands with somebody

Other than that have a happy new years!

Update: After I made this tumblr just started feeding me a bunch of stuff from the tag madrigalcest. There are so many accounts of proshippers shipping mirabel/julieta, camilo/antonio, pepa/camilo and it’s honestly fucking gross. Get some help.

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loathsome-cowboy · 2 years

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Seven foot frame, rats along his back

fanart by IG @lydsirabella

#bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #tio bruno #bruno x oc #bruno madrigal x reader #maribel madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #bruno madrigal fanart #encanto #encanto movie #encanto fanart #we don't talk about bruno #digital art #drawing #transmasc #gender #gender envy

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squeamishdionysus · 2 years

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Twists and Turns

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader

CW: none to note!

Summary: Bruno begins to fall for a single mother with triplets and a bookshop.

Notes: reader uses she/her pronouns! I may make this a series, so let me know if you'd like to be tagged!

You huffed, setting in the last book on the shelf in alphabetical order. You did love Camilo Madrigal, but sometimes you wondered if the boy was trying to drive you insane. He always had a hard time choosing books to purchase, meaning he'd pull nearly every book in your store out of the shelves and then put them back in the wrong place, leaving you to reorganize it every time. Sure, this is what you signed up for when you decided to open up a book shop, but that didn't mean you enjoyed doing it.

You sighed heavily, pushing in the last book right as Julio, one of your little boys, shouted from the front desk.

"Mama! Amira is trying to drink your coffee again!"

You groaned, rolling your eyes and turning just in time to catch your five year old daughter trying to take a sip from your cup of coffee.

"Amira, no! Coffee is for grownups!" You scolded, walking over and taking the cup away from her. Maybe Camilo could make things up to you by watching over your kids sometime this week, because you were getting to the point where you needed a break.

Amira crossed her arms and pouted, giving a glare towards Julio.

"Tattletail!"

Julio gave her an angry look, standing by your side.

"I am not a tattletail!"

"No namecalling either!"

The ringing of the bell at the front of the shot quickly distracted you from the argument your two kids were beginning to have, your head turning to spot your last child at the front door with a big smile on his face.

"Mama, mama! Can I have my future read?" David said, running up to you and throwing his arms around your waist. You were perplexed as to what he meant, returning the hug hesitantly.

"David, honey, what are you talking about?"

David looked up at you with big wide eyes and an even larger grin.

"Mirabel's tio is coming to the shop, and I wanna have my future read!"

Oh, right, of course he meant Bruno Madrigal. Admittedly, you didn't know much about the man other than he was the tio of your best customers and the town's resident fortune teller, and you had never really given him much thought beyond that. Of course, you became a little more intrigued when the man came out of hiding, beginning to spot him more and more around town. You still didn't know much about him, other than the fact that he was oddly handsome and your kids seemed to love him.

Before you could answer your little boy, the bell at the front rang again, this time the man in question being the one to open the door. You looked at him right as he looked up at you, his eyes wide and surprised as if he wasn't expecting you, the owner of the book shop, to be there. Of course, he may have been overwhelmed by the sight of your son squeezing the life out of you while your two other children fought in the background, which would be... understandable.

You gave an awkward cough and smiled at him, gently leaning down to pick up David.

"Hi! Welcome to the Encanto bookshop. How may I help you?"

He continued to stare for a moment before snapping out of it, stammering just a bit before he cleared his throat.

"Oh, um, I'm just here to browse. My niece recommended your selection and i just thought I'd... check it out."

You noticed that his voice was oddly shaky and unsure for someone who was supposedly in his fifties, but you guessed living alone for ten years would make anybody a little unsure, so you just nod.

"Ah, Mirabel?"

He stood up a bit more, peaking up as you mentioned his family.

"Oh, um, Dolores actually!"

You grinned, recalling the numerous times the young woman had visited your store. You were sure if you didn't get any new shipments, she would've nearly cleaned out your romance section by now. If you let her, she would go on and on for hours about the most recent one she had read, and you let her know that she was always welcome to talk to you about her love of reading whenever she wanted to.

"Ah, that makes sense. She's one of my best customers. Well, your whole family is, but she's definitely my most frequent one."

He laughed hesitantly, smiling affectionately.

"Yeah, she lent me a few of the books she had gotten here and I decided I ought to just check out the shop myself."

"Well, take your time! Let me know if you need anything, I have some shelves I need to restock."

He gave you a nod and immediately went off to the nearest shelf to browsed. You watched him for just a moment, taking note of how he immediately seemed to gravitate towards the dramas and plays more than anything else, seeing how his brown eyes lit up when he saw you had a certain title. But, when you heard a sharp cry behind you, you quickly lost your focus, turning around to see your two other children swatting at each other.

You gasped, immediately beginning to scold the two of them.

"Now, you two are old enough to know better than to fight each other! Amira, go sit in the back room. Julio, go to the front. I don't want to see either of you move until I finish restocking! Is that clear?"

They both gave remorseful looks and nodded, Amira making sure to stick her tongue out one last time at Julio before making her way to the backroom.

You sighed, putting David down and ruffling his hair.

"Now, don't bother Mr. Bruno, okay? He's just here to buy some books, not to read your future. Now, why don't you go find something to do and watch your siblings while I do my job?"

David nodded with a grin, going off to a little table with paper and crayons on it to draw. You let out another heavy sigh, stretching out your arms and heading back to your desk to drink the rest of your coffee.

"Triplets, huh?" you heard your only customer say, causing you to look up at him. He already had a red book in his hands surprisingly and a warm smile on his face.

You gave a small smile, chuckling.

"Yeah... they're a handful sometimes, but I love them."

"They remind me of me and my sisters when I was their age."

Your eyes widened as you suddenly recalled that Bruno was a triplet himself, your hand running over your face.

"Oh, yeah! You, Pepa and Julieta are all triplets, right?"

He laughed, nodding.

"Guilty!" He rolled his shoulders, looking to the side. "We were just like your little ones when we were kids. Julieta and I would always manage to get on Pepa's nerves and we would just keep pressing her buttons until we swore she was going to shoot us with lightning."

You laughed, already imagining Pepa fuming up and a storm brewing above her head.

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Hey! That's siblings for you."

"Well, I guess I'm just lucky my kids can't control the weather, then."

He laughed, nodding. You smiled and looked back down at the book he had in his hands, holding your free hand out to him.

"May I see what you picked out?"

Bruno looked down at your hand then back at you, nodding and passing it over before going to scratch at his neck.

"Uh, yes!"

You gave him a grateful nod and began to look over the book, turning it so that you could read the title on the spine.

"Ooh, this is a good one! Lots of twists and turns in it. I take it your a fan of drama?"

He chuckled, nodding.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"I get it. It's nice to worry yourself with other people's problems sometimes."

He sighs, nodding as if he knows that feeling all too well. He looks like he's about to ask you something before he's interrupted by a certain someone running up to him.

David looks up at Bruno with big doe eyes, surprising the man as he's taken back by the little boy.

"Is it true you can read the future?" he asked loudly, standing on his toes to look up at the man.

Bruno gave him an awkward look, chuckling shyly and nodding hesitantly.

"Um, yes, but I'm afraid I can't do any uh... prophecies right now, sorry."

You were about to scold David for trying to ask for a prophecy before David spoke ahead.

"No, that's okay! I predicted my own future!"

And with a quick motion, David held up a picture he had drawn, of what appeared to be him, albeit grown and super tall, with the bookshop and a stick animal in the back.

"In the future, I'm going to be big and strong, so strong I'm going to be able to carry the book shop all around the world and I'm gonna give everybody books! I'm also going to have a dog!"

Bruno looked at the drawing curiously, grinning as he looked down at your kid. You looked down at him, too, surprised at the creativity and thoughtfulness he had put into the drawing.

"Yeah, kid, seems like it to me!"

David giggled, bouncing excitedly. You heard Julio whine from the front of the store.

"I wanna draw my future!"

Amira echoed back a "me too!" and with that, you sighed.

"Alright, you two can come back out if you promise to behave."

The two kids quickly ran up to you, nodding and swearing they wouldn't fight again as they quickly turned to the drawing table. Bruno smiled at your three kids as you gave David a squeeze.

"Why don't you go help them out, sweetheart?"

"Okay!"

And with that, David was gone as well, leaving just you and Bruno again.

"Your kids are really great," he said, gazing over at the three of them all passing crayons to each other. You gave a proud smile and nodded.

"Yeah... they're my babies, after all!"

He looked back at you and smiled, before pointing back down at the book.

"How much do you think it'll cost?"

You hummed, looking up at him through your eyelashes and giving him a sly smile. You hand it back over to him, your fingers brushing lightly against his as you pat his hand. You take a sip of your coffee before saying, "since it's your first selection, you can have it for free. Your niece buys enough from me that I can afford to give a few books out."

The man seemed to flush at your gesture of kindness, looking down at the book and then at you with a surprised reaction.

"I- uh- I can't, I'll just feel bad later. Seriously, I have the money, I can just-"

"No, no! Please, just let me know if you enjoy it, maybe over a cup of coffee? That's the most you could do for me."

Bruno's face began to burn slightly as he stared into your eyes. Your own face began to heat up as you realized you just inadvertently asked him out on a casual date. Well, not date really, but still.

Regardless of your flustered selves, Bruno managed to smile and give you a thumbs up.

"Alright! I'll swing by whenever I finish."

You beamed, happy you managed to convince him. Bruno began to walk out the door, before looking back at you.

"I'll see you later, Miss...?"

"(Name)."

He flushed even further.

"Right, (Name). Goodbye!"

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