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idontliketomatoesleavemealone · 2 years

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Hi!

So, I have a few questions.

What are your Tremaine family headcanons? Apparently they basically adopted half the Isle kids?

What are your Claudine Frollo headcanons?

Who are your original characters?

You know what-what are your headcanons about all of Descendants? Like you imagine what happened after the third movie, apparently? (Yay for more VKs coming off the Isle! Yay for more VKs coming off the Isle!)

Oh! And does Chloe Trouillefou have any siblings? Also, who's her mother?

Also, in your headcanon Ginny and Claudine are full siblings, half siblings to Carlos. What's their age difference? Why didn't Gothel want Claudine or Frollo want Ginny?

Sorry, this got kind of long.

This is either going to be super long or very short because i have no idea what im doing.

So uh.

Anne is the oldest Tremaine child at 20 yo, she has a daughter, zoey, and is kind of an employee of her mother‘s bakery.

Then there‘s Ellie (Elisabeth), who would be 19 but died as a baby, presumably of causes related to her having down‘s (dont kill me i dont know how this works)

Anthony is 18, you know more about him so i don‘t need to clarify that. he‘s dating Ginny Gothel. Harriet hook is their best friend. He pretty much adopted his sister‘s daughter and his girlfriend‘s foundling.

Stella is probably the most messed up out of the bunch, they found her as a toddler on the street in conditiond that i will not describe. it was bad. she is presumably 15 - 17 years old, is the coachman (the dude from pinoccio that sold the socalled donkeys) bio daughter, and refuses to acknowledge anything that happened before she entered school (that is, the traumatic part of her life). she also absolutely flipped her crap upon seeing Felix being sold (we‘ll get to him later)

Hannah is Drizella‘s oldest daughter. she is very gothic and hates noise and fun and everything good in the world. She’s 14. honestly that‘s the only thing ive got about her.

You know dizzy, everyone knows dizzy! she‘s 13, Celia‘s girlfriend, a bubbly happy go lucky wonderful kid. i don‘t know what to say about any of these…

Their sister is Rosie, 12, an absolute angel of a human being, the most innocent baby on earth who is also (holds fingers 1cm apart) thi s far away from snapping. her bestie is laurin.

Colombe, my little ghost girl, was an albino girl that would be 11 if she hadn‘t tragically passed in an epidemic at 4 years old, she was also very sweet and gentle and scared of everything.

Lou is the family‘s troublemaker. she‘s 10 and overexcited and doesn‘t know how to keep her voice down, which drives stella and hannah up the walls.

Felix was freed from trafficking by stella (who killed the dude trying to sell him) and clinged to her which she was surprisingly okay with. he‘s pretty much Antonio madrigal but 3245-fy the trauma. he passed as a 6yo in a famine, but should‘ve been 8 now.

Emma is Ernesto de la cruz‘s 7yo kid, (who is still involved in her life!) she loves singing and admires freddie and diego greatly. she‘s a junior member of Harriet’s pirate crew.

Zoey is 5, Anne‘s daughter and was taken in by Anthony since Anne was nowhere near ready for a kid. she‘s also adorable, a junior like Emma, and generally acknowledged as the family‘s youngest. little do they know….

…That baby Francis (Frankie) should‘ve turned 2 this year after dying in the same famine as Felix

… that Nyx Hermera “Nellie“ de Vil exists, the family‘s actual youngest and roughly a year old. i just made this oc because i wathced a cinema sins video of Cruella and thougth baby cruella was gorgeous. she has he standart black and white hair, heterochromia (one eye -under the black hair- dark brown, the other -under the white hair- bright hazel) and a mild case of virtiligo which i think also coulve caused the hair color thing? so her skin is kind of light chocolate-honey colored on the “dark“ side and just plain rosy on the “bright“ side. ah that was very short

Next two questions: i can try to tell you some headcanons, but ive though about Claudine a lot and that‘s too much.

Her friends call her Hazel, as to not blow their cover

the nickname comes from her hazel eyes. she has bright brown hair and is technically 16 but suffers from psychosocial short statue and looks rather like 12.

she is a mother to the small kids on board, especially 4yo henry.

she lives on the jolly roger

she is friends with Carlos, Sammy, and Yzla (her bestie)

Yzla is also her girlfriend. she‘s gay because i really really wanted to kick frollo in the face. here you homophobic piece of crap take this ur kid is gay

uhhh

Now for the ocs… look, id love to, but it‘s late as i‘m writing this, and.. i have 70 ocs. that‘s why. that ain‘t happening. i‘ll just introduce you to them bit to bit like with Chloe.

Next, after d3. nothing special is happening except for kids getting taken off the isle, food and stuff being sent to the isle, and Harriet having a baby.

Chloe… doesn’t habe a mother? maybe she‘s a deadbeat. Maybe she died in childbirth. maybe clopin cloned himself. Who knows. siblings - she does have siblings, and a lot of them, Sorin, Tait, Alin, Relia & Mihas, but none of them have any development or character. just assume they‘re the kids that he tells Quasi‘s backstory to in the beginning of hond, okay? i have too many ocs already… but Chloe is her dads favorite since she‘s also,, uh,, a bit cray cray..

Ginny is two years older than Claudine, they‘re 18 and 16 when my main story (which is locked safely away (point to head) up here) takes place. i guess gothel just didn‘t want a baby and frollo didn‘t want an incredibly feral biting toddler?

Oh god it‘s late i should go to bed… maybe i‘ll add onto this tomorrow morning or something, but i hope this is what you meant, that was pretty vague after all. tell me if you have more specific questions!

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dragoneyes618 · 2 years

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If you ever get around to it, could you ever right a story where Bruno adopts Claudine Frollo when she's 5 and she gets the gift of invisibility?

I'm conveniently leaving it vague as to how exactly Bruno got on and off the Isle.

The little dark-haired girl walked hesitantly down the hall, hand outstretched to open the glowing door. Bruno remembered the first time he'd seen her, and how much she'd grown in the nearly two years since.

She looked back nervously.

"Go," he whispered, giving her an encouraging smile. "Go, open your door."

The candle's firelight flickered off the walls.

As she reached forward, Bruno remembered how both of them had come to this moment.

It had only been two months after Casita had been rebuilt and they'd all gotten their gifts back when Bruno announced at breakfast, "I have to leave."

"You're what?" Pepa demanded, a storm cloud instantly forming as Mamá's hand flew to her chest.

Julieta seized his arm, wrapping her own arm around him. "No, Brunito, stay, do you still feel you don't belong? We want you here-"

"Tio?" Mirabel asked uncertainly, her eyes widening behind her glasses as she stood up and reached out uncertainly.

"I'm sorry about the song! I really am!" Camilo said desperately as his mother joined Juli in wrapping her arm around Bruno's shoulder.

Little arms wrapped around Bruno's waist. "You stay right here," Antonio informed him.

"I-I just-" Bruno blinked rapidly, overwhelmed, his voice choked. "I don't want to leave," he assured them. "I'm coming back."

"Good!" Antonio said, but everyone else still looked confused or worried. Or both.

"Where are you planning on going?" Mamá asked, at the same time that Pepa challenged, "So why are you leaving?"

Bruno fiddled with the edge of his ruana with one hand, motioning with the other for everyone to sit back down. "I, uh..." He avoided everyone's gaze. "I...had a vision."

There. He'd said it.

A few visions, actually, none clear, none intentional, all worrying, but there was no need to mention any of that.

Everyone sort of froze for half a second, and then tried their best to pretend they hadn't.

"Is the house going to fall again?" Antonio asked worriedly, the only one who hadn't gone back to his seat.

"No, no," he assured his sobrino. "Nothing like that."

"So...what is it?" Pepa asked.

"It isn't clear," he admitted. "And I'm not actually sure what it means. I don't have any tablets or anything, it wasn't that kind of vision, mostly glimpses. I don't know what it requires of me, but I've seen it, it's the near future, and this is actually something I can do about it, for once, something I can change, so I have to-"

"Bruno." Juli laid a hand on his arm.

Bruno took a deep breath.

"What is it?" Julieta asked.

"It's...well." Bruno gestured vaguely. He wasn't good at this, especially with everyone staring at him. "I see a little girl, two or three years old, and she's crying and alone and - I keep having these visions, I think it means I'm supposed to do something."

Normally, he could do nothing about his visions. Whatever he saw was set in stone.

But in this case - well, what he'd seen was the near future. The future, it would happen. The same as his other visions, what he'd seen would happen.

But after that? He could take her away from....wherever she was that would treat such a little girl like that, bring her somewhere safe where she would be happy. That wouldn't be subverting his visions. That would be allowing the visions to happen - "allow," ha, as though anything could prevent the future from becoming the present - but it would be taking care of the future after that. He hadn't seen anything about that. That was still possible.

It was almost like he was outsmarting his gift. He could do good things with his gift. He just had to prove it to himself.

Not that he knew where to go to rescue the little girl he'd seen or anything.

Everyone else looked similarly dubious. They were kind enough not to all talk over each other or fire multiple questions at him at once. Mamá instructed each person to ask his or her questions, one at a time.

No, Bruno didn't know where he was going. No, he didn't know how long this would take. No, he didn't know who this little girl was. No, he didn't know her name.

Yes, he was certain that she was in a bad place, bad for children. Yes, he was certain that it would not be good for her to remain there. Yes, he was certain that she was not being treated well. No, he didn't know if she had parents.

Yes, he was allowed to go.

He stared at his mother. "I can leave?" he asked. He'd never expected her - leaving the Encanto was unusual, and to the Madrigals, forbidden-

She closed her eyes. "If you truly need to do this, not even the mountains can stop you. But-" She opened her eyes and reached out a hand toward him. "Come back to us, mi hijo."

He swallowed. "I will," he whispered. "I promise."

So Juli packed him food, and Pepa rained, and Agustin gave him advice about the outside world, and Dolores pretended she wasn't listening in on every one of the adults' conversations, and Mirabel made him a new green ruana so he looked presentable, and Antonio tried to convince him to bring Parce along "just in case."

And then he left.

He'd never been outside the Encanto in his life. Well, technically he had, but he didn't remember that, obviously.

He'd never been alone before, either. Well, he had, of course, for ten years, except his rats - which had been quite good company, he hastened to assure the two he'd managed to sneak along in his hood. But he hadn't been completely alone. He knew his family was there, if they didn't know he was; he heard them talking to each other, he heard the moving around, he could see them through the crack in the wall.

Outside the Encanto, he had no one. Well, actually, there were plenty of people. Just nobody that he knew. He'd never been in a place where he knew absolutely no one. It felt weird. And he didn't know where to go, either.

Well, actually, he sort of knew where to go. His visions were guiding him.

Again, sort of.

He was having vision headaches again, a slow, dull ache. Everything he saw was tinted green.

But the throbbing lessened when he was facing a certain way. Walk forward, and the pain abated. Turn to the side, and it returned in full force.

Guess he was going to go this way, then.

So he walked and walked, and at some point used what money he had (amazing how popular some of his telenovelas had gotten) to get a spot on a coach for a bit, which saved him some time, until the headache returned in a splitting migraine, which apparently meant that he was supposed to turn here and go west, which the coach was not headed for, so, seeing stars and clutching his hands to his head, he stumbled forward and half jumped, half fell off the coach, landing with an "Oomph," on the dusty ground and barely managing to stand up and walk forward two steps, just enough for the pain to lessen as a sign that he was going the right way again, before he had to sit down again for a bit.

After that he decided to stick to walking. It was safer.

Now, if he'd had a horse, it could've been safer and faster, but he didn't have one, did he?

Eventually, he reached his destination. He assumed, because it was nearly glowing green, and his head was throbbing, and this whole place - it was going to be important - somehow -

Not yet, though. Not for a long time, beyond his scope. That was not the reason he'd come.

It was an island. An island filled with the dregs of society, the very worst people, criminals and murderers and villains, stuck here to rot in their wicked ways.

At least, that's what the first man Bruno met there proudly told him, before asking him very politely to hand over all his money, the sharp knife he just happened to be fiddling with a warning that if he had to ask a second time he wouldn't be so nice. So Bruno gave him all the money he had left, which left him with nothing but his clothes, the three rats hidden inside his hood, and the two arepas he had left from Julieta.

....He really wasn't the right person for this, was he.

Unfortunately he was the only person who had visions, which left him the only one who was able to do something. So.

He'd been bemoaning that he wasn't the right person for this for most of his life. Oh well.

His vision headaches, or the lack thereof, guided him to the unlocked side door of a tall dark building, the hallways of which he crept around in, peeking around corners, making sure no one saw him. Ten years of creeping around the walls of his own house, making sure no one saw or heard him (well, except Dolores) had given him some advantages in the "remaining unnoticed" department.

He never saw anyone, anyway. Until he found the little girl, that was.

The lessening of his headaches guided him to go up the stairs, down a hall, and finally to a small bedroom, where he saw her, exactly as he'd seen her in his visions. A small dark-haired girl of two or three years old, far too still and quiet for a child of her age, looking at him with wide, scared eyes, with-

Small bruises on her arms. Of a two or three year old girl.

So he took her away.

She made no noise as he picked her up, just sort of curled up and froze.

His headaches ceased.

He'd thought maybe that she'd been taken from her parents or something, to blackmail them or get them to pay money. People who took a child for money wouldn't care about the welfare of it, would quite possible mistreat it, wouldn't they?

So he asked around if anyone knew who this girl was, or where her mother was.

The answers he got were something like, "Hmm? Her mother? No clue. If she wasn't with her, then dead, probably. Or she didn't want the kid. Hey, is that the Judge's kid? Are you crazy? You want your house burned down in the middle of the night or something? Hey, who are you anyway? Why haven't I seen you before?"

He quickly stammered out an excuse and hurried away.

He stopped to rest in a side alleyway, put the toddler down - she still hadn't said anything - and thought, Okay, now what? No one had known who her parents were, had no clue how to find them, and who was this judge person anyway?

"Excuse me," a voice with a strange accent said.

Bruno jumped and bit back a yelp.

A pretty blonde woman with green eyes was looking at him thoughtfully.

"Um, hi," he said.

The woman's gaze swept over him and continued on to the little girl, who stared right back at her.

Bruno felt uneasy. Technically, he'd kidnapped a child. There weren't police here, were there? He didn't even have proof that she hadn't been treated well, unless you counted his visions. Well, and the marks on her arms-

"You took her?" the woman asked, folding her arms. "From her house?"

"I, um-"

"Good."

What?

"I know of her father," she told him. "He is not a good person. Not that that's anything remarkable here, but many of the children would be better off away from their parents in any case. You," she told Bruno, "don't seem like you have it in you to be one of the-" She made air quotation marks with her fingers. "strong, feared villains."

"What?" he said, out loud this time.

"My point is," she told him, "that she should not go back home. What do you plan on doing with her?"

"Um...well...bring her back home? I have sisters, they have kids, they could-"

"Back home? Off the Isle?" She peered at him suspiciously. "But how will you-. Wait. I haven't seen you before. How did you get on?"

They stared at each other.

"You're not going to tell me, are you," she said.

"Are you her mother?" Bruno asked instead of answering.

"Just an....interested party, I guess," she told him. "Quick, go. Take good care of her." She knelt down so she was eye to eye with the toddler. "Sois gentille, et souviens-toi que Madellaine t'aime." She stroked the girl's hair out of her eyes, got up, and walked away.

So Bruno left, toddler in tow.

It took longer to get back to Encanto then it had on the way there. He knew the way this time (more or less), but he had no vision headaches to guide him, and he was with a - two? three? year old girl, whose legs were a lot shorter than his, and who got exhausted easily. Most of the time he just carried her. Who knew toddlers were so heavy?

He put her down often, whenever they stopped to eat or sleep or rest, to let her run around and play. Except she didn't. Mostly she just sat there quietly playing with stick or pebbles or flowers or something. The bruises on her arms faded, but the wary look in her eye didn't, and she still never said a word.

Children weren't supposed to be like this. When Camilo and Mirabel had been this age, they'd run around like wild chickens, shrieking and fighting and playing and of course the one time they'd somehow climbed up to the very top of the kitchen cabinets and sat there eating cookies they'd found on a shelf while everyone else panicked that they were going to fall.

Honestly, Pepa would have welcomed a quiet child, but not this quiet.

And then, finally, he got back home.

"Bruno!" everyone shouted, and Bruno found himself squished between both his sisters as they hugged him, just like when he'd come out of the walls.

"So how was it? Where did you go? You didn't see any soldiers killing people, did you? What did you do? Did you find - oh, I guess this is her. Aww, she's so cute! Did anybody die? What? Why on earth would people die? I don't know, bad things happen out there! Did anybody die? Camilo, stop asking if people died!"

Everyone was talking at once, over each other; he couldn't have answered their questions if he'd tried.

"One at a time!" Mamá ordered, like before.

Yes, Bruno was safe (obviously). No, he hadn't been in any danger (he didn't mention falling off the stagecoach or that man who'd taken his money). Yes, he'd succeeded. Yes, he was sure she had to be removed from her home. His visions always came true. Yes, here she was.

Mirabel, of course, was the first to greet her.

"Hello," she said gently, kneeling down. "My name is Mirabel. What's your name?"

The little girl, who up until now had not spoken a word, stared at Mirabel for a moment. Then she took her thumb out of her mouth and whispered, "Claudine."

And so Claudine was integrated into la familia Madrigal.

She was an odd child. Sweet, but odd. She was afraid of the dark and very small spaces, yet she liked to sit in closets and corners and play by herself. She tended to get scared easily, and she was frightened around too many people. She developed a habit of sitting under the kitchen table, where she could see what was going on without being noticed, and Julieta began leaving a plate of food on a stool that "happened" to be right near the table. Sometimes Julieta would talk out loud to herself, knowing Claudine was listening.

The sight of Antonio introducing his new little sister (or prima, or something) to all of his animal friends (except Parce, since he didn't want to scare her) was the sweetest any of them had ever seen.

Julieta and Pepa decided that Claudine was probably three. Just over half a year after Bruno had returned, they decided she was probably four by now, so they decided to celebrate that day as her birthday. Julieta baked a cake, and Mirabel got her a stuffed animal, and Antonio gave her the best gift he could give anyone: a ride on Parce.

She blossomed. She smiled and laughed and talked and played with Antonio and ran around with the village children, who were delighted to have a younger member they could show off too.

And then, nearly two years after Bruno had found her, a door appeared in the wall.

No one had been expecting it. They'd all been just doing their own thing. Bruno was writing the script of another of his telenovelas (or at least trying to-he just needed to come up with the perfect line for Marco to confess his love for Renata, and it kept eluding him) when Antonio came running in yelling "THERE'S A DOOR!".

He ran right out of the room. Bruno heard him running through the house, shouting, "Door! There's a new door! Go look!"

Sure enough, there was.

"Um...whose door is it?" Mirabel voiced what everyone was thinking as they all gathered staring.

Antonio was seven. Dolores, who had married Mariano last year, was expecting a baby, but doors never appeared this early.

"That's a new magic door?" Claudine, who had never seen a door appear before, asked from next to Mirabel.

"Yes, it -" Mirabel paused, staring at Claudine. Then she looked at the others. "She's five now, right?"

Wait, what?

"It would make sense..." Pepa peered at Claudine thoughtfully.

"But she's not a Madrigal," Luisa frowned.

"Well, she's lived with us for a while now, we love her, she might as well be one..." Julieta said slowly. "And she's not five yet...well, she's five now, I guess, at least now we know when her birthday is..."

"What?" Claudine asked.

"We think," Bruno told her, "that the door is for you."

Her eyes widened in awe. "My magic door?"

He nodded. "Go open it."

This wasn't a proper gift ceremony. They hadn't known this was going to happen. Mamá ran to get the candle, but there was no time to get a gift ceremony outfit for Claudine. No one wanted to risk this door fading away.

So Claudine walked hesitantly down the hall, and reached out for the knob, and grasped it, and turned-

And disappeared.

Everyone shouted in surprise.

"Claudine!" Mirabel shrieked.

Dolores winced, covering her ears. "No, no, she's still there-but-"

Bruno's panic faded as everything he saw began to glimmer green. "Wait," he said slowly.

And then Claudine reappeared, running toward them, eyes wide. "I'm here! I'm right here!" she told them breathlessly.

Mirabel hugged her. "But you were gone! What happened?"

Claudine blinked, and disappeared again - but Mirabel's arms were still clearly encircling something.

"I'm right here!" said Claudine's voice from the empty air Mirabel appeared to be hugging. "Can't you see me?"

"Nope!" Antonio said excitedly as he joined in the hug. After all, hugging something invisible was way more exciting than hugging something that wasn't. "We can't see you! This is your gift! To be invisible! Right, Mamá? Imagine all the fun things you could do!"

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dragoneyes618 · 2 years

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How do you think the Madrigals would react to the following poem that Lefou wrote for Claudine if they adopted her?

"For my Gracious Gem,

A love poem by your secret admirer, the fool.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

My favor is gracious,

and so are you.

Orchids are white,

Ghost ones are rare,

tape is red,

and so is your hair.

Magnolia grows,

with buds like eggs,

stems are slender

and so are your legs.

Sunflowers reach,

up to the skies,

your grass is green

and so are your eyes.

Foxgloves in hedges,

surrounded by the farms,

faces are pale

and so are your arms.

Daisies are pretty,

Daffies have style.

A sun is dazzling,

and so is your smile.

A gem is beautiful,

just like you"

Mariano: Well, this is better than the last one. He's improved.

Agustin: Gracias a Di-s. If I have to listen to one more word about - what was, bread with jam? Something about rats?

Bruno: What's wrong with rats?

Isabela: He knows his flowers! Good for him!

Dolores: Why is he calling himself "the fool?" This is not exactly going to improve his chances.

Luisa: That's his name. His name means "the fool."

Camilo: SERIOUSLY?!

Dolores: Wait, so if that's what his name means, why is he writing it right there? It's like he's signing it! Isn't this supposed to be a secret love note? Who signs a secret love note?

Camilo: Mariano signs yours.

Dolores: BECAUSE THAT'S NOT A SECRET!

Mirabel: Honestly, this is sounding kind of creepy. I mean, the flowers sound nice, but then there's the whole stems being slender like her legs thing. Why is he staring at her legs? And what's with faces and arms being pale? Like, just her arms are pale? What about the rest of her?

Agustin: It's a love poem, so-

Isabela, Luisa, Dolores, and Mirabel: Anything goes.

Julieta: Why are you telling them about love poems?

Agustin: Um...

Julieta: Are any of you getting love poems?!

Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel: No!

Camilo: Well, there was that Bobo guy who wrote Isabela a letter the other day-ow! Okay, Isa, I'll stop now! Put your vines away!

Agustin: What Bobo guy?

Isabela: Nobody!

Antonio: What's a foxglove?

Isabela: It's a kind of flower. It's very pretty; it can be purple or pink or just white. But if you eat it, too much of it, you can get a stomachache, headache, feel nauseous, throw up, your heart will beat out of rhythm, seeing yellow, hallucinations, your heart beating too slow, seizures, weakness, and death.

Antonio: Oh.

Isabela: Isn't it amazing how perfect beautiful flowers can also be so deadly? It's like they have hidden - *notices Pepa glaring at her* um, don't worry, Antonio, if you don't eat them you'll be fine. Plus my mother can heal you if you do.

Mariano: I do have to say, he really has improved. All the comparing her to flowers. Well, not the legs part maybe, but also comparing her green eyes to grass and her smile being as dazzling as the sun and her being beautiful like a gem.

Dolores: Taking any lines for your own poems?

Mariano: Well, of course! You are more beautiful than any gem and your smile-

Felix: AHEM.

Isabela: Calling her gracious is a nice touch too, I think.

Agustin: Isn't red tape a bad thing?

Felix: Red hair is pretty, though.

Pepa: Thank you.

LeFou, walking in: Hi, how has - oh. Um. Camilo, can you please tell your brother to stop stealing my papers!

Dolores: But they're sooo sweet!

Contrary to popular belief, the one giving Antonio the idea to look at LeFou's poems for Claudine was not Camilo but rather Dolores.

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dragoneyes618 · 2 years

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How do you think the Madrigals would react to the following poem that Lefou wrote for Claudine if they adopted her?

'She gives her rat a shake,

and laughs until her belly aches.

The only other sound's of break,

Of distant waves and birds awake.

The rat is compassionate, gracious, and deep,

but she has promises to keep,

After cake and lots of sleep.

Sweet dreams come to her cheap.

She rises from her gentle bed,

with thoughts of angels in her head.

She eats her jam with lots of bread,

ready for the day ahead. '

Bruno: You know, shaking rats is bad for them if you do it too hard.

Luisa: Um, is someone spying on her or something? This sounds kind of creepy.

Agustin: It's a love poem, mi hija. Although I must admit it seems a bit...odd.

Mariano: A good start, but you could use some better metaphors. How is the rat compassionate and gracious? Would these terms not be better applied to the object of your affection? Also, I can tell you a few better rhymes for "head-"

Antonio: "The rat is com...compa...compass..."

Mirabel: Compassionate.

Antonio: Com-pash-in-it. What's that?

Mirabel: It means, well, being nice to people.

Antonio: Oh.

Mirabel: I don't get it. How is a bed gentle? And why are her eating habits part of this poem? Isn't that kind of rude? And how do dreams come to her cheap? Sweet dreams come to her cheap? Really?

Mariano: Most of it's, like, metaphors and similes and expressions...that said, I should really give him some advice....

Agustin: It's a love poem. Anything goes.

Julieta: Yes, like that time you compared my eyes to the "life-giving mud of the farmer's field."

Agustin: It was a compliment! If the farmer's fields aren't full of healthy mud than nothing can grow and we have no food!

Agustin: Perhaps I could have worded it somewhat better, though.

Julieta: Perhaps you could have.

Camilo: Wow, Tia Julieta, and you still married him?

Felix: CAMILO!

Pepa: No, no, he has a point-

Camilo: Honestly, this poem isn't that bad. The ones Mariano used to write Isabela were so sickeningly sweet-

Isabela: YOU READ MY POEMS?!

Camilo: You didn't want to marry him anyway! I thought you don't like poetry! Ow! Put your vines away!

Isabela: So? That doesn't mean I want you reading them!

Mariano: So, Dolores. Are my poems...

Dolores: Don't worry, I hide them after I read them. He'll never find them.

LeFou, walking into the room: Um, hi. I was writing, uh, I was writing something, and I lost the paper, have any of you....

*silence*

Alma: Writing such poems of passion at this stage is improper. How old are you both, now? I don't suppose we can expect a betrothal within the next few months?

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dragoneyes618 · 2 years

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Found, again

Note: The character of Eduardo Frollo, son of Claude Frollo and brother of Claudine Frollo, was created by @hannahhook7744

It was hot; he was drenched in sweat, and he was sunburned all over.

Coming on foot had seemed like a good idea. It wasn’t like he could drive in a forest. And he was close enough to the legal age of adulthood that he could leave on his own. He’d talked with them in person and everything. Then he’d left, and here he was.

There were bugs everywhere; buzzing around his head, flying in his mouth and nose. He stumbled through the thick green foliage; he had not thought forests could be this verdant. But it meant he could barely see in front of him. Which meant he didn’t see the river, either, until he slipped in the mud, and by then it was too late.

Well, at least he wasn’t hot anymore.

She exited the school slightly behind Mirabel and Camilo, listening to them chatter about Antonio’s menagerie. Apparently he was convincing all his animal friends to come play with him in the garden at different times every day. He had a schedule and everything.

She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, feeling the sun on her face, the cooling breeze.

The sounds of the Encanto surrounded her: The wind blowing through the leaves, women talking to each other and calling to their children, said children running around in a complicated game of tag like she had never played when she was their age.

Claudine was a far cry from the terrified nine-year-old who had been sent by Auradon to live in the Encanto along with several other Isle children. That had been five years ago, and many of the Isle children had left the Encanto, to be reunited with family members or friends. But some had stayed, and Claudine was one of them.

She’d been not yet ten when she had first come, fighting the officials who brought her, shouting at them to bring her back to her father; accusing the Madrigals of witchcraft, refusing to even enter Casa Madrigal for fear for her soul, locking herself in the room they’d given her for hours on end, terrified of the slightest mistake she might make, praying far more than even the priest deemed necessary, obsessively repeating certain motions over and over.

She was different now. More at peace. She could actually hold conversations with people, and be calm throughout and after. She wasn’t afraid of punishment; no one punished her here the way her father had anyway. She’d started attending the regular school two years ago. She understood that it was a miracle that saved the Encanto, not evil witchcraft, and she understood that she was not an unholy witch (most of the time). She was...

Happy.

Except for one thing, one niggling thing that she often thought about. But there wasn’t anything she could do about it anyway, not until she came of age at least.

He kicked out for land and felt nothing; he flailed around, unable to see anything. He coughed and choked on water as it filled his mouth and nose. The current swept him along, banging him into a rock; his face was above water for just long enough for him to draw in a breath, and then he was under again. Why had he never learned how to swim?

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been like this when finally he brushed against the bank of the river. Scrambling, he kicked out with his feet and flailed with his arms and managed to drag himself ashore. He crawled a few feet, out of the water’s reach, and just collapsed and let himself drift away.

They walked through the village, weaving around the game of tag-Antonio had gotten Parce involved-waving hello and calling greetings to the villagers they passed. Well, Camilo and Mirabel did. Claudine didn’t say anything as she held her schoolbooks, but she smiled in greeting. She had a wonderful smile, Senora Julieta had told her.

When she had first arrived, she had been told to address the adults as Senor and Senora Madrigal. She’d even called Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa all Senorita, until they told her it wasn’t necessary.

But as time went on, and she stayed for longer, and Pepa and Julieta realized that if Claudine wasn’t sitting with them the table felt incomplete, it had felt odd for them to have her address them formally. If she was living with them, supposed to be part of the family, should she not feel like it?

The suggestion had been made for her to call them all Tia and Tio, but eventually they’d settled on having her still call them Senor or Senora, but with their first names. Senora Julieta. Senora Pepa. Senors Felix, Agustin, and Bruno. And the matriarch of the family? Senora Abuela.

“Oye! Hola, estas vivo?“

Something was shaking him. He was tired, so tired.

“El se esta moviendo,” someone else said. He almost knew the meaning, but not quite. Half-familiar, half-strange. It had been a very long time....

He opened his eyes, squinting, seeing nothing but vague shadowy figures against bright sunlight. “Hello?”

“Oh, un extranjero,” yet another voice said.

“No se ve como un extranjero,” the first voice noted dubiously. Its owner proffered something to him, and when he made no movement, put it to his lips. A flask of water, and as he swallowed, he felt rejuvenated, both by the water from the kindness from a stranger. The place where he’d grown up hadn’t had much of that.

He blinked, able to see more clearly now. Three men stood around him. From their nets and poles, it appeared that they’d been planning on fishing, before their work on finding sustenance for the day had been interrupted by finding a half-drowned teenage boy.

Something clicked in his brain, and the rapid Spanish the men were speaking to each other manifested into meaning in his mind. Mostly, anyway, if he concentrated.

“Dónde estoy?” he asked, the words strange and clumsy on his lips.

They stared at him.

“So you do speak Spanish!” the man who had given him the water said.

“Slowly,” he requested, holding up a hand. “It has been a long time...” More than ten years.

“So, who are you?” one of the other men asked him. “How did you get here?”

“I fell in,” he started. He was shivering now, his clothes still soaked.

The third man snorted. “That’s obvious.”

“Is this the Encanto?” he asked.

They stared at him, the suspicion that had vanished when he had revealed he spoke their tongue suddenly reappearing in full force.

“How do you know of the Encanto?” the largest man asked.

“I came looking for it.” He fumbled for the words. “So this is the Encanto? I am looking for-can I talk to-your leader, whoever is in charge?”

They looked at each other and whispered together. Eventually the decision was made to take him to someone called “Dona Alma,” whom, they assured him, they were not bringing him to because he’d requested it but simply because she was their leader, and they would have brought him to her anyway.

“Also take him to Senora Madrigal,” the man staying behind to try to catch at least some fish called to the other two as they led him away.

“In case he’s a scout for an enemy and she needs to call up a storm to stop them?” one of them asked.

“No, the other Senora Madrigal! He’s going to catch pneumonia if you don’t!”

Claudine had been eleven when Dona Alma addressed her. She had not call her Senora Abuela, not yet.

Claudine had been walking through the parlor, about to leave, when Dona Alma said, suddenly, from where she was sitting quietly in her armchair, “You respect your father.”

Claudine turned to her and nodded.

“You love him.”

Another nod.

“You fear him.”

Still another nod.

“You revere him.”

Yet another nod. This was all the plain truth. Claudine knew it in her bones.

“That is all as it should be.” Dona Alma leaned forward. “A child should respect and love his father and mother. My own children do-to me, at least. They never got a chance with my Pedro....”

Claudine stood still.

“But you. What you have told us, how you act...you fear him more than you love him.”

The men brought him through a bustling little village, and he would have gazed around at the bright colors and village daily life and that girl single-handedly carrying a donkey over her head if he hadn’t been so wet and cold, so nervous...

He was brought through a market, and he barely registered it, scanning the faces of everyone he passed, barely noticing their puzzled expressions at seeing him, looking for....

The men stopped at one of the market stands, and the woman behind it, a middle-aged lady with dark, greying hair, said “Oh!” and handed him something warm and flaky to eat. He didn’t know what it was, but as soon as he’d swallowed it, he felt better, not as cold and dizzy. He stared at her.

“Who’s this young man?” she asked the men who had brought him. “What happened to him?”

One of them shrugged. “He fell in the river, Senora Madrigal. But he knew we were here. He came looking for us.”

She frowned. “Is that so?” She turned to look at him. “Who are you?”

He licked his lips, choosing his words carefully. This would have been hard enough without having to do it in a language he hadn’t spoken since his mother’s death. He didn’t even know if this was the right person to ask. But...

Madrigal. He knew that name. She probably was.

“My name is Eduardo,” he said. “Eduardo Frollo. I came looking for my sister.”

Mirabel, Camilo, and Claudine entered Casita-Claudine no longer flinched at Casita’s friendly window-shutter blinks-to find nearly the entire familia gathered in the dining room.

Abuela was sitting in her seat at the head of the table. Pepa and Julieta were sitting together on the couch. Felix and Agusting were sitting in their usual seats at the table. Bruno was pacing. Isabela, Dolores, Luisa, and Antonio were nowhere to be seen, which of course meant that they were all upstairs, with Dolores listening to every word that was said and relaying it to the others. Everyone’s attention was focused on one young man-still a boy, really-in soaking wet clothes, shifting his weight from foot to foot as Bruno scrutinized him.

“Ah, they’re home,” Senora Abuela said as everyone turned to them expectantly. “Claudine. This boy says-”

His figure, his profile, the shape of his face, the way he stood-Claudine felt a frisson of fear, but the chills had barely gone down her spine when he turned, and they saw each other’s faces.

“-that he’s your brother,” Senora Abuela finished as they stared at each other.

“Claudine.” He looked different. Older. Taller. Both harder and softer, somehow. A man, almost, bearing unmistakable resemblances to their father. But his dark eyes were calm and joyful, like they had never been when they were younger. She had always pictured him at twelve, but of course, she was older than that now, and he had aged as well.

“Eduardo.” She looked different. That is to say, she looked the same as she had before, just taller. But so different-she stood with confidence. Her cheeks had a healthy flush. She was even slightly sunburned. Her grey eyes (their father’s eyes) were calm, peaceful, happy. It was like she was a new person.

“I told you,” Bruno said, and then everyone started talking at once.

“So this is him!” That was Camilo.

“See, I told you you’d meet each other again one day!” Mirabel.

“Clear skies, clear skies!” Pepa was raining, but with sunshine and rainbows; with happiness, now sorrow. She and her sister and brother were hugging each other, no doubt remembering their own reunion.

But Claudine barely heard any of that. She was lost in memories.

Claudine was four, and her brother was seven, and he was sitting in bed with her telling her a story in a hushed voice. It was a story of his mother, who sang songs and gave hugs and was even-dare it be said? Despite the fact that she was disobedient, lawbreaking, a witch, like their father said? And their father’s word was law-good.

“I think she would have liked you,” her brother told her.

“Really? Why?” Claudine was just a little child who could never do good. Her father only cared for her out of his com...comp....a long word that Claudine didn’t know, but it meant he had a good heart. But why would anyone else like her?

“Well,” her brother said. “I like you. I would have brought you home and she would have taken care of you too.”

Claudine was six, and she was afraid of the dark. She was a big girl now, and now she was supposed to sleep all by herself in her own room, all the way until the sun would rise and her father would wake her up, but she was all by herself and it was so dark and the shadows moved and there were demons and devils and witches hiding in them, they were going to drag her away with them into the darkness-

The door opened on soundless hinges, a shaft of lantern light cutting through the shadows and chasing them away, to reveal the face of her nine-year-old brother.

“Hi,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

She was not going to cry. She was a big girl. She had nothing to cry about.

“I came to check on you,” he whispered. “Should I stay with you?”

She shook her head. “Father said we’re supposed to stay in our own rooms,” she whispered back.

“You’re right,” he pointed out. He thought about this. “How about I leave my door open, and you leave your door open, so it’s not so dark, and we could see each other? I’ll do it for you.”

He propped her door open with a chair. Then he went out into the dark, scary hallway, and she didn’t hear his door open, but she saw a shaft of light, which meant that he’d hung his lantern on his doorknob so she could see it. Standing in his open doorway, he waved. She waved back.

Claudine was seven, and her brother was ten, and they were having what she would later learn was called a “thought-provoking conversation.”

“You can’t be a sinner if you didn’t do anything wrong,” her brother told her.

“But I slept too late,” she said. “I was supposed to be using that time for-”

Her brother interrupted her. He did that a lot. “But you stayed up late instead. So really you were up for the same amount of time. Besides, I slept a little bit late last week, and Father didn’t tell me that was a sin.”

“But I’m a girl,” she said. “So it’s worse if I do it. Because I am more inclined to witchcraft and evil, and all women draw good men to sin anyway.” Neither of them quite understood what these words she was echoing meant, though.

“Right,” he said, “but if...” He struggled to formulate his thoughts into words. “But if all girls are supposed to be evil sinners, then why do they exist?”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well,” he said. “We exist in the world because we’re supposed to do good, right? But if all girls were automatically evil then you wouldn’t exist, because you wouldn’t even have the chance to be good. So how would that work?”

Claudine didn’t know.

“I’m going to ask Father,” he said.

Claudine was eight, and everything hurt.

She lay in her bed, trying not to shake, biting her lip so hard it bled to prevent herself from crying. She wasn’t supposed to cry, she couldn’t cry, she deserved this, this was going to make her a better person, how dare she cry-

There were footsteps, and she jerked up, but couldn’t sit up and sunk back down, gasping in pain, only for her brother’s face to materialize in her field of vision.

“I got a cream from Mrs. Tremaine,” he whispered. “I think it should help. Should I put it on?”

She shook her head, wincing. “But Father said-”

“It’s not supposed to make it feel better,” he told her. “It’s just supposed to make it actually get better, so you can do what you’re supposed to. That’s good, right?” It was not the first time he had tried to find a loophole.

She thought about this, and nodded. “Thank you, Edward.”

“Eduardo,” he corrected as he unscrewed the small, nearly empty bottle. He insisted on very little, but this was one of them. “Okay, I’ll put it on. I’ll be gentle. Hold still.”

Claudine was nine, and Eduardo was twelve, and they were clutching each other’s hands in a crowd full of bedraggled, wild children as the adults tried to shout directions and they were steered away from the bridge.

Eventually, they were separated into small groups. The tall, strict-looking lady in charge announced that the group would be sent to nice places where people would take care of them.

But they couldn’t be in Auradon, in Auradon was the magic that would corrupt their souls, the evil people who thought they were good were here, they had someone who took care of them, they had their father, they owed him everything, what would they do without him-

“It’s going to be okay,” Eduardo told her. “We’ll be okay. We’ll figure things out.”

She didn’t realize how tight she was holding his hand until they were steered into separate groups, and they had to be yanked apart.

“No!” she screamed. “No! Edward! Eduardo! Come back!” She kicked and screamed and flailed and bit. She was terrified, she was all alone, surrounded by nobody but strange children she didn’t know and the scary adults and they were going to take her far away-

He was shouting too, fighting as hard as she was. “I’ll come back to you!” he shouted as they dragged him away. “I’ll find you! Don’t worry! I’ll find you!”

It had been five years.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi,” he said.

“Give them some space!” Senora Pepa began shooing everyone out of the room. “They haven’t seen each other in years-” Bruno looked guilty- “let them talk!”

Camilo and Mirabel exchanged looks and vanished without protest, presumably to find Dolores. Soon the room was empty except for the two of them.

“So...” he began, and stopped. Where to start? This felt so strange-she wasn’t the nine-year-old sister he had known anymore. “Are you...are you all right?”

She nodded. “I am, I really am, I was frightened at first-but what about you, where did the Auradon people send you?”

“They sent me to live with good people. They care about me, they helped me, I even care about them-I told them about you, that I wanted to find you, and they just let me go. They’re really nice. I said I would bring you to visit them. Um-if you want.”

“I don’t...” she hesitated. “I...”

“Or you could stay here,” he added quickly. “These people are the Madrigals?”

She nodded. “How did you know?”

“I heard that’s where your group was sent. I didn’t know anything else, though. That’s why it took me so long. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” she told him. “I mean-it’s good here, too. I missed you, but-they care about me. Their little boy even thinks I’m his big sister. Like, for real.”

He nodded slowly.

This felt so strange. Not what a reunion between beloved siblings should be. They were almost like strangers now. They had lived such different lives in the past five years. And, he had learned, the years they’d lived together had not been the most...normal.

“Um,” she said, moving a strand of hair behind her ear in a gesture so familiar it gave him deja vu. She’d always used to do that.

It was comforting to know that some things didn’t change.

“I can show you around the house,” she offered.

He smiled genuinely. “That would be nice.” When they were young, he’d always tried to find ways that she could be independent, and now here she was taking the initiative! Besides, now he could get to know the people his sister lived with, and the person his sister had become.

“Okay. So this way is the kitchen. The whole house has a name, you know, they call it Casita...”

#claudine frollo #encanto #descendants #disney descendants #crossover #original character #alternate universe #what if claudine frollo was adopted by the madrigal family #and also had a brother #madrigal family #claude frollo #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #julieta madrigal

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dragoneyes618 · 2 years

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How do you think the madriagls and other heroes would react to Dragon Hall' curriculum? (Mainly if the madrigals adopted Claudine)

Everyone: "THEY TEACH THEM WHAT?! THESE SUBJECTS ARE RIDICULOUS!"

Seriously, they would all probably have a similar reaction. Selfishness 101? Evil Schemes and Nasty Plots? It's like they want their children to be-well. Horrible people. Which they kind of do.

Bruno: “Tall Tales and the Tellers Who Tell Them sounds interesting, though. Stories, like my telenovelas.”

#answered ask #descendants #dragon hall #bruno madrigal #what if claudine frollo was adopted by the madrigal family

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How do you think the Madrigals would react to the fact that Lefou Deux lives in a small apartment with the Gaston twins, Gil, Gemma, Claire, and his 4 younger siblings? With no adults?

"Right," Abuela informed LeFou sharply. "You're moving in."

He blinked, gaping. "I - what do you -"

"I mean precisely what I said." She sniffed. "You need a proper home. The children need room to run around and play. All of you cooped up together, you'll be at each other's throats in no time. And you and the other young men, you're grown, you should be thinking of starting your own families-" She winked, actually winked, showing that there was still a bit of Alma left in Abuela after all, and LeFou blushed as he thought of Claudine. "The burden of raising your siblings and cousins shouldn't fall on you simply because you are the eldest. And even if you were the only ones who were able to care for them, you should do it in a proper home. With enough room for you all. So. Go talk to them and tell them to pack. There's enough room in the Encanto for all of you."

#answered ask #au #lefou deux #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #what if claudine frollo was adopted by the madrigal family #and then everyone else was as well apparently #or a bunch of the Isle kids ended up there at least

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In the "Claudine gets sent to Encanto" AU - the one where she's older, like 15 or 16 - which Madrigal kid is she closest to, and why? Which Madrigal adult is she closest to, and why? What are the Madrigals' reactions to her?

In an Encanto Au where Claudine Frollo gets sent to the Encanto as an older kid/teen, she'd be the closet to Marbiel in my opinion.

Why, you may ask?

Well, it's simple really; they're both friendly, stubborn, helpful, socially awkward teen girls who are multi-talented and considered outcasts in many ways. So they'd definitely be friends/close to one another-- especially since they don't have powers, unlike the rest of the family.

The Madrigal adult that she'd be the closest to is Bruno and the reason for that, again, is very simple. They're both socially awkward, fidgety, creative, loyal, and smart and willing to do anything for the ones they love. Plus they both have the thing with the rats/mice in common, sooooooooo...they'd definitely get along the most. Especially since he wouldn't push her too much unlike the other adults.

As for what they'd think of Claudine? Well...

Abuela/Alma would be a bit wary of her at first simply because of the fact that Claudine is from outside of the Encanto. But she'd get over it eventually once she realized just how much Claudine needed a safe space.

Pepa would be extremely overprotective of Claudine because she reminds her of both Marbiel and Bruno. Two people she cares for greatly and feels like she failed. She'd be determined not to fail Claudine like she did them and would mother he greatly.

Félix thinks she's a sweet young lady and wants to help her settle into the family in anyway he can. He wants her to be comfortable -- like he wants/always wanted for Bruno. And he's willing to be patient if that helps her settle in.

Bruno is fatherly towards her and sees alot of himself and Maribel in her, and it causes him alot of heart ache. He wants her to be happy and safe and comfortable. He wants her to know that she can come to him with anything and that he'll help her if she needs it. He also is not looking forward to meeting her bio father because he's not sure how he'd react to him.

Julieta worries about Claudine honestly. It's not that she doesn't trust her-- no she trusts her. She's just worried about how the way Frollo raised her and her life prior to the Encanto is affecting her mentally and physically. She wants her new niece to be healthy and safe happy-- gift or no gift. And doesn't see how anyone can treat Claudine as badly as Frollo did. She also greatly appreciates th help in the kitchen.

Agustín adores her. He thinks she's a lovely young lady and wants to help her settle in, in anyway he can. He loves how happy she makes the family and gets along great with her equally as clumsy boyfriend.

Isabelle isn't quiet sure what to make of her. She's alot like Marbiel but very different at the same time. She's quiet and meeker and talks to rats and is a pirate but isn't mean or aggressive. She really has no idea how to handle her or what to think of her. At least at first. She wouldn't have many problems with her though.

Luisa, like the Gaston twins, would be extremely protective of Claudine. She'd do what she can to make her smile and make her feel safe and they'd hang out alot. She'd be one of the closest Madrigals to Claudine. She'd be very fond of Claudine.

Mabriel is very fond of Claudine and helps her break out of her shell a bit.

Dolores likes Claudine so much that the two of them can sit alone in silence for hours on end without feeling uncomfortable. Claudine rarely ever hurts her ears by talking loudly and they'd get along just fine.

Camilo would think she was odd at first but would get over it eventually like he did with Bruno. And he wouldn't be afraid of her like he was of Bruno as a kid.

Antonio would love her. She likes his animals, she spends alot of time with him, she's a pirate which is cool, her friends are nice to him, and she loves learning about his animal friends.

This is assuming that they're all the same age as they are in the movie. If they're older, than it's similarish enough but with Antonio also be protective of her.

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