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blueflyingturtleontheway · 1 year

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Okay hmm. ...I think we can go with 'former friends' with that ask game? If so: Victor and Esteban: 1,3,5,9,13

Yesss thank you!

1. When I think they became friends (if canon already hasn't showed how they became friends)

Some time when they were young teenagers, maybe almost teenagares. I think since Victor's father was the royal treasurer he was also part of the court and so Delgados attended all of the important events at the palace. I imagine it only happened after Esteban started living at the palace and maybe they got into some mischief during a ball or something like that and since then they became partners in crime (unfortunately literally :'))

3. A random headcanon I have of them

They're really good at codes and secret communication, and would've used it a lot for their shenanigans in their childhood.

5. A scene I wish we had of them

Like everyone I think, I'd like to see their reconciliation after the finale but almost as much I'd like to see them actually facing each other in battle. Ironically I think that's when their dynamic could really show itself and who knows, maybe even some crumbs of friendliness would peek out from below all the resentment.

9. Would I change anything about their friendship?

Hm I don't know, because honestly right now their relationship is perfect, it's in character, it's consistent and has great potential, if only, like with almost every one, we'd get to see a little more of it, but when it comes to their past relationship I usually see two ways of interpreting it.

One is that they really were great friends as children and teenagers, they could both have fun and just casually hang out and they were there for each other in all of their personal hardships, and only Shuriki and all the other things culminating destroyed their friendship, while the other... I could also very well see their friendship as being, maybe not toxic, but dysfunctional from the beginning, in the way that they had a bad influence on each other. We know that Esteban felt underappreciated and not understood by his family and I can see Victor helping that feelings grow in him, agreeing with Esteban when he was saying that they omit him in stuff on purpose or that he has to prove them just how much he can accomplish. I also headcanon that Victor had a difficult relationship with his father and kind of lacked a purpose, but at the same time was convinced of his own greatness and Esteban definitely would tell Victor's side against his father and only encourage him to rebelling (I'm not saying he'd be entirely wrong in that, but I think I've already talked in another post that Victor's relationship with his father was really difficult and neither of the sides was fully innocent) and in general they'd both strengthen in each other the belief that they need to show the world just how much they're worth. In this case their fallout was kinda imminent and Shuriki was only the spark to the gunpowder.

So back to the question, I wouldn't change anything in their relationship because it already gives a lot of room for various fantastic interpretations.

13. What I think would have happened if they never met

I think a lot would change... and not that much at the same time.

First of all I think Shuriki would've still attacked and while her chances might've been smaller, I think it's still very possible she'd take over, except there'd be much more fight, destruction and victims. I also think that Victor would've still parted with his family, either from his own will or he'd get kicked out, but either way it wouldn't be pretty.

But I think they'd be much lonelier. I firmly believe that they were there for each other and understood one another like no one else did, and they were for each other the kind of person from whom they really didn't have any secrets, they helped each other and supported through the tough times (be it more or less healthily). I think it'd especially show on Esteban who we know already doesn't have that great communication skills and emotional maturity, but if he was completely lonely in the palace I think he'd be even worse. Victor definitely got more opportunities thanks to Esteban, the ones coming strictly from him being part of the royal family but also I think he learned a lot of the personal and social skills from him.

I think it's difficult to say how exactly their lives would look like at the time of canon, if they never met, since it'd also depend on how the Shuriki situation went, but I think in general it'd be much worse because wether they like it or not they were really important in each other's lives.

Okay that was really interesting to talk about, honestly I feel like we see really little of their friendship on screen but at the same time we know so much about it already, that it's so fascinating to delve into it even deeper and think about what was in the past or what could be in the future for them

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#my post #fictional friendship ask game #answering asks #lucy-shining-star #eoa #victor delgado #esteban flores #chancellor esteban #honestly i dont remember have i already made that post where i talked about my whole view on victors childhood/youth?#i feel like i did but im not sure #and honestly everything i think about him relies strongly on thode headcanons XD

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Jinxed-Chapter 2

It was the sound of a woman's soft sobbing that woke Bruno, sounding almost like his mother reliving her worst memory in the nightmares he and his sisters were powerless to stop. When they were young, the three of them would wordlessly, by silent agreement, gather at their mother's door when they heard her cry or call out for their father in her sleep. When she emerged in the morning, though, she never showed any sign of sadness or disturbed sleep, so they had all followed her lead and never mentioned it.

It wasn't his mother. Bruno blinked his eyes open to find them staring at a curved ceiling of dark, old wood. He felt like he'd been sleeping on the floor, which, it turned out, he had.

There was a shackle around his right ankle, the other end of which was driven deep into the floor. It was loose enough so as not to be painful or even that uncomfortable, but tight enough so that it couldn't be slipped off.

The room he was in was rocking slightly. A ship.

He vaguely remembered seeing a ship from a distance, although he didn't remember actually coming on it. He'd been very tired, both from the recent influx of visions, which had continued even after they had taken him from the Encanto, and from the long journey down the river, which no one had taken in his lifetime. The new invaders had come up the river. He didn't know what they or anybody else in the distant towns the river passed by called it. The people of the Encanto called it el Río Pedro.

He was dizzy, his mouth dry. His head hurt.

He tried to sit up. It didn't work.

"Hey, he's alive!" somebody said.

"Of course he's alive," somebody else said. "I would have noticed if I'd been sitting next to a dead body for the past two days."

"Yeah, well, he hasn't moved, and that weird green light stopped like three hours ago, so for all I knew..."

Juli had packed some drinks in the bundle of food she'd given him, right? He hoped she had, anyway.

He fumbled around in the packet, which he'd clutched close to him even in his sleep, and withdrew a water bottle. The packet felt lighter than he remembered.

He downed half the bottle in one go and splashed a little on his face. Finally feeling properly awake, he looked around.

Several people were staring curiously at him.

He'd never been around people he didn't know. His whole life, he'd been surrounded by people he knew. And who knew him, unfortunately.

Next to Bruno was a tall, bony man with a long nose and sheaves of brown hair sticking up in all directions.

There was an unhealthily pale man with green eyes whose black hair was halfway white, but his facial features were younger than Bruno's. Perhaps grief or a hard life had aged him. He certainly looked it-he had the manner of a man who had been worn down by life; it made Bruno uncomfortable, and it took him a few moments to realize that it was because he reminded Bruno of himself.

Across from the black-and-white haired man sat a grumpy-looking fellow, also with black-and-white hair, who looked like he could be first one's brother, or at the very least, cousin. Perhaps the white in the hair was a family trait, then, somehow?

In the back sat a tall, thin man with a thin black mustache, dressed in fine, noble clothing, or at least what Bruno assumed was fine, noble clothing, having never actually seen any. The man carried himself with the bearing of a noble, too. He was easily the oldest of the group, sixty years at the very least.

Up in the front sat four women. Three of them were identical. The same blonde hair, the same green eyes, the same vapid expressions as they whispered and giggled to each other like schoolgirls. It was eerie.

He was a triplet, of course, and there was a pair of identical twins in the village, but identical triplets? Surely that was rarer. They seemed to move in tandem, all three of them brushing a stray piece of hair behind an ear within moments of each other. He and his sisters certainly never did that. They were all opposites of each other.

The fourth woman, red-haired, was hunched over something in the corner, crying. It was her cries that had woken Bruno.

He stared at the motley group. They stared back at him.

The grumpy-looking black-and-white haired man broke the silence. "So, what are you in for?"

"Patrick Howard!" The weary-looking black-and-white haired man snapped.

"What?" The two of them glared at each other.

"Don't mind them." The brown-haired man said, and Bruno had to resist the urge to move away when he realized that he was speaking to him. Most people in the Encanto, at this point, didn't speak to him if they could help it.

"They're cousins," he went on. "We've been stuck here for two days, I think, and they've been fighting the entire time. I think they each blame each other for ending up here."

"Well, he's going because he wants to go," the man who had spoken first-Patrick Howard-snapped, pointing at his cousin. "So after that they decided to investigate the whole family, and they raided my lab and I ended up here."

"I don't see how it's my fault that they found your experiments! You had thirteen different types of illegal drugs that you were trying to combine with junk food and feed to animals!"

"So? They wouldn't have looked into me if you hadn't decided to go after Ella!"

"Of course I'm going after Ella! She's my sister! She's your cousin too, you should be willing to help her too!"

"Not all of us are willing to doom ourselves and give up the rest of our lives for our family, Cecil!"

Bruno's father had given up his life for his family, but that didn't seem like that was the case here. "Que..." he murmured.

The man next to him seemed to understand that he was confused. "Cecil and Patrick Howard de Vil," he explained. "You might have heard of Cecil's sister, Cruella de Vil? No? Anyway, Cruella got sent to the Isle a couple years ago, and now Cecil wanted to go with her, but also Auradon investigated the whole family-they're all mired in crime like you wouldn't believe-"

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment, Patrick Howard!"

"Oh, just because you're the only goody two-shoes in the family ever, Cecil-"

The speaker didn't seem concerned that the two de Vils-Diablo? Really?-had heard him. "And they found Patrick here-"

"Patrick Howard."

"-running all these little illegal experiments in his laboratory, so now he's here with the rest of us."

"Like you never ran any illegal experiments, Dr. Doofus," Patrick Howard snapped irately.

"Doofenshmirtz," he snapped right back.

Several days, cooped up together with no break, trapped, en route to a final, unknown destination....it was no wonder that they were all squabbling like little children.

"So, I'm Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz." The "doctor" was emphasized. And apparently Bruno hadn't misheard the surname.

"I'm sorry-Dr. Doofen..."

"Doofenshmirtz."

"Si, si," Bruno said hastily. Doofenshmirtz had the air of a man who had been teased his whole life for his surname, and Bruno did not want to accidentally rub him the wrong way. Or rub anyone the wrong way. All he wanted was to live in peace with his family in the Encanto and not be blamed for his visions...

Well, that was an impossible dream, now.

He realized they were all staring at him expectantly. What were they waiting for? Oh, right.

"Bruno," he offered them hesitantly, unsure of how much information he should reveal to them. Weren't they villains?

They didn't seem very villainous. Except maybe Patrick Howard. But the crying woman in the corner reminded him of his mother, and the three blondes looked vacuous and petty, but not evil, and apparently this Cecil person was only going to the Isle because his sister was there?

If Pepa or Julieta had been exiled instead of him, would he have gone after them? He hoped so.

They wouldn't come after him, but they had their babies to take care of. They had an Encanto to get invaders out of.

"I am Esteban," the man in the back said, making Bruno jump; it was the first time he'd spoken. He looked as though he was thoroughly disgusted with the puerile behavior of the others. "Former chancellor of Avalor, loyal cousin to the queen, Elena." He spoke the words with pride. Bruno had never heard of any Avalor.

"I'm Cecil de Vil," Cecil said. "This is my cousin, Patrick Howard de Vil, that's Dr. Doofenshmirtz, and those three over there are..." He hesitated.

"Paula, Laura, and Claudia," Patrick Howard suggested; the way he filled in his cousin's sentences suggested that they had not always disliked each other.

"Paulette, Laurette, and Claudette!" One of the three blonde women snapped.

"Right, of course." Cecil tried to smooth things over. "Apologies, Laurette."

"I'm Claudette."

"I'm sorry," he apologized again. "Anyway-and that's Anastasia Tremaine over there."

The red-haired woman lifted her head for a moment and stared blankly at Bruno before sinking her head back into the bundle she was carrying.

"Behold," Esteban said sardonically. "The great mortal enemies of Auradon."

"What?" Bruno said.

"They know we're not actually dangerous," Cecil pointed out. "That's why there's only us here. They already sent all the major villains to the Isle. We're the last stragglers."

"The rest of us are the last stragglers," his cousin noted. "You waltzed right in to the palace, asking to be taken to Ella. I hope you're happy. Anyway, guy with the glowing eyes, what are you in for?"

"And here we are again." Cecil rolled his eyes.

"Glowing eyes?" Bruno echoed weakly.

They all nodded, even the blonde triplets.

"You were asleep when they dragged you in," Doofenshmirtz told him. "But your eyes opened, and glowed green the whole time. Literally, glowed. You talked to yourself too. Sounded very ominous, if I may say so."

"We thought you might be dead, or dying," Patrick Howard added. "We took some food out of your bag-they didn't give us much, and if you were dead you wouldn't need it anyway."

Cecil rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.

"Are you a prophet or something?" Esteban asked curiously.

Bruno froze. "How did you know?" If there was one thing that was good about this situation, it was that he would be surrounded by new people who didn't know who he was or the expectations placed on him or how it all went wrong and how his visions ruined everything. And now they had guessed it, not half an hour in.

They all froze too, staring at him.

"I didn't fully mean it," Esteban murmured. "I was halfway being sarcastic..."

"Prophet? Really?" Cecil asked.

"That explains all the weird things you were saying," Patrick Howard added.

"What did I say?" His nightmares-visions-had been jumbled, as the ones he dreamed often were. He had no big open space to see what would happen, to emerald tablet to project it on. He didn't remember it clearly. He didn't think he wanted to. But what had he said?

"Something about the Isle, I think," Doofenshmirtz offered. "And a barrier falling, or breaking-"

"No, a house falling," Esteban corrected.

"It was both." Anastasia had stopped crying and was staring at Bruno. From the way everyone else was staring at her, it was highly unusual for her to speak, lost as she was in her melancholy.

"Uh-Dragons!" Patrick Howard remembered, looking almost like a child reliving his favorite fantasies. "And a bunch of names I don't remember..."

"Julieta?" Bruno suggested. "Pepa?"

"I think so."

"Also Mirabel," Esteban added. "Antonio. Camilo."

Mirabel. Antonio. Camilo.

He knew those names. He had seen the faces they belonged to.

In the days preceding his arrest-he had known something was coming, but not what-he had spent all day, every day, holed up in his room, having vision after vision, both voluntary and involuntary.

These names, they belonged to the Madrigal children not yet born, and they would be important, somehow. He hoped that their names being mentioned meant that he had seen something good about them. He hoped.

He had frantically written down everything he had seen, not understanding it, only knowing that he had to leave it for la familia to see. Maybe it would help them later. He had also left all his emerald tablets there, with his visions imprinted on them. His visions always made things worse, but at least his family would know what was coming. Maybe it would help them get rid of the new invaders, somehow.

They were sending him to the Isle now, and afterwards, they wouldn't bother much with the Encanto. Their duty would be done. If his exile was protecting his family, he was glad to go.

He rummaged around in the, indeed, emptier pack Julieta had given him, looking for more water. He needed a drink.

Instead, his fingers closed on pieces of what felt like cold stone. He looked. Green emerald.

Clever Juli. She had taken some of the broken pieces of his vision tablets, the ones he had smashed when their visions turned out to be useless-like the one warning him of the new invaders, which he had only received the day they had come, far too late to do anything about it-and hidden them beneath all the food she had made for him, her arepas, her bunuelos, that baked apple thing that didn't have a name but was his favorite. He could use the broken shards for bribery, for money. At this point, he would take what he could get. Outside the Encanto, emeralds were considered valuable, right?

"So," Patrick Howard said, "you're really a prophet?" He held his hand behind his back. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Bruno blinked.

"He can see the future, not the present, Patrick," Cecil sighed.

"Patrick Howard. All right then-can you tell how many guards are going to come get us when we finally reach the Isle? Will we be able to fight them?"

Bruno's gaze drifted towards the single locked hatch set in the wall. "It doesn't work that way."

"So how does it work?"

So how does it work? Pepa had asked him, when the three of them were eight years old, and he had chased the two of them out of his room wiggling his fingers howling "Wooo! I'm scary Bruno with the glowing eyes, and I'm gonna tell your future!"

He missed them. Things had been difficult between them, lately, but he missed them.

"It's...complicated," he said finally.

"No wonder they sent you to the Isle," Esteban said. "They do not like that, seeing the future. You could be a threat to them."

Bruno blinked. "A threat?" Him, a threat? What could he ever do? Pepa was the one who could strike people with lightning. Juli was the one who could heal them. All he could do was tell them what was coming.

"They don't like magic users that aren't under their control," Esteban explained. "And if you can see what is going to happen, what they would do...they definitely don't like that. That is why they sent me. The magic part, I mean. I have some magic. Although the reason they gave my family was because of some, ah, missteps I made in my youth-"

"Really?" Patrick Howard asked. "I heard you allied with the sorceress who killed-"

"Patrick Howard!" Cecil snapped.

Esteban's stoic, even expression faltered for a moment; he looked guilt-ridden and grief-stricken. Then his face cleared like nothing had happened.

"Anyway," Cecil interrupted, perhaps feeling it best to continue on with the conversation. "I'm going for my sister. Ella de Vil-they sent her for stealing puppies."

"She was going to skin them for their fur," Patrick Howard added helpfully.

Cecil sighed. "Doofenshmirtz, what did they get you for, unlawful experimentation like Patrick here?"

"Patrick Howard."

Doofenshmirtz shrugged. "Pretty much. Plus a few other things, nothing very important."

"The triplets over there-" Bruno started, before realizing that Cecil was referring to the three blonde women. In fact, the term "triplets" might never refer to him again.

"-they actually wanted to go to the Isle because the man they're in love with is there."

"The man they're in love with?" Bruno asked.

"All three of them, with the same guy," Doofenshmirtz confirmed. "They won't stop going on about him."

"Oh, Gaston!" One of the triplets-he still didn't know which was which-gushed. "He's the best, the most wonderful-"

"The greatest," one of her sisters added.

The third one nodded. "No one's as amazing as Gaston."

"You realize he can only choose one of you, yes?" Esteban queried.

They looked at each other, shrugged, and went back to talking amongst themselves. Probably about Gaston.

Three sisters, in love with the same man.

He had seen something like this. He had left the tablet, and written it down, and maybe his familia would see it and do something about it.

Do what about it? His visions could never be altered.

Isabela and Dolores, all grown up. The youngest Guzman boy kneeling before Isabela, while Dolores looked on, heartbroken.

If only his visions could spare his family from pain and harm....

But if they couldn't then what was the point of it? Why had the miracle given him this gift?

"And Anastasia," Cecil finished, "was sent for-being cruel to her stepsister?"

Anastasia nodded. "That's what they said.”

“The stepsister married into royalty,” Patrick Howard added.

“That explains it,” Doofenshmirtz muttered.

Anastasia’s breath hitched. “But my mother-I didn't mean-" She sounded like she was about to cry again. She hugged the little bundle she was holding, and that was when Bruno realized what it was.

"Is that-a baby?"

"My baby. Anthony." Anastasia began to rock the little boy back and forth, just like Julieta and Pepa did with their daughters. "They said he would be better off with his mother, but he won't be better off with my mother, and they didn't let me speak to my husband..." She trailed off, humming to her son, as though trying to pretend that the rest of them weren't there.

"They send-why are they sending your baby? He's not a-a villain!"

Cecil laughed bitterly. "None of us are villains. They're only sending us because they've already caught all the big fish, and all they have left is us. They want to look like they're doing something. Where are you from, don't you realize this?"

"Well, they're sending you because-"

"I know why they're sending me, Patrick Howard! Fine, so the rest of you."

"Probably it doesn't look good for them, to have the child of a villain running around free in Auradon." Doofenshmirtz looked uneasy, pensive.

Anastasia squinted at him perceptively, with a mother's eye. "You have a child?"

"My daughter," he admitted. "She's old enough to get along on her own, she's with my ex-wife, but still..."

"I have two cousins." Esteban was the next to volunteer information about his family.

Patrick Howard shrugged when they all looked at him. "What? I don't have any kids. I never married."

"No, you were married to your job," Cecil snorted.

"I..." Bruno hesitated in this newfound almost camaraderie. No one had ever acted like this around him before, except his sisters. Everyone else was too wary of him. "I have two sisters. And my brothers-in-law. And their daughters. Two nieces. And my mother."

"None of us have any children," one of the blonde triplets said. "How could any of us marry another man when one of us could marry Gaston?"

This led to a lot of suppressed choking and laughter.

"Uh..." Bruno felt like he'd missed something. "Who is this Gaston?"

"The man they're in love with," Doofenshmirtz told him again.

"He also tried to kill the high king of Auradon," Cecil added.

"Oh."

Nobody said anything for a while. Bruno was glad of the silence; it allowed him to sit and think and absorb what he'd been told.

"So, the people on the Isle," he said suddenly, "are they really evil people? Or are they like....us?"

Everyone looked at each other.

"At first, they sent the real evil ones," Doofenshmirtz told him. "Maleficent, the Evil Queen, that priest who burnt down half of Paris..."

"He was a minister," Cecil corrected.

"He still burnt down half of Paris. That crazy hunter guy, Agrabah's grand vizier..."

Bruno had no idea who any of these people were, but he tried not to let it show.

"They even brought some back from the dead. But then they ran out of major villains, and they started sending the small fry, like us. But they're all still there. Unless they've all killed each other. Then we have nothing to worry about."

There was silence again, while everyone pondered the fate they could possibly meet on an Isle full of villains. But then-

"I'm sorry, did you say they could bring back the dead?" Bruno clarified.

"Not on the Isle," Esteban told him. "There's no magic there. Most of the villains did whatever they did with magic, so they put up a barrier. Magic doesn't work there."

Bruno hesitated, inhaling. "No magic at all?"

"As far as I know," Esteban confirmed, and everyone else nodded agreement.

Bruno closed his eyes. "Gracias a Di-s," he murmured.

Thank you to @eahravinqueen for proofreading this for me.

All chapters can be found under the tag “Bruno Madrigal is sent to the Isle of the Lost.”

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