#like y’all did with Bruno throwing the salt in encanto

[starlooove]

A lot of y’all see Miles as “one of the good ones” and it shows

#wait till he gets a lil ghetto #maybe have him blow up at Gwen next movie and not forgive her quickly #matter of fact let him say he doesn’t care about her dad or smth #the switch up is gonna be crazy #like i couldn’t put my finger on why the racism just…missed miles this movie #like y’all are racist about miles and hobie obviously #but miles as a character isn’t getting the reception he got before #and i had hope that maybe ppl were just less racist #but no a lot of y’all ignore miles and his character #or see him as the nice yet sassy black guy who’s exotic enough to be cool but not so much that it’s unrelatable #the little parts of his culture are excused as quirks to you do you can relate even when it doesn’t apply #like y’all did with Bruno throwing the salt in encanto #but yeah i still think there’s an element I’m missing to it but that’s like. the bare bones so far #I’m basically tryna figure out why y’all are treating miles so differently this movie #like genuinely it feels like every racist thought and trope y’all have been putting on miles #was just. dispersed onto other characters #he’s not aggresive u can call hobie and Miguel aggresive #he’s not a thief u can call miles 42 the thief #he’s not the black best friend u can call Pav the manic pixie dream boy #so when all of that is gone all u see Miles as is something u can project onto #and that’s why y’all ignore miles unless ur talking about him in reference to other characters #it’s getting weird #itsv #atsv #fandom racism #miles morales

[br3adsticc]

Reloj De Arena Roto

— An au where Bruno prophesied his own demise

Note : I usually don’t write fanfic so don’t expect this to be good. Also this is probably my first and last Encanto fic I’m never doing this again 💀

Word count : 1,402 words y’all are in for a ride

Bruno was asked by his sobrina to have another vision. And of course he did so, who was he to deny her request? Everything went exactly like the last time, unless, this time, he saw something… different.

A butterfly, Mirabel hugging her sister, the candle burning brighter, and the miracle being saved.

But wait, there was something more.

Out of the corner of Bruno’s eyes, he saw something. He clenched his glowing green orbs, trying to discern the blurry vision magically formed by the sand. It was him, laying in a pile of rubble, motionless. Signs of life, if there was any, could not be detected. Bruno rubbed his eyes, praying what he saw was only just his mind playing tricks on him.

Yet there it was. Showing the same image with no indication of it changing any further. His heart immediately sank. Fortunately, Mirabel was too occupied with her own vision to notice anything. And Bruno was grateful for that.

After bidding their goodbyes and sending the young Madrigal off to her quest, Bruno returned to his room within the walls of la casita.

He silently took a seat, his chest heavy. For the first time in ten years, no, in his life, he really wished that a vision wouldn’t come true... It wasn’t real, was it? Of course, of course, it was. His predictions never failed before. But why now? Why did his gift decided now was the time to tell him? Mirabel was going to save the miracle. The house was going to be fixed. He was about to be reunited with family again after all these years. So why… why… why… WHY…

It didn’t took him long to realize that his breathing was becoming more and more erratic. The more he thought of it, the more his head felt like it was spinning.

He reached into his shirt pocket, taking out some salt and clutching it in his shaking hand before throwing it over his shoulder. Bruno tried every ritual he could think of. Crossing his fingers and holding his breath. Pacing around the room, knocking on every pieces of wood he could see, seven times, while muttering the ever so familiar phrase.

“Knock.” One.

“Knock.” Two.

“Knock.” Three.

“Knock.” Four.

“Knock.” Five.

“Knock on wood.” Six, seven.

With the last knock on his head, completing the ritual, he let out an exasperated sigh, knowing the relief was only temporary.

Not mere seconds after, he felt it. The urge. The urge to do it again. Bruno clenched his hands into fists, continuing the cycle. He knocked, and knocked, and knocked, and knocked. It wasn’t wood anymore he was hitting. At this point any surface would do. Once, twice, thrice… How many time was it again? He had lost count.

A sudden and low rumble snapped him out of his train of thought. And Bruno knew that sound all too well.

Living in the walls does have its own benefits. When all you see are wooden walls and white concrete, you started to notice all the little things and details. Like a black line snaking its way further and further, branching out and forming a shape much like a lighting bolt. That was what Bruno was seeing, but this time larger.

It wasn’t just the walls. It was the whole house. Casita was breaking.

Still processing what was going on, he froze. He couldn’t move. So much was happening in a span of seconds and it was suffocating. The air was getting thinner and it was becoming harder to breathe and he couldn’t do anything.

‘Did it not work?’

‘Did Mirabel somehow mess it up?’

So many questions were running through his brain and so little time for answers. The floor beneath him began to shake. Dust and debris raining down on the furnitures. Rats scurrying everywhere in every direction. He ran out to check the hallways.

It was coming. The ceiling started collapsing down the hallway and it was coming towards him. He knew it would eventually reached his room. No one would be able to come help him, especially in an secluded area where Casita’s effects couldn’t reach. If he didn’t get out soon, he’d surely be buried alive. In the midst of all panic, a single question popped into his mind.

‘Why?’

Why was he even trying to make it out alive? He knew, no, he saw what was going to happen with his own two eyes. He couldn’t escape it. His fate was already sealed.

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Luisa was fairly strong even without her gift. That’s why she trained everyday. To subdue the underlying anxiety that one day, she would eventually lose her gift.

Sadly, that was exactly the case. But she didn’t expect that her losing her gift would meant the same for everyone else in the family. And casita… Luckily, most of them escaped unharmed, just a few bruises here and there from being forcefully flung outside. Using what was left of her strength, she helped her primos and primas recovered some important, or once was important items from the wreckage.

Luisa watched as her mother hurried up towards the center of the house, where what seemed to be like a shelter made up of doors and furnitures was.

“Mirabel, are you hurt?” Julieta cupped Mirabel’s face with her hands. The young Madrigal solemnly shook her head, looking down at what was left of the candle. Even in the last moment, Casita still protected her. She looked at all her family members… And then something hit her.

“Tío Bruno.”

“Mija, what are you talking abou—“

“Tío Bruno! He didn’t come out!” She quickly stood up and ran to the nearest pile of rubble, pushing away what felt like an endless amount of stones and bricks and pieces of wood. She dug ,and dug, and dug. Still no sign of him.

Eventually Luisa and some of the Madrigals joined in, confused but eager to help with whatever Mirabel was trying to do.

Not minutes after there was a scream. And it was coming from Dolores, the quiet one of the family, who’s never made a sound louder than her squeaks and hushed whispers. It absolutely terrified Mirabel. She quickly darted towards where she was. Seeing her older cousin’s horrified face, Mirabel wished that her fear wasn’t true.

But there he was, laying in a pile of rubble, motionless. Signs of life, if there was any, could not be detected.

It felt like time has stopped. Mirabel wished she could say something, anything, to make light of the situation like she always had. But she couldn’t. The words were stuck in her throat. If the miracle couldn’t bless her all those years ago, just once, just this once, she pleaded, that it would now.

Immediately after, the other Madrigals joined the two to see what was going on. Julieta and Pepa were choking back tears, both taken aback and grief-stricken at the sight of their long lost brother, their husbands tending to them. The children who were too young to remember the man were confused at first. Until their older siblings explained that it was their uncle.

Dolores tried covering her youngest brother’s eyes but it didn’t take a genius to know what exactly transpired. The tío Bruno he just met earlier in the evening, the man he offered his stuffed jaguar to, was no longer with them.

And then there was abuela.

There was silence. And it was deafening. For the first time in many years, Mirabel saw the the stern face of her abuela beginning to crack. Her expression was full of pain and confusion, but definitely heartbreak. Through all the rain pouring down her face, it was difficult to tell if she was crying or not… When exactly did it start raining again?

Abuela fell down to her her knees and brushed a strand of hair out of his face. She tightly clutched Bruno’s hand in hers, so tight that it hurts. It hurt. She couldn’t bear to lose him again for the second time.

“Open your eyes, Brunito…” She whispered to his lifeless body, a whisper so small she can barely hear it herself. She begged from the bottom of her heart that there would be an answer to her plea, that there would be a miracle.

But alas, there was none. And his eyes remained closed.

Alma has lost yet another miracle.

#the rats are fine y’all #also pls don’t hurt me #encanto #disney encanto #encanto fic #encanto fanfiction #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #everyone shows up but it’s mostly mirabel and bruno #ALSO TY XIU FOR PROOFREADING THIS