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16magnolias · 2 years

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Encantober Day 11: Door

Dolores has trouble falling asleep, and Felix helps. Over and over. Fluff, Good Parent Felix, Mild Hurt/Comfort - mostly comfort <3

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“And then, Pablo PUSHED Eduardo, and Eduardo grabbed onto his collar, and they both fell into the mud and were rolling around and wrestling and Señora Domingo was having trouble separating them so I told Señora Muñoz about it and she went to help her pull them apart and then she ended recess early so she could ‘handle them’.” Dolores relayed with wide eyes as she bounced lightly on the edge of her bed.

“Well, it sounds like it was an eventful day at school today,” Félix said, distracted as he searched the drawer for his daughter’s nightgown.

“Ah – could you – put this on, mija?” He said as he handed her the pajamas he’d finally found.

“Sí,” Dolores lisping slightly around her missing front teeth. She’d lost both in the span of two weeks, and it was adorable.

“And then it’s time for bed,” Félix said for the tenth time, as Dolores animatedly talked about everything she’d heard at school that day.

“Sí, sí, Papa, okay. But I’m too tired to go to sleep. I’ve got too much wiggle worms in me to sleep right now.”

“Well, you’re going to have to try,” Félix said with gentle sternness. “Because tomorrow is a school day.”

“Another one?!” Dolores made a face. “How may more days until it’s over?”

Félix chuckled. “Only about a hundred.”

“A HUNDRED?!” Dolores sat straight up in bed. “But that’s practically forever!” She whispered.

Félix coaxed Dolores to lay back down and tucked her in again, giving her a kiss and smoothing the covers over her. “It seems like it, but you do only have two more days until the weekend. No school on the weekend, querida.”

“Yeah, that’s still two whole days.” Dolores sighed. “Can we go on a picnic to the lake this weekend? It’s so nice and quiet there. Well, not quiet, really. But different sounds. I like it there.”

Félix paused. “Is your gift bothering you, mija?”

Dolores shook her head. She’d had her gift for over a year now, and she seemed to have adjusted as well as could be expected. In fact, she was prouder than she’d ever been of it, because she had been the one to recently announce that her mamí and tía were both pregnant. “It’s not bothering me today. I just wanna go on a picnic.”

Félix smiled at her. “I’ll talk to your mamí and your abuela and see what we can do, then, okay?”

“Okay!” Dolores whispered cheerfully.

“Now go to bed!” Félix said with a smile as he closed the bedroom door behind him. “Mamí will be in in a minute to kiss you goodnight, too.”

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The sound of little feet passing overhead made Félix look up to the balcony.

“Dolores?”

“Just need a drink of water!” She said.

Félix waited until Dolores had gotten said drink of water from the bathroom, and then ran back to her room. “Good night, mija!” He whispered. “Don’t forget to shut your door.”

She paused at her door. “…Okay. G’night, Papa!”

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“Can I have some?”

Félix, Pepa, Julieta, and Agustín looked up from the kitchen table, where they were nursing cups of weak coffee and eating some sweet and sticky torta des tres leches, talking over the day and discussing the plans for the weekend. Pepa was further along than Julieta, but they both seemed to be over their morning sickness and neither was so large that a picnic by the lake was unfeasible. They’d invited Bruno to sit with them, but he’d mumbled something about needing his beauty rest and escaped to his tower. He’d been avoiding them all with increasing regularity these past few months. Maybe a picnic at the lake with the family was just what he needed, too.

Dolores stood, twisting the hem of her nightgown in her hands, eyes wide and looking hungrily at the cake on the plate.

“Hungry, mija?” Félix asked softly.

“Sí,” Dolores said. “Just a little.”

“Okay, a little piece, corazón, and then back to bed,” Pepa said, and patted her lap for her to climb up and sit with her.

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Félix had just finished getting ready for bed himself and was leaving the bathroom when he nearly ran into Dolores.

“Dolores, mija, is everything okay?” He whispered under his breath. It was unusual for her to be out of bed this late. She preferred the quiet of her room after a long day.

She blinked up at him. “Oh! Um, yeah. Sí, Papa. I just – uh – I have to go to the bathroom.”

Félix moved out of the way. “Okay, mija, and then I’ll tuck you in again.”

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“So, having trouble falling asleep tonight, mija?”

Dolores flopped down onto her bed, hiding her face behind her hands. “I think I might be a vampire!”

Félix choked on a laugh and quickly swallowed it, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside her. “What?”

“I’m just – so tired during the day and then I’m so awake at night!” She curled her hands to imitate claws and lifted her lip in a snarl and hissed, pretending to show off her fangs. She then gestured to the air around her, giggling. “I belong to the night!”

Félix shook his head and ruffled her hair affectionately. It was nice to see some of her former spirit returning. Her gift had taken away some of that cheerful silliness and made her so incredibly subdued for months. “You do not belong to the night, Dolores Madrigal. You belong here, in this family, in your bedroom, asleep at this hour. But – why are you having trouble sleeping, mija? You have been tired lately. Have you…have you been hearing something at night? Did something you hear bother you?”

Félix tensed slightly. They’d had a lot of trouble navigating Dolores’ gift this past year. She’d heard things no child should ever hear. But her room was her safe haven; it was completely quiet in here with the door closed. He’d spent many days and even nights in here with her, helping her to adjust.

Dolores hesitated. “No.”

“Because you can always tell me if you hear anything you - ”

“It’s not that, Papa,” Dolores said softly.

“Oh. Well – querida – what is it?”

“I just – I want to – hear you.”

Félix blinked. “You want me to spend the night in here with you tonight? Or sleep with Mamí and I? You can if - ”

Dolores shook her head. “Mamí snores now that she’s got a baby in her belly. And that’s too loud to be next to her.”

Félix snorted. “Ah – um – yes. So - ”

“Just – leave the door cracked? That way I can hear everybody. Just for tonight. I like hearing the baby’s heartbeats. I like hearing you and Mamí talking before you go to bed. I like hearing Tío Bruno’s sand. There’s – there’s enough quiet noise in Casita that I don’t have to listen to anything outside if I don’t want to. Sometimes – I like the quiet in here, but sometimes – it’s too quiet. And when it’s too quiet in the room, my brain thinks too loud.”

“Ahhh,” Félix nodded in understanding. “You like soft noises to help you sleep?”

Dolores nodded.

“Well, I think we can figure something out for you then, mija. Tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll leave the door cracked. Okay?”

“Okay, Papa. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, mi amorita.” Félix kissed her goodnight.

When he left, he left the door cracked open.

She was asleep within five minutes.

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AO3 here

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vintagedolls · 2 years

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A Breath of Fresh Air at Le Narcisse Blanc Hotel Paris Review

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#travel #hotel #hotels #europe #france #paris

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ira-hydrangea · 2 years

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OMG ABOUT YOUR ENCANTO YUU I WAS LITERALLY JUST THINKING ABOUT IT AAAA like idk if your encanto yuu has a gift or not- but like Encanto yuu having super hearing like dolores and having to close her ears everytime she talks to sebek since sebek is always shouting- (I might send in more asks about encanto!yuu AHSHHA)

SEND THAT ASK RIGHT AWAY! If I have time, I can make a short fic about them. About Encanto! Yuu, I always imagine them to have quite an amazing gift. (A little spoiler, I plan to make Encanto! Yuu as a child of Bruno.)

Did any of you have any idea for the official gift Encanto! Yuu going to have?

But let say, they have a gift like Dolores. I imagine them as a soft-spoken person and when they speak, it comes out like a whisper. And that super hearing come with quite disadvantage.

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Yuu: Ace... Can you tone down your sleep talking at night? It really bothers me.

Ace: Huh? I never sleep talking.

Yuu: Weird? I heard you say something about doing some prank to Riddle-senpai and how you can't wait to see his reaction toda-Hmph?!"

Ace: Shush!! Don't talk that loud! You will-!

Riddle: *pop out from behind* I see... So it was you, huh Ace?

Ace: *sweating* Ahaha... Good morning, Riddle-senpai. Such a lovely day today.

Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!!!

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Yuu: I heard something...

Deuce: Hm?

Yuu: Oh no! Deuce! Ace! Did you have some earphones or anything to block a sound?

Ace: Huh? What is that for?

Yuu: Hurry!

Deuce then gives them earplugs while looking at them weirdly. Soon Sebek emerged from the forest.

Sebek: HUMAN! DID ANY OF YOU SEE WAKA-SAMA WALKING HERE?

Ace: Uh... Nice to meet you again, Sebek?

Sebek: I DIDN'T HAVE TIME FOR CHAT. IF ANY OF YOU DIDN'T KNOW THEN I WILL LEAVE NOW.

Yuu: Have you tried the tower in the east?

Sebek: A GOOD IDEA! WAKA-SAMA!!!

Yuu: At least try to speak without shouting!

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Crowley: Little prefect! I have a very dire situation that I need to handle so can you please handle my paperworks?

Yuu: Dire situation? Oh! Do you mean that little meet and greet that happens in the city today? I heard that the idol you adore will perform there too.

Crowley: ...How did you know that?

Yuu: Hm? Didn't you talk about that non stop for this one full week? I can hear you talk about it in the office. Your voice is so loud that I can hear it from my bedroom.

Crowley:...

Safe to say, Crowley, become paranoid after that. Sometimes, he even talks in the whisper with other teachers.

Crewel: Mind telling me why we did our meeting while whispering?

Crowley: Shhh. Not so loud or else they can hear it.

Train: You even move our meeting spot to some basement. You not try to kill us, right?

Crowley: Gracious! No! These are just some precautions I prepared. No need to concern yourself with this too much. Now, shall we start?

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So many possibilities that can happen! Especially looking at so many twisted wonderland scenes that can match with Encanto. So send those ask! Don't be afraid. I'm not bite.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst yuu #encanto yuu #encanto yuu x twisted wonderland #encanto au

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imlonelyalt · 2 years

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Can you do yandere Bruno where his s/o tried to escape him? 👉👈

꒰ ➼ ❝ step away from the door. ❞ ꒱

bruno x reader

warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationship, kidnapping (implied)

a/n :: WHOOOO I WAS WAITING FOR THIS ASK!!! HEHEHEHE I LOVE THIS TROPE SO MUCH!

potential encanto spoilers !!

bruno madrigal always loved you since he first saw you, he just knew it was meant to be. though to some it seemed as though he loved you a little… too much. you thought nothing of it, too entranced with the idea of loving the man that you didn’t realize his real intentions until it was too late.

perhaps that was bad phrasing, his intentions were akin to angelic, always there for you, prepared with love and affection. but the way he acted upon this was frightening.

his lingering touches became tight, grips on you and for a man with such a slim build you doubted his strength, which you would never do again. his agility and piercing eyes made him seem almost a completely different man to the one you loved.

you had had enough after he locked you up in his tower, stairs so long that you doubted anyone would even be bothered to climb up to to find you; a drop so long that you thought was better than his treatment to you.

crawling out of his dusty room by pushing aside the heavy boulder, you brushed a head of sweat away. your heart pumped with anticipation, because you knew you didn’t have a lot of time left before he came to find you; he never left you to your own devices for long. bracing yourself, you jumped over the gap in the scrapers, a piece of the structure falling behind you. eyeing the long way down, you calmed your breathing before hurrying, grasping the side rope like a lifeline.

panting, you approached the bottom, letting your feet sink into the sand. hair tousled, you brushed it away before approaching the door. it’s glow taunting you, as you heard the sand sink behind you. hearing a squeak, you widened your eyes and saw a rat beside you, staring up at your face inquisitively. you had no time.

running to the door, you grasped the handle—

‘mi amor? are you alright?’ you heard him ask. you turned your head, your chest heaving and your hand twisting the knob. ‘i was just looking for you — you seem shaken up!’ he said nervously, scratching the back of his bushy head before following your body language to your hand.

‘hey… w-what are you doing, dove?’ he questioned, eyebrows raising — before he put together the pieces and furrowed his eyebrows. ‘you weren’t leaving me just now, were you?’ he laughed nervously.

hand halting, you started to shiver. ‘bruno, please—‘ you rasped, tears beginning to slip from your face. you shrunk under his gaze as you knew he was getting mad, an emotion you rarely saw. he clenched his fists, his eyes beginning to shine a bright emerald.

‘no.’ he curled his lips, starting to make his way towards you before he saw you starting to freeze. ‘dear, step away from the door.’

seeing as you didn’t move, he sent one of his rats slinking from his shoulder to approach you, sinking it’s teeth into your flesh.

‘ow!’ as you backed away from the rat that almost guarded the door, you heard bruno from behind you. ‘good, good.’

you didn’t have time to turn around fully before he embraced you in a tight hug, too tight, almost restricting as he stopped you from wriggling out of his grasp. ‘do you want to leave me, y/n?’ he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in. he paused, thinking.

‘do you still love me.. y/n?’

not hearing a sure response, his grasp tightened, squeezing out the air from your lungs.

‘of course i do, bruno. id never think of leaving you. not again.’ you swallowed, your voice shaking.

he sighed, content, releasing his grip just a little. moving his head, he kissed you ever so sweetly and held you there, before you slumped in his grip and succumb to his antics. he was quick to make sure you’d never leave.

he just can’t stand to see you go. so of course, after this he’d carry you right back up those stairs, no matter how heavy, and he’d make sure you’d never leave that room again.

#bruno madrigal x reader #encanto x reader #yandere bruno #yandere encanto #encanto hcs #encanto headcanons #yandere

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alice-angel12x · 2 years

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Twisted wonderland Encanto

Story ideas inspired from @ira-hydrangea ‘s Twisted Wonderland Encanto!Yuu. Go check out their stuff! It’s great.

Bruno Madrigal the black sheep of the amazing Madrigal family, bad fortune is always just around the corner with him. Yet, even if he was a kind person, most fear and distrusted him. All but one, a woman who he would take as his wife, who later gives him a child who they named Y/n.

But sadly misfortune struck once again when only a year later his wife died suddenly in her sleep. The family was devastated, but Bruno continued to care for and love his child. From Playing in the garden with them to tucking them in at night.

Yet as time passed, Bruno began to worry about Y/n’s future. Would they too be suddenly ripped away from him too? So he went into his tower to look into the future, he had to know, he had to keep them safe.

But what he saw horrified him, a strange black carriage with a coffin whisking his child away, to a place filled with horrible monsters of ink. And a horrible fire-breathing lion, with a main of blue flames, a snake for a tail, tentacles coming from out of its neck, and Large dragon-like wings on its back.

As his vision became a physical glass portrait, and he could only sit and stare in sorrow. The portrait displayed Y/n falling back in fear as the monsters towered them, as the strange carriage seemed to block their path behind them.

The family grew fearful of his prophecy, Abuela, not wanting to lose another family member, set strict rules to keep them inside the safety of the Casita. For a time Y/n didn’t mind, but as they grew older it began to weigh down on them.

To the point that they reject accepting a gift from the Casita, stating. “What’s the point of having a gift to aid the community when I can’t even step a foot outside,” Y/n snapped. So Bruno told them why they are to stay inside the Casita. They immediately ran to the nursery and locked the door behind them.

Yet even in those times, Papa Burno would stay by their side and try to comfort their child. Trying to lighten their mood, and Y/n could never ask for a more caring father. When one day after Mirabel’s failed gift celebration, Y/n’s father disappeared.

Even with the family around, they couldn’t help but feel alone. They, over time, accepted the fact that their father was gone. Yet still couldn’t shake the feeling of captivity over the year and as the family grew. Y/n took on the role of caretaker to her young cousins until they left the nursery, got their own door, and leave to help the community. They and Mirabel grew close, bonding on the no-gift situation.

One day, on their 17 birthday a mysterious present appeared at the foot of their bed. Inside was a beautiful mirror, small and light enough to be held that was beautifully decorated with butterflies. The lift was not signed, but Y/n just knew that it was her father’s gift.

As Mirabel and Y/n hung out in the nursery, Camilo decided it would be fun to spook his two cousins. The two shrieked in fright, causing Y/n to lose their grip on the mirror. It went flying out the window and onto the soft grass below.

“Camilo!” Mirabel scolded.

As they two argued Y/n quickly slide out the window and got to the ground to retrieve their mirror. When suddenly…

As Y/n stared in awe and confusion when suddenly their attention was pulled away by the sound of galloping hooves. Thinking it was just a bunch of startled donkeys, they slowly started to move towards the house.

“Y/N! What Are You Doing Out There! Come Back!” Abuela screamed in fear.

“Y/n Behind You!” Mirabel gasped.

Just as Y/n turned as a black ebony carriage with two black horses came charging at them with great speed. Soon they were on top of them, Y/n ducked and shut their eyes tight.

“Y/N!!” The family screamed when suddenly it went silent.

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Part 2?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst yuu #encanto yuu #encanto yuu x twisted wonderland #Encanto Twisted Wonderland

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ziee · 2 years

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Visions (Bruno x Reader 18+)

This took so long bc I literally suck at writing people talking.

Anyways enjoy

You march up to the glowing door, anger bubbling in your core. You pound on the wood door until it opens. "You liar! You take back that vision you gave to my father now!" You scream, pointing a finger at the tall man. He towers over you as he looks down, unimpressed.

"The old man wanted a vision, so I gave him one." He shrugged and walked back into his room, leaving the door open. You step inside as hot sand hits your skin through your sandals.

"It was fake then, a mistake on your part!" You continue to cry out, cheeks hot with frustration as it makes you shake. Bruno, the mysterious bringer of bad fortune looks at you in annoyance.

"Mi querida, I have no control over what I see, or what happens. If I did, you wouldn't be here yelling at me as if this was somehow my fault!" He shouts at you, his curly hair bouncing as he talks. Tears well up in your eyes as you think, if mi papa dies so soon..

"But- Please he can't. Not yet." You start to sob, bringing your hand up to your mouth as you try and muffle your cries. You hear a shift as you stare at the ground, tears falling as they seep into the sand. A chuckle came from the fortune teller.

"You look pathetic." You freeze. Looking up slowly, your brows furrow ferociously, enraged by the man's comment.

"Callate! You're as horrible as they tell everyone." You hiccup as you remove your hand from your face, turning around to leave. Before your foot could even exit the room, a hand grabs your arm roughly, pulling you around to the face of a very, pissed-off Bruno.

"Horrible? Horrible for telling people the truth?" He clenches his teeth as he spits at you, his large eyes wavering in anger. His arm tightens around you and you cry out in pain. "The worst I've done is actually try and help you wretched people! And what do I get? My name spoken in slander! Hurtful rumors that have yet to tell the truth!" He releases you in a rage, throwing you away from him.

You stand there in shock, still processing his words. Now you felt a little bad for blaming the premonition for your father on him.

"Get out." You don't know what to do, you don't want to leave. Something's telling you to stay, and forever what reason, you do. You don't move, but you do lift your arm towards him, your hand hovering over his torn ruana.

"Are you- alright?" You pause, yelping as he hits away your hand.

"Must I say everything twice? Get out!" He yells, making you flinch.

You hold your hand as a sting commences. "I-I'm sorry for saying it was your fault, I wasn't thinking." He chuckles at your words, in an amusing way. He looks down at you, and for a second you see a flash of green as he speaks.

"Apologizing won't change the future." You huff.

"I know, I just wanted to say sorry for blaming it on you but now you're making me re-think it!" Your eyebrows furrow, turning around to make your leave. Your halfway out the door when he speaks again.

"Wait." You wait a moment before turning. He looked a bit remorseful as he fiddled with his fingers. You tapped your foot as you waited.

"I didn't mean it." You cocked your head in confusion. "The pathetic thing." You rolled your eyes, turned away, and left. You couldn't believe that guy, but something in you twisted as you began to feel bad for ignoring him.

You packed up the leftover empanadas in a tiny box. It had been a few days since you saw the town's mystery man, and you silently cursed yourself as you started along the path uphill. You didn't know if this was the best option, try to win over your act with food but with how skinny he looked..

Your feelings were mixed with the man, but you trudged on. Eventually, you got to the oak door, knocking lightly instead of trying to break it, this time.

The door opened revealing a tired-looking man. You held the food up silently, giving him a tiny smile. You needed to be let in. He stepped aside and let you in, bringing a hand up to his face as he wiped his eyes.

"Are those for me?" He asked, trying to snatch the box. You lifted it away from him, scoffing.

"For a price." You held the box close to you as he stared in anticipation. He was waiting for you to continue. You coughed, thinking he would have said something snarky. "I want a vision."

"Why?" He looked down at you in confusion, eyes large.

"I need to know if I'm going to be ok, when- he's gone.." You trailed off, looking down. He sighed, turning around. You eyed him curiously as he pulled leaves out of a pocket, setting them up in 4 sections. He sat down, motioning you to come as well.

"Don't blame me if anything goes wrong." He lit a candle and started burning the leaves. You huffed and nodded, setting the box of food beside before sitting down in front of him. Would it take an arm and a leg for him to show one ounce of sympathy?

He cracks his knuckles, blowing out a breath before offering his hands. You stared at them. "You have to hold them." He mentions, and you squint. Placing your palms into his, you notice how larger they are compared to yours. He takes a breath, closing his eyes before opening them.

A bright green fills the room as the sand starts to move. Floating, the sand surrounds the 2 of you in a circle as he performs. You see yourself start to unfold in the wisps of sand, weeping by the bed of your father before it suddenly shifts. You see yourself next to a taller figure, and you lean in intrigued.

Watching as you and the figure dance and laugh, your sand-self is then pulled into a kiss. Your cheeks are red as you realize that there's another person watching the same spectacle as you, but you shrugged it off. He's probably seen way more than a kiss in his visions. Your hands leave his as you turn.

"Who is.." You've leaned closer to the sand, and just before it ends, the figure finalizes. "Dios mios." You whisper as the sand falls, turning around to see Bruno holding a jade square. "Well, would you look at this, mi querida." You can hear the grin in his voice as he turns the vision from side to side before flipping it around, "Looks like we're meant to be." You stare at the picture in front of you, an image of yourself and the man in front of you kissing in passion.

"No!" Your sudden cry seemed to startle him as he dropped the vision onto the sand. It didn't break but lay there still. "It can't be, you have to do it again!" You grab his hands, pulling them into yours as your eyes plead. He looks down at his arms before pulling his hands out of your grasp.

"I can't take back a vision." He exhales hard and gets up. You stare shocked at the ground before standing up yourself. Bruno turns to you as he holds up the box of food, taking hold of one of the empanadas. He takes a bite and gives you a grin. "Wonderful bribe. You'll make a great wife, mi amor." You know he's doing this to patronize you, a part of yourself wants to hit him, but another part also wants to wipe a crumb that dusts his cheek.

You scoff and watch as he eats another. You don't know why you haven't just walked out yet. Your feelings are so messed up right now. Just a couple of days ago you were torn in fear to even speak his name, now you're going to end up with him? All you wanted was to know if you were going to be alright, not this! You think about your father, how he always wanted you to marry someone that would treat you right.

Bruno Madrigal definitely was not on the 'perfect suitors' list. He was arrogant, crude, and a lot of intimidating. There was a voice in the back of your mind though, from the moment you pounded on his door to where you stand right now, telling you just how attractive he is. You looked towards his curly hair, how it bounced every time he moved his head. To his thick stubble, lowering down to a sharp chin. The large doe eyes he had that seemed anything but innocent, to the large green ruana he wore that seemed to sway to his command. How his naturally faded green eyes glowed during the ritual, and just how pretty they looked.

"Look at you, standing there all pretty. Are you waiting for me to finish all these?" That snapped you out of your mind, and you looked down to the box filled with food he gestured to. Even if he said it so sarcastically, the compliment made your cheeks hot.

"As a matter of fact, I am. I wouldn't want to leave such a precious possession in here." You gestured to the sand arena and grimaced at the set of stairs that could lead to heaven. He eyed the box and chuckled.

"Such a precious item that would have a broken handle and torn wood?" Dammit, you didn't think he would notice. It was a pretty old box.

"Fine, do you want me to leave?" You turned towards the door, feeling his green eyes bore into you. You don't want to leave. Something has changed, and now you're slightly curious to learn more about the man. Especially what he keeps upstairs. "Do what you want." He pulls a piece of the pastry from the box and throws it at you. You yelp and catch it, almost tumbling down. You eye him as you press it into your mouth, glaring at him as he laughs.

"Then I can go upstairs?" His eyes go wide, but only for a second. His expression is replaced by one of amusement, saying, 'go ahead, try.'

"What's mine is yours." He chuckles at his own joke and your brows furrow, before shaking it off and starting to climb the stairs. You feel like you're being stared at as you climb, and sure enough, when you look down he's looking up at you. You stick your tongue out and continue on.

A LOT of while later, you're almost to the top. You can see it, and just as you reach the rock, a swarm of sand startles you. Appearing in front of you is Bruno himself. Your mouth drops open in shock. How? What? When?

"How did you get up here?" You question, feeling like you're going insane.

"This is my room." He says in a matter of fact, turning around as you let out a groan. Your feet are tired, but you follow behind him. Into a large cave, you step into even more sand, it's as if there's a pool from the amount. He walks over and into a door, coming inside a small bedroom. A large bed with green covers lay in the corner, with a few bookshelves occupying the little space.

"Is this where you sleep?" That sounded stupid. Of course, he slept here. He nodded to your question, standing in the middle of the room beside you. You looked over at him, he looked down at you, you quickly looked away. You could feel your cheeks growing hotter, bringing a hand up to feel it.

A few rats made their way into the room, climbing up on anything they could get onto. A few of them climbed onto a table housing a small record player. Running along with the disc set in place, soft music began to fill the room. You looked towards the rats, trying not to notice the green eyes focused on your cheek.

As you listen, a few of the animals run across the floor. Unfortunately, scurrying over and under you make you freak out, letting out a yelp as you stumble backward. You thought you were about to fall, but just before you completely lost your footing, a hand grabbed your waist quickly. Spinning you around, you come chest to chest against the surprisingly warm man.

His hold loosens, seeing you safe, but he doesn't remove his hand from your lower back. You look up at him, your eyes wide in shock. "Um, thank you." He gives you a small grin, seeing your cheeks heat up.

"Wouldn't want you to break your neck, would we?" You roll your eyes at the dry humor, before realizing the position you're in right now.

"You can let go now." You murmur, looking at his chest. He stays silent for a while, and as you go to look up and question him, he clicks his tongue and turns you around. Your back is now pressed against him, secured in his arms, wrapped around your stomach.

"Don't want to." You sighed and wiggled around, trying to get him to release you. You couldn't lie though, feeling his hands around you felt.. Nice? Several minutes of struggling before you decide to let it rest, leaning back into his chest as he chuckles. You shake as you feel every vibration come from him.

"Giving up so soon?" He had leaned down and whispered in your ear, making you shiver. Oh, he definitely felt that.

"Ay! Don't do that!" You snap at him, glaring as you turn your head.

"Why not?" Your eyes meet his, glowing green. You felt a heat pool inside your stomach, but you shook it away.

"Because.." You look away.

"Because?.. Because is a good answer." He nodded before spinning you around. It was then you noticed the music change, from quiet and soft to a loud, shoulder-shaking tone. His hands took hold of yours, softly swaying his hips to the beat.

"What are you doing?" You shout as he steps backward, before shimmying forwards. Is this his attempt at dancing?

"What does it look like?" He let's go of you, spinning in his own way before stopping a few feet away from you, holding out his head. He motions for you to take it, sending a quick wink as his eyelids lower. He looked very attractive, you thought. And before you know it, you're being glided over, or well, pushed towards him by the rats around your feet.

You let it happen, wanting it to. A small smile graces your lips as you take his hand, receiving one back as he twirls you. You giggle, your feet stepping carefully around each other before stopping in front of his. He takes hold of your hand, bringing your arm up in front of his face before planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

Your mouth opens slightly as you blush. You don't have time to process any of it though, because he pushes you outwards in a spin, grasping the fingers on your hand tightly before reeling you back in. You continue dancing alongside the music, the rats squeaking in the background.

All you feel is the sand between your feet and his warm hands over yours. You're spun, twirled, even dipped. As he does, you clutch onto his hanging ruana. His gaze is intent, eyes wandering from your face to your hands on him. You watch as he licks his lips before bringing you back up. You're thrust inwards, to his chest before looking up.

Your eyes meet, and you lean in closer. Closing your eyes, you feel your lips meet his an instance after. It didn't last long, the kiss, it was a quick soft one before it was over. Before he pulls away. You open your eyes, staring, pleading at him to come back. You want more and watch as his adam's apple bobs while swallowing thick saliva. He's on you in seconds, pushing his lips against yours harder this time, wrapping his hands around your waist tighter, as if you'd push him away.

Not when it feels this good you won't. You think.. You've fallen for the man. You don't know how, just a couple of days ago you wanted to tear his head off after a prophecy with your father. Now you're in his bedroom, a place in which no one but him has ever been. Sharing a space with the town's most hated and hate-filled being, you were frightened but intrigued.

You break away for air, trying to at least, but he has other plans. He's taken you back in, a hungry kiss that seems with no end. His legs start to move, and you're being pushed towards and onto the bed in seconds. He leaves your lips, instead running his own along your neck. You shiver and clutch onto his back as he plants soft, wet kisses onto your skin.

You can't help but let out a soft moan as he does this, the heat inside of you building further. You're lost in pleasure, tilting your head up so he has more area to abuse. "Mine.." He whispers, grumbly and low. You feel his stubble gently scratch you, making you cling to him more.

You lift your legs up, wrapping them around his lower back in an effort to be closer to him. You pull him in, purring at the feeling of his groin against yours. You feel him smile into your neck, beginning to rub into you, making you gasp.

"Oh, Bruno.." You pant out, moving your body alongside his, grinding in rhyme. You feel your underwear getting damp, a hard bulge protrudes from his groin, pressing into your own. You want him so bad, you need to feel him. Feel him, touch him, let him touch you. You're so lost in lust, you don't realize how hard you've clutched him until he lets out a long groan.

You blink and unclench your hold when a hand clutches your waist. "Don't stop." He pleads, a small whine in his voice. Eyes widening, but you resume your hold. Digging your nails into his arms, he groans in between kisses to your neck. You scratch into his skin, feeling the hairs on his skin stand up. Opening his mouth, he bites down into your neck, making you cry out.

His teeth dig into your skin before releasing. You exhale a long breath as he licks the bite, before placing a quick peck onto it as you shiver. Leaning up, he captures your mouth within his as he brings one hand down towards his legs. Kissing you, he quickly shuffles his pants down, releasing his erected length.

You take your legs off of him and do the same, bringing down your garments from underneath your skirt. You felt wetness upon the damp fabric, sticking to your fingers as you remove them. He breaks away, looking down before lifting your skirt up to your belly, figuring out where to place himself.

He moves closer towards you, bumping his knees against your exposed butt as you lift your legs. "Mi querida, are you ready?" One hand positions himself at your dripping entrance, while the other plants firmly into your waist. You nod, desperately wanting him, now.

"Si!" He begins pushing himself inside you. Gasping, you moan in pain as he stretches within your walls. You watch as he bites his lip, closing his eyes shut before a vibrant light of green surrounds the tiny room. His eyes glow as he settles inside you, the large hand implanting into your waist grips you even more tightly as you close around him.

You feel every inch of him, and he's having a wonderful time feeling inside you. You rock your hips experimentally and watch as drops his head low in pleasure. "Ah, don't tease me, y/n." It's the first time he's ever said your name, and you don't remember mentioning it to him, but who's recalling?

"You'll regret it." He muttered, low and gravely as he pulled from you. Quickly, he thrusted into you, making you clutch him even harder. You didn't release him even when you felt a warm pool of liquid drip onto your skin, seeing him roll his eyes back in pleasure. You did the same as he pulled his hips back, pounding hard into you.

He stretched you so well. You could hear the wet sounds, slapping from skin to skin, echo from the 4 walls. You shivered in delight as he thrusted quickly into you, watching with widened eyes his reactions, his breath, and feeling how closely he held onto you.

You felt a building pressure inside you, almost too soon. You were feeling so good, and you knew this was going to end far too soon. Lifting your arms, you pull them above your head, grasping around the headboards. He took notice of your movements and gave you a large grin, speeding up as you choked on air.

"Look at you, so beautifully wrecked over my cock." His voice was a little raspy, which made you buck your hips around him.

"Please, I can take more." You wanted him, all of him so much right now.

"More?" His free hand holding up your skirt removed itself, trailing upwards to your chest. "You want more?" Leaning his head in, he stilled before your lips, his thrusting slowed down to a start.

"Yes! Please, I want more!" He caught your lips in between yours, shutting up your pleas'. You moaned into the kiss, a strangled moan but it made the corners of his mouth lip upwards.

"Alright." Smiling madly, he commenced an erratic thrusting set of motions. Fast, pounding, the skin from your ass was being slapped secondly. Your throat couldn't keep up with the air coming out of you, moaning loudly as you felt anything but pleasure given to you.

His hands slid under your shirt, cupping your bare breasts. You shivered at the feeling, his fingers pulled, prodded, and twisted your nipples. He threw his head back as he forced himself further inside you, reaching a spot within your hole that made you clench around him.

"Ah.." He muttered as dark curls fell around his face. The green light illuminated brighter, his large hands cupped and groped at your breasts as he sped up. You felt the knot inside your stomach unbinding, at any second, any moment, you could feel it..!

You cried out as you tightened your legs around him, pulling him closer as his seed spilled inside you. He released a whiney groan as he came, bucking hard into your hole until he emptied. You both stilled as you finished, panting hard into each other's neck as he leaned down. Eventually removing his hands from your shirt, he backed away from you, hearing a slick pop from your entrance.

You relaxed into the mattress, feeling his and your liquids mixed together drip out from you. Shoving himself into his pants, you now noticed how his eyes were back to normal. You sighed, turning around on your side as you watch the man walk towards the table and stop the music which you had forgotten was still playing, guessing you tuned it out.

You decide to stand up, not sure if you could just sleep in the bed you dirtied. Standing by him, you awkwardly shifted your weight on both feet. You didn't know what to say. "Uh- Bruno, that was.."

"It was nice." He turned and gave you a smile. For once, it didn't look so threatening. You smiled back, coming closer to stand on your tippy-toes. He leaned down as you pecked his cheek, promising you'll be back soon. You said your goodbyes, and how you'd be back soon. As you walked down the long steps, you couldn't help but think about your future with him. Maybe you'll ask him for another vision.

#encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader

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pizza-tower-jekyll-and-hyde-au · 4 months

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Bruno design change real?????

(Reblogs are appreciated!)

#pizza tower #pizza tower au #jekyll and hyde #pizza tower monster au #my silly thoughts #peppino #fanart #pizza tower art #bruno pizza tower #twisted tower #twisted tower art #bruno twisted tower #twisted tower bruno #twisted tower peppino #twisted tower au #twisted tower comic

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starsfic · 2 years

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I have a HC that little Mirabel and Camilo liked to hang out together and one of their favorite places was Bruno's tower when he was doing oracle stuff.

So Camilo's bit in We Don't Talk About Bruno might be what he remembered, twisted by time and age and general secrecy around Bruno.

#Encanto #Camilo Madrigal #Bruno Madrigal #Mirabel Madrigal #Disney

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lord-rosenth0rne · 2 years

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Watched Encanto with @siro-cyll and they had an idea for Camilo's interpretation of Bruno in the song "We Don't Talk About Bruno".

Bruno was technically around when Mirabel and Camilo were young, especially since Bruno was asked to have a vision about why Mirabel wasn't given a gift.

Okay, so.

A seven-foot frame, rats along his back.

Little Camilo found Bruno's figure in the kitchen in the middle of the night one night and it scared him. He may not have realized it was Bruno at first. Of course, Bruno would have been towering over him and his rats could have been sitting along his shoulders, cutting an intimidating figure.

When he calls your name, it all fades to black.

The encounter scared Camilo so badly that he passed out when Bruno called out to him. The scene where Camilo catches Mirabel and rocks her is probably how he woke up in Bruno's arms. At the time, Camilo was most likely relieved to see that it was his caring uncle and not some monster but...

Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams.

With the adults treating Bruno as a pseudo-boogie man after he disappears/gives ill-received "prophecies", it twisted the memory into something more sinister than Bruno just getting a midnight snack. Camilo would have been impressionable at the time and Bruno's form morphed into something it wasn't in his eyes.

#Encanto #Bruno Madrigal #Camilo Madrigal #Roomie's interpretation #This movie is a mood #I fucking love it

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alittleoptimistic · 2 years

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Second Chances, an Encanto fan fic

Summary:

Bruno’s abilities encompass more about time than seeing into the future- not that anyone bothered to let him know. He doesn't exactly have a seer manual on what to do after you drag your dead father 50 years into the future.

If it wasn't bad enough that Bruno's gift was going haywire, his niece had discovered him, and the casita was cracking, a strangely familiar man appears in Bruno's hideaway, begging for help and bleeding to death. He says his name is Pedro. What a strange coincidence.

Previously

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Chapter Two

His face was naggingly familiar, but most everything felt a little déjá vu to Bruno, so maybe he was overreacting. He told himself this even as he felt his eyes flicker green for a moment, revealing in the back of his mind a snapshot of the picture in the hallway that had been hanging there since he was a child, someone standing in front of it. It happened in the space of a single blink, and no one seemed to have noticed. Which was a good thing because the conclusion he was drawing was a bit… too much. Now that the thought had been planted, he compared his memory of the picture in the hallway to the man in front of him and his stomach dropped. Ridiculous. That was crazy.

The two of them were cross-legged on the ground in front of Pedro, who slumped to the side, breathing evenly. Bruno stared, eyes wide. He shook his head. “No, he’s just exhausted.” Pedro had lost consciousness before either of them could begin to explain what was going on. His brow creased in worry even in sleep. In the distance, people were calling Mirabel’s name.

As she ate, she exhaled and twisted her ankle around. She saw him looking at it and shrugged.

“I fell in a hole. You really should put, like, a board across that.” This solution had never occurred to Bruno.

Mirabel wrapped her knees to her chest and looked at Bruno. It was the first time she’d been able to really do so. It made Bruno want to crawl out of his skin. He shifted uneasily, and suddenly remembered the glass in his pocket. Maybe she forgot about it?? There was way too much going on at once. He should have thrown the glass in the river, or at the very least he could have separated the pieces. If he hadn’t been so panicked back then, maybe he would have thought this through.

“Why did you take the vision?”

She really wasn’t ever supposed to see that. Mirabel wouldn’t stop staring at him. He drummed on the wood floor reflexively. “Knock, knock, knock, knock on wood,” he said, still too stunned to really do anything but continue to look at Pedro. His armchair was going to be even more stained. Bruno wasn’t sure he could bring himself to lounge in bloodstains. Reluctantly, Bruno took the glass out of his pocket piece by piece and laid it on the floor in front of him. Together, they stared at Mirabel’s image and the cracking house behind her. When he cocked his head, the image shifted, and the house remained whole. The image made him feel awful, honestly, and after a few seconds, he pushed the pieces apart.

“What does it mean?” Mirabel put a hand on his arm, shocking him out of his stillness, and he jumped. He shifted over a few inches and clenched his hands together. Mirabel just kept going, putting everything right out in the air. “Is that why you came back or…” She looked around the little room and understanding washed across her face. She frowned. “You never left, did you?”

He said nothing. He still felt like throwing up. Or letting the floor swallow him.

“Tío Bruno?” she said low.

“Hm?” he started careful. “Well, had to leave my tower, which was, you know, a lot of stairs and here, eh, kitchen adjacent!” He shook his head at the broken disaster around him. He hadn’t had a chance to pick anything up. “It’s usually nicer than this.” He chuckled, and it sounded deranged even to him. “The room, I mean. Had a windstorm!”

“A windstorm? In the walls?” Mirabel said.

Bruno pressed his fingers into his knees while Mirabel waited for a reply. His teeth snapped together.

“I don’t understand,” she went on. “I saw the spackle outside. Have you been patching the cracks?”

“No. That’s Hernando.”

Mirabel blinked. “How- How many people live back here?”

But then Pedro shifted, bringing both of his observers to a halt. Bruno held his breath, fingers crossed. Pedro settled again.

Mirabel lowered her voice. “Who is he?”

“I told you. I have no idea!” Another hiccupping laugh escaped him.

When he broke off, the quiet echoed in their ears. He wasn’t exactly lying. He did have an idea, but it was so preposterous it hardly counted. He didn’t dare voice it.

Mirabel didn’t seem like she believed him, but she stayed quiet, chewing on the tortilla. After a second, she offered him a piece, and he took it. She looked like her mother when she frowned like that, deep in thought. “I don’t understand why you left but didn’t leave.”

Bruno didn’t know how to explain. It was easy by himself. He just didn’t think through it, and everything was fine. He shrugged. “Oh, well, because the mountains around the Encanto are pretty tall.” He scratched the back of his neck. “And like I said, free food and everything.” His rats had been hiding around the room, but as the commotion stilled, a little one hopped into his hands. He petted her and didn’t look at Mirabel. He could feel her eyes heavy on him, but Bruno felt like there was sand in this throat. He cleared it.

“You should go. I’ve got to figure out what to do with. Uh, Pedro, here.”

Mirabel didn’t move. She cocked her head. “He has to have something to do with the dying miracle… It’s too coincidental. he has to be important. You just found him in the walls? Who shot him? No one even has guns in town.”

Oh dear, that was a dangerous set of questions. “Look, you focus on saving the miracle, okay?”

“Maybe I should tell Abuela…”

“No!” He said it too forceful and wished he could take it back.

“Someone is going around with a gun!”

“A-and tell her what, Mirabel? That you’ve been disobeying her and going in my room, and that you found your missing uncle in the walls? Oh, and there’s this man who was shot, but he’s fine now.”

Mirabel scowled. “You just don’t want Abuela to know you’re here.”

He pursed his lips and kept petting his rat. “Hungry, are you?” he whispered to it. “always hungry little things…”

Her eyes roamed his face for a moment, hesitant. Then, gently, like one might speak to an upset child: “Tío Bruno… did you shoot him?”

With a start, Bruno accidentally squeezed the rat too tight, and it squeaked in protest. “Mierda, Mirabel! No! Of course, I didn’t- you thought I shot him?!” He sat back, affronted.

“He’s in your room!”

“Por Dios- No! I didn’t shoot him. Why would I have you get the tortilla? Shoot him and heal him, it doesn’t make sense!”

“I don’t know! Maybe, maybe,” Mirabel clenched her fists and opened her mouth to continue, but Pedro groaned and swiped a hand across his face. They must have been getting too loud. He muttered curses of his own and opened bleary eyes. There was a bone-deep weariness to him, nestled deep in his eyes.

“Did I fall asleep?”

“Sì,” said Bruno. “Did I shoot you?”

“No?”

“See? My own niece, juro por Dios…”

Her cheeks reddened. “Fine! Okay.”

Bruno scowled, but he didn’t fault her. He got to his feet and extended a hand to Mirabel, who stared at it for a moment. Belatedly, Bruno realized his hand was still covered in drying blood. But then Mirabel took it, and he pulled her up. Dusting herself off, she addressed Pedro. “How do you feel?”

“Fine. Tired. We’ve been running for days. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep.” Pedro scrubbed his face, suddenly panicked, and tried to stand. Mirabel gently stopped him.

“Don’t worry, Señor. We’re going to find out who did this to you.”

Pedro frowned. “No, that’s not important. I already-”

“Someone must have heard a gunshot,” Bruno interjected. Each word out of the man’s mouth was confirming what Bruno already knew. He pled Pedro with his eyes. Quiet. Please stay quiet.

Pedro met his eyes, hesitated, and then nodded, slowly. “I… suppose that’s true.”

Mirabel hummed, then she gasped. “Dolores! She’ll know. There’s no way she wouldn’t have heard a gunshot.”

He started pushing her toward the door. Dolores certainly heard this whole disaster behind the walls. “Of course! Great idea! You go investigate Dolores and keep saving the miracle! Very busy back here- good luck!”

“Wait- Tío Bruno! I need to know about the vision! The dying miracle!” Bruno glanced nervously at Pedro. Pedro’s face was cautiously blank.

Bruno wavered. He could give her nothing, but then she’d just come back. Who was he kidding? She would be back anyway. This really was such a mess...

“Tío Bruno? Please.” She took his hand and held it tightly between her own. “I just wanted to make the family proud of me. But if I should stop, if I’m hurting my family, tell me.”

Bruno swallowed thickly. He squeezed her hand and then pulled away. “I can’t tell you because I don’t know.” Pedro just over his shoulder was making him nervous. “I… had the vision the night that you didn’t get your gift. Abuela worried about the magic. So, she begged me to look into the future. See what it meant. And I saw the magic in danger. Our house breaking. And then, and then, and then, I saw you. But the vision was different. It… it would change. And there was no one answer. No clear fate. It was fractured. Time is damaged here, somehow. I think. So, your future was undecided. But I knew how it was gonna look. I knew what everyone would think I wanted it to happen. Or, even if they didn’t believe we wanted to hurt the magic, Abuela would think I made it happen anyway and I… I just couldn’t… I don’t know how to…” His throat closed, so he let the sentence trail away.

Her eyes were wide. “You left to protect me?”

She was right, but only partially. He left for a lot of reasons, and maybe protecting her was one of them. Mostly, Bruno remembered being angry and tired and afraid. Kind of like right now.

“I don’t know which way it’ll go, but my guess… the family, the Encanto, and the fate of the miracle itself… Well, it’s all gonna come down to you.” He gave her a tight smile, and pushed her, the last bit, out of the door. “Or maybe I’m wrong! You know, it’s a mystery. That’s why this vision is all… eh.” He made a face. “Look, if I could help any more, I would, but that’s all I know. So, go talk to Dolores!”

He shut the door.

No sound but the squeak of a rat. He waited, breath held, until he heard her steps, slow at first, and then fast, as she ran down the corridor. Hey, maybe she would find out something useful. Dolores would be here eventually anyway.

The important part was she was gone, and Bruno could deal with this other monumental problem. Sighing, Bruno dropped his head against the door and rubbed at the headache forming between his eyes. He needed to get out of this room before everyone found him.

“… I don’t think your family knows what ‘prophecy’ means…”

Bruno snorted. “Tell me about it.” He swiveled around, arms crossed, and considered Pedro.

Pedro stared him back. Then, he carefully stood. His hand flitted around his stomach, and he shook his head in wonder. “Is this the part where you explain how I’m not dead?” He put on a brave face, a sort of smile, but his eyes flicked around the room, taking it in.

“Uh-” Pedro picked up one of his telenovela sets, twisted his hands, and set it down again. Bruno fumbled after him. Suddenly, everything looked incriminating, possibly secret revealing. Bruno slapped a hand over a photo of his family, crushing it in his palm. Pedro didn’t notice his panic, picking through the mess with idle curiosity. “You keep rats?” He bent and looked through the wooden box he constructed to house them. He hummed, set it down. He opened the hammock and took out a book Bruno was reading. “Oh, this one is wonderful…” he murmured, flicking through the pages.

Bruno made a little choking noise. “Please stop touching things.”

Pedro paused. Then, he set the book down. “I apologize. Bruno, was it?”

“Sì.”

Pedro pursed his lips. “Am I… dead?”

Bruno’s mouth dropped open. Did he figure it out? Just like that? How?

“Is this heaven?”

Oh. Okay, never mind. Bruno recovered. He had half a dozen of his belongings in his arms. “Does this look like heaven to you?”

“I mean, no, not really. I’m just- sorry- I’m so confused right now. I was- there was magic, and you’re talking about visions- Where am I?”

“The Encanto.” Bruno picked up a rat, and then another, and another. The rest would have to find their way. He pocketed his favorite spoon and picked up the book from the hammock. With that, he kicked open the door. “Vámonos.”

Pedro stumbled after him. He didn’t have much of a choice. Bruno kept a brisk pace. His heart was beating hard in his chest. At any second, they were going to knock down the walls and kick him out for good, and even worse Pedro was here. That was, that was another thing.

“And-”

Bruno considered the large hole in the floor of the crawlspace. Then, he kicked down a board nearby, for Pedro’s sake. It thumped across the expanse, and Bruno scampered across. Pedro followed, horribly slow. “And what is ‘the Encanto’?”

“It’s a little village inside a valley. The mountains are so high it takes ages to get in or out, so we are very hidden from the rest of, well, everyone.”

“Uh-huh. And the food is magic?”

“Only my sister’s.”

“Your sister’s? Why?” Bruno picked up his pace. This did not make Pedro stop asking questions. He jogged just behind him. “Bruno, wait- I’m not as familiar with this place as you are.”

Bruno paused, allowing Pedro to duck under some boards, jump across a small hole, and land next to him. He smiled brightly. “Gracias. You know, I have a son named Bruno.”

Bruno stared at him, eyes as wide as dinner plates until Pedro started to seem uncomfortable. “Okay,” Bruno managed.

He swiveled and kept walking, a little slower though.

Pedro kept pace. “Are we in the walls?”

“Yes.”

“You live in the walls? Why?”

“It’s a long story.”

Pedro hummed. “But it has to do with the vision you talked about to the girl. The one you left for.”

Why on earth was this happening? Did the candle just want to torture him? It had to be the candle, right?

“Look, you’re kind of dropping in on the second act,” Bruno said. Only a bit further to go…

“I understand.” Pedro hesitated, seeming to debate in his head. He sized Bruno up and down and apparently decided something about him. “Is there a chance you’ve seen a woman with three infants? My wife was with a group of us. Our town was attacked, and we’ve been running for a week now. I must have fallen behind, or… something.”

Bruno took a staircase two at a time down to the ground floor, hurrying so he could get a second to summon a normal-sounding response. To Bruno’s surprise, a wave of sadness welled up in him. He wanted to cry, which was embarrassing. He swallowed it down the best he could. “Don’t know! I live in the walls. Don’t get, eh, out much.”

“… he lives in the walls,” Pedro whispered to himself. “Maybe I was delirious. Walked into this house somehow. It is so strange. I remember I was walking toward… well, it doesn’t matter. Suppose I was lucky… But how did I get over the mountains?” He wasn’t really asking Bruno, more musing to himself and looking unconvinced.

They approached the hatch in the concrete foundation. Bruno shifted his possessions in his hands. How was he going to carry these down the ladder? He opened the hatch, and they stared into the darkness.

Bruno checked Pedro. “So. This is the way out.”

Pedro was clearly concerned. “Is that the sewer?”

“No! It’s a river.” Bruno lowered his voice. “Don’t say too much. My niece can hear everything.”

Pedro processed those words. Accordingly, he lowered his voice. “It looks like a sewer if you don’t mind me saying.”

“I’ve been down there if you don’t mind me saying! And it’s not a sewer. See? It doesn’t smell.”

Pedro crouched like Bruno and looked down. “And we must go this way rather than using the front door because…?”

“My family doesn’t know I live here.”

“Dios mios,” Pedro muttered. He rubbed his eyes. Then, with a sigh, he held out a hand. “Well, let me help you carry.”

Surprised, Bruno blinked. He handed over his extra pair of clothes and the book, putting the rats, his toothbrush, telenovela sets, and his favorite spoon behind him in his hood. “Okay. Not much time.”

He held his breath and rapped on the hatch reflexively. “Knock, knock, knock on wood.” With that, Bruno dropped into the hole.

He descended swiftly, feeling his pets shiver and clamber for room in his hood.

Pedro followed with the clothes over his shoulder and the book tucked into his belt. He shut the hatch behind them, plunging the tunnel into darkness. His voice echoed when he spoke. “So, you’re some sort of prophet?”

Bruno blanched. He reconsidered. Then he shrugged. “I suppose.”

“That’s not the word you’d use?”

“I just don’t, uh- well, it makes it sound like I’m official or something.”

“You’d rather be called a fortune-teller?” Bruno could hear the smile in Pedro’s voice.

“I’d rather be called Bruno.”

“Fair enough.”

Bruno hopped into the cold water, shivering. He sloshed to the shore, where he’d built a makeshift dock. “There’s water beneath you,” he called to Pedro. “It’s not deep. Just walk to the right, and you’ll reach the shore.” He shook out his sandals and made his way to the chest he left down here. It was filled with supplies. Matches, some crackers, a wooden boat the length of his forearm (for the naval episodes. A priority.), a blanket, some coats, and hats for when he needed additional characters. He felt for the matches in the darkness and lit one. Pedro, splashing in the river, paused, and then made his way toward Bruno. Meanwhile, Bruno lit the lantern he had hanging off a nail in the wall. The light wasn’t too bright, but it bathed the dock in a soft yellow glow that made the tunnels suddenly more inviting.

Pedro’s knocked his boots on the edge of the dock, and with a great sigh, sat down on it. “Just a moment to rest, if it’s alright with you.” He ran his hands tiredly through his hair.

Bruno nodded. “We’re safe here. No one knows how to get in, even if she does hear us.”

“What is this? An under-”

“Ah!” Bruno interrupted him. “Don’t describe it.”

Pedro frowned and leaned back on his hands. “Fine. But there’s a way out, yes? Like, outside?”

“Yes. I’ll show you.” Setting down his things, Bruno sat on the chest. His rats ran down his arm and curled up in the warm fabric in his lap. They made it here. Bruno hadn’t exactly formed the next step of the plan. He couldn’t realistically keep Pedro down here forever. Normal people probably didn’t take to dark caves for long periods of time. Pedro would want to leave to look for his… wife. Bruno agonized. What exactly was he expected to do here?

“So, your niece, she mentioned a dying miracle?”

Bruno had not talked this much in a long time. “Yes. When my mother was young, she was given a miracle. Like, mountains rose up around her and a house appeared out of nowhere and the house was alive. She raised me and my sisters in the valley with the rest of the community, and the miracle gave us all gifts when we were five, so. That’s, that’s how it happened.”

Pedro’s eyes were wide.

“You don’t believe me.”

“Ah…” Pedro shrugged his shoulders in apology. “I believe you believe it. I’d have to see it, I think. Mountains coming out of the ground and it’s… you hear how it sounds?”

Bruno blinked. “Does this sort of thing not happen outside of the valley?”

“… No. No, not that I am aware of.”

“Oh. Well, it happened here.”

Pedro frowned. “And the miracle, your niece is worried about it?”

“Well, the house has been cracking for years, but it started really going at it a few days ago, and then everyone had a power dip, and I…” Bruno swallowed his words. “Something is very wrong. But Mirabel will fix it! Probably.”

“What happens if she doesn’t?”

Bruno squinted, trying to remember the contents of his vision. “The whole house will fall apart. Mindless destruction. Um, cracking mountains, that sort of thing.”

Pedro looked appalled. “And you’re not going to try to help?”

“Well, I have you to deal with!”

“I’m fine! You already healed me!”

“I can’t leave you here!”

“I’ll come with you!”

Bruno hesitated. He could not think of a single excuse for why Pedro very much could not come with him. “No,” he said. “You can’t.” There.

“Why not?”

“Ehhh-” He cast about desperately for a reason. “It’s- they- the people in town don’t like people who… have… beards.”

Pedro stared at him. Slowly, he lifted a hand to touch his chin. He had short, well-kept facial hair “You have a beard, Bruno.”

“This? This doesn’t count. It’s like, barely even a beard. Also, I don’t follow the rules since I-”

“Live in the walls, yes…”

Pedro sat up, chewed his lip, and ran his thumb over his chin. He wasn’t buying it. In fact, he seemed a little upset.

“If you do not want my help, I understand. Just show me to the exit and I’ll be out of your hair.”

“No!”

An air of wariness crept up Pedro. He pulled his knees closer to himself, elbows rested on top careful. Ready.

“I- I, I mean, I…” Bruno cursed and dropped his head into his hands. “I don’t know what to do. I could mess up everything. We could make it so much worse.”

Silence met his words.

And then: “Bruno… if I tried to leave right now, would you try to stop me?”

Bruno ground his eyes into his palms. “I’d have to! I’m not trying to keep you prisoner! Santa mierda, I can’t believe this is happening! It’s just that I don’t know what would happen if they saw you! What if- if time collapsed in on itself? I mean, it has to be forbidden, or just very bad luck! I didn’t foresee this! What if that’s what causes the mountain to crack or- or- or-”

“Bruno!”

Bruno’s head snapped up. Pedro waited until Bruno met his eyes. He could only hold his gaze for a second before he had to look down.

“I can’t help you if you don’t explain what’s actually going on.”

“You won’t believe me.”

Pedro opened his palms in a ‘give it to me’ gesture.

Well… he needed to be sure first. “What’s your last name?” Bruno asked.

“Madrigal. Why? Is that important?”

Sucking in a deep breath, Bruno couldn’t look at him. He dropped his head into his chest instead, clasping his hands behind his neck. Pedro Madrigal, the father he never got to meet. And here he was, sitting on the deck with wide, expectant eyes. Something ripped deep in Bruno’s chest and fear pressed him into his seat.

All at once, Bruno jumped to his feet and shook himself. His head pulsed with the beginnings of a headache. He was going to regret this…

“It’s easier if I just show you, but you have to promise not to let anyone see.”

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Chapter 1: A broken Future

Bruno stared tensely at the door of the nursery with a heavyweight that settled in his thundering heart and he could feel the anxiety pump in his veins but action had to be taken. Sooner, rather than later and though he could feel the regret in his lungs, the little girl inside needed this way out.

He knew she’d love her family unconditionally. He knew she’d be forgiving too for all of what was to come but…no child deserved to grow up being shamed for their gift like he had, nor shamed for not having one at all. He hadn’t been able to stop Mama from seeing the vision of the cracked Casita, hadn’t been able but watched as the few months after Mirabel’s ceremony as she was pushed more to the background despite the little girl’s fire to remain and her efforts. Lost favour with Abuela. Her sister kept her to an arm’s length. Luisa’s time was thin that she simply didn’t have the time.

He had heard her crying and talking to Casita, asking for a door… asking her mother to fix her in case she was sick and that was that she didn’t get a gift.

It was far enough now. He didn’t need his gift to see that this wouldn’t change.

His bag was heavy, filled with food for the journey, all the money he had found, and his clothes. Right now, it’d be so easy to pack her things and take Mirabel and be gone long before morning and before they’d be found. He knew with the horse he had…technical stolen that they wouldn’t have to worry about being too slow either.

Julieta would kill him if he ever came back. He could handle Pepa and he could handle Mama but… Julieta had a different rage that he had only ever seen once. The rage of the kind souls were never to be tested.

Under his arm, he carried his latest vision. One that he felt would secure his decision that this was the best course of action; one that horrified even him but he hadn’t been able to look at it without feeling nauseous.

For Mirabel’s sake, he had to do this to avoid that.

He turned from the door, moving down, passing Pepa’s door and his mother’s before he stopped to the last: Julieta’s door.

He knocked once, rested the urge to do it four more times, his thoughts just repeating ‘knock-on wood’, his fingers twitched but held back, letting out a breath as the door opened suddenly.

Julieta was dressed down, looking mildly dishevelled and most likely was about to go to sleep.

Her eyes widened as she saw him before pulling in in concern, as she noticed his bag and thicker ruana.

“Bruno, what’s wrong?”

He looked past her shoulder, noting her husband was fast asleep before he nodded her out.

“All I have is bad news.” He admitted anxiously, though her eyes followed down to the glass.

“What did you see?” she reached for it but he caught her wrist.

“I… I’m leaving. Tonight.” Bruno spoke, “I… I think that…for Mirabel’s sake, she comes with me”

“You want to take…” Julieta repeated, “Bruno…” her tone warmed up dangerously, “you better not be serious.”

Bruno felt the guilt twist in his gut shying away from her beginning blaze but it only took her pulling his vison from his hand for it all to melt away into a silent horror.

And older Mirabel was curled up, arms wrapped around something bundled in blankets but the image was of a frozen second. Her face was screwed up, hunched over the blankets but in the background gave clear context; the walls of casita cracked and falling and crumbled and above was the still-falling remains of his tower; its clear path was directly down straight onto her.

Julieta’s face drained of all colour

“Dios…” she looked faint but her eyes welled with tears. “mi hija.”

Bruno reached forwards, his hand coming to her shoulder, “I...have enough money to get us settled… there are plenty of villages outside Encanto… She’ll be happy.” He promised. “She’d not happy here, la Hermana. She’ll never be enough for mama’s expectations, no matter how hard she tries. I know that experience.”

Julieta’s breath still raged but she took a sharp breath. “Take her.” Her voice caught, looking down to the tablet with regretful eyes that almost changed his decision but she pushed past him swiftly, heading towards the nursery.

He followed, watching as she grabbed a bag and began to grab a handful of Mirabel’s clothes, her toys, Casita’s titles giggling sadly as she packed up her daughter’s starter sowing kits and then lastly, the family photograph off the side.

Bruno took it wordlessly as she bend down, coaxing her youngest up.

“Mami?” Her words slurred with tiredness.

“Mi hija,” Julieta kissed her cheek softly, “come on, get dressed.”

“Why? Mirabel’s confusion lingered as her mother helped her into a skirt over her pjs, and a coat, Casita’s floor rattled her shoes to her feet.

“Tio Bruno’s had a vision. One that shows you in danger and you need to be safe.”

“What about you, Mami?”

“We’ll be strong. I love you so very much.” She kissed her daughter's face over, putting on her glasses. “The idea of you being safe is all that I need to know.”

“What about Isa and Luisa?”

“They’ll be strong with us. But don’t worry, we’ll think of you every day and when your Tio Bruno brings you back, it’ll be with open arms.”

Bruno’s heart tugged pulled as Julieta walked them down towards the doors. Mirabel’s still sleepy but complied.

“Am I leaving because I don’t have a gift?”

“Oh no, sweetie. You’re special with or without one.”

Bruno clicked his tongue, his hand coming to pull the stolen horse’s lead and attached their belongings onto the saddle, before Mira was lifted up, Julieta whispering into her daughter’s ear before reluctantly pulling back, the vision he had given her still tucked under her arm.

But they knew why; a bad thing for a good cause. Mirabel needed this. The hardest decision Julieta would very have to make but… anything to avoid that future, they’d take it. Never seeing Mirabel or waiting for decades was better than pulling her out of rubble.

What Julieta would say to her husband, to her other two children, he didn’t know nor did he want to. Mirabel though waved as they departed and promised to write letters that they’d never get, he only turned back once before the trees observed their past.

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Always Yours | Bruno Madrigal - CH5

Always Yours | Bruno Madrigal x OC(Fem)

PROLOGUE | CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6

fanfic rated mature(M) for language and suggestive scenes

part rated: (T)

word count: approx 1500

warnings: no warnings

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Something unspoken had changed between Bruno and Reina that night at the lake a couple of weeks ago. They were even closer than before; physical contact wasn’t something they shied away from. Instead, they welcomed each other with warm embraces. When Bruno would walk Reina home some nights, their arms would link, and smiles would grace their faces. When they would sit and look at the stars, one would rest their head on the other’s shoulder and the other on their head. Sometimes they would lay on the grass rather than sit and Bruno would always make sure to put his arm out for Reina to use as a pillow, so her neck didn’t get sore.

Dolores’ teasing continued, she even got Isabela in on it. Reina could only wonder if they were saying the same things to their tío. She will admit, she had spent many nights imagining what it would be like to call Bruno her own. But those thoughts are quickly stopped by the fear of losing the best friend she could ever ask for.

Today she had spent the morning finishing a commission, and now she was finally going to see the great Bruno’s stair-filled room. She can’t help but think the man is just exaggerating as she lifts her hand to knock on the door of Casita. Before her knuckles can make contact with the wood, it is quick to fling itself open and drag her inside. Reina quickly becoming face to face with Pepa who stands in the entrance with a raincloud above her head. The cloud was fast to be replaced with sunshine as Pepa realises the other woman standing in the doorway.

“Casita must like you, never have I ever seen someone dragged in here so quick.”

“Oh, well, I like Casita too,” the tiles on the floor clap against the ground as if to say thank you.

“What brings you here?” Pepa asks.

“I came to see Bruno.”

“Hm,” Pepa hums as she circles the other woman.

“Is something wrong?” Reina questions.

“No, no, nothing is wrong,” the middle triplet is quick to answer.

“Pepa!” Bruno whines as he comes down the staircase. “Don’t make her uncomfortable.”

“I was doing nothing of the sort,” Pepa stands tall with her hands on her hips, lightning striking at the accusation.

“Mi vida,” Felix walks into the room. “You’ve got a cloud, let’s leave the lovebirds be,” he places a hand on her lower back and guides her out the room. Bruno and Reina were both wide-eyed staring at each other with flushed cheeks after Felix’s words.

“How’d you know I was here?” Reina snaps out of her trance.

“Casita told me; very excitedly might I add. You’re very liked.”

“That’s a change.”

“We both really need to stop being so negative,” Bruno says as he grabs Reina’s hand, pulling her gently along to his tower.

“I will if you will,” she jests, nudging into his side, causing him to chuckle.

“Well, this is my room,” he gestures to the door in front of him. A large wooden door with intricate designs. The replica of Bruno on the door holds his hands up with an hourglass present in the centre of the door, almost exactly the same as the hourglasses on his ruana. The lines glow a beautiful gold much alike the candle that can be seen in the main room of Casita.

“Surely it cannot be as many stairs as you say.”

“Just go in and see,” he opens the door for her, guiding her in with a gentle hand on her back. The entrance consists of an hourglass shape, sand pours down in which one has to walk through to enter.

“Is this why I always find grains of sand on you?”

“Yep, yes,” he nods. “I also need to use sand for my visions. Watch your step,” his hand remains on her back as they step through the sand onto a large dune. Reina’s eyes rake up the tower, what looks like thousands of stairs but is probably no where near that many twist their way around the edges.

“Ok yeah, that’s a lot of stairs.”

“I told you.”

“Race you to the top,” she quickly takes off, leaving Bruno in the dust… well, sand.

“Be careful!” He shouts after her as he races to catch up.

“How did you beat me?” Reina speaks between breaths as she lays on the floor in Bruno’s vision cave. A circular stone room with a pool of sand in the centre.

“You seem to forget it is my room and I have to climb these stairs very often,” he sits beside her, breathing normally.

“Please tell me you don’t have to climb those stairs every time you go to bed, or if you forget something,” she sighs finally getting her breath back and looking up at the scruffy, yet handsome man.

“My bedroom is to the right of the entrance, I only come up here to do visions,” he laughs at the worn-out woman beside him. “Sometimes to have a break from the Familia too, they don’t like all the stairs.”

“Fair enough on both ends.”

“So, this is the vision cave hm?” Reina sits up knowing full well that she now probably has a whole shoreline of sand in her hair. “How does it work?”

“Well, the person that wants a vision sits across from me in the sand, I burn some herbs and bam, vision.”

“Can you have visions by yourself?”

“Yes, works the same way.”

“Can I… can I see?” Reina hesitantly asks, Bruno automatically tensing at the request. “You don’t have to; I was just curious is all. I would never make you-” she rambles.

“I just…” he pauses. “I don’t want you to see something bad and hate me for it.”

“I could never hate you,” Reina speaks softly, taking Bruno’s hands into her own. “How about, we don’t look far into the future. I just want to see how it works, so maybe we should just look at tomorrow? I’d rather not see too far to be honest. Spoilers, you know?”

“Ok,” he whispers. Bruno stands from his spot preparing the area for a vision. “Sit here please,” he gestures to the spot across from him. Reina sits, crossing her legs. “Right, now hold my hands. Don’t let go, it helps keep the vision under control. It’ll get quite windy.” Nodding, she watches as Bruno pulls some salt out of his ruana and throws it behind his shoulder before latching onto her hand again.

“Salt over the shoulder?” She giggles.

“For luck,” he smiles at her before closing his eyes. Except when they open again they grow the most brilliant of greens. And Reina finds herself focusing more on his wonderous eyes than the sand raising around them. She had never seen such a beautiful colour; it was certainly a new favourite. It took all her willpower to look away at the happenings in the sand. She saw herself painting, then she saw herself talking to Julieta, and then babysitting Luisa. That is when the vision ended. In Bruno’s hands was a green slate, glowing the same astonishing green as his eyes.

“Looks like we don’t get to hang out tomorrow night,” he hands the tablet over. She sees herself tucking Luisa into the spare bed in her house.

“Ah, babysitting duty,” she laughs. “I mean, you’re always welcome to come help.”

“I’m just glad it wasn’t anything bad,” Bruno sighs in relief. “I mean it sucks that you have to babysit.”

“Awe, is Bruno sad that he doesn’t get me all to himself.” Reina jokes, placing the green slate on the ground and flopping over to lean her head on Bruno’s shoulder, proceeding to pout up at him. She was the cutest thing he had ever seen, Bruno thought to himself.

“Yep, I mean yes, I mean-” He is cut off by the loud laughter of Reina who falls off his shoulder and onto the sandy ground. “Silencio, por favor,” he whines in embarrassment.

“Lo siento, Bruno, but sometimes you make it too easy,” she pokes his cheek as he lays down beside her.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes.

“Your eyes glow so brightly when you have a vision,” she rolls over on her side to come face to face with his side profile. His own head turns at her words, and she realises how close they are in that moment.

“Most people find it scary.”

“It was the prettiest green I have ever seen,” her smile was so gentle, as was her gaze. Bruno hadn’t even noticed it, but he had started leaning in, and Reina had too. A moment that both had been waiting for, a moment that if told six months ago, Reina would have never believed, nor would have Bruno.

Nose was touching nose; breaths were fanning each other’s lips. And right as their lips brushed against each other, begging for a head on collision-

“Bruno!” A familiar voice called from down the stairs, and the two jumped away from each other quicker than light.

“I think um, I think dinner is ready,” Bruno speaks quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Uh yeah, you should um- you should go eat. I’ve gotta go home anyway, busy day babysitting tomorrow you know,” Reina laughs nervously before rushing off downstairs and out of the house before anybody had the chance to stop her.

The duo couldn’t help but wonder if what had just happened was good or bad. They were both adults, even a child would have known what was going to happen if the familiar voice of Julieta hadn’t echoed up the tower walls. Was this a step in the direction they both wanted to take? Or did it set them further apart.

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