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I do (Julieta x F!Reader)

a/n: this got out of hand so, long post ahead!

a/n 2: Pepa’s kind of a bish in this one, don’t read if you don’t want to see her in that light.

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"You look beautiful"

You didn't even look up when your future brother-in-law walked in. You didn't feel like seeing anyone, you just wanted to scream, cry, destroy the bouquet of flowers in your hands and tear your white dress to shreds. You just wanted to get out of there.

But you had nowhere to go. Your parents had been very clear about it, just like Alma Madrigal. It didn't matter what you wanted, it didn't matter who you loved, and it didn't matter if you agreed to this, you would marry Alma's daughter. No one seemed to care that it might be the wrong daughter.

"I should have listened to her" you whispered "I should have gone with her that night"

"Mom and Pepa would have known and it would have been worse for her"

You closed your eyes remembering the horrible bruise on Julieta's cheek after receiving a slap from Alma, and the image of Pepa's lightning striking too close to her eye would haunt your nightmares forever.

In the end, Casita had to intervene to allow the brunette to escape to her room, which she had not left since then. It wasn't fair, the only sin she had committed was saying that she loved you.

"It should have been me" you said, clenching your fists "Julieta shouldn't have been hurt, it should have been me."

"You know that Pepa would never hurt you" the man said, putting a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you.

"And what is she doing right now?!" you growled "she's forcing me to marry her, even though she knows I don't love her and never will! And all for what? To prove herself better than her sister"

"That is not true-"

"I'm a fucking trophy for her!" You yelled "You and I both know this is just to have something Julieta couldn't"

"Don't talk about Pepa like that" the youngest of the triplets said, frowning "You don't know her, she would never do something like that, she loves you and she loves Julieta"

"Of course she does, because you throw lightning at someone you love. Because you hurt someone you love. Because you tear the souls of those you love" you said bitterly "if that's her love, I don't want it"

"You're talking about my sister" the man told you, already annoyed with your attitude "I won't let you say bad things about her on her wedding day"

"It's my wedding too" you growled "And in case you forgot, Bruno, Julieta is your sister too, and guess where she is? Locked in her room, after your mother and your other sister attacked her. Beautiful family you have."

"Stop it! We're all trying to make things easier for you, Y/N, you're being ungrateful"

It wasn't common for the man to lose his temper like that, but Pepa was his sister and he wasn't going to allow her own future wife to speak ill of her, you were being irrational about this. Although, a small part of him wondered if he wasn't so defensive just because deep down he knew you were right.

"You're just upset that things didn't go the way you planned"

"The way I planned?" you asked in disbelief "For it to rain on my wedding day would be a change of plans, for my dress to rip and I had to wear another would be a change of plans, for the cake to ruin would be a change of plans. Being forced to marry the wrong Madrigal sister just because she threatened with a hurricane if I didn't and to fulfill a whim is not a change of plans, it's fucking shit!"

"Julieta wouldn't have been a better match and you know it" Bruno said seriously "She doesn't have Pepa's energy, her passion, or her intensity. She doesn't love as hard as Pepa does"

"And so what?! I love her, Bruno" you hissed "I love her more than I've ever loved anyone. I love her simplicity, I love her calm, her way of loving without words, I love everything about her and no one is going to change it, no matter how many yellow dresses you make me wear, my heart will always be blue."

Bruno looked into your eyes while the tears threatened to fall, and he could not find in you a trace of a lie, only a deep sadness, anger, and a love so great that it hurt him to see it, knowing that it was not going to get where it should. Because at that moment he knew that no matter how bright the sun shined on you, you were never going to love it like you loved the moon.

"I…I'm sorry, Y/N" he whispered "I'm sorry it had to happen like this"

"Go away" you sighed "leave me alone. I have to compose myself for the ceremony...because I'm not going to give your mother, your sister, my parents, or the entire town, the satisfaction of seeing me cry"

Bruno looked at you for another second, while you turned around with your fists clenched. He knew that you would probably have fingernail marks on the palms of your hands, but there was nothing he could do. He walked out of there as quietly as he could, praying that this wasn't a terrible mistake, and if it was, that one day you'd forgive them all.

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Pepa smiled when she saw you walk slowly towards her, arm in arm with your father. The day was perfect! It was sunny, the birds were singing, and there were at least three rainbows going through Encanto. It was just how her big day was supposed to be, except for one small detail. You.

When she imagined her wedding as a child, she always imagined walking towards a strong, handsome man who loved her madly, not a girl who walked as if she were going to the gallows and whose gaze radiated hate. But it was what it was.

She supposed that on some occasions she also imagined her sister by her side as the bridesmaid, but as they grew older, the brunette had insisted on making her less, always being the center of attention and stealing the applause that was her rightful share, besides, considering that Julieta tried to steal her fiancée, the redhead was relieved that her sister was not present.

Not that Mom would have allowed it, of course. After the dinner scene a few days ago, when Julieta admitted her relationship with you (that woman's nerve! Dating HER future wife?!) and things got out of hand (the brunette was begging for one of her lightning bolts), she didn't even want to imagine what could happen if you saw her there.

Of course, Pepa knew that you felt something for her sister, but it was only because you had never had the opportunity to date her (Julieta's fault), just as she knew that any trace of pity you might feel for the healer would vanish in a few days, after seeing how wonderful she was! Oh yeah, you'd be the perfect couple!

And her mother would be so proud of her, the whole town would see how truly perfect Pepa was and they would apologize to her for having given that adjective to the wrong sister. Everything would be perfect for her.

What did it matter if Julieta cried every day? So what if it hurt her every time she saw you with her? It would be no more painful than what she and Bruno had been through since they were children and given gifts less perfect than to heal with food. It was the brunette's turn to suffer.

It was true that you too had been reluctant to cooperate, but she didn't mind, she would have you eating out of the palm of her hand in no time, and making you love her would be no problem. Besides, she had already won, you were already hers and Julieta wouldn't have a chance to tear you away from her. Perfection itself.

If you could only smile.

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You kept your gaze straight ahead, not even deigning to look at the redhead next to you (you didn't take her hand either), or at your father when he withdrew. You hated them, you hated them all.

You could feel everyone's eyes on you, judging you, you could hear the whispers and imagine the frowns. A bride who didn't smile on her wedding day? Imagine it. Well, fuck them. You couldn't escape, but you weren't going to play the perfect wife that Alma and Pepa Madrigal wanted you to be.

The priest looked at you with concern, and then at the other bride. You didn't even have to look at her to know that she had a smirk on her face and the mere thought made you grip the bouquet in your hands harder, almost crushing it.

"Smile a bit will you?" Pepa whispered to you when the priest started talking to the crowd

"The only reason I had to smile is locked in a room in your house" you answered without looking at her

"Get over it, you did even better! You're marrying the most beautiful woman in town"

"You and I know that she should be in that chair, not you" you hissed hatefully.

Pepa frowned and for a moment you felt something close to happiness when the day darkened a bit. Not a hurricane, but you were happy that the redhead's "perfect" day had gray clouds after all. She deserved it.

The other woman didn't speak again during the entire ceremony, for which you were grateful, but she smirked at you when you said "I do", sending another wave of hate through your entire being. But you weren't going to let her break you, ever. If she wanted your marriage to be a declared war for the rest of her life, so be it.

When the priest said wives could kiss, you took the opportunity to whisper something to her, and stick a dagger into her chest. You didn't care if you were cruel or if it unleashed a storm outside (although many sure were confused by that). If you couldn’t wake up from the nightmare, no one could.

"I'm going to imagine that I’m kissing her" you whispered before sealing your lips with Pepa's

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You smirked as your wife closed the door to your shared room with a loud bang. It was no secret to anyone that you took macabre pleasure in making her angry, which usually ended on a freezing or terribly rainy day. Excellent, fuck the whole town.

"You have to stop doing that" Pepa growled dangerously

"Do what, my love?" you answered, letting the venom drip from your voice on the last words "I thought you wanted me to get along with your family better, so I helped my dear sister-in-law to cook"

A thunder sounded over your heads when the redhead heard your tone when saying "dear". Her blood was boiling and she hated the way you could control her so easily. This was not how it was supposed to be. You had to fall at her feet, you had to love her, take care of her, pamper her, do what she asked of you, you were HER wife!

But instead, it had been her who had ended up completely obsessed with you. In those few months of marriage, she had done everything to make you fall in love but nothing worked, you only gave her looks full of hate and words loaded with impenetrable ice, which drove her crazy and made her try again more desperately. It seemed that the more you tried to get away, the more she wanted you.

Though she wasn't the only one receiving hostile treatment from you. Bruno would often try to strike up a friendly conversation with you, only for you to snap back, and her mother you just ignored, no matter how much she yelled at you or tried to correct you, it was like you didn't hear her, as of you didn't see her.

The only person who seemed to exist for you, not just inside Casita, but in the entire town, was exactly the one person you should NOT care about. Julieta. Of course, her sister would try to do something like that, take you away from her. Well, she wasn't going to succeed.

"I don't want you to go near her, is that clear?"

"No, it's not" you answered immediately "I'll be as close to her as the stupid bond that binds you and me allows"

"She's turning you against me!"

"You did that yourself!" you growled "when you decided you didn't care who you hurt as long as you won a war that only you are fighting!"

"That’s not true!" Pepa yelled "she started all this! She is the one who decided that she had to be perfect, that she had to be better than everyone!"

"That's what your mother did! Alma put that burden on her, Julieta just tried to do the best she could with what she had"

"Why are you defending her?!"

"Because I love her!"

A wave of satisfaction washed over you as a mighty thunderclap resounded throughout the room (and you were sure the entire town as well) and you saw the redhead clench her fists. However, the pain in her eyes took you by surprise, as did the slight flicker of concern in your chest.

"I am your wife" Pepa said slowly and dangerously "you have to love ME"

And right there, just as quickly as it had appeared, your concern and empathy for her drained from you. You hardened your gaze and stood up straighter, unfazed by the fire in her eyes or the darkening clouds above you. You knew she wouldn't hurt you, if only to not give you the perfect excuse to go back to her sister's side.

"You were my friend, Pepa" you said "I loved you like a sister, and you didn't care about hurting me, you didn't care about what I wanted, you didn't care about anything"

"It isn't true!"

"You didn't care about anything but proving you were better than Julieta!"

"I'm better than her!"

"Not for me" you said dryly "you will never be for me"

Pepa felt how her eyes stung and her tears threatened to fall at any moment. She couldn't understand how you could be so cruel to her when all she did was give you the best chance ever!

"You knew that I didn't love you" you continued "and still you forced me to marry you"

"You were going to run away with my sister!"

"I was going to marry MY girlfriend!"

Lightning struck a few feet behind your wife and the air around you suddenly turned too cold. You hugged yourself a bit, but you never stopped looking at the woman in front of you.

"You were going to do what?" Pepa whispered

"I was going to marry her" you repeated "the night you and your mother hurt her, when you threw lightning at her, when Alma called her a whore, she had just proposed to me"

"You're lying" the redhead said "it's not true! You just want to hurt me more!"

"Julieta proposed to me! And I said yes!" you yelled "That's why I told you that she should be the one next to me that day, she should be the one to kiss me! I owed her the 'I do'. HER, NOT YOU!"

"SHUT UP!"

You jumped as the next bolt of lightning fell at your feet and for a moment it was as if time stood still. It was the closest she had come to actually physically hurting you. You really had crossed a line and yet…yet you had no regrets. Once you crossed, there was nothing to stop you.

"I'm sorry" you said, making her look at you "but I don't love you, Pepa, and I never will. You took everything from me, you hurt the woman I love, you forced me to marry under threat...you took me away from her"

"She wasn't good for you"

"And who was? You?" you asked hatefully "on the wedding day I told Bruno that no matter how many yellow dresses you make me wear, my heart will always be blue, and it remains the truth. I love her, she loves me, and you're not going to change it"

"Why?" she whispered "what does she have that I don't?!"

"A heart"

Pepa felt as if you were sticking a dagger into her chest and the air left her lungs. Why did you have to treat her like this? Why were you so cruel to her?! Why couldn’t you love her as much as you loved her sister? Why was she losing again?

"Your problem is that you've always compared yourself to Julieta when you should be yourself" you said "you're not Julieta and you'll never be...you're Pepa, and I'm sure you can shine with your own light if you just stop trying turn off your sister’s"

Your wife looked at you with confusion, but also a hint of hope, and for the first time, you wondered if anyone had ever told her that it was okay not to be like her older sister, that it was okay to feel like herself and not a shadow of the brunette. It ached your heart to think that the obvious answer was no.

"You let yourself be consumed by a war that only exists in your head" you continued "Julieta has never wanted to fight with you, she has never tried to take your place, she only wanted her sister back, the one she played with, the one who hugged her and laughed with her"

"That girl has long since ceased to exist" the redhead replied bitterly

"I know. You, your mother, and the town took it upon yourselves to bury her" you said sadly "Now there's only a broken woman left, consumed by her own pain and anger. You're raining on people who never did anything to you"

"And what do you know?" she growled "you didn't even want to know me enough"

"Neither did you" you answered "You only dragged me into the fire. But I guess you got what you wanted in the end"

"What are you talking about?"

"You wanted your trophy" you said "Here I am...but remember that metal is cold"

You didn't even give her time to say anything else before quickly walking around her, not caring about the rain that began to fall, and leaving the room.

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"You have to stop"

"I'm not doing anything"

Julieta held Bruno's gaze over the table with her arms crossed. She hadn't forgiven her siblings or her mother for what they had done to you, but her little brother's betrayal had hurt her more than anything.

She knew Pepa was in constant competition with her, even though she wasn't really actively participating in it beyond doing her chores. It hurt her to lose her sister like that, but she had long since given up trying to convince her that they didn't need to compete with each other.

Her mother was a lost cause. Since she got the gift, she quickly understood that she was just a gold coin to Alma, that she wasn't even a person anymore, she was a gift, a power, nothing human.

But Bruno...he was all she had left. She always tried to protect him, she always healed him, took care of him, and gave him the love that neither Alma nor the town seemed to want to give him. He was the only one who knew of her relationship with you, she had confessed to him how much she really loved you, how much she wanted a life with you... and yet he stabbed her in the back.

He had watched as Alma slapped her, while she and Pepa yelled horrible things into her face and her sister shot a light too close to her eye saying no one would think she was pretty with a scar. He had let them hurt her, and even more! He had agreed to the plan to marry you off to Pepa.

So no, it didn't matter how much he'd apologized after the wedding, it was too late and there was not a shred of kindness left in her for him or anyone else at Casita. The only thing holding her up was you.

You and your adorably stubbornness. You had made it clear that your true colors were hers and that you were never going to stop being hers, no matter what ring Alma made you wear in public.

And they couldn't even accuse you of anything because, as much as it hurt you both, neither she nor you had crossed any lines. Damn, she hadn't even had the nerve to kiss you after you were married, no matter how much she wanted to.

"You have to make Y/N stop following you" Bruno said, snapping her out of her thoughts "you're hurting Pepa"

"I don't think she or you are in a position to talk about hurting, hermanito" Julieta replied dryly.

"You have to grow up and let her go. She's your sister's wife!"

"She should have been MY wife!"

"But she's not!"

"And whose fault is it?!"

Bruno blinked. He had never seen such fire in the brunette's eyes and for a moment, he felt in real danger. His stomach turned with guilt, but he had to go through with his speech if only to not disobey his mother.

"Just...stop looking for her and let her be happy with Pepa"

Julieta scoffed and dug her nails into her forearms for a moment before taking a deep breath and looking directly into her brother's eyes.

"Do you really think that she is happy with Pepa?" she asked "Look me in the eye, Bruno and tell me that you really think that Y/N is or could be happy with her"

"S-she could be if you-"

"Look me in the eyes!"

The man jumped and swallowed hard, feeling increasingly uncomfortable in the presence of this new Julieta who commanded respect and fear with just one look.

"I-I" he stuttered.

"In the eyes, Bruno"

He took a deep breath before forcing himself to look his older sister in the eye. His stomach turned guiltily again as he realized the enormous sadness in them, a sadness he himself had helped put there. He couldn't hold her gaze for more than a few seconds.

"Tell me that you really think she can be happy with Pepa" Julieta whispered "and I swear I'll do everything possible to get away from Y/N"

Bruno stared at the floor and felt how his mind was divided between not wanting to anger his mother, protecting Pepa's happiness (although in those months he wondered more and more frequently if it really was happiness or just a whim), or admitting what he knew it was the truth. Maybe...maybe he owed it to Julieta.

"...no" he finally said "she won't. She will never be happy with Pepa"

The brunette sighed and dropped her arms to her sides. She knew that answer, she didn't need her brother's power to come to the same conclusion. But it felt good that someone else would admit the painfully obvious.

"...you have to be quick and quiet" Bruno whispered, approaching her carefully "go away at night, Pepa goes to sleep at 11"

"What are you-"

"We both know that there will never be a chance for you and Y/N to be happy as long as you stay in Encanto. Neither mom nor Pepa will allow it. You have to go"

Julieta looked at him like he was growing another head and hated herself a little for how fast hope was growing in her chest. What if it was a trap? Her brother had already shown which side he was on many times.

As if he read her mind, Bruno took her hand and intertwined their fingers the same way she did to calm him down when they were kids. The gesture felt a little strange because they hadn't done it in years.

"I supported the wrong sister" he said "and I can't apologize because I know I don't deserve it, but give me one last chance, one last trust"

The brunette looked at her brother's face looking for any sign of lies or false promises, she had always been good at reading him. But she found nothing, so either he had become an expert at lying...or he was telling the truth.

"...Just one" she whispered.

Bruno smiled gratefully and nodded. He looked around, afraid someone might show up. When he confirmed that they were still completely alone in the kitchen, he leaned close to her again to whisper in her ear.

"I had a vision a few days ago, but it was changing. Either Y/N stays with Pepa or she chooses you. If she chooses you, you can escape at night, no one will discover you, take food with you, your gift will work even outside of Encanto. It will be difficult, but I saw a kind and happy future for you"

He spoke as fast as he could, not wanting to risk any more than he already was. His sister wanted to say something, but he covered her mouth before she could.

"But, if she chooses Pepa, out of fear or pity, never out of love, I saw a cold, gray future and... without you in it"

Julieta gasped silently and looked at her brother. She doubted that he was referring to Pepa or someone else hurting her, but that she herself would take care of erasing herself from history. It wasn't unreasonable to think about it, if it wasn't with you, she didn't want to live her life.

"I need to talk to her" she whispered.

"I saw her leaving Pepa's room and because of the rain, it's obvious that they fought. She's probably in the river"

The healer nodded and for the first time in a long, long time, she smiled at her brother. She took him by surprise by pulling him and hugging him tightly, he wouldn't admit it, but he had missed his older sister’s arms.

"Thank you, Brunito"

He nodded and motioned for her to hurry up, she wouldn't have much time to talk to you before Alma called everyone to dinner. Julieta felt her heart race as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her, not caring about getting wet from the rain.

The only thing on her mind was you and the chance, however small, to finally be happy with you. She just hoped that unlike the night she asked you to run away so you wouldn't get married, this time you'd say yes.

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"Y/N!"

You jumped a bit and quickly turned to see who had followed you. For a moment you were scared by the possibility that it was your wife because Pepa was getting better and better at getting empathy out of you and the pang of guilt you felt when you left her in your shared room was proof of that.

You didn't want to admit it, but a part of you was going soft, resigning yourself to being with the redhead for the rest of your days. You sighed in relief and your pulse raced with anticipation when you saw Julieta running towards you.

"Juli?!" you gasped as she lunged at you, hugging you tightly and not caring that anyone might see her (although with the rain it was pouring, you doubted anyone else was out of their houses, much less near the river) "what's going on?"

"I'm sorry" she said "it's just..."

The brunette squeezed you a little more before pulling away so she could take your face in her hands. She knew that her time was running out, but at that moment she couldn't control the wave of happiness that ran through her.

You blinked as she laughed and began planting several kisses on your cheeks (never on your lips. God, you missed her lips on yours so much) and you blushed deeply. Your mind was torn between pulling away from her for fear someone would see or pushing her against the nearest tree and kissing her as you'd wanted for months. In the end, you decided to just put your hands on her hips.

"What was that for?" you asked when she finally stopped

"I talked to Bruno" she said "he... he said we have a chance"

"A chance?" you frowned in confusion "a chance for what?"

Julieta just rolled her eyes in loving exasperation and stared at you, waiting for your brain to wake up. You looked at her, quickly getting lost in her beautiful eyes that you loved so much, forgetting for a moment what you were supposed to be talking about...but that was exactly what made you react and understand the meaning of her words.

"Wait...you mean" you whispered "no...no, Juli, that can't...can it? You mean-"

You felt your breathing quicken and your head began to spin as a small anxiety attack came over you. You didn't want to believe so quickly, you didn't want to fly high and high only to fall again, but deep down you knew that you would always hold on to any crumb of hope that would allow you to be with your brunette.

“Respira, mi amor, respira" Julieta hastened to take your hands and caress your knuckles to calm you "like that, breathe with me"

She gently guided you until your ear was on her chest, just above her heart. That had always managed to calm you down quickly, and her chest swelled with pride to see that it was still the case.

"I'm sorry" you whispered, a little calmer

"Better?"

You nodded and looked up, she was smiling at you with as much love and happiness as you hadn't seen her do in months and that just slammed all your hopes back into you.

"What did Bruno tell you?" you asked

"That we can escape"

"Escape?"

"We can't stay here" she sighed "he said he saw two futures. One with me and one with Pepa-"

"When do we leave?" you asked, interrupting her and making her blink

"I didn't even finish telling you"

"It doesn't matter. If it's escaping with you and staying with Pepa, I choose you. Always you"

Julieta gasped silently and didn't even try to stop the huge smile that began to bloom on her face. She put her hands on your hips and pinned you to her body, making you put your hands on her shoulders. You shuddered against her as her warm breath collided with the cold of the rain and your wet skin.

"Are you sure?" she whispered and you could hear the fear in her voice, a fear you knew perfectly well where it was coming from.

"I'm done choosing fear" you said "I don't care if I have to follow you to the other side of the world, I will. I choose you…I choose an 'us', and if they give me 1000 more lives, I'll choose you in every single one"

The healer smiled again and her tears mixed with the raindrops falling on you. She grabbed your left hand and without hesitation ripped off your wedding ring, neither of you cared where it landed, and pulled from her apron pocket the same ring she had given you when she proposed to you, the one her mother had tried to disappear.

"It's enough that you choose me in this one" she whispered "so...Y/N Y/L/N...would you like to write a new story with me?"

You smiled and trembled a little as you felt her slide the ring onto your finger. As soon as she released your hand, you pounced on her, pressing her against the tree behind her and kissing her as deeply as you had wanted for so long, as it always should have been.

She couldn't even feel the cold of the rain or the hardness of the tree on her back, she could only feel you, your warmth, your love, the promise you were making. You smiled as you pulled away from her, pressing your forehead to hers.

"I do"

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FABril day 4 - Chores, part one

1, 2, 3

T, 2357 words, Bruno/Agustín, Bruno & Mirabel.

Mirabel starts living with Bruno for a little while. She’s curious about why he left. Then she finds out a little more.

He almost slips off his cane when he sees his niece on the opposite side of the doorway.

It’s not that he’s surprised that she’s here. It’s just that Bruno isn’t quite prepared for how different she looks. The last time they saw each other she was a child.

It is as if he’s closed the door on her one day and a moment later opened it up again, replacing her with an older version of herself. She looks eerily, and beautifully, like her mother.

For a moment that image lasts, complete with gray hairs and wrinkles under her eyes and dressed in blue instead of the colorful attire she’s actually wearing.

Then Bruno clenches his eyes shut and opens them again, and there she stands as she really is: fifteen, bright-eyed and nervous, wearing a hesitant smile on her face like she expects her uncle to change his mind, turn her right around and send her back home.

“Hey, Mirabel,” he croaks a bit awkwardly. He regains his posture, trying for nonchalant as he leans on his cane. “There you are, huh? Wow, you’re- you’ve gotten so big! I mean- not like that! It’s just…it’s been a while, and you’re all grown.”

Before he knows it, she’s enveloped him in a tight hug.

One day Julieta called him up out of the blue and asked him if it wouldn’t be a good idea if Mirabel came to live with him for a little while, at least for the summer.

In her fashion she was polite, slightly accusatory like their mother, and thus easily refusable.

“And what does Ma think of me taking care of Mirabel?” He asked her, knowing fully well his mother doesn’t speak of him and likely avoided the combined topic of “Bruno” and “responsibility” alltogether. The other end of the line stayed silent. “That’s what I thought.”

“You’re both stubborn, you know? It’s the both of you.”

He left years ago for a good reason. The idea to ask him to…to take care of someone, of Mirabel, seems an absurd initiative. From his capricious mental health to living situation to sending Mirabel off to go live with her estranged uncle, there’s too much to take into consideration.

But Julieta’s, his, and his mother’s conviction didn’t matter.

One week after he hung up on Julieta, he received a long letter from Agustín. About how his daughter isn’t quite finding her way at home and how he wonders if maybe the city won’t treat her and her wild imagination better than the stifling reclusiveness of their village, just like it had for Bruno. That sending Mirabel away isn’t done out of any malice or foreboding. If Bruno would please reconsider having her, because there’s no one he trusts more to be kind and understanding than him.

The letter is two sides long. The words are gentle, but steadfast, and clearly written against the opinion of the family that Agustín usually follows to avoid conflict. Bruno smells the love he has for his daughter in every brave sentence, and all of them together form an elaborate composition. It’s like music in Casita’s courtyard. It’s familiar and his heart aches.

Bruno read it over and over before he finally sent him a letter of his own.

“How was your trip? Too long, right? It’s always way too long for me.” Though this wasn’t the only reason he rarely met up with his sisters.

“Oh, yeah. I wish I could’ve brought my sewing machine, but, yeah…Too heavy. It was either that or my accordion.” She shrugs her shoulders which he now sees carry an instrument bag, not a backpack.

He gives her his sympathy. Agustín not just mentioned she’s creative, he boasted it, and Bruno believes it immediately when he looks at her embroidered orange jacket and blue skirt filled with little sewing doodles.

It makes Mirabel a bright uncanny spot in Bruno’s humble home. As she walks through his apartment, she takes in every bit of clutter with worried eyes. Even with his bad back, Bruno didn’t think he had gotten that bad with the upkeep of his home, but he’s getting embarrassed now, thinking what she must’ve expected before the trip. Certainly not stacks of telenovela scripts and books covering unaddressed letters he’s never sent.

It’s a far cry from the colorful Casita she’s left behind, which is big enough to house a dozen family members and about as talkative. He always keeps the radio on to fill the silence and to keep his house full of romantic love songs. It helps him write.

Mirabel is still holding on to her duffle bag and keeps the bag over her shoulder as if her stuff will get swallowed up once she puts it down.

“Sorry for the mess,” he says as he gives her a little tour - his apartment, though decent, isn’t all that big, but he has space for her. He gestures to unload her stuff. “I tried cleaning out the office a little - that’s your room!”

“My own room?” She asks peculiarly as he opens the door for her.

“Of course! What, did you think your cruel tío was gonna let you sleep on the couch?” he asks amusedly.

She shrugs abashedly. “No. I guess? I dunno. I share a room with Antonio, so…I’m not used to it.”

Inside sits the spare cot he’s prepared for her and a desk he’s mostly cleared of his writing and accounting. On the walls he’s hung up drawings to give the room a bit more life. Rats in period clothes, boats on voyages, little doodles he’s made while brainstorming ideas for his stories. He feels silly about them now, realizing she’s not that much of a kid anymore.

“I hung these up for you. To lighten the place up a little-heh.” He rubs his elbow, unsure. “But you can make your own or take them down if you don’t like them.”

Mirabel smiles.

“No, Tío. Thank you.”

“So, a couple of things,” tío Bruno begins.

They’re eating the sancocho de pollo Mirabel brought from home, which is apparently Bruno’s favorite. He started humming and whistling the moment she pulled out the container. His cane lies forgotten by the front door. He only needed it to breach the distance between his front door and the lobby to let her in. She hadn’t expected he needed one - neither Mamá or tío Bruno (they had a brief conversation on the phone) had mentioned it.

“Curfew, of course. Ehh, be home before nine if you go out. The errand boy comes here on Mondays with groceries and/or medicine - ask for the receipt and don’t let him hustle you too much. Avoid talking to the handsome boy from the next block over: he’s a loverboy. Joselito I think his name is. I know the city can be very exciting and boys may seem very fun now that you’re at that age, but you’ll get in trouble if you go looking for danger of his kind, trust me!…Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned him at all. Ay, you’re probably thinking of running away with him now!”

He throws his hands up and clutches his hair.

She stares at him, reeling a bit at his rambling. “Uhh.”

“Anyway,” he perks up, dramatics forgotten, “there’s a lot of clubs and activities, so there’s always something fun for you to do while you’re here. And you could come to the theater with me! I’m sure you’d love it. It’s small but has a lot of heart.”

“That sounds great.” It was the reason she wanted to come to the city. She wanted to find her place.

He beams. “But don’t let me slow you down from whatcha wanna do, okay? I’m boring anyway and I can’t always go very far.”

This remark reminds her to ask; she thought he was an architect or construction worker or something in that vein, but he told her he quit that profession to take up writing, which landed him a job at one of the local theaters. She wonders if he had to quit that first job because of his injury.

“So,” she says, stirring against the corn cob, “what actually happened to your back?”

“My back?” His expression turns sullen, his spoon resting in the sancocho. “Oh, something awful.”

He doesn’t elaborate and she immediately regrets asking. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He nods gravely.

There’s so much more she wants to ask him, but most of those questions are about the family, which require a kind of perilousness she doesn’t want to drag him into just yet.

“Uhm, so,” she tries. “What’s with all the letters?”

He looks surprised. “You saw those?”

“Yeah, they’re everywhere.” All tucked tight between other manuscripts and his books, but odd and noticeable enough.

He rubs his neck. “Ehh…I don’t wanna talk about it. They just kind of appear.”

“What? What does that mean?” she asks confused, but he again doesn’t elaborate. And after an awkward moment of silence, she gives up, “Okay.” They eat their stew in silence before she tries again. “Papi said that before he even met Mamá, you and he were friends?”

“Oh.” Surprisingly, even this catches him off-guard. He looks up at that, gaze distant for a moment, eyebrows pinched. It takes a second for him to reply, scratching the scruff of his neck. “Oh, sure,” he says and goes back to slurping his soup, not looking up.

“Got any funny stories from back in the day?”

He makes a strangled sound and shrugs, back to eating.

“Oookay. Good talk.”

Despite his evasiveness when it comes to family talk, tío Bruno loves to talk. About his interests, his hobbies - of which he has a lot.

It makes her fond somehow, to hear how he also thinks the random pitter-patter sounds that can sometimes be heard outside the building are pixies, just like Abuela and tía Pepa do. “Poor things,” he says, smiling. “The rats like to eat them.” Mirabel has never actually seen one before and doesn’t quite believe in them, but hearing that they persist even in the city makes her think the older generation is onto something.

Tío Bruno has so many pecularities it’s hard to list them all, from nervous ticks to his superstitions. He burns sage and avoids stepping on cracks. Every morning he does a cleansing ritual alongside taking his anti-epilepsy pills. He keeps an upside-down broom in all the rooms to keep out bad spirits (also handy for sweeping up the salt and sugar he spills a prolific amount of) and he holds his breath when he walks through every doorway, not just the one that leads outside.

He also swoons at music and always seems to have romance on his mind. He does spontaneous dances when he listens to the radio or when he’s playing some cuban bolero on his gramophone, which is such a classic item it makes it seem as though he’s stuck in time, only adding to that romanticism. Bruno loves writing and reading and tells her he can waste days watching reruns of telenovela’s he’s already seen.

“Ah…so much can happen in a life. It’s easy to forget when you’ve got a bad back and never go anywhere. That’s why it’s important to throw in crazy stuff. You gotta remember the love exists between the cracks.”

She’s been curious about him for a long time. It is as though her own life falls into place now, Bruno the missing piece of the puzzle, a branch she was never allowed close to. It’s good to meet the person he really is instead of hearing half-finished stories from her cousins and sisters who knew him only a tiny bit better. A hard line of separation forced by a ten year old wall.

She has a vague understanding of why he left. He lost his way in the family, one way or another. Stir-crazy, tío Félix told her. Thought he was bad for the family, suicidal, and too cooped up in the village. Not to mention volatile. Made the whole house mad.

“He was…sensitive,” Papá said with a far-off look in his eyes that seemed far too fraught on her dad’s face of all people.

Selfish reasons, according to Abuela, but from what Mirabel gathers those ‘selfish reasons’ boil down to ‘leaving’, which seems a bit paradoxical.

“Tío.”

It’s the end of the first night. She’s crawled up on the couch with him, leaning into his shoulder as if they’ve always done this together, drowsy from the telenovela they watched that she wasn’t all that into after a long day. “Why did you leave?”

His shoulders clench up. “Oh, that’s- I wasn’t really…that’s not important.”

“How can it not be important?”

“Okay, I guess it’s important.”

Once again, as she’s coming to expect of him, he doesn’t elaborate. Or maybe he can’t answer because he’s always so nervous and not used to having his bothersome niece here, asking questions.

He’s tense even as she leans against him, but he assured her that he’s just like that and that it’s okay to touch him and it doesn’t mean she’s imposing on him or anything. She did feel like she was imposing a little. She’s felt that way the moment her dad said she could go.

“But…I don’t get why you never really came back. I get leaving for a little while - I know Abuela and Isabela drive me crazy sometimes and always make me feel like I’m too awkward and that I’m only getting in their way, and now that I’m here I feel like I can”- She lets out a heavy puff of breath, heart straining -“breathe, finally. But I love them, and I already miss them.”

His mouth opens and closes, looking like he wants to answer, but keeps catching himself before words can spill. His chest heaves unevenly, like he’s getting worked up, and then puffing out his frustration again. But his face reads solemn, not angry at the thought of his family.

Mirabel already hugs him by the time he finally says something.

“Kid, I miss you guys plenty.”

-tbc

#encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #fabshipping #encanto fanfics #im expecting the parts without bruno/gus to get more attention lol ehh yeah its probably readable even if youre not into that ship #enjoy either way #splitting this up bc uhmm its looking to be at least 8k and thats too large for easy tumblr fic reading #imho #fabril

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Dancing with the Double-Edged Sword (Ch. 14)

Bruno Madrigal x Original Female Character

Chapter Rating: M (smut of course...and some alcohol/recreational drug use)

(Masterlist)

(not gonna lie, this is unedited, so bear with me...)

Dinner at the La Casa Madrigal had become somewhat routine for Mila. The enchanted house had even started setting a place for her beside Bruno, even on the days she didn’t dine with them. Augustin and Felix had also become familiar to her, the three of them having grown close after spending so much time with the family and sharing similar feelings as being the partner of a “magical Madrigal” without the magic.

“Mila, mi cuñada, what’s going on, chica?” Felix bellowed as she entered Casita with her hand intertwined with Bruno’s.

“¿Quiubo, perce?” she laughed, embracing Felix in a warm hug.

“Same old, same old,” he laughed, returning to Pepa who had been reading on the sofa.

Mila engaged her just as warmly with a peck on the cheek and similar greeting. Bruno kept close to Mila, always lingering near her even in his own home. He hesitantly placed a hand on the small of her back, receiving a sweet smile and kiss on the cheek in return as she leaned more into him. They sat with Pepa and Felix for a few minutes, talking and exchanging pleasantries before the other couple left to walk around the market before dinner.

Mila helped Bruno feed the rats after they left, sitting with him on the floor of his bedroom and scattering pieces of bread and cheese. After the mischief had been fed, the couple settled in one of the hammocks Bruno had hung around the ground floor of Casita, cuddled together, just enjoying being close to each other. Whether he intentionally chose a hammock in one part of the house that wasn’t frequently passed through. She rested her head on his chest, being lulled into a relaxed state by the light rock of the hammock and the occasional breeze that drifted over them from the nearby window.

“Augustin is going to propose tonight,” Bruno murmured, sounding like he was on the brink of sleep, even after they had just come from a siesta in the field.

“How do you know that?” she asked softly, lifting her head from his chest.

“He told me,” he shrugged, stifling a yawn, “yesterday.”

“And you’re just now telling me?” she gasped with an excited smile, playfully shoving his arm.

“I just remembered,” he admitted bashfully, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.

“So…how do you feel about that?” she asked, surprised by how casual he seemed talking about his sister’s engagement.

“He’s good for her,” he said, “I’m glad it’s him,” he added with a slight nod.

“How long do you think it will take your mother to have the wedding planned and ready?” she asked, her voice laced with teasing amusement.

Bruno scoffed. “If she has it her way, the wedding will be huge, an entire week of celebration,” he said, making her laugh, “I’m serious,” he insisted over her fit of giggles, “the whole Encanto will be invited and celebrating for days, I don’t need a vision to know it’s going to happen,” he chuckled as her laughter died down.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?,” she sighed, finally catching her breath.

He grinned at her, pulling her back into his chest. “And you love it,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re right,” she giggled, nuzzling his collarbone.

“I love you,” he sighed, his amusement shifting into lovesick adoration as he smiled.

“I love you too,” she purred into his neck, her lips kissing the skin just below his earlobe.

“Estrella,” he sighed, eyes fluttering shut as he tilted his head back to expose more of his neck to her, feeling her mouth trail down to his pulse and across the hollow of his throat, causing shivers of pleasure to run down his spine.

“Feels good?” she muttered against the base of his throat, her fingertips slipping under his ruana to play with the buttons of his shirt.

“Mhm,” he agreed, the noise coming out more whiny and desperate than he intended, but it felt too good for him to care at this point.

“You want me to keep going?” she asked, the tip of her tongue dragging from his collarbone to his earlobe, where she nipped it lightly with her teeth.

“Please,” he insisted, his grip tightening on her as he shuddered, the cool air blowing against the wet path of saliva on his skin heightening his growing desire.

“Bruno!¿Dónde estás, mijo?” Alma’s voice rang through the first floor near them.

The couple immediately pulled away from each other, Bruno jumping out of the hammock, expecting to find his mother standing over them, staring harshly at her youngest so intimately intertwined with his novia. Thankfully, she wasn’t, but that didn’t keep Bruno’s anxiety from spiking at the idea.

“Uh, uh, aquì, mamá,” he called back, nervously shifting side to side as he waited for his mother to find them.

“Ah, there you are, mi vida, oh Mila, hello to you too, mijita,” she greeted the pair, “Brunito, can you please start setting the table? Mila, will you help him, por favor? Pepa and Felix should be on their way back, dinner will be ready soon,” she explained, patting both of them on the cheek affectionately.

“Claro, mamá,” he nodded, nervously twiddling his fingers.

Once she had left them, Bruno turned to Mila with a knowing look. She rolled her eyes at him with a shake of her head, grabbing his hand and leading the way to the dining room.

“You can’t tell me I’m wrong, you saw how quickly her tone changed,” he said as they continued down a hallway.

“No matter what you say, it’s not true. She’s only being polite, that’s it,” she huffed.

Bruno had constantly told Mila during their time together that his mother was only being nicer to him because of his connection to you. While Alma did not view Mila or her family as more special than the next family in the Encanto, the fact that Mila so wholeheartedly cared for her son and brought out the best in him seemed to have an effect on her usual judgemental gaze and unspoken high standards.

“Amor, if I had never met you, she would still be as cold and judgemental as the day I had my first bad vision,” he huffed, rolling his eyes.

“She’s your mother, amor, I highly doubt her behavior is out of spite,” she said, gently poking him in the side with her free hand.

“Ask Hernando next time, he’ll agree with me, for once,” Bruno muttered just as they entered the dining room.

They could hear Julie in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cooked. Casita had already started setting the table, rolling plates into their necessary places. Mila went into the kitchen, greeting Julie brightly as she collected utensils and glasses. Bruno trudged behind Mila, trailing after her as they finished, helping Julie set the various dishes on the table after.

Sitting next to Bruno, the meal began as normal. Easy chatter about the day and any eventful happenings around the village. Bruno was mostly quiet, only speaking up when asked about something. Mila noticed Alma’s focused gaze on Julie, Augustin eating significantly less than normal beside her as he fidgets with his wine glass.

“Everything alright, amor?” Julie asked, noticing his strange behavior.

“Uh, actually, amor, I, uh, I have something to say, uh, to ask, I mean,” he said, slowly standing, pushing his chair back enough to give him room to kneel down.

Although they were already aware, Mila still acted surprised. Augustin proposed in a romantic, yet clumsy way, almost bumping into the table and knocking over the glasses. The family surrounded the newly engaged couple, but Mila noticed how Bruno was quick with his congratulations before darting into the kitchen after the meal. No one else seemed to notice, too caught up in the talk of a wedding. After a final few words of encouragement and congratulations, Mila went in search of her novio. Thankfully, she didn’t have to look far, finding him sitting in the kitchen, nursing a cup of guaro and talking to two of his rats.

“Mi amorcito, you’ve been acting strange all day, are you sure nothing is bothering you?” she cooed, coming up to stop in the space between his legs, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.

“I’m fine,” he sighed heavily, avoiding her eyes.

“Bruno, please talk to me, I want to help if I can,” she pleaded, hating the lack of mirth in his usually bright eyes.

“I’m just…ugh,” he groaned, frustrated and at a loss for words.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she purred, running her fingers through his hair, caressing his jaw and forcing his head up to meet her eyes, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I just want to help you feel better,” she insisted, kissing his forehead softly, then his nose and finally grazing her lips against his briefly.

“C-can we just go upstairs…and cuddle?” he asked timidly, ducking his head in slight embarrassment.

“That sounds like a perfect idea, there’s yerba in your desk from a couple days ago, maybe smoking might help you relax,” she nodded, taking the cup in his hand and setting it aside.

She took his hands, lacing their fingers before leading them upstairs. Bruno was so hyper focused on her skin against his own that he didn’t realize they stood in his bedroom until she was pulling him into his bed, still made from this morning, to settle in the center of the full-size mattress. He felt his nerves begin to rise, a buzzing energy radiating from his stomach out to his fingertips. Laying back, he attempted to take a deep breath, curling his arm around Mila as she curled into his side, tucking her head into the crook of his shoulder. She wrapped her arm around his torso, her leg curling around his own, her knee hooked loosely around his opposite thigh.

“Should we smoke or do you want to wait until everyone goes to bed?” she asks softly, nuzzling into his neck.

“Probably after they go to bed,” he responded, still sounding a little dazed as he felt her nod against his jaw.

“I love you,” she said softly, littering gentle kisses along his neck.

“I-I…I love you too,” he responded, turning slightly towards her and curling his arm around her a little tighter.

They laid in silence for a long while, enveloped in the comforting warmth of the bed and each other’s touch. At one point, Bruno wondered if she had fallen asleep. Her occasional head shift or brush of her lips against his jaw alerted him to her still being awake. When an unknown amount of time had passed, Bruno withdrew from her arms and retrieved the supplies from his desk. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he clumsily loaded a bowl of yerba, his fingers slightly trembling as he attempted to do as he had seen her do before.

“Where did you leave the wine?” he asked softly once he’d successfully packed the ground herb into the bowl.

“Right…here!” she giggled, digging around in his bedside drawer until she pulled out an unlabeled black bottle.

He struck a match and took the first hit, inhaling slowly as Mila uncorked the bottle, taking a tentative swig, holding the wine in her mouth just a bit longer than normal to evaluate the test. Bruno exhaled a shaky breath, trying his hardest not to cough too much as he waited for her verdict. He couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched her contemplate and evaluate the bottle. She bit her lower lip as she thought, taking another smaller drink, just enough to coat her tongue. Bruno took a second hit from the pipe, now simply admiring her features.

“It’s…okay…could be better,” she shrugged, offering him the bottle as he passed her the pipe.

As they smoked and drank, the quietness of the night began to envelope them in a fuzzy haze. Bruno slowly inched closer to her, and she did the same, both trying to be subtle in their desire for touch. The bottle, almost half empty, was set next to the pipe on his bedside table. Mila’s hands gripped his sleeve and pulled him closer, her body heat radiating through both their clothes.

“Bruno…mi amor,” she spoke softly, her alluring gaze focused on his reaction.

Bruno felt his mind racing, trying to take in everything that was happening while under the influence of two very relaxing vices.

“Do you want me to rub your shoulders for a bit?” she asked, her hand skimming down his sleeve to rest over his fingers.

He nodded, his throat dry and breath taken by the suggestiveness of her question

“You’ve been… so tense today, amor,” she continued, guiding him to sit on the edge of the bed while facing the wall, “maybe I could…help ease some of your stress,” she suggested, moving to kneel behind him, her hands ghosting over his sleeves and shoulders and into his hair to scratch soft circles into his scalp.

Bruno sighed in content, consumed by the pure bliss that came from her nails scratching his scalp just enough to feel almost euphoric. He felt her lips brush the side of his neck, her hands moving down from his scalp to his chest, her nails lightly scratching the fabric of his shirt. Leaning further into her, Bruno could feel the growing desire between his legs, the familiar fire heightening his senses to every touch she gave him.

She gripped his shoulders, massaging the muscles with her fingertips. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall into the deep end of his growing lust. The sudden realization that he was feeling her chest brushing against his back had him tensing briefly before he relaxed again as she cooed sweetly in his ear, her lips nipping his earlobe as she continued to work out the tension in his shoulder blades. He exhaled a shaky breath, his body too warm for his own comfort as he felt his nerves begin to build in his legs and travel up, mixing chaotically with his desire.

“Te amo,” she said against the shell of his ear, her mouth dropping to graze his jaw and then his neck.

“T-te amo,” he repeated, his hands beginning to tremble slightly as she slipped her hands under his shirt, her skin soft on his shoulders.

“Do you want me to stop, papí?” she asked him, her voice low and alluring as she stroked his skin under his shirt.

Bruno swore under his breath, his eyes closing and a hard shiver ran down his spine at the term and the sensation of her nails lightly scratching along his chest. She dragged her nails up and out of his shirt, her fingers lightly skimming his arms. He itched to touch her too, to feel her skin and hear her pretty sounds.

“Bruno?” she asked, a hint of concern laced in her tone when he didn’t respond to her.

“N-no, don’t stop…please,” he said quickly, turning to meet her eyes.

She smirked, amused and just as eager to jump on him and submit to the growing sexual tension in the room. At the same time, Bruno was not like Hernando. He was much more hesitant and easily overwhelmed. She considered her next move carefully, not wanting to move faster than he was comfortable with, but also incredibly desperate to feel him where she ached.

“Do you want to touch me, amor?” she asked softly, reaching for his hand, resting her own over it.

Bruno nods mutely, raising a shaking hand to her hip, where he grips the fabric at first and then relaxes his hand to spread his fingers and palm over the curve of her side. She waits. His fingers poke under the fabric and he softly gasps at the feeling of her warmth. As a signal of her approval, she began playing with his hair, running her fingers through the ends at the nape of his neck as he continued to get comfortable with touching so intimately.

“Do you want to take it off?” she asks as softly as before, raising both her arms to link around his neck as he meets her eyes.

He looks absolutely stunned, like she’d just spoken a foreign language to him. Leaning closer, she ghosts her lips over his, curious to see if he would take the initiative to continue. He shudders, his grip becoming firmer as she begins to pull back.

“W-want to make you feel good,” he murmurs under his breath, his eyes wide and nervous, but his hands begin to work the laces and buttons of her clothing until she’s able to easily slip the material off.

“I want to make you feel good too,” she purrs, laying back on the mattress, stretching provocatively just to entice him a little more, reaching a hand out to him.

Bruno feels like he might faint with how little air he’s taking in as she lays out for him, presenting her nearly bare form so elegantly, so…erotically. He skims his fingertips up from her knee, along her thigh, over her chest and comes to a stop at her jaw, cupping her cheek and leaning over her for a heated kiss.

The surprise was evident from her soft gasp. Bruno’s touch was so different, even though he and Hernando shared the same hands. He moved like he was scared to break her, like he was appreciating each brush of skin. He kissed her so fervently, like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. He made a small noise when she brought her hand up to grip his curls and tug. Pulling back, she watches his nervous gaze move across her face and down to her chest where he attempts to not let his eyes linger too long by glancing frantically around her body at the sheets.

“You can look, osito,” she chuckled softly, her tone sweet and warm, “you can touch too,” she added, batting her lashes and gently biting her lower lip.

“Me tragó,” he murmurs, looking straight into her eyes, his own slightly glowing in the dimly lit room.

Raising a shaking hand to her thigh again, he feels along her leg a bit more firmly than the first time. Exhaling softly, she closes her eyes and enjoys his gentle touches and caresses. Bruno seemed absolutely content to just drag his fingers over her skin, appreciating each curve and dip. She feels him hesitate when his hand inches up to her hip, nearing the last article of clothing on her. His throat is dry as he tries to swallow his nerves. He can feel her eyes on him, waiting patiently for his next move.

“I, uh, I’m…” he gulps, glancing up at her briefly, “I…I don’t want to…mess up,” he admits quietly, beginning to retract his hand as his nerves get the best of him.

“Nothing you do could mess this up, mi amor,” she soothes him, taking his hand back and holding it to her hip, tugging on his arm until he crawls over her, adjusting his knees on either side of her figure as he looks down at her, “just do what feels natural, we don’t have to do everything in one night,” she added, bringing her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a slow and intense kiss.

Bruno groans, completely submitting to his desire. “I love you,” he mumbles against her mouth, inhaling sharply when her thigh brushes his crotch, “aye…fuck, I love you,” he groans when she does it again.

“I love you too, mi amor,” she giggles, slipping her hands under his shirt and pulling it up slightly, waiting to see how he would react.

Bruno kneeled upright for a moment to yank the fabric over his head. His hair becomes ruffled slightly by the force of his actions. His eyes scan her whole figure, attempting to carve her image into his mind forever.

“Ven, papí,” she purrs, tugging on the waistband of his pants until he resumes his original position, lowering his head to kiss her eagerly.

Whatever Bruno originally expected for the evening was not even close to experiencing the real thing. She showed him bodily pleasures he never knew possible, taking his length into her mouth and working him until he was a gasping, writhing mess under her. He tried to tell her he was going to come, hoping she would stop to prolong their activities, but it only seemed to encourage her to increase her speed and intensity. He came hard with a breathy moan, feeling her tongue lapping at his head as she cleaned him of his release, her hand working the rest of him the entire time.

“I…I’m sorry f-.”

“Don’t you dare, Bruno,” she cut him off, digging her nails into his thigh slightly to emphasize her point with a playful glare, “Don’t apologize, I did it on purpose because I wanted to make you feel good,” she insisted, leaning down to kiss up his abdomen, over his chest and finally along his neck and collarbone until she reached his mouth.

“I…I wanted to…mph,” he gasped, feeling her legs settle on either side of him, her covered core grazing his sensitive cock.

“I know, amor,” she grins, her eyes telling him she knew exactly what he was about to say, that he wanted to make her feel good too, that he wanted to show her the same affection, “how would you like me?” she asked softly, littering a trail of kisses down his jaw and neck.

Bruno swore, his hands gripping her sides and tightening as she brushed her core against him again. “I, uh, I want to taste you, p-please, mi vida, I need to,” he insisted desperately, looking up at her as she pulled back and grinned, sliding off his lap and settling comfortably on her back.

“Like this?” she asks, slightly spreading her legs to allow him room.

“S-so beautiful,” he said to himself, getting comfortable between her legs as he laid on his stomach, looking over the details of her panties.

He brushed his thumb over the fabric experimentally, gauging her reaction. She sighed, slowly closing her eyes and settling deeper into the pillows. Drawing small circles at first, he experimented with pressure, noticing the effects it had on her. When she began to squirm and breathe heavily, he tentatively hooking a finger on the fabric and pulled it aside, exposing her sex to the warm air and his hungry gaze.

“Ay, qué rico,” Bruno groans, nipping at her inner thigh to keep from burying his face in her folds like every instinct in his body was screaming at him to do.

“Por favor, Bruno,” she sighs, pushing down on the waistband of her panties for emphasis.

He manages to slip them off, dropping them near her dress on the floor. Watching her face, he leans in, poking his tongue out for a quick lick up her clit. She gasps softly, her hips twitching in anticipation. Attempting another short lick, he begins to establish something of a rhythm. Her sounds only fueled his confidence as he began to flatten his tongue against her, using his mouth to suck and kiss at her folds.

“Ah! Like that,” she gasps, her hand coming down to tightly grip his curls as he repeats his actions again and again until she’s practically grinding her core into his wanting mouth, “J-just like that, aye, Bruno, sí, papí,” she cries, a broken moan following shortly after as her thighs clamp tightly around his head as she finds her release.

Without realizing it, Bruno felt a shudder run down his spine. When he slowed his movements on her, he realized he had begun to grind into the mattress, rutting into his sheets until he came again, shortly after her. She’s panting above him, her body coated in a light layer of sweat. Sitting up, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his pupils blown as he looks down at his softening cock, a few dribbles of his cum at the tip, the rest absorbed into the sheets where a dark spot had formed.

“T-that…that was amazing,” she giggles once she catches her breath, “you…you are amazing,” she added.

Sitting up quickly, she reaches for him, tugging him towards her by the wrist until she can kiss him eagerly, her tongue swiping along his lips to taste herself. Bruno whines against her softly, her legs accidentally brushing his sensitive head.

“How do you feel, amor?” she asks softly, stroking his cheek as she looks at his dark eyes.

“I’ve never been happier,” he admitted, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug, their skin-to-skin contact calming his racing heart.

“I love you,” she says softly in his ear, kissing his cheek and guiding the both of them to rest under the sheets once they had both cooled down.

One would think Bruno would be out almost immediately, but his mind was racing with thoughts and reflections as they laid in the stillness. He would randomly tighten and loosen his grip on her sides under the sheets when his mind began to drift to recalling their activities. She had fallen asleep not long ago, cuddled into his side, nuzzling his neck occasionally.

Tan travieso, Brunito…

Hernando’s snarky teasing between his jumping thoughts was not helping either. He’d been fairly quiet lately, but in the late night, when sleep escaped him, Bruno often had Hernando’s company to keep him occupied, much to his dismay.

“Cállate,” Bruno grumbled, glancing down to make sure he didn’t disturb his lover.

Now that you’ve had a taste, you’ll never be satisfied, trust me…

“Enough, Nando,” he huffed, squeezing his eyes shut in annoyance.

“What’s he telling you?” she mumbled softly, making him jump in surprise.

“M-mi estrella, did I wake you?” he asked, glancing down to find her sleepy gaze already on him.

“He talks to you a lot when you’re alone, doesn’t he?” she questioned softly, ignoring his question as she lifted her head to better hold his gaze.

Bruno hesitated. “When I can’t sleep, mostly,” he admitted, unsure of how much to disclose about his dynamics with Hernando.

“What kinds of things does he say to you?” she asks, running her fingers along his jaw and down the nape of his neck in a soothing manner.

“Mostly sarcastic comments,” Bruno shrugs, his gaze dropping to her collarbone.

“Hmm, what else?”

“S-sometimes, I guess he says things that are…unnecessary and, uh, mean…” he admits, now looking everywhere but at her.

“Do you ever say anything to him when he’s…out and about?” she questions.

He shakes his head.

“What usually helps you sleep, amor? How can I be helpful?” she asks him, placing her hand on his cheek.

“Just having you to hold is enough to help calm my racing thoughts,” he sighs, settling deeper into his pillow and pulling her to lay with him.

“Goodnight, amor,” she yawns, kissing his chest before slipping back into sleep easily.

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a-forgotten-miracle · 3 months

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Character Name: Lord Bruno Madrigal Title/occupation: Lord/Diplomat, Mirabel's sponsor Magick Status: Sorcerer - Divination Specialty Biography:

Bruno had always loved his family and wanted to do his part in protecting them. That is why when his mother urged him to master and understand his powers after years of hard work and strife, Thanks to the constant support from his sisters and family Bruno managed to reach his goal. . As fickle as the future is Bruno managed to be fairly accurate or at least have clear and concise possible outcomes to his visions. Once he was confident enough Alma began to rely on Bruno being the family's diplomat knowing he was well-armed and prepared to deal with Avalor's more… volatile political space.

At first, his intentions were friendly and welcoming but he soon learned people like that only last for short time in Avalor's political climate. He learned his biggest trump card was his powers. Bending interpretations of visions, omitting parts of them his powers soon became his greatest tool in keeping his family safe and keeping peace in their region.

Wherever Bruno went whispers followed. The diplomat/soothsayer who could predict your bloodline’s fall if his tea was too cold. He leaned into this persona letting fear and reputation carry him further. Most of the time most issues could be solved with words and promises but there were times when Bruno had to give more, He'd won three duels for his family's honor. His last one nearly costing his life and took his eye. After the coup Bruno stayed hoping to stoke the flames of rebellion from within. However, after receiving a strangely powerful vision Bruno has returned to his family to sponsor his niece despite his mother's wishes. Bruno hopes to reconnect and reunite with the family he'd missed for so long.

He also forgot about his promise to start courting a persistent duchess if he ever returned to England…

#srrpprofile #srrp #srrpseason

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danicloth · 2 years

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Aww siblings love 💞... I loved that part of the movie TwT ✨

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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Here's a prompt: Camilo was tickled very often by Pepa and Felix but as he grew up he thought it was embarrassing (teenagers... deep down he still liked) so as teen he refused to admit he was even ticklish until his parents decides to give him a sweet tickle attack. sorry about my english :/

Are you t!cklish? No- that's childish-

Words:4472

Fandom: encanto

Summary: *prompt* Camilo thinks being t!cklish is childish and enjoying it it even wirse- his parents show him otherwise though...

Warnings: angst-t!ckling, the tword has also been banned so I censor it now x

A/N: HELLO. I've been sick all day with a headache and this was the only thing keeping me going- I wrote another one like this too but with Mira and Bruno, so hmu if yall wanna see it??

Also this is MUCH longer than expected- like way longer- but I love it so much 🥲

Also your English is great! I don't believe you mare any mistakes in the prompt! <33 hopefully you emjoy this or its at least similar to the idea haha :D

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It was a normal day in the Encanto, Camilo was going round, making everyone smile, laugh, and teasing his family, winding his siblings and cousins up the wall as per usual.

Everything was great... until just around tea time.

Camilo was the playful cousin. That was it. He was followed up by Mirabel and recently Isabela in his antics, no matter how childish or silly they seem, as long as they made his family and village happy and brought a smile to someone's face, he didn't care. Though there was one thing Camilo tried to stay away from-

T!ckling.

Why you may be asking? Well, when Camilo was younger, he would love the activity; it wouldn't be rare to hear a squealing Camilo somewhere in the house. He would usually go round and cause mischief, earning him the said t!ckles, and go round in that circle. Many of the adults had realized the boy enjoyed the activity so they would find any way to get him, give it a ball left outside or a sock on the floor, they would give the boy any reason to be wrecked into a giggly puddle on the floor.

Camilo would love every bit of it. Then his tio Bruno left... After that, he was still t!ckled sure, but it became rare enough that by the age of 10 and his younger brother Antonio being born, he never received any t!ckles, unless it was from his elder sister or Isabela- even so, it would only be a poke to the side at most.

By the age of 15 though, Camilo still seemed to enjoy the activity. Some days he'd just wake up, craving t!ckles for no exact reason other than waking up! It's like this secret joy taunted him because deep down, he also thought everyone had stopped because it was childish. If they knew he enjoyed it, why would they stop? He could never think of any other reason other than how everyone must have looked down upon him or how it was childish and embarrassing.

So he buried it deep inside him, whenever the activity arose he would always try to stay away or avoid it somehow, and if the dreaded question ever came up he would shrug and say no, then leave, not being able to stand a minute more in case he would be looked down upon again.

He wanted to make people smile. Not think he was a little kid.

It all came tumbling down right before dinner. Camilo was walking to his room after coming back from the town. He'd seen some kids a bit younger than him running around and chasing each other, then tag teaming and t!ckling one of them to the ground. That scene sent Camilo into a whole other mood and he needed to calm down in his room.

On the way, though, he bumped into his tio Bruno and Mirabel. The two were chatting about something and Camilo was so focused up in his mind that they all walked into each other.

"Woah, hey Camilo!" Mirabel said, smiling at her primo who seemed to be in a weird daze after the bump.

"h-hey? Hey Mirabel, Hey Tio Bruno" The chameleon didn't make eye contact but he still said hello, trying to not act suspicious or too weird, even though he couldn't help it.

"You okay Camilo?" Bruno asked, realising the boy seemed to be a little out of it. Camilo shook his head, as though trying to rid the thoughts that threatened his mind.

"hmm? Yeah- no, yeah. You okay Bruno?"

Bruno tilted his head a little, both he and Mirabel sensing something was up but not wanting to upset him further. "Yeah... if anythings wrong, you can talk to us" Bruno explained, smiling a little at his nephew. Mirabel nodded agreeing with Bruno.

Camilo still made no attempt at eye contact, knowing his face would flush the minute he did. He just nodded and rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Yep... Thanks Tio, Thanks Prima- can i- Can I just get through please?" Camilo asked, jestering to his room.

Bruno turned around to see where Camilo had pointed, "Oh! yeah! sorry Camilo, here" Bruno span back around and turned slightly so the boy could walk between Mirabel and he.

"Thahanks- AH" Camilo couldn't help but laugh nervously as he walked through, then feeling a poke at his side from his prima to get a smile on his face. Camilo jumped back and blushed, covering his mouth from the yell he'd given out.

"Uh...? Are you okay Camilo?" Bruno asked, looking at the boy who was horrific looking at a grinning Mirabel. Camilo quickly shook his head between the two, then avoided looking at them all together and tried to compose himself, shaking his head.

"Uh- Yeah! Yeah, Its fine-"

"T!cklish~" Mirabel wiggled some finger at him, making him roll his eyes and try to hide a whine as he began to hate the situation.

"noho- no." Camilo couldn't help the quick response or the nervous giggle within it.

Bruno looked surprisingly between the two and smiled at his nephew, quickly remembering how when he was younger he would love the activity. "Oh yeah, like when you were younger and loved it! Are you still that t!cklish?" Bruno asked, not meaning to fluster the boy any more than he already was. Camilo looked away once more covering his face with a hand as he pretended to look annoyed- though he secretly was hiding his blushing red face.

"Ugh- No. Im not- its so babish" Camilo groaned.

"T!cklings not babish! Tio Bruno's 50 and look" Mirabel begin to poke Bruno's sides and he jumped back, giggling and laughing, gently swatting his neices hand.

"Nohoht right nohow Mirahabel!" Mirabel stopped with a smirk but still turned to Camilo.

"It's okay to be t!cklish primo" she encouraged, trying to make the boy feel better, though the whole topic was sending him to hell.

"Y-yeah- I know- obviously it's fine. I'm just not-"

"Not what exactly?" Camilo jumped out of his skin when he saw his mother walking out of her and his father's room, Dolores too surprisingly.

"I- uh- nothing mami" Camilo had accidently made eye contact with his parents, showing his blushing and embarrassed face.

"Camilo's said he isn't t!cklish" Dolores explained, oh how quickly he cursed her gift once more.

"No- well- yeah- I'm not. It's dumb- I just wanna go to my room please?" Camilo stuttered and whined, looking over to his room.

Why was this becoming such a big thing? Why couldn't he just go to his room and calm down? Why did he have to be like this?

"It's not dumb hijo, its perfectly normal" Felix explained, wanting to reassure his teenage son.

"Yeah, anyway Camilo, you used to love it when you were younger" Pepa explained, quickly remembering her son who loved t!ckles.

Camilo grunted, why did they all suddenly care now? Why remember now? He had mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

"Yeah- and that was like almost a decade ago. I've grown up since then, matured-"

"Pfft" Dolores couldn't hold back her snicker, she walked over and began poking her brothers side, knowing fully well he was still just as t!cklish as he was ten years ago.

"Hehey!" Camilo jumped back, his face blushed as he almost bumped into Bruno again.

"L-leave off- I'm not t!cklish!" Camilo slightly yelled, feeling embarrassed- yet something within him seemed happy? Excited almost?

"You're not t!cklish?" Pepa asked, raising an eyebrow at her son as Dolores let off with a sweet smile, knowing exactly what would go down now.

Camilo was a mischievous kid. He was cheeky, playful, dramatic; and where did he get this? His parents.

Pepa and Felix were both pretty playful people, even when they were younger they would be the out going ones! It wasn't a surprise one of their kids would take their playful and teasing traits.

Camilo trued to hold back his nervous giggles and blushing face, groaning at the whole situation.

When he was younger, his parents were ruthless. He loved it, but right now he just wanted to yell or hide or anything so he didn't have to feel so trapped and flustered. It was so dumb. He hated how he wanted to run, yet also hated how his mind seemed to slowly be travelling to cloud 9. Why why why!?

"Camilo, you used to love being t!ckled! What changed?" Felix asked, slightly teasing the boy as he wiggled a finger at him. Camilo ran a hand through his hair and groaned, trying to seem confident but failing as his voice cracked.

"N-nothing- I grew up and now I just- I just wanna get to my room! So please, please move?" Oh yes. Very confident. Zero eye contact, voice breaking, asking rather than demanding, MANNERS.

"Nothing changed?" Bruno asked, rather blunt as he smiled at his nephew.

Camilo span around, surprisingly close to his uncle as Dplores had made him almost fall onto him previously.

"What?! I- no- I- oh come on! I'm 15, this is so childish and stupid-"

"Camilo, are you embarrassed by t!ckling?" Bruno asked, interrupting his rambling and luckily making him stop before he blurted something he didn't want to.

Camilo stopped and his blush grew by 50%, unable to speak for a second.

"I'm not t!cklish, so why would I?" He asked, a little defensively. Honesty, no one knew who he was trying to convince, everyone had already seen his giggles at a few pokes, his blushing face was a grand tell too.

"Oh really?" Pepa asked, mischief in her voice as she smirked at her son.

"Mami-" Camilo watched as she stepped forward a little, making him step back and walk into Bruno who just held him lightly, feeling as he shook from bubbled up giggles in his throat and butterflies in his tummy.

"Felix, I think we should test this. If Camilo's telling the truth, he wouldn't mind right?" Pepa asked her husband, hand on her hip with a mischievous smile. Her husband had the exact sane look on his face, then turned to Camilo.

"Yeah, surely he shouldn't lie to us?"

Camilo squeaked very quietly, only Bruno and Delores being able to hear it. The two let out little giggles and a chuckle as Camilo was almost frozen. Bruno wasn't holding him tight, just hands on his arms so he had a chance to escape.

Camilo's body wouldn't move though. His mind raced and raced with thoughts about how dumb it was and how he needed to escape, but he also wanted it- it had been so long and maybe it was okay? He was childish all the time right? But then again, this is something he shouldn't enjoy, he should be embarrassed right?

Wrong.

Pepa teasingly wiggled her fingers at her son and smirked as she crouched forwards a little towards her son.

"Wahait- mami-" camilo couldn't help the tiny giggles that slipped through his mouth, hands up slightly as he tried to look away and hide his blushing face but couldn't.

"T!ckle t!ckle Camilo~" Mirabel teased from the sidelines, now standing with Dolores as the two watched the scene unfold.

Camilo grunted at his cousin but yelped as hands attatched themselves to his sides and belly, beginning to t!ckle around his belly button and sides.

"WAiAhait! Wahait mAmI!" Camilo jumped backwards into Bruno who just kept camilo there, lightly holding him as he fell backwards into him. Pepa had began to attack his torso, poking and spidering, or just casual t!ckle squeezing his sides.

Felix smirked, hands on his hips as he watched the scene, "Camilo? What's wrong? T!cklish?" He teased, unable to hide the shit eating grin on his face.

"Nohoho! NO NO-" Camilo hadn't even seen where his dad had walked up and began to help his wife, both taking a side each as each of their ten digits danced around a side each, sending Camilo into hystericals.

"EEE PfFt pLEASE-" Camilo couldn't seem to say stop, just laughing himself silly. It had been years since someone had done this to him, and he wasn't complaining anymore, though he kept up his little "I'm not t!cklish" act.

Camilo didn't even try to stop them yet, just hugging himself above their hands and laughing with blush filling his whole face. Freely letting them do as they pleased.

"Aw, Amor are you t!cklish?" Pepa awed, continuing to t!ckle her son and take a hand to the side of his neck. This made adorable giggles spill from his mouth, hunching up his shoulders to make it stop.

He couldn't handle it all, his mind splitting a couple times. This wasn't even half of what they used to do to wreck him, yet he was already squeezing his eyes shut and hugging himself.

It isn't possible to get more t!cklish is it?

"Nahaha ehehehe mami mami- papi-" Felix slowed down for a second to appreciate their sons adorable, child-like giggles, but said giggles only empowered his mum to continue her assault, moving around to the back of his neck to make him squeal slightly.

"Camilo, what's wrong? You're wiggling around so much!" Felix joined in again, attacking one of the boys hips and continuing his assault on his belly.

This really made a movement for Camilo, he doubled over, now covering his torso and hiding his neck, lifting up a arm where Pepa had stopped t!ckling his side to rub the neck t!ckles away.

T!ckling did something to your mind, because obviously this was a terrible mistake.

Bruno wrapped his arms around Camilo's torso, trying to keep him from falling over but accidentally making the boy laugh harder as he expected more t!ckles from the movement.

Camilo almost fell to the ground again when his papa attacked his ribcage, skittering his fingers all over one side. Camilo try to lean away but never tried to actually escape, emjoying the moment with his parents.

"EEE PFF WAHAHIT wAhAhHHaIt!" Camilo laugh was now his casual belly laughter, laughing as his dad wrecked his ribcage and squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

"DAD- PAPI-" Camilo couldn't talk yet, letting his laughter light up the area.

"Yeah Camilo?" His dad answered, as though nothing was going on and began to squeeze the back of Camilo's ribs, causing him to jolt up and open himself up, trying to protect himself, though it was very difficult as his mother decided to play music on his ribcage.

"Felix, look! This one makes music" Pepa teased, treating her son as a toddler again, teasing him abd pretending. She began to poke different ribs and "play music" as she called it. Felix deciding to wreck his side abd ribs once more.

"OkAY OKAY! You WIHIHIN!" Camilo began to fight back mow, very lightly of course, holding his parents wrists with a hand each.

The two stopped instantly, giving their son some breathing and regain a little sanity; but they weren't done yet. They only stopped to look at each other as they realised the position they were in.

"Camilo, I think your t!cklish-" Bruno slightly whispered, well, he tried too, but was rather loud making everyone laugh and Camilo cringe.

"No no, our test isn't complete yet" Felix teased, smirking at his wife. Camilo looked up at the two with horror in his eyes, well- joy- but still. He couldn't believe they weren't done?! Not that a part of him wanted them to be.

"Waiaiahat- nohoho-" Camilo couldn't hold back his giggling, where else were they gonna go? How badly were they gonna wreck him? Sure so far they hadn't killed him, but he surrendered?- Well not really but still!

The two quickly shot their hands into the boys armpits, making him jump and almost knock over Bruno. He squealed and slammed his arms down, shaking his head as a smile quickly carved its way onto his mouth.

"Told you he was t!cklish" Dolores smirked from a far wotb Mirabel, watching as he threw his head back and squeaked, kicking out beneath him.

"SHUHUT UPPP DOLOREHEJES" Camilo swapped between light giggling and loud hearty laughter, desperately trying to escape now but unable to because his mind just faded with an escape plan, just standing there and taking it as he was above cloud 9, a smile on his face as he tried to do anything and everything.

The boy would throw his head back, kick out his legs- though just tio was pretty strong- try to scrunch up, he even did that tiny nose scrunch to hide his face. At one point he had his arms down and forearms up, trying to hide his face as giggles slipped through his hands. His sides would try to swivel and swerve but no matter what he could still feal the t!ckling fingers under his arms.

One hand each up his armpits, each parent had another hand left, both going for rather hellish spots to wreck their boy's mind. Pepa would t!ckle the top of Camilo's belly, very gently of course, making giggles spill from his mouth, whilst Felix decided to go for a kill and use his other hand to roughly squeeze the boys hips, making him jump and yell, almost kicking him somehow.

Camilo's brain was completely I'm fractures at this point. He couldn't handle all the different t!ckling in all the different places, making him want to scream, laugh, giggle, yet his mind wouldn't tell them apart so he just died in each. Tears began to spill from his eyes now, doubling over with laughter as he let the t!ckles take over.

There was only one thing Camilo knew for certain. He wanted this. He loved it.

"Camiloooo~" Camilo heard his name, yet the t!ckling didn't crease, "Camilo are you t!cklish?" Camilo couldn't answer, nor wanted too, only shaking his head. Though everyone else thought this wad him indicating a "no".

"Wow? He's still keeping up with the act?" Bruno and Dolores questioned, surprised at it.

"It's because hes secretly loving it" Mirabel joked, wanting to see how far he would go.

"So you're not t!cklish?" Pepa asked, continuing to wreck his armpit and belly.

Camilo began to giggle as he focused on the gentle belly tickles, but squealed when his father squeezed his hip again.

"PLEHAHESSESASEEE" Camilo tried to beg, he needed it to stop, but wanted it to continue. It seemed that was no secret to anyone.

Camilo fell to his knees in an instant, Bruno letting him gently fall rather than collapse. The boy couldn't hold up much longer and continued to squeal and laugh.

"Oh come on hijo, you used to be able to take this for way longer!" Felix teased, moving to gently t!ckle the boys neck.

"THAHAHAT WAS TEHEHEN YEARS AGOOOHOHO Nooooohoho" Camilo really couldn't stand the neck t!ckles, wiggling his head around more.

"Aw, you're adorable Camilo!" Pepa awed,watching as her son erupted into child-like giggles once more, almost hiccuping with sweet laughter.

Camilo was sitting on his knees now, his parents and tio doing the same, he was surrounded by t!ckles and giggles, laughter filling the air.

"Last time Camilo; Are you t!cklish?" His mum asked, trying to sound as though this was a very important issue that they would have to fix.

"MaHAHAmI! StAhAHaP aSKinHihing!" Camilo begged, emjoying the moment but knowing whatever answer he gave would choose his fate.

"Fine mi Amor, but don't blame me for what happens next!" His parents nodded at Bruno who let the kid go, his parents t!ckling him to the ground as Pepa sat on his waist and Felix held up his arms.

They let the t!ckling stopped for a moment, giving their son a breather and a little bit of his sanity back.

Camilo whined with giggles as he let his head fall back, not even realising the position just yet. He had blush all over his face, a smile, and his hair a mess everywhere on the ground and around around his face.

But the boys smile faded as he kept his eyes closed, realising what had happened, what might happen, he couldn't stop the thoughts that convinced him he was weak and childish.

"Mahami- papi- plehease... this is so dumb and embarrassing" He whined, apparently not learning his lesson just yet...

"You're a child Camilo" Pepa sighed with a smile, "everyone's t!cklish, and if you enjoy it, don't be embarrassed" Felix bumped in, smiling at his son.

Camilo needed to be told that, parts of him still not believing it, but he still needed to hear it.

"Anyway, I'm hungry" Pepa teased, looking down at her sons belly and picking up her hands into claws above him.

Quickly Camilo realised the situation and watched as horror, looking to his sister, cousin and uncle for help, but each had a smile or smirk on their face as they waited for the show.

"Mami- mami wahait- we can talk about this? Dinner will be ready soon-" Pepa only shook her head as Camilo began to beg, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"No no, your belly looks much nicer, and I'm hungry now. You don't mind do you? Seeing as you're not t!cklish?" Pepa teased, going in for the gold as she gently began to lift up his shirt and ruana. Camilo had already started giggling at the air and fabric that glided over his skin.

He looked to his father for support but he had the same shit eating grin, holding the boys arms above his head as he held a hand over the boys death spot, giving his armpit a gentle poke that made him dissolve into laughter.

"Mi vida, do you think he got more t!cklish?!" Felix teased, looking up to his wife as their son continued to laugh beneath them, only having a poke.

Pepa shook her head, "no, no, he can't be, he's not t!cklish!" She teased, poking her sons belly a little, making him wiggle.

"Pleheheaseee"

"Ohhh, yeah- you're right!" Felix teased, t!ckling their sons neck making him hunch up.

"Guhuhuys!"

"Anyway, I'm hungry!"

"Mahami! mahHAMII AH NOHOHO NO NO MAMIIIIIIII" Camilo screamed as his mother quickly pounced, clawing his sides and squeezing as she took a big breath, then blew a massive raspberry on her sons tummy.

"MAMI- NOHO NO YOU WIN YOU WIN PLEASEEE" Camilo lifted his back and flopped around as he yelled, screaming laughter filled the room as his dad stuck his fingers into his armpits and began to t!ckle him silly.

"PAPI- MAMI NO- WAHAIT WAITHHFDKAGAHSHAT" Camilo's words quickly mixed in with his laughter as he was free to thrash around as he was tortured. He squealed and screamed, closing his eyes tightly as tears prickled.

His mother blew another rasberry, gripping his hips and squeezing, turning his laughter silent, his dad swapped hands and he quickly began to twist and trash more.

This continued for what felt like hours. Camilo finally gave up on fighting back, limping and occasionally lifting his back as his mum would blow another rasberry.

He threw his head back, hair everywhere and blush grown way past his ears and down his neck, his smile plastered onto his face and threatened to stick forever as the wonder continued.

Pepa landed a few light kisses on her sons tummy, gently fluttering her fingers over his sides as Felix stopped and t!ckles his neck. Camilo was so done, so worn out, he just sat back as his giggles spilled from his mouth.

"Aw- that was adorable-" Mirabel stated, awing at her primo. Dolores agreed with a smile, Bruno too. Then Julieta called everyone fir dinner, the three left and explained the others might be a couple more minutes.

Felix and Pepa both let off, helping their son sit up with them. Pepa sat on her knees and Felix on a knee, Camilo was still silly with giggles and sat up with a light head. Camilo couldn't hide his happiness, both his parents awing at his adorableness. Felixed ruffled the boys hair with a proud smile.

"See, not so childish or bad is it?"

Camilo didn't answer, though his giggles did fade.

"I mean- I never said it was bad but-"

"Ah, so you do still enjoy it?" Pepa teased, smiling at her eldest son.

Camilo blushed and grunted, not necessarily agreeing but he didn't disagree.

"Why are you so embarrassed about it?" Felix asked, putting a reassuring hand on his sons shoulder.

Camilo was silent for a second but let out a sigh, he was still a little loopy from all the t!ckles so he couldn't think properly and just started talking.

Camilo explained that they knew he liked it when he was younger, but they had stopped after Bruno disappeared and never really did anything again, and after Antonio was born they would never t!ckle him and so he assumed it was something to be ashamed of or that it was only for children so he shouldn't enjoy it. Normally he would be able to shape shift to get rid of something he couldn't cope with, be someone else. But he couldn't with his mind, so he hated that he liked it and and-

He didn't finish though, broken by his parents who both leant in and took their boy in for a hug.

"We're so sorry Camilo" Pepa never wanted to do that, Felix neither. They explained it was okay to enjoy tickling, that it was okay if it was childish, many people young or old still enjoyed it.

The reason they hasn't done it was because they had been under so much stress and after Bruno left, it was just strange because he also used to like it and it reminded Pepa of him.

"We promise to t!ckle you more often" Camilo cringed and blushed at that, though they were trying to be sincere and helped him up.

"Ohokay- that- er- let's just drop it for now" Camilo laughed nervously, cringing at the promise. Felix poked the boys side, sending him jumping through the air.

"Never dropping this" he said, teasing his son yet again.

"Yeah, we should show everyone at dinner how t!cklish you are" Pepa teased, nudging her son.

Camilo put his hands up and blushed, a nervous smile on his face. "NO! Noho- no I'm okay- let's just go-"

Camilo received many more t!ckles after that.

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its-a-hot-girl-thing · 2 years

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Antología | Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Slightly based on Antología by Shakira

Summary: Years before disappearing, Bruno and (Y/N) had an ephemeral romance that ended unexpectedly by the tragic whim of fate.

"How foolish of me to think you could be mine, when you're the light and I'm the eternal night.”

He saw her talking to Julieta near where the entrance was being built, handing her two baskets full of food as she smiled gently, air moving her skirt like butterfly wings. For a moment, as his sister took the baskets, he believed to be hallucinating, that she was just the ghost of a worn-out memory after a decade of playing it over and over again in his head out of pure masochism.

“Ah, (Y/N)” Julieta stopped as she turned to leave. “You probably already heard from the neighbours, but Bruno came back. Well, he never actually left, but it's a long story... "

She had stopped hearing the woman the moment she mentioned his name, surprised to hear someone pronounce it after so many years in exile. A dozen emotions flood her body, leaving her dismayed and lost, not quite sure how to react. It's as if she had been awakened from a profound sleep because her heart starts beating vehemently against her chest, pumping blood to her cheeks to tint them with a slight pink hue, her brain going so fast not even she understands what's happening.

<I'm dreaming> she thought, it wouldn't be the first time. She pinches her wrist, but Julieta's still there, telling her something she can't hear thanks to the commotion a simple name caused in her insides: happiness, delight, guilt, despair, anger, and so much more piles up in her chest. She wanted to see him, hug him, kiss him, tell him how much she had missed him and how sorry she was for not arriving that night. And it's precisely the memory of that night that makes her smile fade and her face go pale, a hole replacing the butterflies in her stomach.

"Let me go look for him, I saw him with Luisa a few minutes ago." Julieta turns around, but the man had run to hide already.

"I have to go, I left the children alone." It was a lie, Amparo, her sister, had stayed at home with her husband to look after them.

Heart racing, she turned around and nearly ran downhill, leaving Julieta confused and puzzled: She'd expected another response given the way she had reacted years ago when she found out about the disappearance of the youngest triplet.

<He hates me> she kept repeating as she walked between the townspeople <He hates me more than anything>. She had learned to live with that thought over time, but it was one thing to suspect and another to confirm. There was nothing she wanted more in the world than to see him, but she didn't think she could bear his disdain and rejection; she'd rather die before seeing the slightest hint of resentment in his eyes.

<She hates me> Bruno torments himself with made-up scenarios. <She hates me as I've never been hated before, and that's saying a lot.> Had she received his farewell letter? And even if she did, would it make any difference? He'd left her with little to no explanation, the only person who saw him with tender eyes and not as a bad omen, she who had dared to defy reason to devote herself in heart, mind and body to him, to whom he vowed marriage... To ultimately disappoint her like he did with everyone else.

He didn't deserve to see her, (Y/N) probably didn't want to either, and he could live with the hatred of the entire Encanto - with being perceived as a cold and calculating monster - but not hers. Bruno wasn't strong enough to look her in the eyes, once burning with love for him, and only find rage and repulsion.

Their minds went back to the first day, eleven years ago, when their lives crossed at the same place that now lies in ruins behind them.

<I'm sorry for falling in love with you, mi Mariposita> Said his last letter. <You deserve better than me>

And as she disappeared between the houses and the crowd, his words seemed truer than ever to him.

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #fluff #angst #bruno madrigal x y/n #bruno madrigal x female reader #los madrigal

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analviel · 2 years

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Thinking of Encanto Pepa Madrigal and how thunder hurts her eldest child and lightning is just not a good thing to have around kids, how the first time Camillo was just slightly too much and Pepa was really only slightly annoyed and then he's suddenly crying, his newly received powers going hay-wire because his mother's cloud zapped him and Pepa was so scared and screaming for her sister Julieta just like she has done so many times before (when Bruno says something that spooks her and he's left munching on Julieta's hastily prepared meals) and her being so hesitant when carrying Antonio and loving him from a distance as best as she could so it's Felix and Mirabel and his siblings that hugged him the most when he's growing up.

Thinking of how the first few days and then weeks and then eventually years after her failed coming of age, Mirabel never got to carry much of anything because Luisa always did it in her stead because her little sister doesn't have a gift but Luisa is the strongest and it's done out of love but Mirabel will always remember how it feels like to be treated as helpless and in the way (just the generally albeist treatment of Mirabel her whole life, a mixture of overprotectiveness and exasperation because everything has to be done for her because she's missing something everyone else has so it must mean she can't do anything).

How Camillo eventually got used to being told of how they 'need another-' and never really heard anyone ever 'need a Camillo'. He's never had trouble returning to his original form because magic, but there are long moments where he doesn't need to and sometimes that scares him just a tiny bit.

Of the first time Isabella heard the word perfect in association to her and the many imperfect things she'd done before she got the hang of what perfect is supposed to look like, and stand, and talk, and walk, and eat, and smile, and breathe.

When Luisa was first complimented of how strong she was and the second and the third and when was the last time anyone has called her pretty, or complimented the color combination she'd thought over last night, or even how she arranged the city structures into pleasing and practical patterns and designs.

Dolores hearing too much as a kid and she repeats one wrong thing and the frown on the others' faces and their eyes as they realized what they don't want her to hear and knowing they'd have no choice in it, and having to learn which and how much is she allowed to admit to knowing and knowing things she'd rather not and then knowing things she'd rather not so it's better to keep it all in.

Julieta picking up after everyone and there's honestly nothing she'd rather be doing except her brother is missing, lost, gone and her mother is always hard on her daughter who's never done anything but strive for the same expectations Julieta had once chased after too, and her eldest is holding in too much of herself, her second is holding up too much, and nothing is holding Mirabel and she fears for her youngest eventually drifting away -pushed away like her brother must've/could've been.

Do they even have friends, how hard must it be to be held in a pedestal -gods, protectors, leaders- by the entire community your family established and still upkeep, with responsibilities (not unlike that of royalties in amount if not in the exact act) expected of you, who do you go to when everything becomes too much, because everyone in your family already is holding too much.

And Abuela fearing every day for that moment when they lose what had made them, of all people, deserving of all these gifts (she doesn't know what that is, not yet), terrified of the life they had come from and what they could return to, seeing and hearing and feeling Pedro's last moments and the possibility of it being Pepa/Bruno/Julieta/Isabella/Dolores/Luisa/Camillo/Mirabel/Antonio being in his place one day, with her having to watch their backs to her as they're run down and cut down and her screams multiplied to a thousand by the rest of the families.

#encanto #pepa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camillo madrigal #encanto disney #and i write #juleita madrigal #felix madrigal #mirabel madrigal #augustin madrigal #abuela #alma madrigal #isabella madrigal #luisa madrigal #antonio madrigal #pedro madrigal

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iamthemain-character · 2 years

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i’m so so sorry with how long it’s taken for me to write this, but here it is. i really appreciate all the support you’ve shown to all of my writing, and i hope you enjoy this piece :)

Darling, You’re the One I Want

bruno madrigal x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: none

requested by @mary1raven <3

Bruno would never forget Y/n; first, they were the first person he ever had a vision of, and second, he loved them more than anything else in the world.

When Bruno touched his doorknob, green scenes flashed before his eyes as his new gift enveloped him and his body was flooded with the miracle’s magic. It was only a few seconds, but there was person standing in front of him, arms reached out and a smile on their face, despite the fact that they were crying. When the vision faded, Bruno’s eyes faded to see his door glowing and a greenish glass imprint of his vision in his hands. His two sisters soon gathered around him as they excitedly chattered about their gifts and their magical rooms, but Bruno couldn’t shake the image of the person from his head.

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Bruno was tired; in the 6 years since he had received his gift, more and more people asked him to look into their futures. Mamá had ingrained it into the triplet’s minds how important it was to share the blessings of the miracle with the village, but Bruno felt that if he had to have one more vision he’d rip his eyes out. With a loud sigh, he flopped down onto the ground; picking at his ruana, Bruno tried to clear his head.

Suddenly there was a rustle to his left, and Bruno looked out of the corner of his eye to see sandal-clad feet approaching him. Looking up, Bruno saw a young person with y/h/c about his age. As their eyes met, the person’s mouth quirked up in a little half smile.

Bruno sighed, preparing for the worst. “Let me guess, you want me to see your future.”

“Oh, uh, no- no thank you.”

Bruno’s head snapped up in surprise, his jaw slack. “You what”

Carefully the stranger sat down on the ground next to Bruno, brushing off their clothes. “I don’t really want to know my future. I guess I kind of like just seeing what happens day to day. Tomorrow will come when tomorrow comes.”

Bruno was in complete and total shock; everyone he’d ever met wanted to know their future, and here was a person who didn’t even care.

Shyly the stranger offered out their hand to Bruno. “I’m Y/n by the way.”

“Bruno, Bruno Madrigal.”

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That fateful day turned out to be the start of a glorious friendship. Bruno and Y/n did everything together growing up, and Y/n soon became like family to the Madrigals. As both grew into adulthood, Bruno found his feelings extending beyond friendship, and he soon had a crush on Y/n. He was afraid of ruining their friendship, so he remained silent, hoping one day they would turn around to tell him that they loved him.

Even just having Y/n as a friend meant more to Bruno than anything else in the world; with time, animosity grew in the Encanto as Bruno shared his visions. Most of the visions had opposite outcomes to what the people wanted, and they blamed Bruno. Even his family turned on him after his sister’s disastrous wedding day. Feeling like an outcast, Bruno came to lean on Y/n, who never wavered in their adoration of him. With them, Bruno felt loved and accepted just as he was.

But when Mirabel didn’t get her gift, and Bruno couldn’t find a definite answer for his mother, he couldn’t take it anymore. He knew it would be best for everyone if he just left. Without a word or a sign he was suddenly gone, and it broke Y/n’s heart. They spent hours searching for him, calling out his name until their voice went hoarse.

As time went on, everyone just assumed Bruno was gone for good, and Y/n lost hope of their best friend returning to them. The Madrigal family still welcomed Y/n as part of the family, but they never step foot into Casita ever again. Everything about the magical house was a painful reminder of Bruno and the emptiness he left behind. Y/n learned to live day by day, but the people of the encanto would talk of how Y/n would never be the same again.

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The encanto was in trouble, and Casita was gone. Just like every other person in town, Y/n came to help the powerless Madrigal’s in building a new home. Slowly Y/n helped raise the walls and fill the house with furniture and food so that the family who had given so much would be able to live in comfort as they got back on their feet.

Y/n was coming down the ladder from the roof when suddenly their foot slipped and they went falling; just before they could hit the ground, however, the collided with another body. Both went crashing down to the ground, a loud “oomph” coming from the unfortunate person underneath them.

“Oh my goodness, I am so so sorry, I-“

Suddenly the words stuck in Y/n’s throat as they looked at the person who had broken their fall. A pair of round, brown eyes peered up at them from under dark curly hair. Their heart starting racing as they realized it was their own Bruno who they loved and adored.

Nervously Bruno’s eyes flicked back and forth across Y/n’s face, anxiously waiting for them to say something. As he set them down, he cautiously whispered, “Are you okay?”

Suddenly Y/n threw their arms around Bruno’s shoulders, pulling him in as close as possible. Tears spilled onto his shoulder as the held him as tightly as possible, scared that he would disappear again.

Finally Y/n took a step back, cupping Bruno’s face with their hands. “I’ve missed you so so much.”

Bruno looked surprised; he wasn’t expecting this warm welcome after everything he had put Y/n through. “I’ve missed you too. I’m-I’m so sorry I left you behind, I just thought…..well I just thought you’d be better off without me.”

Y/n put their forehead against Bruno’s and smiled. “You are the better half of me Bruno, and I have hoped you would come back every day. And you have to know, I have loved you since the day we met. I’m sorry it took me 40 years to say it.”

Bruno’s eyes went wide at Y/n’s confession; the person he loved had been in love with him all this time? His heart pounding, Bruno leaned forward and touched his lips briefly to Y/n’s. “Mi amor, I have been in love with you too.” Bruno blushed madly as he confessed his feelings, shy and new at love.

Y/n’s smile grew, and she hugged Bruno again. Laughing, the two spun around and around until they were dizzy. They heard Abuela calling the family together, and so Y/n kissed Bruno’s cheek and took his hand.

“Come on, the future awaits us.”

#encanto #disney encanto #bruno #bruno madrigal #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #the madrigals

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encanto17 · 2 years

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Some Headcanons/Fanfic Inspos About Julieta & Agustín's Relationship ;)

Ok so I'm hoping this sounds good cuz I've never written anything like this, and feel free to do with them what you want. If you write a full-length fic you can (don't have to) tag me, but I would love to see it XD I might write a few "real" fics later on here and/or when I get an AO3 account, but until then, enjoy these! Also, I'm really sorry if there's a lot here. I got excited to write this XD I guess you can consider this just a fanfic plot without dialogue and things XD

These aren't really based off of the movie so don't come at me, this is just for fun and to write some ideas down. There might be some Encanto spoilers too!!!

Before:

Agustín was born in Bogotá to Spaniard parents, and he had three older sisters

His family was upper-class

While he had heard stories of the "Encanto", no one really believed them because they were viewed as local legends

He was always a bit clumsy and sometimes a little stupid, but he was very kind and friendly to everyone

He never really had a love interest while growing up, but he did love nature (except bees. He was allergic to bees.)

Being fully honest, he struggled to get along with his family

He ended up studying to become a biologist, and he was traveling throughout South America for his studies

How They Met:

He got a little lost once when he was around 20, and he ended up in a small, isolated town

While in town, he was attacked by bees... so that didn't go so well

A group of young children of the village started yelling for "Julieta" because she could take care of him

When Agustín saw her, he instantly fell in love

She handed him a buñuelo and he was shocked that his bee stings felt better

Julieta refused to tell him of her powers knowing that he was an "outsider" and was afraid that news of the town would get out

That didn't matter because the kids told him all that was up

He honestly didn't care about the magic or powers, he just loved Julieta with all his heart

He stayed in town until night fell, and because he was a little lost, a local family let him stay for the night

He used this as an opportunity to win over Julieta by staying in town for a few days to research a "special flower"- there was no special flower, he just wanted to stay there

On the third day of his visit, he saw her and her sister, Pepa, in town and so he took the opportunity to make his mark

Julieta thought he was sweet but not much else

Dating:

Pepa jokingly convinced her sister to go on a date with him, so she obliged

While Agustín was very excited, Julieta was doing it mostly for the laughs

They had a romantic dinner that night, and afterwards, Julieta realized that she might like him back

They spent the next two days hanging out, with Julieta still playing hard to get, but she introduced him to her family

The family mostly liked him, though Julieta's brother, Bruno, was a little worried he just wanted her healing food

Finally, he decided it was time to go home, so Julieta confessed her love for him, and made him promise to return to the Encanto

For the next year, they communicated with love letters

On the one year anniversary of their first letter, Agustín surprised Julieta with his first visit

While there, he learns that Pepa has a boyfriend herself, from the town

Her boyfriend is a bit of a romantic, and Agustín becomes worried that Julieta would look for someone more like him, and so he gets very clingy and gives her a lot of gifts

After a week-long trip, he returns to Bogotá for three months, still communicating with letters, before he moves to a town near the Encanto to be near Julieta but not *too near*

Now that he can see her two or three times a week, he bonds with her family and friends, epescially Félix, Pepa's boyfriend

He kind of struggled to bond with Bruno, however, even though Bruno had warmed up to him

Their personalities were so different that they just kinda were awkward and had clumsy conversations

After two years of living near Julieta, he receives Alma's permission to marry

Engagement & Wedding:

He surprises Julieta in a romantic little spot near his village and she, of course, says yes

They spend the first three months of their engagement as they had the past two years, as they work out the details of their wedding

For the next three months, Agustín stayed in Bogotá packing up his things

Towards the end of that time, Julieta visits him for a week

This is the first time that she meets his family, and while they get along, the family would prefer that they didn't get married

With this in mind, they agree to not share the news about her magical gift

Then, for the next six months, Agustín returns to his village near hers

Pepa takes this time to work on adding some new space to Casita

Bruno tried to communicate with his brother-in-law more, and they figured out how to be friends, even though Agustín didn't necessarily understand him

Finally, they get married at the local church, and Agustín's family decides not to come because this village was "too low-class"

Of course, Pepa is Julieta's maid of honor

In keeping with tradition, Agustín asks Bruno to be the best man, but he denies due to nerves, so Félix ends up taking that position

The flower girl and ring bearer are from the group of kids that saw Agustín with the bees

While the ceremony is calm and traditional, the reception is full-on chaos and fun

During the reception at Casita, Bruno goes up and hides in his room because it was too noisy, but Félix goes and gets him

Later on in the night/early morning, after many have gone home, Félix ends up proposing to Pepa (and of course she says yes, too!)

They end up skipping the honeymoon but choose to explore the village more

The Early Years of Marriage:

The first four years of marriage were fairly calm

Two years into it, Félix and Pepa get married

Agustín and Félix became absolute best friends, bringing chaos into every situation

As time goes on, Agustín warms up to Bruno's "quirks", somewhat because Félix insisted that he was included in every adventure

Agustín and Julieta went on a lot of romantic double dates with Félix and Pepa

Three years after the wedding, Agustín takes Julieta to Bogotá for a week to see his family and meet his newest nieces and nephews

It turns out his family still wasn't very happy with him, so after three days, they went to explore the city, keeping Julieta and her family and village a secret

A few months after that, Julieta finds out that she is pregnant, and Agustín cannot wait to be a papá

He was very nervous, and was constantly taking care of his wife and baby

He always hoped for a daughter

When baby Isabela was born, he was so excited to have a little girl

He was very protective of his baby, and carried her everywhere

His theory is that, the reason why she has flowers as her gift, is because of the lie he told Julieta so that he could stay in the village

After her Gift Ceremony, Agustín admitted to his family that that was a lie

Ok so I hope that was good!!! I know that was choppy and things but hopefully that can give you some ideas, and maybe give me some ideas too XD If you want any expansions on any of this, or ideas for future hcs, let me know! Thank you for reading!!! :D

#encanto #encanto disney #disney encanto #encanto julieta #encanto agustín #encanto pepa #encanto felix #encanto alma #encanto bruno #encanto hcs #encanto headcanons #encanto fanfics #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfic ideas #the madrigals #casita madrigal #encanto movie #encanto pelicula

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Got the TABF Encanto AU on my mind. There’s so much stuff I have no idea how would go, but the one thing I know for sure is that I want Fortune in Bruno’s role and Midoriya in Mirabel’s role.

I also want Aizawa & Shinsou to be Fortune’s older and younger brothers. Shinsou is five years younger than her while Aizawa is three years older than her.

Fortune always felt bad for her brothers since, like Bruno, she wasn’t very popular amongst the townsfolk and she hated that her brothers had to be associated with someone like her. She loves her brothers very much and always tried very hard to be someone they wouldn’t be ashamed to call sister.

Aizawa & Shinsou, of course, could care less about what the townsfolk thought. They love their sister and don’t think it’s right how she gets treated because of her foresight.

Unfortunately, a rift does eventually form between the siblings when Fortune foresees their parents’ deaths. Naturally, everyone blames Fortune when her parents do end up dying.

Her brothers don’t, of course, but their parents’ deaths still had a large emotional impact on them. Due to their personalities, Aizawa & Shinsou close themselves off when they grieve, and Fortune takes that the wrong way, thinking they’ve finally realized what a curse she is.

The final straw is when, not long after that, Midoriya’s fifth birthday happens and he doesn’t receive a power. When Fortune has a vision about what’s to happen to the magic, she decides to go into hiding like Bruno in order to protect Midoriya, figuring that’s the only thing someone like her can do to help her family since she doesn’t want him to be a family outcast like her.

As you can expect, Aizawa & Shinsou deal with a lot of guilt because they blame themselves for Fortune running away. This also leads to them becoming distant with their relatives as well since they also blame the family for the suffering Fortune went through, so while they still stick around and help the town, they don’t do it “happily”.

They had been tempted to leave the house too, but they thought there was a slight chance that Fortune would someday come back. So, while for the first several years they would often leave to search for Fortune, they would always come back to the home they share with their other relatives. Eventually, after enough time passed, the guys stopped their frantic searching, but they couldn’t bring themselves to completely lose hope of seeing Fortune again.

During those ten years, Fortune would do her best to look out for her family from behind the walls. She’d do things she could get away with doing without being discovered such as stroking Shinsou’s hair when he has a nightmare or drape a blanket over Aizawa when he falls asleep somewhere other than his bed.

Even though Fortune still thinks her brothers are better off without her and has no idea about their true feelings for her, she still can’t stop herself from looking after them cause she loves them.

She also looks after Midoriya cause he reminds her a lot of herself since he still ends up becoming an outcast despite her never sharing that vision she had of him. She never reveals herself to him but does everything she can to support him.

Like in TABF, Fortune comes to admire Midoriya because she thinks he’s so much stronger than her due to him being able to handle his situation better than how she handled hers.

Taking care of him and her brothers is what gets Fortune through those ten years and helps her keep going despite how dreary her circumstances are.

#TABF AU #encanto AU #what a depressing AU lol #poor fortune #so much angst #the only thing that makes this bearable #is imagining the eventual reunion between the siblings #there would be so many feels #also for the record #shinsou and midoriya aren't the same age in this AU #shinsou's older cause I didn't want him to be little when fortune left #so shinsou's thirteen when midoriya turns five #fortune's eighteen when she runs away #I have no idea what I should make shinsou's and aizawa's powers be #cause their quirks wouldn't really be useful in the encanto setting lol #so I'll just need ot think on that haha

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laurensxox · 3 years

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Fandom :: The Arcana

Pairing :: Julian Devorak x Reader (Not Apprentice)

Requested? :: no

Warning/s :: Julian's Route (Upright) and New Tale Spoilers, Named Apprentice, Female Reader, Chronic Illness, Swearing, Author is projecting their longing

Genre :: Angst

Summary :: Julian spends the night reminiscing over childhood memories and longing to go back to the past where he was in Nevivon again, playing as carefree as one can be with the one person he truly cared about other than his younger sister

Author's Note :: Stark, if you're reading this, I'm fighting you for this dramatic, self-sacrificing dumbdumb-

Song Inspiration :: Talking to the Moon by Bruno Mars

Portia's Cottage :: Just After Sundown

A chuckle left the auburn haired man as he watches Pasha relay stories of their childhood to their friends, informing them of how they were raised by a group of grandmothers and how their parents actually perished from a shipwreck caused by a rather strong storm. Mazelinka quickly add in how much of a troublemaker the two of them has become as the years pass by, didn't even waste the chance to tell them about the tooth fairy situation which caused Julian to go beet red in mild embarassment. Their friends were in no need to know that story!

Shaking his head, he let a more genuine smile form on his face. As embarrassed as he is right now, he was happy to see everyone laughing jovially without the fear of Lucio's plans with the Devil weighing on their shoulders. A warm sensation forms in his chest as he tries to hold in his laughter as Pasha nearly slips on her feet with her excitement to share their history. It was nice to be able to just laugh and and thrive in the positive energy inside the cottage! Even Muriel, their very introverted friend, seems to be relaxed as he lets Allen (Apprentice) braid his hair using flower stems while Asra leans on his side.

Looking at the trio and sensing the strong forming bond between Pasha and the Countess, Julian couldn't help the small pang of longing swell somewhere within himself. He couldn't stop his mind from pushing forward memories he tried to bury and lock away.

"Ilya, help! I'm slipping!"

"Don't worry, I'll catch you!"

The longing pang quickly turned to pain as the memories rushes back to the surface. He could feel his hand start to tremble as the formerly locked away memories barrels it's way to the front of his mind. Jumbled memories of playing tag and tending to scraped knees should have made him feel fond but it makes feel nothing but longing. Longing for a time and companionship he knows he'll never be able to have again.

Taking a deep breath, he hadn't noticed that he had closed his eyes until he opened them. With him being occupied with trying to stir himself away from the path of self-loathing once again, he hadn't noticed how quiet the cottage had gotten, its other residents looking at him with concerned eyes. Not even the Familiars scattered in the room made a noise.

He forced a laugh to ease the sudden change of atmosphere in the cottage, hoping it sounded convincing enough to clear the concern away from his family and friends' eyes. While he has come to terms that it's okay to ask and receive help instead of keeping things to himself, he still struggles with it. And it was obvious with the way he tries to act like he was okay, that he wasn't just bombarded with memories he doesn't want to remember.

"What is with that look, my dear friends? I am perfectly well, no worries!" he exclaimed, giving them his usual smirk and raised eyebrow, internally hoping it'll be enough to convince them that there was nothing to be concerned about. "There is nothing in this world that this handsome and smart devil can't handle!" His little comment about himself seems to be the right thing to say as his friends immediately rolled their eyes in fond exasperation. Although, by the look of his sister and honorary grandmother, he guessed that they have seen right through him and he can already see his funeral-

He gave a small sigh and let a small weary look replace his earlier expression, "I'll just head outside to take in a quick breath of fresh air," he said as he quickly exited the cottage before his two family member could say anything. Knowing that they'll probably just follow right after him, he quickly made his way away from the cottage and into the hedge maze by the palace gardens. It took him a while to get to the center but he was relieved to see it empty. Consul Valerius has taken to drinking his usual wine there in this time so he was quite happy to see that for once, the Consul broke his routine. He needed to be alone right now.

Taking a seat in one of the chairs surrounding a rounded table, he crossed his arms on the table and used it to rest his head upon. Taking another deep breath to calm his racing heart, he closed his eyes.

Maybe he needs to stop locking away these memories, he has only done so before due to his need to focus on finding the cure for the plague and then having to focus to not get caught by the patrolling palace guards when he was still a wanted convict. The memories and the longing for his childhood best friend used to be a big distraction for him while he was still working under Valdemar.

He didn't need to do any of those anymore... So maybe...

The soft rapid footsteps echoed in the small forest near the town of Nevivon, followed by the childish giggling of two children. Both children wore a tattered white sheet of cloth, the corners wrapped around their necks in a way that resembles that of a cape. Whilst in their heads rests crudely made paper crowns.

Young Julian and his best friend, (Y/N), were already considered too old for these kind of games by some of the grandmas and fellow children but the two gave them no mind, choosing to continue living in their fantasy world until they were truly too old for it.

The two children stopped once they have reached the center of the forest where a small meadow hides in. It was decorated by dozens of wild flowers and the breeze were always refreshing. The two has deemed this as their spot when they had first found it years ago, back when they were much younger.

They call the meadow as their kingdom, where they are the rulers, side by side as King and Queen. The wild flowers are their loyal subjects and sometimes, when Pasha joins them, she acts as their ambassador.

Young Julian kneeled as they reach the very center that they always keep clean, it was their designated throne room. The young boy carefully plucked a blue hued flower from the ground, he didn't know what kind of flower it was but it was pretty, a perfect gift for his 'Queen'

As if mocking the reminiscing man, right across from him and innocently clinging to the hedge wall was the very same flower that he had picked back then. He didn't know if he wants to sneer at it or be fond of it. He wished he has a glass of Salty Bitters right now, maybe he should have headed to Rowdy Raven instead of here.

"Would you have approved of the man that I have become, (Y/N)?" he whispered as he stares at the flower, as if it would miraculously turn into his childhood friend and answer him. Maybe that was possible? Allen did transform him into Asra back then, would the illusion work on a plant as well? But then again, that will be all it'll ever be. Just an illusion.

The grandmas all exchanged fond gazes as they watch their resident troublemakers sing songs with all their heart, their love for the dramatic was very much obvious at that moment.

Little Portia was banging on pots like drums by the sidelines, sometimes singing some lines as well when prompted by either her older brother or the girl she was starting to see as her older sister.

He stood up from his place and started to make his way out of maze. He wasn't going to go back in the cottage nor was he in any hurry, he just felt too restless to stay sitted in one place. He has gotten used to always moving around with all his running from guards and fighting a Major Arcana. But before he went back to trying to find his way in the maze, he stopped in front of the flower that he has been staring at.

It was a small flower with 6 petals that looks blue and violet at the same time, the bud in the middle was light green in color and it was the only flower growing in the hedge. From what Julian remembers, these flowers grow in bundles. So to see one so alone, well, it didn't help the growing hole inside him.

Gently plucking the flower like he did so in his childhood, he observed the flower a little more before making his way back into maze, taking the small flower with him. Surely, the Countess would not mind him plucking such a small wild flower, now would she?

Julian looked up from his book as he felt something soft being places om his hair, looking up, he saw (Y/N) placing what looks to be a bunch of flowers weaved together in a circlet manner on top of his head. Something similar on her own head as well.

"What are you doing, peanut?" he asked the girl, gently closing his book and waiting for the other to finish adjusting the flowers. He had taken to calling her 'Peanut' after he had caught her trying to sneakily take the peanuts in the communal pantry. He didn't snitch to the grandmas, of course.

"Just adjusting your flower crown, bum-bum" she answered, making small more adjustments before appearing satisfied that the flower crown both looks good and will surely stay on her friend's head when they begin to trek their way home later.

The Doctor surprisingly got out pretty easy, definitely faster than when he was first trying to get to the heart of the maze. Looking down at the flower, he let a sad smile adorn his face.

"I suppose even after all these years, you're still my lucky charm, huh, (Y/N)?" he mumbled under his breath, giving the one of the petals a small kiss before continuing to walk.

He didn't really have a destination, the palace grounds was vast and there are still some areas of it that he hasn't been to. Maybe a little exploring wouldn't hurt? He hopes Pasha wouldn't get too worried if he takes too long to get back to her cottage, he does often find himself in troubling situations.

"You know what? I wouldn't even ask how you manage to be in this situation." (Y/N) said, crossing her arms as she narrows her eyes at the boy dangling before her.

Julian had, at that moment, managed to get himself tangled in the vines surrounding the branches of the tree. Truth be told, he was trying to climb the tree in order to get fresh fruits for his sister and best friend. But when he finally managed to get on a branch, a crow suddenly flew out of its nest and caused him to go off balance, fortunately being caught by the vines, no matter how tangled up he got.

He wouldn't tell her that though, lord knows she wouldn't let him live it down.

"Why, my dear peanut, I was just trying to see how strong these vines are and if they would make a good rope!" It was honestly a good excuse for him, but apprently not good enough for (Y/N) as she just raised her eyebrow at him, clearly not believing him.

After a good bit of exploring, he manages to find himself near the fountains where he saw the trio couple making their way back to the palace. Were they on their way home already? How long has he been outside? Shaking his head, he called for their attention and made his way to them.

"Going home already?" he asked, raising a brow as he observes the many colorful flowers adoring Muriel's hair. It was quite a new look on the tall man but it surprisingly suits him. Seeing his friend give him a narrowed look, he moved his gaze to the two magicians.

"Yeah, I'm feeling quite a bit tired already and Asra wanted to do a quick inventory of the stocks we have left in the shop" Allen explained, moving to lightly keep their wild green hair out of their sight. It was getting a little long, they might need a cut soon. "Though, we don't plan to stay there for the whole night, just a quick inventory and dinner then straight to Muri's where we'll sleep for tonight" the apprentice added, giving the taller doctor a smile.

"I see, I see! Well, don't let me hold you back for any longer, have a safe walk home!" he exclaimed, moving to walk further before he was stopped by a gentle grip on his wrist. Turning back, he saw that it was Allen who held him back. He could see the concern swirling in their green eyes but the smile never faltered away from their face. "Yes, dear?" he asked.

"You know you can talk to us if there's something bothering you, right? You don't have to if you're not comfortable but just remember that we're here, okay?" Moved by their words, Julian pulled them into a sideway hug and let out a genuine laugh. He was so lucky to have his friends. Sometimes he still thinks he doesn't deserve them but he knew to keep it to himself for now. He didn't fancy sitting through another lecture session about his self worth by his sister again.

"Aw, Allen, don't you worry about lil 'ol me! I'm quite alright now!" That was a lie, he was far from alright, but his friend doesn't need to know that. "I may talk to Pasha and Mazelinka about it so no need to worry that cute little head of yours" That seemed to settle the Apprentice as they pulled away from the hug and gave his arm one last pat before moving to stand between their partners.

"You should do that now before Portia wears a hole in her carpet with how much she's pacing when we left" Asra said before he and the other two gave the auburn haired man one last wave and left.

Deciding to do as his magician friend said, he started his way back to his sister's cottage. Earlier was such a good day, it wouldn't do to plague his sister with worries and sour up the light mood. He already did that earlier before he walked out, best not make it worse.

Looking up at the dark sky, he smiled as he admires the scattered stars. It was a beautiful night, the full moon was giving the world such a soft look and it made things seem so peaceful. It made him feel like he was back to laying in the meadow near Nevivon. Like he was laying next to... Next to...

He wasn't able to wipe away his tears before they begun to fall down his cheeks. A sob fought its way out of his throat as he falls to a crouch.

Fuck, he wants to go back. He really really wants to go back-

Julian observed the wide sky and the many stars on them, it was a beautiful night and the night breeze was cold and as he lays on the equally cool grass of the meadow, it soothes his heated skin. It made him sigh in contentment, what more could he want?

Looking at his left, he smiled as he sees his sleeping sister. The little girl had decided to join them that night in their nightly star gazing but it didn't take long before she fell asleep, not used to staying up later than her bedtime. He'll have to carry her home later on.

The sight on his right took his breath away. Blush rushed to his face as he seems to see his best friend in a completely different light.

There, laying beside him, was (Y/N). The moonlight was softly hitting her face, and it made her (eye color) so much more brighter like gems, like the stars that littered the dark sky above them. Her laugh as she continues to talk about the astrology that she learned from Mazelinka, sounds like soothing bells to his ears.

Since when has his peanut became this... pretty?

He longs to be in her arms again, he longs to hear her voice again. No doubt it would still sound like music to his ears. He wants to make flower crowns again, he wants to play king and queen again, he wants to stargaze with her again, he wants to sneakily steal cookies, hangout by the hot springs, pick flowers for the grandmas, share lessons with Lilinka, he wants to...

He really wants to see her again.

Julian sat on her bed by her side, his hand gently holding her weaker and much fragile one, her illness eating away her strength. Her ring finger still holds the flower ring he had made earlier that week, it was already wilting but the girl refuses to take it off.

"I made up my mind." he said, breaking the solemn silence in the room. It made the other look at him curiously, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I'll take the offer to study medicine in Prakra" he explained, finally looking at his best friend and secretly, the girl who has his heart in her gentle grip for he doesn't think his bestfriend could ever be harsh, other than when she's twisting his ear for getting in trouble without her

But he can't, he knew he can't. She probably hates him, gotten word of his 'crimes' and no longer sees him as her best friend. But as a murderer, a plague doctor who assisted his superior on experimenting to dying plague victims in search of the cure.

She probably already has a family of her own now, has 3 children like she once said she wanted. Probably has a nice spouse that always makes her laugh and will never hurt her. A spouse that doesn't have their sins still haunting them in every step and breath they take.

"You're leaving me?" the pain in her voice was clear, she was hurt at the thought. They had planned to wait for her to be cured before they decide to go out of their hometown to travel, to study medicine like they always dreamed of.

"Not for long, I know we planned to study together but..." He took a deep breath, "I'm doing this for you, (Y/N), I want to study now for you"

Silence filled the room once again.

Julian clutched up at his coat, the place right over his heart where it hurts the most. He had completely fallen to his knees, tears continues to drip down to the ground from his eyes, his other hand gripping the ground.

Whispered apologies leaving his mouth over and over again.

"Promise me you'll come back? That you won't forget about me?"

Julian stared at his love's dull but hopeful (eye color) orbs, hisbhand momentarily leaving hers to gently caress her cheek.

"I'm so sorry... (Y/N), I'm so sorry..."

"I promise"

"I broke our promise... I'm so sorry, my love..."

[...]

Meanwhile, in the same meadow of Julian's memories, sits a much grown up version of the girl in his memories. Body trembling as sobs come right after one another, clutching a bundle of those same blue wildflowers to her chest. Her eyes tightly shut as tears falls to the ground of her childhood. The girl looked up, staring at the same moon that Julian was previously admiring.

"Where are you, Ilya? I thought you'll come back... You promised... You promised..."

Anyone interested in a reunion sequel? 👀

My apologies if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, I just woke up when I finished this lol

Anyways, I hope you all liked this! Let me know what you think, don't be shy! 💙

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xlatrina · 2 years

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ENCANTO SPOILERS/SEMI SPOILERS

Mk so honestly I love the movie like almost everybody else and they mama I SWEAR I DO but like --

Maybe it’s just me but why do I feel like Bruno (and his relationship to Mirabel) was kind of sort of made to seem REALLY, REALLY IMPORTANT and yet... kind of wasn’t? I mean it WAS but like... not AS IMPORTANT as I thought it was to be?

Like, Bruno doesn’t appear until like halfway through the movie, and then, his scenes with Mirabel are almost all pretty curt --somewhat significant I suppose, but still pretty brief. Like they literally ONLY interact for Mirabel to receive her prophecy.

I guess it kind of bothers me because like... IDK, if Mirabel’s fate regarding the existence of magic in the household/preservation of the Casita was all dependent on whether or not she could make up with her sister, Isabella, then like... well, obviously, Bruno wasn’t necessarily as important as we all thought, huh?

I guess my thing is this -- the fate of Mirabel and the Casita could’ve been more like (IMO):

A) Mirabel’s prophecy was hers alone --she doesn’t need to hug Isabella (of all people) or anything like that; literally it could’ve been as simple as the magic exists in the household because of everyone’s bond with each other, and so the more the family (lowkey) bullies Mirabel, the more she falls into a depressive state and begins to distance herself from the family. Perhaps her choosing to leave or stay is what is making the magic waver.

B) Essentially plot A but Bruno is actually important; since he was teased sooo much and even has a whole song dedicated to his foreseeing abilities in the movies, let’s make his relationship to Mirabel so much more personal and emotional! Like, maybe he is absolutely TERRIFIED (as he was canonically!) to have SUDDENLY met her; but as he warms up to his niece, he begins to grow attached to her. After all, he loves his family despite them shunning him, and with Mirabel being the only one so open to seeking him and his knowledge out, he can’t help but want to be there for her. The easiest way he thinks to do so is by helping her through her prophecy and being her guide. Maybe it’s the relationship that Mirabel forms with Bruno that ultimately leads her into either saving the magic or not.

Perhaps Bruno is kinda forced to hang around in the open again in order to be beside Mirabel, and the parallels between him and his niece become even more obvious as Bruno gets ‘bullied’ (if you will) by everyone else (in other words, he won’t get an immediate warm welcome the way he did in the movie) --despite the bullying, Bruno takes it to the chin and wants to show people that they’re wrong about him, believing that if he can become the best Bruno he can be for his niece, then surely he can do the same for everyone else. Yet, Mirabel wants to shut herself away from her family --it would be as if she and Bruno were switching places. But ultimately, the Casita needs everyone to reconcile and come together in order to restore the magic.

C) If Isabella is gonna be even remotely important, I think I’d like her involvement to be bigger than just the dinner leading up to her proposal and then a little song about her powers... IDK prolly just me, but the whole “hugging Isabella to fix the magic and fulfill the prophecy” thing just kinda made me... I don’t even know how to explain it, it just didn’t scratch that itch for me!! So I honestly feel like it could’ve been done better!!

Anyway, I’m leaving this here cuz this post is getting soooo long

#encanto #encanto spoilers #bruno #isabella #maribel #casita #SPOILERS

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Okay! Imagine! Mista with a S/o that IS Bruno's little sister

> As Bruno’s sister, you respect and appreciate your fratellone.

> He made sure to give you plenty attention when the two of you were younger and in a way, he’s very protective of you. When your father became disabled from the gunshot wounds, Bruno basically raised you and made sure you continue your education. Growing up, it eventually clicked that your older brother was working for the mafia. How else can such a young man his age able to afford your schooling, the nice apartment complex, and your father’s hefty medical bills?

> It made you worried. What if Bruno accidentally cross the wrong people? What if he never came home? You offered to find work, drop out of school, or just do something to ease the burden. You even offered to join Passione but your brother particularly seethed at the idea. “Under absolutely no circumstances will you be doing that, rella. Do me a favor - promise me you will not associate with anyone else in Passione. Am I clear?”

> Swallowing nervously, you promised. He even made you pinky promise.

> Life moved on. Your father passed and Bruno became more committed to his work as he rose through the ranks. Eventually, Bruno found you a nice place in town and paid for your tuition for school. Your essentials were covered. He even made you change your last name so you weren’t associate with him in anyway or form. Bruno always made sure to call you once in day and check in - he was such a mother hen. But you wanted to try to live independently! So you picked up a part time job, perhaps at some cafe, bakery, or restaurant. You didn’t tell your brother about it, since he would throw a fit and tell you to focus on your studies.

> That’s how you met him.

> He was a frequent customer and was quite the looker. A toned body, sun kissed skin, warm dark eyes, and curls peaking out of his hat. He always bought a lot of food - like he had a whole family to feed. But you never questioned it because he was so friendly, maybe a bit too eccentric but endearingly so - sometimes you would sneak him an extra of his favorites. You eventually became aware of his phobia of four and made sure not to give him four of anything. Weeks later, you were bold enough to write your number on a napkin when he made a passing comment how it sucked being single.

> He gave a lopsided smile and asked for your name. You kindly gave it to him and he told you his name. “Guido Mista. I’ll call ya later tonight, Y/N! Maybe we can set up a date or somethin’?”

> When you arrived him, you were eager to receive his call and was pleased when your heard your phone ringing. Eventually, you did set up the date. That date became multiple dates. He started coming over to your apartment and staying the night. It was safe to say the two of you were an item now. There were some questions you would like to ask; why did he have a gun? Why did he talk to himself a lot? How come sometimes he would smell like... iron and death? And god, how much could this man eat? But you assured yourself that it was nothing too serious to fret over. You were just over analyzing.

> Bruno figures out pretty quickly you had a boyfriend and wanted to meet him. But you were quite worried about introducing each other. Your brother was essentially your father figure; he will make it obvious if he approves of your boyfriend or not. You kept postponing dates to meet up - it’s not like you didn’t want Mista to meet Bruno but your brother could be nitpicky about if your lover was good enough for you or not. You didn’t want Guido to feel any pressure from your brother. He was already good enough for you and that’s what matters.

> However Mista is more than eager to introduce you to his familigia. “Well, it’s more like, me and five of dudes but they’re particularly like bros to me!”

> After hearing nothing but praise from your boyfriend, you were looking forward to meeting them as well. When approaching the villa, you wondered how six men in their late teens and early twenties can afford to board such an estate. You were greeted by four other men - a pretty blonde with curls and a braid greeted you, a studious young man in green teaching a messy haired with purple eyes, and a brooding man with long silver hair tuning out the world with his headphones.

> “Finally we can have dinner!” Narancia shouts.

> “Narancia, you dumbass, we have a guest here! And we need to finish this problem here!” Fugo exclaims, looking like he wants to stab the boy.

> “Will the two of you shut up? I can hear you through my headphones and our capo is still doing paperwork upstairs!” Abbacchio takes a glance up at you, “You look quite familiar...” he murmurs.

> Giorno leads you to the kitchen and it smells like your mother’s home meals. You settle in a seat right next to Mista and you can hear your stomach growl. “Our capo was expecting ya and took the time out of his day to make this dish! He’s honestly a really good cook when he wants to be. He’s honestly like, the big brother of this group, aside from Abba over there—“

> “Don’t call me that,” Abbacchio sighs, popping open a bottle of red wine. You giggle - despite the chaos and the energy strumming through the air, you can appreciate how homely it is. You’re growing comfortable already, Mista already has a hold of your hand under the table, happy that everyone so far has been welcoming in their own unique way. You’re growing used the all the noises and clattering of plates, you don’t hear the footsteps approaching. You raise your head up to greet the new presence, only to find a familiar face that looks much like your own. The rest of the gang noticed and perks up, wondering why the two of you look so taken aback.

> “B-Bruno?” you ask in disbelief

> “Huh? Ya know Bucciarati or somethin’, bambina?” your boyfriend ask, swallowing nervously.

> “We do. She’s my sister, after all,” Bruno responds, collecting his composure despite Narancia in the background saying “holy shit that’s your sister?” Even Abbacchio lets out a surprised gasp. Mista is glancing at the two of you, back and forth, the similarities of facial structures and eyes now dawning on the gunslinger. What a small world. And you, on the other hand, are now coming to realization that this must be Bruno’s team. So that means... you’ve been dating a mafioso for the past months now - the gun and the smell of iron (no, blood) made a sense now. And you inadvertently broke Bruno’s promise: to not associate with a gangster.

Perhaps after dinner, we can talk about this.” Oh no. Was he angry? Upset? There was something laced with his words. Dinner passed by with awkward silence, despite how delicious the food was. No wonder it smelled so much like home... You held onto to Mista’s hand, as if to reassure him. And while he couldn’t grasp the entirety of the situation, he tried to sympathize with his capo. He understood why you may have been kept a secret - Passione’s underbelly screamed dangerous and someone would definitely try to use you as bait for Bucciarati. After all, Polpo’s suicide was still being investigated and there have been rumors flying around about how suspicious it was that one of Bruno’s subordinates last saw him alive. This double your risk. Not only was your brother a capo for Passione but your boyfriend was gunslinger for mafia as well.

> After dinner, Bruno wants to talk to Mista alone. You dread whatever his verdict will be and wait outside silently, hoping your brother doesn’t force Mista to cut things off with you. To be frank, you didn’t mind Guido being part of the mafia - sure, it was scary to ponder if your loved one was okay and wonder if they’ll come home alive. But Bruno had survived for this long. Guido definitely had the will to do the same. And you doubt this man would wanna put you in active harm’s way! He cried one time for accidentally hitting your face during a tickle fight once so you knew his motives weren’t ulterior.

> Bruno questioned Mista like it was an interrogation. While he knew his underling was a good man at heart, Bruno couldn’t help but worry for his baby sister - that was his only family left. He was surprised to learn the two of you met at your part time job. Bruno specifically told you not to worry about finances! “Listen Bucciarati, ya sis loves ya. She talks ‘bout what a great guy ya are ‘nd how much you’ve done for her. But... you also been makin’ her feel sheltered. She was so nervous ‘bout us meeting. I... I know ya wanna protect her and so do I! But ya can’t be babyin’ her forever. Ya gotta let her make her own choices. So I ain’t gonna break up with her. That’s up to her, for her to decide, ya know?”

> After reflecting on the younger man’s words, he reluctantly agrees with him. Sure, you are his baby sister but you’re an adult and can make your own decision. You can distinguish what is and isn’t safe. Obviously, you’re not that naive. And perhaps with the gang knowing about your existence, that would grant you extra protection if anything were to happen. He sighs, “Fair enough. But if you break my sister’s heart, I will lock you up in Sticky Finger’s dimension. And make sure you protect her. Understood, Mista?”

> Mista particularly beams. “Understood, capo! Thank ya for blessin’, I promise I’ll take care of her.”

> In the end, you continue to date Mista. It definitely takes awhile to adjust - while your brother is understanding your relationship and respects it, he’ll glare daggers at Mista if he’s being a little too touchy during dinners and outings. You thank Bruno for allowing this relationship and apologize for accidentally breaking that one promise.

> He smiles at you softly, finding it endearing how you kept that to heart. “Well, promise me not to do anything stupid and keep up with your studies, alright?” he offers his pinky to you.

> “Alright, I promise!”

> “Oh, I don’t even think about marriage and kids until you’re done with your studies—“

> “Bruno, hush!”

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