#I like to think that after bruno settled back into the family

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𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑢𝑠 𝐵𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘! 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑟 𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑠

Song Inspiration: Locked Out of Heaven by Bruno Mars, and "Everything works out in the end" ( especially that one and that damned trend in TikTok)

Insipirations: this, this

Warnings: Dumbledore Slander, Reader calling Voldemort "Noseless Bitch", a whole lot of angst at the end, fluff in the beginning.

A/N: I changed my phone and no one told me how hard it's to text on a big and tall phone, I'm crying frustratedly but I'll manage.

"𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑦 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑."

-Gᴀʏʟᴇ Fᴏʀᴍᴀɴ

Sirius Black never felt like he could finally breathe.

It wasn't the rhytmic one his lungs already did by itself, no. It was the breathe of freedom, of all the tortures he went through and goes through to end and have his own life.

Away from his parents and their stupid ideals, if that was possible.

And his wish had come true. When he went into the train that would change his whole life, the 11 year-old boy Sirius wasn't aware what was waiting for him in there.

Three friends that would become his family, and a girl that would become his everything.

After he met and befriended those three boys and settled down with them, he still felt... empty? He wasn't entirely sure at that time, but the older he had gotten, the more he swore that his soul and heart already knew that it was missing its other part.

And that part came in the shape of a girl with unruly hair from running, panting from running to reach the train on time.

"May I seat here- Oh, it's full... I'm sorry to-" you stuttered out nervously, suddenly having the eyes of the four boys made you nervous as you started to take a step back. You were worried you disturbed them by how silent they were but was shocked when one with dark hair shook his head and patted the seat next to him.

"No, no, not all! Here, all the others are probably full anyways, we can fit!" James insisted hurriedly as he pulled Peter towards himself and you smiled, putting your trunk next to the door as you sat down beside the black and brown haired boys who you knew to be Sirius and Remus later when exchanging names.

And you pretended your heart didn't flutter when Sirius smiled at you before he showed you a cool rock he found before he arrived in the gar, as all of you laughed together and hoped that all of you would be in the same house.

Now, you were both a Marauder and also not. At least not in the way the other four were. They loved, even adored, pranking people and running away as chaos ensued whereas you rather sat back down and watched, sometimes assisting them and most often than not, help them out of detention. Because as they always liked to point out Minnie loves you more than any other student even though she refuses the claims of her having favourites.

Which was, in a way, true since she never gave you detention even if she knew the truth behind you standing before her desk with a bored look.

"Sometimes, I wonder how you can be friends with those four Miss Y/L/N..."

"Believe me, professor, I've been asking the same for four years now."

But, behind that golden student persona, laid another personality of yours. One that you didn't show around much but proved you to be a true Marauder...

Your snarky comments.

"I still don't understand why you are having a diet, love? Can you say it again?" Sirius asked as he eyed your plate with... a disgusted look as you frowned and hit his chest playfully. He wore his usual soft and boyish smile as he always did with you and leaned on his hand as he stared at you softly.

"Because I have a large tummy, Sirius, and stop calling me 'love'... It makes every girl here get mad at me." You groaned while continuing to eat, leaving Sirius confused as fuck.

Because, why would you think that the soft tummy he always adored to lay his head on was something to get rid of?

What was this abomination of behaviour?

"But... where will I sleep on? Who will I cuddle with?" He made his best puppy eye imitation as he wobbled his lip under your unimpressed eyes.

"I'm not gonna go and change my whole body, Sirius. I'm just gonna loose some weight. Stop being... dramatic." You had to contain yourself at the end of your sentence at how offended he looked when he let out a huge gasp, making you worry about his poor lungs, as he flipped his hair away. But... It was always nice to see him "agressively" motivate you and cheer for you, since y'know... He was your crush for the past 2 years or so. There were times you wondered what he really saw in you worth to cheer so loudly for, but then you realized how he just showed a rock he found to you when you were 11 and...

It made sense.

Sirius Black, behind that Casanova attitude, was trully a puppy. Adorable and full of love to give... Even if he did it by flirting.

"Then... don't get me wrong, but why are you eating that couldron cake?"James cheekily exclaimed from in front of you as you squeezed your eyes at him threateningly and pointed to him. "You are walking on thin ice, Potter... Any minute that I can go to Lily and-"

"Oh, is that Y/N having another cheat day I see?"

When all of you turned to look at where the voice came from, both you and James didn't back down from spitting a curse at the sight of Julie.

One of the many girls who fought for Sirius' attention and then insulted him when he didn't accept it( which was a shock to not only you and the Marauders, but to the whole school because why would he deny her so suddenly when he was the one flirting with girls all the time?)

Remus did know why, but Sirius made him swear to never talk about it so now, he was just watching as Sirius completely made a fool of himself in front of you every time you were near and snickered to himself.

Now, you were a simple girl who had simple priorities. If someone were to have a problem with your friends, they would have to face you... Just like how you gave hell to those gits who made fun of Remus at your first year and still continued to haunt them. "Getting cheated on by your boyfriend I see?" You noncholantly told her as you took a huge bite of your cake and looked at her with doe eyes as Sirius spurted what he was drinking as he choked, Remus watching you proudly as James' jaw hang open, all of them staring at the girl who had no chance to bully you as usual as she blushed and stuttered, suddenly feeling cornered.

No one had stood up to her after all, which was probably the reason why she had an ego as big as her ass and zero personality like her brain.

"Excuse me?!"

"Yeah, you are worried about the wrong person eating a cake, Julie, because your man is out there eating someone else's cake!" You spitted angrily as she ran away to find wherever her boyfriend was, completely sure that you were fucking with her...

Which you weren't.

"That's my girl." Sirius proudly said as he looked at you in complete adoration and you blushed. Sirius always knew that you were different, different to him and with him. The bond between you two was simply different, more deeper than the one he had with others, especially James.

He didn't let anyone braid his hair, and fall asleep on him( also doimg the same to the other one) after all. Or listened to gossips you had and even adding more to it... Or daydream about them all the time, wondering how it would feel like to kiss-

It was you why he dropped that old persona of his and now was a commited man to you... Not that you knew about that.

His entire focus was now on you, he always followed you around like a puppy and did everything you asked for... or didn't ask for, because in his eyes, you were royalty and you deserved to be treated as one. He carried your books, got you treats from Honeydukes and let you braid his hair which said enough of his feelings already.

And it was cute in your eyes, really. The way he flushed when you beamed at him and thanked him... It would have been better if he didn't demand a kiss every time he did that but, yeah. And who were you to deny that whenever he would be left dazed after those cheek kisses?

Though you always did as he asked with a cheeky smile and cute booping to his cheek, those were the times you wished you could be cruel enough to hit his head with a heavy book because of how much they made your heart beat faster and dream about him... or loose sleep because of thinking too much.

Were all of these a game to him? Was this real? Was he playing with you until he found someone else? Why would he love you that way? Would you two ever end up together? What would his lips feel against your-

Either way, your life was pretty amazing and a bliss even though the female population of Hogwarts hated you with some exceptions. Such as Lily, Mary, Marlene, Pandora and Dorcas.

Yep, Gryffindors really attracted the Slytherins for some reasons.

"In your dreams, Sirius, In your dreams..." you patted his back softly and whispered in his ear which made him sweat and blush, watching you walk away with Pandora on your arm while giggling at something she said. He was left absolutely flabbergasted while staring after you, dreamily looking with his head on his fisted hand as he played with what was on his plate.

"Definetly my future wife..."

Then, he continued to tease you with that nickname which would always end up in a bickering which was a common occuring in the Halls and classes, which often made the teachers get curious why, and he lived for those moments when you barked at him with an embrassed frown because he could get to watch you since you never realized what was happening around you when you were angry.

"Stop calling me that Sirius!"

"No~"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"What the hell are they screaming at each other for?" Remus asks to James as he reads his book without lifting his eyes as James munched on his sandwich. He shrugged his shoulders. " The usual. Him not confessing his feelings and all."

Which was becoming a lot to bear watching as Sirius would always follow you around... which ended up with a book on his head all the time.

But, even if you were seemingly irritated by him and his clinginess, it was quite the opposite. You couldn't start your day without seeing that goofy smile as soon as you got our of your dorm, or watch hım roast someone who made a mean comment about you.

Or that time when he fell from his broom in Quidditch practice because you were wearing his number and name on your back and... he felt a certain way which made him loose his balance and fall as you giggled, thanking Lily internally for convincing you to do that after saying how much Sirius liked you.

His good looks, his attention to everything about you and his fun and kind personality were what drew you to him and you knew from the moment you first met that you would end up together, or you would fall for him.

But what made your feelings get stronger was his... enchanting, beautiful and big eyes. They were so full of love, adoration, and most of the times, mischief. They showed what he always felt at the moment, what he thought and they were trully the mirror of his bright soul. You really loved them the most about him, when people would always praise hım for his good looks, you always pointed how pretty and expressive his eyes were, only to those who knew how to read him.

The first time you said it so casually yet lovingly as you patched hım up, was the day he actually confessed his feelings after getting teary eyed. Because for the first ime, someone looked past his looks and saw his soul and how much weight was there sitting uncomfortably on his heart, waiting to be lifted by someone else... Someone who understood him, and how lucky he was that the person was you as he kissed your lips softly.

And you believed in his honesty by looking at his eyes and accepted to have a date with him, knowing full well that you would fall for him.

You just didn't think it would be him falling for you harder with each passing day.

Seeing their two friends, completely different than each other, being so happy made all the Marauders and the girls happy for you two. Only negative side affect was that seeing ghe absolute simp Sirius had turned to be.

"Okay, folks, it was nice to have you all but I gotta go!" He slapped his knees joyfully as he got up from the cushion in the Common Room with a happy smile while his friends looked at him weirdly.

"Where are you going? You never pass a hanging out together!"

"Miss wife wanted to go stargazing, I can't say no to her-"

"The-the what now?!" James' jaw hang open as the girls awed at Sirius and how in love he looked at the mention of your date and how he called you his wife, making him blush deeply as he smiled. It wasn't a secret that Sirius was one hell of flirty man, especially more than usual now that you two dated, but they didn't know he was smitten with you that much.

Enough to already plan calling you his wife one day.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot anxiously at the teasing eyes of his friends' eyes, the girls praising him for caring so much about you as James took a silent note to learn Sirius' tricks. He felt his cheeks heat up slowly as the awes rose up more, making him stand up abruptly and run away from the common room.

"Uh... Nothing! Gotta go, see you later guys!" He ran away as soon as possible with a heart beating harsh and hard against his ribcage, a heavy blush on his usually pale cheeks. It wasn't like he was ashamed for his actions, hell no! He was so damn lucky to have you, so grateful for you to have accepted him after your date and so lucky for finding someone who... understood him.

From the very moment when you two met.

He still remembered how anxious he was at the sorting ceremony. Your group in the train promised to always talk to each other and hang out no matter which house you guys were sorted in, and he still remembered how you noticed his anxiousness as the ever careful girl you were.

That was when he told you about his family after you sat down in the station, arriving to the school and letting others go. He knew it was way too early, but he also knew that you must have heard some things about them anyways and still befriended hım quickly without a worry.

He told you how he wanted to be sorted in Gryffindor, just to piss his Slytherin family off, but was scared of everyone's reaction since his family didn't have the best reputation. He was afraid of the Slytherins' reaction if he was sorted in a different house, and also the reactions of the house he would be sorted in since he was... seen as evil.

No matter which house you are in, we will be here Sirius, was what you told him as you held his hand thightly in yours and hugged him, squeezing him to yourself as he stood frozen for a few seconds...

Before he hugged you with tears in his eyes.

And indeed, you were right. The Slytherin side of his story was proven right but the other one never happened. That was the first time he realized how you always knew what would happen as he ran at you and hugged you happily with a twirl, making you also laugh at his happiness.

It would be years after that moment that he realized what that skipping of his heart meant as he hugged you and let you tug him towards the table where he was greeted by his friends as he held your hand under the table, feeling secure and safe for the first time...

Breathing for the first time.

He would always feel those insecurities and fears, no matter how long it had been, and would fear fighting alone and putting you in danger now that everyone knew just how much you meant to him but when he reached to where you were waiting for him, he knew that the promise ring in his pocket was very worth every problem you two might face together even if his friends would tease him to hell and back for being a simp.

This was real, he felt real and that ring would forever be the sign of it.

He was being emotional again, wasn't he?

Him being an absolute supporter of yours was no joke, though James and Remus often teased him with it. But they knew why he was so clingy and always with you.

Sirius never really felt true, unconditional love. And if he could show it with being a "simp" and always hanging off of you, he would do it because then... It would mean that yes, he was here and he got out of his torture and was living his best life.

But, of course as the goofy person he is, he didn't show that sentimental side of him and rather used it... to scare you by jumping on your bones whenever he saw you or showing that clinginess at its best.

For example when you speak with Lily or any other girls excitedly about a movie in the muggle theaters as Lily would suggest to go there all together and he would casually come and offer to come with you guys- because he knew for sure that the word would reach to his mother and piss her off, knowing that she wouldn't be able to do anything about it since he no longer was the heir-

Or he would always pull you to his lap as the Marauders planned their next prank while you especially made sure that they would let go of poor Snape, and let them do whatever they wanted to do, as he played with your hair and nodded absentmindedly, looking at you in a daze as your hand rubbed his chest lovingly, ready to do whatever made you happy.

Holding you thightly to never let go of you.

Now he knew he was protective of you, but he just couldn't help it. You were so kind so sweet, and unique. You caught the attention of many others, and that was something he couldn't let happen.

Not that he was jealous, of course not. He was the Sirius Black, why would he feel threatened by some boy?

"Sirius, what are you doing?" You turned your head to look at him as he laid his head on your shoulder, nibbling at your sensitive skin and leaving hickeys.

"Hmm, nothing love... Just kissing you."

"I can see that, enjoy it then~" you let your hands twirl his curls softly as your other one took the wand out of his hair and let the rest of it fall down on his shoulders gracefully. He smiled naively at you, not aware of the devious plan you had in mind...

Before you grinded on his lap. Hard.

He whimpered into your neck as you smirked, faux worry lacing your voice as your hand slipped inside his shirt from his collar. "What is it, love? Are you not feeling good?"

"You little minx, you are doing it knowing what it does to me..."

"Hmm, maybe?" You innocently said with a tilt of your head and smiled at him cutely as he groaned.

"I'm gonna get back-"

"Can you guys stop making out in front of us? There is family and children!" James yelled out as he closed his eyes alongside with Peter as Remus just continued to eat his chocolate without a care...

While James was peaking at you both through the gaps of his fingers.

"Shut it, Potter." Sirius huffed out as he pulled you with himself and right towards his dorm, feeling...

For the first time, uneasy.

Both because of something he couldn’t explain and the war raging just outside of the school as Voldemort got closer.

But, as the man he was, he chose to ignore it. You both were strong and had each other, there were many other wizards and witches fighting alongside you and if shit went down, he wouldn't care and just disappear with you.

They could take everything from hım, down to his riches and even his life.

But not you, Merlin not you.

Because as much as he denied, Sirius was dependant on you. His heart and soul craved you, called for you and you were the heart and soul of him. You were the reason he kept going, the reason he believed that all of this would end one day.

You were the reason he woke up for the next say as he watched your peaceful face and body pressed to his and imagined a... Family life with you.

And for those dreams to come true, to have a little you running around and after hım happily, nothing would happen to you and he and you would walk away from this War together, hand in hand with plans for the future you get to have with him..

Right?

The answer would be something he would never want to know, one that he feared.

One that destroyed him and whatever was left of him as he was left with the broken shards of his once happy picture...

All because of his arrogance.

When tragedy hit the Potters, Sirius' first thought was to go and find that rat that gave their place away. He knew people blamed him for it, and he also blamed himself for not listening to your warnings about Peter and how he seemed... Off.

But he didn't care about the past anymore. He didn't care about his mistakes or what they brought to him...

Frankly enough, when he was supposed to care about it the most... he didn't, and there was only one thing in his mind: Revenge.

But all thoughts of seeking his revenge went out of the window when he reached the house of his friends, and was met with a note from none other than Voldemort himself, his sarcasm and triumphant voice almost reaching to his ears from the note on the yellow paper.

You should have listened to your wife, Black. Maybe then, she would have been alive to save you all...

Sirius sank on his knees on the ground right before the house of the Potters, his bestfriends, as he crumbled on the pavement with the note still in his hands as he looked at the dead body of his best friend, eyes unmoving and dead, knowing that Lily was also dead somewhere in the house.

It was Voldemort after all, he would have made sure to destroy anyone who could danger his plans.

"Why... Why did you have to do it, love?! W-why?!" He yelled as angry tears left his once shining eyes, the eyes you always complimented hım whenever you looked at hım.

Now, they were glimmering with tears, sadness and grief of loosing his loved one, his one and only.

He lifted his head in agony, his heart squeezing painfully inside his chest as his hand thightened around the fence, his ring weighted him down gradually and looked at the night sky as if something would suddenly help him out of this hell.

But he knew it was a futile attempt, the sight before hım was enough proof of that.

And he was left with the consequences of his mistakes.

"Why did you leave me to remember you for longer than I have known you... We-we," he coughed up harshly at the constrict his throat did, hitting his chest as if the pain would somehow make it not feel real. His eyes widened suddenly at remembering the locket around his neck, bringing it closer to his face as your smiling face came to his view and he tearfully smiled back, his finger trailing over your happy face delicately with eyes squeezed in pain and lips pulling up to form an "O", as if there was something in hım that wanted to say a millions of different hings but was forced to shut up.

He remembered how he teased you for being such a simp for him that you bought this locket for yourself, so that you kept him close to your heart ( as if he wasn't just as equally if not more enamoured by you) and you rolled your eyes at him at that time, telling hım that he would always be in your heart until you died and even then, you would love him forever.

He regretted not telling you at that time that he loved that little necklace more than anything and his heart beated painfully full of love at your adoring gaze. He regretted not telling you how much he loved you and how you would never get out of the confines of his heart even if you died, that he would never be able to forget your voice, your face and your love.

After looking at it for quite some time, only sobbing and swinging back and forth deliriously, Sirius let out one final heartwrenching cry of your name as he collapsed fully and laid there until the others found him.

"We had dreams together, why did you h-have to... I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for failing you! Please forgive me!"

Now, his life was once again incomplete. There would no longer be the lingering warmth your body gave off even after you got up long ago to prepare breakfast for both of you.

There wouldn't be his coffee and breakfast waiting for him on the kitchen table with a cute note from you.

He wouldn't be able to prank you by scaring you as you screamed bloody murder and he ran away all around the house laughing like crazy.

There would be no more late night dates on his bike as you both stopped at a hill and made out for hours, watching the stars together.

There would be no more snuggling while watching movies together as you scolded him for eating all the popcorn.

There wouldn't be laughter that gave hım hope and enough will to fight more.

There wouldn't be soft-spoken pillow talk after a passionate night, imagining your future and how one or two children who had his eyes and curls and your smile and personality would be so nice as the image of you playing with them while he took pictures would make hım smile and got teary at it.

There wouldn't be a lover who understood him and was there for him before anyone else would.

There wouldn't be an... another you to love.

And it was all his fault.

In the end, Sirius Black was left alone, as a mad man after the woman of his life was taken from him.

He was belittled by his entire family, couldn't protect his brother and as a result lost him, his best friend was killed by one of his friends and the blame was on him...

And now, he was left to rot in Azkaban, unable to take care of his godson, everyone thought he was guilty...

But none of them hurted him as much as the promises he couldn't keep, promises of a bright future and a safe place, always protecting you... to you, to everyone.

And now... He was left as the shell of the man he was, he lost the love of his life, unable to love you and cherish you like he promised in his vows, the meaning of his meaningless life. He promised to give you a life full of love and peace, he promised he would even buy that cottage-like house you both dreamed about.

In which you always replied with: "As long as İ have you, everywhere is home to me."

He would often tease you with kisses every time you did this, knowing that it was just a simple act to hide his tears from you- because holy shit, there was someone who loved hım that much and he got to have that for the rest of his life! He was really going to have the life he always wanted, with the love of his life, and he proved to everyone that he wasn't like his parents!

He was ready to have a family, marry you and have a life away from the war and everything, prove to whole world that he wasn't anything like his family.

But now, all of his dreams were... gone. Just gone, alongside you.

The Marauders once was James, Remus, Sirius, Peter, Lily, Mary, Marlene and Y/N... Jolly students who either wrecked havoc or amazed people with their quick wit and smartness.

Then slowly, to six, then five. And now... Only three, with one of them refusing to ever talk.

And never again, mon amour would ever leave his lips in a soft spoken whisper as he kissed your forehead with both of you naked underneath the blanket, even if he hated French since it used to remind him of the pureblood nonsense to him but now, it was rather something he used to fluster you and see the cute blush on your cheeks.

He had no one to call as his family any more, my wife leaving his lips early in the morning like an ancient prayer.

Only thing he would remember for years even after Azkaban would be your last words, written on a simple note before you took on your journey to find Voldemort before he reached to the Potters, your friends, and get them killed.

Even when he begged you not to.

And it would be only years after that event, 12 precisely, that he would learn you found one of the Horcruxes and destroyed it just like his brother.

I know the path I had taken is dangerous, my love... But when you arrive to my side, which should better not be too soon, I will be waiting on that house just a bit away from the hill, just like we dreamed about...

I will always love you, and guide you like a lighthouse when you loose your way, Sirius, my greatest love.

Please don't loose yourself for revenge. Our deaths are not your fault, especially mine. Because I know for sure that you will blame yourself for it. It was my choice to do what I did, so that when that noseless bitch faces his equal, he would loose for sure.

Just... Live for me, and for Harry. He will need you a lot and if you learnt anything from this... Don't listen to what Dumbledore says even a second and get Harry away from him. To him, we are just pawns in his game and he doesn't care whether we die or not.

And... know that as I die, you will be my last thought, my dear husband. You were,are and will always be the greatest thing to ever happen to me and I am proud to be your wife even it was for a short time.

I love you, Sirius Black, the one who made my life better, my husband.

And as he cried his eyes out, screaming your name from the top of his lungs as his engagement ring swing around his neck, laying on the cold floor of his cell, he felt nothing.

He didn't feel his heart, his brain... his soul anymore. You were the only thing keeping him going, the only thing that brightened and warmed his heart with your childish laughter, you were the one that gave him hope for waking up the next day in this damned war...

And you were the only smart one to realize what Dumbledore always planned for them, without a single care for their beings, and who the real traitor was alongside your friend .

But as he replayed your last words in his mind like a mantra, there was a new fire, a scaring new, spiteful fire that he never had even when he saw his friends' dead bodies, only when he learnt of his little brother's death, did it start slowly... But your death was the reason why it had become the size of a Fiendfyre.

He might be a loser in everyone's lives, and his mother might have been right about that part of him, but... There was one thing everyone, including his parents forgot about:

There was a reason they were called "The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black" and there was a reason he was born as one.

But for now...

For now, he would wait. Silently. Crying until the day he gets to meet you once again, never daring to take his life since he promised and he... had to keep at least this one.

For now... He would let the rage slowly consume him until he wasn't the Sirius he once was.

For now, he wouldn't feel anything except sadness and pain, mourning your death until the day he died.

For now, he wouldn't feel.

Except only the cold tiles of the ground he was seated, knees close to his chest... And the screams of despair and pain of other prisoners in the Azkaban.

A chuckle leaves him emotionlessly, as he clutches his ring.

He was trully a loser.

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Encanto Oc Appreciation week two! Relationships ✨️

@encanto-extended-edition

It's my beloved sunshine trio! I finally drew all of them together (took me long enough I know)

Some more of Armida's relationships summarized below the cut 💛

(I am so terribly bad at summaries Im so sorry- If I could write out the extent of all of their relationships I would- sadly I dont have the time..)

Alma: Her relationship with Alma pre movie is strained- mostly because she fears the older woman. Armida is riddled with anxiety and intrusive thoughts over what her mother in law may think of her, and often fears Alma thinks she got into the way of her daughter's relationship- or that she isn't a "real" madrigal. Basically.. it's a lot of assumptions on how Alma feels about her.. but they are not always truthful.

Armida also tends to disagree with Alma's ways. But between her being passive by nature and having a fear of speaking up, she never says anything. Rather she does her best to help by being there for other family members the best she can be.

Julieta: She was the first of the triplets that Armida became close to. Armida had visited her stand often, and at first Julieta thought the younger woman was accident prone like Agustín.. Over time it became clear that wasn't the case, but Armida was always super polite- despite lying about why she needed to be healed. She always made sure to thank Julieta - not just for healing her but for everything she does. After that it was surprisingly easy for the two of them to talk- and making friends with Julieta naturally got Armida talking to Bruno and Pepa. Although out of the triplets Armida is the least closest to Julieta now, she still feels incredibly safe with the woman. Armida is set trying to lessen Julietas work load. The only issue being- she really can't cook- all she can really do is help with preparation when needed. So instead she settles with going out to town when Julieta needs anything. It's not a lot, but it's something at the very least, and it's appreciated more than Armida will probably ever realize. 

Bruno: While obviously Armida is closest with Pepa and Félix, she also shares a really close bond with Bruno. The both of them being pretty bad insomniacs, they bonded a lot over sleepless nights- She'd tell him about the stars if the sky was clear enough and he'd talk about his rat telenovelas or sometimes about his gift- and she'd comfort him. She's a fan of his telenovelas- she loves the rats, and he's actually a really good writer. She offers to help make small costumes and even jokes about background music for suspense. All and all their relationship is very cute- I like to say they are like platonic soulmates. Obviously after Bruno disappears and comes back things aren't the same.. while he was in the walls some nights she'd sit and talk with his door instead, not knowing he was actually listening. Things are a bit awkward when he comes back- Armida having a lot of feelings about him "leaving" when he hurt his family so badly, but in the end she understands his motivation. 

Isabela: When Isabela was little, the girl loved getting her hands dirty. so naturally - Armida loved taking the girl out with her in her nature walks, because even at twenty seven she herself still loved to explore. It was something they bonded over, Dolores never really being as interested. But of course fell apart after Isa was pressured into being the golden child. Now they aren't nearly as close, but the both of them still remember digging for worms near Casita, or going looking for different types of plants in the jungle. Sometimes Isa still takes walks- taking the same paths they used to when she was little- when she knows no one is looking for her. It helps clear her head. Of course after the movie the two begin to grow close once more, Isa being quite excited to show off all the new plants to her supportive tía.

Dolores: I think the majority of the fandom has agreed that Dolores is a daddy's girl- and I completely agree. However she of course loves each of her parents. Mida specifically doted a lot on her when she was younger- having been their first child. She'd often sing to her- writing her own little songs for her daughter. After Dolores got her gift it was a nice thing for the young girl to focus on- her mother singing. Unfortunately getting her gift, like with many of the madrigals, forced Dolores to grow up too soon. She's often a bit protective over her mother, due to things she's heard over time. Armida mostly dislikes the fact that Dolores feels the need to protect her- as she should be the one protecting her.

Little bonus- Armida despises Mariano at first. She disliked him when he was with Isa, not because she knew Isa didn't actually want to marry him (though she has suspected maybe something was up, if she had known that straight up I don't imagine she'd be able to keep quiet about it.) She's- in general- overprotective when it comes to any of the kids dating. She does, however, come around to him. 

Luisa: With Luisa there isn't too much to say. Like Pepa and Félix, Armida treats each of Julieta's girls like her own kids,and Luisa is no exception. She used to read or sing to her each night as a kid, as she did with all of them. Each grandkid grew up with at least one song or story before bed, and sometimes even as adults or teenagers they still request it. But as with most of the kids, as Luisa grew up she stopped having time for things like that. Still Armida is always ready to sing or read to her once again- no matter how old she is.

Camilo: Camilo and Armida have very similar senses of humor at times, which means they make for quite the pair. The two of them sometimes pull little pranks around the house, nothing too much of course- after all she's still his mother and won't let him get away with everything, but he still gets away with more with her then he does with Félix or Pepa. Though being fifteen he doesn't spend as much time with his mom as he did at one point in his life- he still won't deny he loves her very much.

Mirabel: Pre movie, Armida would try her best to make Mirabel feel just as special as the rest of the family, but being busy and slightly stressed she could only do so much for the girl. Still, she did what she could when she could. She started to teach Mirabel embroidery after her failed gift ceremony to try to distract the little girl and make her feel better, she didn't expect her to pick up on it- but she's very proud of how far she's come. She's quite proud of the young woman in general.

Antonio: the baby of the family, he is absolutely Armida’s weakness. She has the hardest time saying no to him, much like others in the family. The fact that he looks so much like Félix really does not help- luckily Pepa and Félix are a bit better with saying no to him. She worried a lot about him, and his gift. Part of her had hoped that maybe he wouldn't get a gift, since she's seen how sometimes the gifts the family have can really feel more like curses, and he's only five- but luckily he gets a gift he really enjoys, one that she herself had wished for a lot as a child, one that doesn't seem like it will put immense amount of pressure on her baby boy. She enjoys learning what some of his animal friends are thinking, and reading them all to bed. (Sometimes she spoils some of his animals.. she can't help it)

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[princelylove]

Sometimes I forget my interpretations are not canon. For my freaks who are into hyper specific body parts, like I am, here’s the first batch of my body interpretations for part five. 

I can’t count how many full body shots or slow pan downs we had of Giorno- with a rightful emphasis on his hips and legs. Giorno’s muscle is that of a ballerina’s- slender, but has lots of stamina. He has a small waistline, like majority of the Joestars do, and his limbs are all rather lean, but his thighs provide an adequate amount of support for his ‘hips.’ He’d prefer terms like ‘full’ or ‘shapely’ over ‘thick’ or ‘well-rounded,’ but all apply. He’s shy in comparison to his father, who prefers the inverse to be said about himself. It’s generally best to not mention how attracted you are to his ass his broad hips, he's a bit embarrassed of his curves.

He stands comfortably at a nice 177 cm, or 5’8”. He’s often teased by Guido for being ‘so small,’ despite Narancia being the shortest. (Guido doesn’t want to get stabbed at nine in the morning.) His hands are slender, and delicate-looking. He has long fingers that he lets bugs and small animals crawl all over. He prefers not to wear nail polish at all, and dislikes wearing rings. 

Giorno is such a pale white that you can see the blue of his veins on parts of his chest. There’s little bits of pink towards the tips of his fingers, but the rest of his skin is almost pure white. It would be concerning if you didn’t know he gets plenty of sun- how he manages to stay that shade and practically live in the sun is beyond you. 

Giorno has a bit of a baby face still, he has very round features, besides from his eyes. He's a victim of that phenomenon where strangers trust you because of your ‘welcoming’ face, despite the fact that Giorno rarely smiles unless he wants something. His hair is naturally somewhere between wavy and curly, and falls down to his hips when it isn’t in a braid. After he becomes the don of passione, he wears it down more often. He thinks it helps attract new recruits- and he’s right, it does. If you’re attracted to full, heart-shaped lips and long eyelashes, Giorno will have you wrapped around his finger. 

He smells like flowers, white jasmine and roses to be specific.

Don’t talk to me about Bruno’s hourglass. He has a bit more shoulders, so I’m tempted to say he has a different body type, but it’s so slight that you wouldn’t notice unless you were taking his measurements, so I won’t count it. 

His muscle is from hard labor rather than consistently working out- habits from when he was just a baby helping his father- Bruno doesn’t exactly have time to do a real routine, and he neglects himself too much for it to work. While he does have a good bit of muscle, he isn’t as well-defined as someone like Leone or Risotto is. He can’t do a calorie deficit, he needs that food to keep working as hard as he possibly can. If he stops eating as much, he can’t work, and then he couldn’t protect you or his family (same thing), and, and, and, and. He eats well, he just doesn’t sleep enough. He’d probably stop worrying if he did. Most of his muscle is in his arms, back, and legs. 

Bruno is a strong man, he prides himself on being able to physically protect his darling. His looks aren’t a big deal to him, but he does enjoy taking care of himself. He wouldn’t have such a high maintenance haircut otherwise. He dislikes makeup on himself, but he grooms himself excessively- he isn’t one for long routines and expensive skincare, but he appreciates a nice cleanser and moisturizer, which he also uses on his hands. Bruno will sometimes put clear nail polish on just his hands, if he remembers it. 

Bruno is 183 cm, or 6ft. His height isn’t overbearing- in fact, he just makes the cusp of what most people would call ‘tall’ for a man- but he isn’t small, either. He’d love to share clothes with his darling, but if he cannot fit into yours, he’ll settle for giving you his. If you make him seem small, he’d happily wear some of yours, too. 

His skin tone is a light brown, although it pales slightly in the winter. He spends a lot of time in the sun, on top of his natural complexion. His undertones are warm.

Bruno's only tattoo is the one on his chest. It covers part of his stomach, as well.

Leone has lots of birthmarks scattered all over him. He stands at 195 cm, or 6’5”. I tend to think of Leone with more shoulders than hips, but he has a small waist, and it isn’t like his hips aren’t grabbable.

It makes him feel better about himself to work out consistently, so he kept his morning habits from his younger days. While he wishes he could say he works out for his health, it’s just because he doesn’t feel good unless he looks good, and that’s how he’d like himself to look. He has very prominent iliac crests, and a well defined torso. Most of the ‘fat’ in his body is in his tits. (Author’s note: Although it’s more appropriate to say muscle, since building muscle is how men get a larger chest, I’m using ‘fat’ for a better visual. When pectoral muscles relax, they appear squishy and pliable like most women’s chests do, so it isn’t entirely outlandish.) 

He has a thorough routine for his skin- he even has a separate one for his hands, which doesn’t work very well. Leone’s hands look smooth, but they’re a bit rough from work. His nails are fairly long, and natural. Painted either black or a deep red. He shapes them into coffins. They break easily. 

When he’s stressed, he tweezes his eyebrows. He makes them thin, and follows the natural small arch he has. Leone’s eyes are actually brown, he just puts contacts in to match his makeup for the day. He puts eyeliner on his waterline, like how you’d put kohl on.

I’ve mentioned briefly before that Leone has darker skin than in canon, but I specifically meant a dark brown complexion over just a tan one. He has cool undertones. 

While he doesn’t have any tattoos, he has a few piercings. His nipples, belly button, and nose are all pierced. The side of his nose, not a septum. 

Narancia gets pretty pissed when you mention that he’s 164 cm, or 5'3”. He’s still got some years before his body hits its limit, alright. He’s horribly jealous of Guido’s physique, he doesn’t understand how he’s doing the same things but Guido has way more mass than him. It just so isn’t fair. 

While he does have very distinct muscle, I wouldn’t call Narancia big. He cuts without realizing it- he has food right in front of him, but hasn’t fixed his eating habits from living on the street. If you praise his abs and arms, he’ll let you feel.

Narancia’s a light tan sort of beige. He tans every year without fail. It makes him sad to see himself pale, as it reminds him of his mother, who had the same complexion. 

He has a few tattoos, all of which are stick-and-poke, and done by himself through boredom. The designs are nonsensical and don’t mean much to him. He has tons of piercings, done by Pannacotta in a bathroom for the promise of not having to do household chores. Both his nose piercing and eyebrow rejected, so he settled for torturing his ears. 

He hates makeup, nail polish, and skincare routines. Narancia's skin is somehow perfect. It's debatable if he cleans his piercings out every once in a while or not. Narancia's hands are very square, and his nails are so short that them growing past his finger tips is a miracle.

Guido stands at about 190 cm, or 6’3”. I’d give him a smidge more at most, but he just isn’t as tall as Leone. Guido has a tendency to slouch when he sits, but loves to straighten his back out when he’s standing next to someone shorter. The first thing he did in purple haze feedback was check if Panna had him yet- and was secretly overjoyed that he wasn’t even close. 

Guido’s normally smiling- the only time he isn’t is when he’s truly alone, working, or genuinely pissed off. He’ll have deep smile lines when he’s older. It’s more of a grin than a smile, really- he finds amusement in the oddest of things. 

The only word that comes to mind is how big Guido is; Guido’s sizable nature is one of the first things you’d notice about him. It’s almost criminal to focus more on his chest- the man has ass and the thighs to back it up. Guido has a very full figure, he prefers bulking over cutting by far, and he doesn’t work out just to look good. He wants to be strong, and his job is very demanding. It just works. (It makes him feel useful.) Guido gets up when the sun does to work out, every day, probably for the rest of his life. He has a visible Adonis belt, but not a very deep, defined one. While the crease is there, he’d never intentionally lower his body fat percentage to match someone like Leone’s.  

His eyebrows are thick and straight. He cleans them up as best as he can, but hates doing it himself, so he makes Leone do his for him, in exchange for doing the dishes that night. (Leone normally turns the television up so he doesn’t have to hear Guido whine about how much painnnnn he’s innnn.) He doesn’t cut his own hair either, but doesn’t trust anyone on the team to get his curls right, so goes to a professional for trims. He started wearing hats because of a bad cut, but the pressure was comforting. 

Nothing irritates me more than when people take away Guido’s color. You are out of your MIND if you think he’s any lighter than a medium brown- and that’s being a bit generous. He has warm undertones, and gets as much sun as he can year-round. 

He doesn’t use cologne, and uses an unscented bar soap. Guido understands the importance of a good conditioner, but body soap? It’s all soap, man. Bar soap is fine, costs less, too. He tries to take care of himself, but isn't excessive about it. His nails are short and clean, but he doesn't trim the hair on his knuckles until Trish points out how noticeable it is.

Guido has a few tattoos, all of which he whined through getting. He decided to have the majority of them on his upper arms. They’re all biblical. He has a tendency to grab the bicep with Saint Mary on it when he’s nervous. He thought about piercing his belly button, but pussied out when he saw the needle. 

After the events of vento aureo, he got an orange on his upper back. 

Pannacotta is 180 cm, or 5’11”. He used to be the same height as Giorno, but gained some height over the course of Purple Haze Feedback, and now has to look down at his boss to make eye contact. He’s rather lean, and a bit ‘flat’ all around- he lacks a prominent waist as well.  

His complexion is very fair, and sort of pinkish. He doesn’t tan well at all, and is often teased by Narancia for it. His hair is entirely white- it's common to hear that it's because of stress, but he was just born like that.

Most people would describe Pannacotta as ‘pretty’ rather than ‘handsome.’ He wouldn't consider himself so, as he’s not actually all that feminine he just hangs out with two very masculine types and seems it in comparison, but he doesn’t mind. Well. He does. He hates feeling people stare at him when they obviously have intentions, but a little compliment is just a little compliment. 

He takes care of his hands and feet, but doesn’t like colored nail polish. He borrows Bruno’s clear polish. Pannacotta likes strawberry scented soap, and would buy a body spray that smells similar, if he was aware it existed.

He only has his ears pierced, and no tattoos. He almost trusted Narancia enough to give him a tattoo, but decided against it when he realized Narancia had the freedom to not listen. 

Trish doesn’t really have any muscle, but she is skinny. She looks significantly more like Diavolo than Donatella, which is horribly ironic. She’s slightly above average height for a girl her age, just shy of Giorno’s height, although seemingly short in comparison to the ridiculously tall cast of vento aureo. 

Trish’s complexion is (exactly) sort of like Diavolo’s- a light brown, with cool undertones. She tends to avoid the sun, and will slather on sunscreen to avoid getting a tan. She’s afraid of ‘aging early.’ 

Trish makes a lot of the same expressions as Diavolo- her annoyance, joy, even her anxiety all bear some resemblance. Before he left, Donatella would joke about using him as a blueprint. 

She gets her nails done professionally, and tends to go for acrylics over her natural nails. Trish prefers small, almond-ish shaped nails, with a lot of designs or charms. She just gets solid color on her toes. 

Trish is the type of girl to use five different washcloths in the same shower. She has an extensive hygiene routine, and all of her soaps are chosen to complement the smell of her favorite liquid body soap- which is a nice vanilla in winter, and coconut in summer. 

While Trish is a “You wouldn’t put a bumper sticker on a Bentley” kind of girl, she does have a few piercings. Her ears, nose, and belly button are all adorned with the shiniest, blinged-out piece of jewelry she could find. 

#god what do i tag this as #not yandere just wordbuilding #yandere giorno giovanna #yandere bruno bucciarati #yandere leone abbacchio #yandere guido mista #yandere narancia ghirga #yandere trish una #yandere pannacotta fugo #your honor what size kink #you wouldn't believe how long i stared at this

[multifandomxreader]

I heard you were looking for Bruno x male reader ideas 🤤

Ooo what about a Bruno x male reader where the reader is like a vagabond that comes to Encanto every year to hang out with the Madrigals? Kind of like a Snufkin and Moomin thing. Like they're kind of together/pining for each other?

One year that M!Reader returns he finds that Bruno isn't waiting for him because he's 'disappeared' so he travels even further in order to look for him, he still comes back every year to see if he's returned. After the events of the movie reader is reunited with Bruno and obviously he's super pissed but he's also so relieved that his favourite boy is back and alive.

Mayyybeeee they get married? uwu'

sorry you had to wait so long for this, hope you like it!

Bruno Madrigal x Male reader

With your backpack heavy on your shoulders, you finally arrived yet again at la casa Madrigal. All year you would travel, you slept in a tent, and made your money by playing the guitar. You made great friends along the way and got to tell all your amazing stories to anyone who would listen. Every year you hung out with the family for a few days sometimes even weeks. You had never been one to settle down but with the family Madrigal, you wouldn't mind staying in the same place forever. When you sprained an ankle or had back pain Jullietta patched you right up with her cooking. Delores would keep everyone updated on your whereabouts and well-being and when you were close to the village Luisa would meet you halfway to help carry your baggage and gifts with pleasure. The Madrigals were basically your family.

They loved to listen to your tales, especially Bruno who hung at your lips every time you spoke. Even when most people wouldn't really talk to Bruno you saw him as the highlight of your visit. After years of your annual visits to the Madrigals you realized your feelings for the dark haired man. You had a while to think about them on your travels. You were certain he would be the one to make you stay and settle down.

You arrived with Luisa at casita, Camillo and Mirabel ran in your arms. You entered casita with the little girl on your back and a copy of yourself. The other family members came to greet you one by one. Julietta welcomed you with a plate of arepas and Isabella gave you a beautiful flower crown as a welcoming gift. Felix welcomed you with open arms "Here comes my favorite visitante!" The weather was perfect and a big smile was plastered on your face as you chatted with Felix and Agustin.

You tried to keep calm but your eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the door of Bruno's room. Agustin noticed the way you looked around, waiting for that one special person. You turned back to him "Where's Bruno?" Suddenly the room went quiet and the faces around you grimaced. Abuela straightened her back and spoke "We don't talk about Bruno" you were so confused and everything felt wrong. Julietta's hand landed on your shoulder and lead you to the kitchen where she let you sit at the table. While making you a drink she told you how Bruno had disappeared without a note.

The following days felt wrong without his presence, you tried to find him but when you realized he really was gone you stayed alone in his room. Your heart ached as you thought about the last time you had seen him.

The dark eyes look at you with admiration as you sing about the things you had seen on your travels and then a goodbye song. Your song ends and you smile at Bruno "Will you write a song about me by the time you return?"  he asks. "Look in the future and find out." You wink. Bruno opens his mouth"I don't want to" You give him a confused look. He takes your hands in his "I don't want to ruin our future with a stupid prophecy." You give him an understanding look and hold his hands tighter. "I'll be back."

Years passed as you looked for Bruno, asking every person you meet if they had seen the small dark-haired Madrigal.

You didn't find him.

Still, you returned to the Madrigals every single year. The smaller Madrigals had now grown into teenagers and the town had been growing too. Even though it was a delight seeing the colorful family your mind kept turning back to Bruno.

It was your annual visit and you arrived at the spot where Luisa would usually wait. Instead, you were met with Bruno. Your Bruno. Maybe a bit older and with more grey strands of hair. But still yours.

You dropped all your stuff and ran over to him. Grabbing his shoulders to make sure he was real. "How the fuck could you do this to me? I was so worried! I- I didn't know what had happened to you..." Bruno kept apologizing while you teared up. You threw yourself into his arms and you hit the ground together. You hugged the air out of his lungs. "I'm just happy you're back" you told him. His hands cradled your face and wiped your tears. "Te amo" he whispered before passionately kissing you, this time it was him making you breathless. You melted into the kiss. "I still want to hear that song"

A few months later you held the most beautiful wedding the town had ever seen, Pepa didn't ruin it (only because Bruno was marrying you). The whole family worked together to make sure you had the best day. Isabella took care of the flowers, and Julietta cooked a heavenly buffet with delicious desserts... You couldn't stop smiling and every time you met his eyes your heart could beat out of your chest. You finally found your reason to stay.

#male reader #bruno madrigal x male reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto x male reader #bruno madrigal x reader #m!reader #encanto x reader

[sgt-morgan]

Riddle Me This 🎀

Summary: Matt’s daughter is a quizzical child, and those questions are always very interesting. Part of the Robinverse.

Warnings:Allusions to cannon typical violence, pregnant reader, AFAB! Female identifying reader.

A/N: Based on this ask. Really really fun, keep them requests rolling, I love answering them.

Daredevil Masterlist

Jackie is a quizzical child, with two lawyers as parents how could she not be. Her eye for detail even at the ripe old age of four was a force to be reckoned with, and it showed in her everyday conversations with her parents.

“Why do I gotta nap mommy? Daddy doesn’t nap!” The girl huffed as she rubbed her eyes and settled down into her parent’s bed anyway. She always naps in your bed, Matt almost insists on it, because then his bed smells like his whole family, and it helps him sleep.

“Daddy is a crazy person who thinks sleep is for weenies, and when he doesn’t nap he gets grumpy and falls asleep while we watch Encanto, daddy is a bad example.” You huff and Matt scoffs from the kitchen and mutters about ‘Not needing sleep,’ and ‘I don’t need to hear we don’t talk about Bruno for the 400th time.’ But continues to listen to the exchange.

“What about you? You don’t nap!” Jackie huffed triumphantly.

“Oh kid, I nap all the time, I just nap while YOU nap so you don’t see me do it. I’m growing another of your daddy’s super babies, I nap A LOT!” Jackie is stumped by that one. Mommy naps? Mommy doesn’t nap. Unless she does nap while she naps…

“Ok, then you nap too!” She grins triumphantly, throwing back the covers with her dad’s signature ‘cat got the canary’ grin. She wants to prove a point. Your face goes blank, before an evil grin creeps up on it.

“Okay Jackie, I will take a nap.” Then you snuggled down next to her and promptly fell asleep.

Matt had been waiting for you for about twenty minutes before he went to look for you. When he found you, you were curled up next to your daughter… fast asleep.

“Psst- Robin!? What are you doing?” He whisper yelled, and you stirred awake. “I thought we were gonna fold laundry?”

“Your daughter asked me why she has to take a nap, then she said that you don’t have to, and I told her that you were a bad example because you don’t nap, and then I told her I nap, so she said we had to do it together.” You summarized between yawns. “I thought I would just lay here until she fell asleep, then I fell asleep, because your active ass devil baby didn’t let me sleep last night.”

Matt rolled his eyes and left the room for a second and you shrugged and laid back down, eyes dropping closed. He came back a second later carrying your over stuffed laundry basket, and you looked at him blearily confused.

“What are you doing Matthew?” You chuckled as he plopped down on his side of the bed.

“Well I’m not gonna sit out there and fold laundry all alone, go back to sleep Robin.”

He huffed, pressing play on his ‘Princess Bride’ audio book and proceeding to fold clothes.

“Okay Bats, nighty night.”

Another such instance of curiosity came in the form of Frank and Peter passing out in your living room.

“Mommy,” whispered Jackie, sitting on Peter’s back watching cartoons and playing with his hair while he slept. “Why are Petey and Uncle Frank sweeping in the living room?”

“Because, they went out last night, and they were too tired to go home.�� You whispered back, trying to quietly make pancakes for your house full of exhausted vigilantes. (Matt and Wade were still asleep, Matt in your bed, and Wade on Jackie’s floor curled up with the unicorn plush she gave him last night when she woke up after a nightmare. He took care of threatening the monsters in her closet with his katanas.)

“Okay, did they fight bears?” She whispered and you stoped what you were doing to stare at her incredulously.

“What?” You chuckled, staring at your daughter in wonder from across the room.

“Well, Uncle Frank had a biiiiig scratch in his side, and Uncle Wade had bear spray.” You did a double take at that one.

“Uncle Wade had what!?” You spoke at full volume and Frank and Peter began to stir, you fixed your volume and asked again. “What do you mean?”

“He threatened the monsters in my closet with bear spray and his swords.” She shrugged and you guffawed.

“Good lord, no, they didn’t-“ you stopped, trying to figure out how you would explain that her favorite uncles, who brought her candy, and gifts, and let her paint their nails, were actually brutal crime fighting vigilantes. “Uh.. yeah. They fought a bear. A big grizzly with nasty teeth and terrible claws.” You shrugged as Matt wandered into the kitchen, with his hoody unzipped and pajama pants slung low on his hips. He kissed your cheek softly, and settled down on the floor in front of Jackie and Peter on the couch. He leaned back, using Peter as a pillow, and puckered his lips. Jackie leaned down to kiss him, and she noticed he had a gash over his eye, nodding grimly as she placed her little hands on his cheeks.

“Oh, Daddy helped fight the bear too.” She Said, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning her head on top of his. Matt turned his head in your general direction with an eyebrow raised in skepticism.

“Yeah baby, daddy helped your uncles fight a bear last night, and they came back and stayed here.” You shrugged and Matt nodded his head in an ‘Ah, got it.’ Kinda way.

“Awe, Dada.” Jackie cooed, kissing him again. “It’s not good to fight bears, you gotta let Spiderman and Daredevil do it.” You snorted and Matt chuckled a bit and let his chin drop to his chest.

“You got it bug, next time we will leave the bear fights to the professionals.” He conceded, pulling the little girl over his shoulder and on to his lap as he heard Peter start to stir.

“MmmmBanana pancakes.” Peter groaned as he sat up, plucking Jackie back from her father, who looked scandalized to be robbed of his baby. “Mom? Can mine have chocolate chips?”

“Yeah mommy!” Jackie squealed, “chocy chips for Petey and me!”

“Ooh!” Wade shuffled into the living roof, stretching and groaning. Matt winced, his joints sounded terrible after sleeping on Jackie’s floor, and he almost felt bad for the guy. “Can I have chocolate chips too mommy?” Aaaand his sympathy was gone. He kicked Wade in the knee, knocking him into Frank who awoke with a start.

“Wade, you call me mommy again and I’ll be wearing your nuts as a necklace.”

Jackie asked some tough questions too, some that really took time and effort to explain. The nature of these answers could sometimes be incredibly testy, and you never wanted to scare her or not put enough effort into your answers, so things could get really difficult.

“Dadda?” The little girl asked one night, curled into Matt’s side while you cooked dinner. “Why can’t you see my pictures?” Matt took a deep breath and heard your knife pause in its work in the kitchen before picking back up again.

“Well princess, daddy’s eyes are broken.” He said, turning his head towards his little girl, letting her take off his glasses to look into his blank stare. “Daddy can’t see anything. That’s why I read special books with dots, and why I can’t drive a car, and I can’t paint your nails. You see, daddy got in an accident when he was a little boy. There was an old man who was crossing the street, and a big truck full of extra special chemicals had an accident and it almost hit him. So I pushed him out of the way, and the chemicals got in my eyes, so now I can’t see.“ Jackie seemed to ponder this for a second, debating on what to do with this information.

“Daddy, you’re not broke! You’re special.”

She snuggled into his side, and then she did something he didn’t expect. “I have red hair, and brown eyes. Im missing my front toof, My hair is curly like mommy’s, and my fingernails are blue. Your hair is brown and kinda short, you’re very tall, and your eyes are brown like mine. You have really big hands, and they have these thingies on your knuckles. They make you look tough.” The little girl proceeded to describe all of your close friends and family, and her momma, who was quote, ‘The prettiest lady she had ever seen including Elsa.’ Matt felt himself tearing up the longer she went, and he could hear you sniffling in the kitchen.

When she finished, he asked her why she did it.

“Now you don’t need to see! You know what we all look like! If you ever want to see, you let me know. I’ll be your eyes dada.” Matt hugged the precious girl closer, and he thanked every Angel and saint and the good lord in heaven that they blessed him with such a perfect little girl.

Then there were those hard nights. Nights when Matt wasn’t home, and the only thing that could soothe her is her beloved dada, and he wasn’t here. Those questions were the toughest, because you really didn’t know how to answer. Sure, Jackie is a clever kid, but telling her her dad is a superhero? Expecting her to keep it under wraps? That’s tough. So, you don’t tell her, and you deal with the nights that all she can do is throw a tantrum, because she wants her daddy and he’s not here.

“BUT WHERE IS HE!?” Jackie screamed, almost choking on her sobs, while you were struggling not to sob yourself. Jackie was sick, terrible fever, she wasn’t keeping anything down, snotty, the whole nine. The poor baby was absolutely miserable, and to top it all off her dad had been gone all day. “Why is DADA GONE! I WANT HIM!” She sobbed again, her whole little body trembling with them as she heaved out cry after cry. She hadn’t really slept all day, and she couldn’t seem to sleep unless you were holding her, or she was in your bed.

“Jackie, please don’t cry bug, he’s working and soon he will be home ok?”you tried again, sitting on the floor by the crying toddler’s head while she continued to throw a fit.

“Why? Why can’t he be here mommy?” It broke your heart, and you were at a complete loss for words. She wept, and then, thankfully, you heard your husband at the door. He stooped low, practically crawling to the little girl, whose fevered body was pressing into the cold tiles of their bathroom floor. When he got to her, he plucked her up, and once her arms and legs were securely wrapped around his neck and waist, he pulled you to lay your head on his knee. In that moment, no other words were needed, Matt’s presence was enough. His exhausted girls

We’re sated having him right where they needed him, at home. When Jackie’s furious tears subsided, he began to explain.

“Jackie, what is my nickname?” He says, stroking her back in calm circular motions, while he ran his fingers through your hair.

“Batman, mommy calls you Batman.” She sniffs, as if the answer was obvious.

“That’s right. Momma calls me Batman and there are two reasons why. Do you know the first one?” Jackie shook her head, frustrated, and Matt nodded assuringly.

“That’s ok Jacks,” he soothed, “you don’t have to know the answer. Mommy calls me Batman, and I call her Robin, because we’re a team. Me, you, and Mommy are like Batman, Robin, and Batgirl. We’re a team. We work together to take care of each other. Part of being on a team, is being able to tell each other when we’re upset, and when we need something. So are you upset little bug?” The little girl nodded, and your eyes closed, content to let Matt parent for a moment. “Okay, can you tell me why?” Jackie shook her head, and Matt nodded. “That’s ok, is it a lot of things?” She nodded. “Okay, that’s fine, it’s okay to be upset about a lot of things. Is one of them because I wasn’t home when you needed me?” Jackie nodded. “Okay, that’s fine, I get upset sometimes when you and mommy aren’t with me. Can I tell you my second reason mommy calls me Batman?” Jackie looked up at him quizzically and he smiled encouragingly. “Mommy calls me Batman, because when I’m out working, I’m helping people.” Jackie looks confused, so you but in.

“Right, he’s helping people. Do you know what mommy and daddy do for a living?” You ask gently, reaching a hand up gently to rub her leg, the only thing you could reach from your cozy spot on the floor. “We’re lawyers, that means when bad people hurt someone, we fight to get the people that they hurt help. Your daddy though, your daddy is extra special, because he also does his best when he’s not at home to stop people from getting hurt in the first place. He tries to make New York a better place. Just like Batman tries to save Gotham.”

“That’s right,” Matt nods, squeezing your hand gratefully, “That doesn’t mean that your feelings aren’t important. Daddy can get carried away sometimes, so it’s important that we talk to each other so I know when they need me. I never want you to feel neglected baby girl, and I’m so sorry I made you upset, that was no good, but I won’t know how to help if you don’t tell me.” He draws back and meets his daughter’s tired gaze, caressing her curls and kissing her forehead. “So, can you accept my apology? Will you let me try to do better?” Jackie nodded and threw her little arms around Matt’s shoulders.

“It’s okay daddy, I love you.” She sniffled, burying her little face in Matt’s neck.

“Thank you sweet baby, I love you too.” Matt sighs, content to just hold his little family for a while. He listens to Jackie’s breathing settle, and soon she’s fast asleep.

“Alright Robin, she’s asleep, wanna go to bed?” He says, standing gently and offering you a hand.

“Oh lord Bats, if you think I can pull myeslf up with limited help while I’m growing another of your rosemary’s babies? You’re delusional. Go put Batgirl to bed and come back for me. I’ll wait right here.” You huffed and Matt chuckled. “I love you Batman.” You grin up at him from your spot on the floor and he grins, bending to press a kiss to your lips.

“I love you too Robin, there’s nobody I’d rather have devil babies with.”

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[miracles-and-butterflies]

For @maleficent09, based on the prompt: “even thouth casita is rebuild the magic is back she (Mirabel) worry that as some point things might go back to we’re they were and she jumps any time some one simply rises there voice and look around panicking that the house will start to crack agian.”

Again, told through Mirabel’s eyes.

This is the first of two parts because I felt it was getting too long.

~~~~~~

Never, Ever Different

Mirabel did very little in terms of Casita’s reconstruction. It shouldn’t have been that surprising to anyone: she’s fifteen, still trying to keep her grades flawless and frankly knows very little about construction.

Her only addition to the house had been a tapestry of their family. When the question came of replacing their family tree picture in the dining room, Mirabel insisted that she could help with that. She knows many people dislike the mundane tasks like this, they dislike how it takes up time. For Mirabel though it was a nice thing to do, not just to help her family, but also to feel a small sense of control and worth. 

It was something that made her feel content, glad to see the family whole and happy, comforted by the little details that only she seemed to observe, satisfied with no loose threads, all her embroidery gave her a small hint of peace. That was really her main role, the family’s seamstress, which she accepted wholeheartedly - it was better than nothing, and she always loved sewing.

The minor pieces of gratitude were a lifeline to her, after ten years of nothing. It made her day to know she’d done something they appreciated.

She’d quietly slipped inside during the final days of putting the last few pieces together through the back, and was pleased to find the dining room empty. Carefully, putting a nail into the centre of the wall and hammering in further in - the last part took longer than it should because of her weak arms.

But, eventually, the tapestry was hanging steady.

That had been two months ago.

The miracle had returned, they were reunited with their gifts and using them as they pleased, all of their images were in front door. Together, smiling. It was nice, everyone had agreed. Mirabel had settled back into her old routine of chores around the house with Pa and Tío Félix.

Well, settled, in this case is somewhat relative, considering that her behaviour is far from settled.

She’s always been skittish, but now she’s full on jumpy. Always on high alert for something.

Noise is the main trigger. Too much, too loud. It’s not necessarily small spaces, but something about the walls closing in her sets her off. She hates the hugs that confine her or being huddled inside Antonio’s forts, but she knows she must smile and get on with it.

She’s not sat in Casita remains, she’ll tell herself. And then cough to clear dust all the same.

The house was quiet.

Not that she would have preferred it to be noisy. That would hurt her, and she didn’t want to think about how it would hurt Dolores.

Everyone was asleep, or at least pretending to be. That was what Mirabel was doing.

She was tired, completely exhausted, and she wanted nothing more than to close her eyes and sleep until the sun rose. Truth be told, she hadn’t slept right since they moved. She never remembers going to sleep, her body just eventually passes out from exhaustion.

But the thoughts in her head never went to sleep. They would be there when she woke up, when she was in school, when she was sewing, and, such as right now, when she went to bed.

Thoughts about Abuela. And Mama and Pa. And Tía Pepa and Tío Félix and Tío Bruno and Isabela and Luisa and Dolores and Camilo and Antonio.

Thoughts about all the horrible ways this second chance could crumble to nothing. Of all the little mistakes she was bound to make and all the different ways it would drive people away.

What if she messes up?

What if she gets in the way?

What if they continue to forget her?

What if the miracle fades?

What if the house cracks?

What if the house collapses?

What if they leave her for dead?

Within a second, Mirabel is out of bed. Her feet pacing along the cold wood, arms wrapping around her sides.

She tries to stop herself from spiralling any further. Digging her fingernails harsh into the fabric around her hips, she desperately tried to ground herself.

This was getting ridiculous. She hadn’t even been anywhere near the cracks this time. Usually, this happened when she was in the dining room or the bottom of the stairs or staring up at where the candle use to be.

She carefully opens the nursery door and peers into the darkness.

Still and quiet and peaceful.

Just to be sure, she’ll have a quick walk.

~~~~~~

She’d found nothing.

Mirabel checked again, as soon as she woke up the next morning. She smiled with satisfaction, sighed in relief and went about her day.

Two, maybe three, boys not much older than Antonio had started questioning her on the way home from school. They were curious about how Julieta’s healing food worked and were going to ask Camilo, but he had told them to wait for the girl in the teal skirt.

Because still nobody knew her name.

One of the boys pulled her aside to sit with them. She complied.

“Come on! Tell us, tell us about the magic!”

“How does it work?”

“Is it just an excuse to eat cocadas?”

She’ll admit, they weren’t the best listeners, glancing constantly at each other and giggling. But they seemed to be interested in the conversation. Bouncing with questions and theories. While she was answering, something sliced open her palm.

The boy grinned at her, still holding her hand and a red stained shard of glass in the other. They all laughed. Asking if she would go get herself healed and could demonstrate it to them.

It hurt. It burned. And their laughter was ringing in her ears.

The cut looked like the one from Casita’s tile.

This time was painful. Deep. And bleeding more. It wasn’t a mere accidental scratch. This had been purposeful. God, had Camilo stitched her up intentionally? Did he know they were going to do this?

“Hello? Why aren’t you getting healed?”

“Do you not feel hungry?”

“She looks like she’s about to cry.”

“Pft! I wouldn’t cry about that, I’m a big boy.”

She gently pulled her hand away and got up. “I’m sorry… I have to go.”

They watched, booing in disappointment, as she quickly put distance between them. Where did they even find broken glass?

Dinner is impossible.

She can’t hold anything without raising suspicion. There’s already a few red droplets on her skirt, thankfully it just blends in seamlessly with the colourful embroidery. But she starts getting concerned glances from the adults because she’s not eating and eventually, she has no choice but to suck up the pain and get on with it.

Once she’s finished, she goes to take her plate to the kitchen.

She can’t help but smile. She’s proud and bewildered at herself. She got through dinner and she’s going to go wash the bloody evidence before anyone knows anything. Maybe she’ll even go to bed early tonight.

She tucked her chair in with new found determination.

And then she heard a crack directly behind her and she dropped her plate. It shattered over her foot, shards scratching and lodged in the skin, but Mirabel doesn’t even react to it.

She couldn’t. She’s more focused on the crack.

Mirabel tries to work out where it came from. Amber eyes scanning every tile, wall and the ceiling. There’s nothing. But she heard it! There has to be! She can’t help but link it back to the disastrous proposal dinner…

“Mirabel, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Mi amor?”

“Mirabel?”

“She looks pale.”

“Sobrina?”

“Mirabel, mija, are you okay?”

“Hellooo?”

“What’s up with her?”

Over ten voices babble at once, it’s too much and Mirabel is slipping. She mentally scrabbles and grips and tries to keep herself conscious but she’s falling, falling, being dropped over the edge of Casita—

“Mirabel!”

She gasped and stumbled backwards, bumping into someone, she jerks out of the grasp of her father trying to steady her. Blurry faces are staring at her, confused and horrified; it really is the dinner proposal all over again.

She blinks once, twice. The back wall is still blurry. Where are her glasses? She was just wearing them, wasn’t she? Naturally, she’s confused and she looks around as though she didn’t know where she was.

“Are you alright, sobrina?” Pepa asked, her voice thick with worry. As if the rumbling clouds weren’t enough of a giveaway. 

“You kinda zoned out there for a minute.” Agustín explained.

“Sorry. I’m fine.”

Julieta and Félix exchange skeptical looks, but didn’t do anything when the second youngest assured them all that she was fine.

“Are you sure?” Julieta gently touches her daughter’s shoulder, “You can go up to bed if you’re not well. Someone else can handle the cleaning.”

“No, really, I’m fine.”

Sure, her ankle hurt a little, but that was just dropping a plate over it. Not from her weird and sudden daze.

Night falls and she was back in the same place she was last night.

Her mother had given her some arepas earlier, but Mirabel passed those straight to Camilo when no one was looking.

There’s nothing she can do about it. The cuts keeps opening and the memories do too. She wasn’t getting it or her ankle healed, that would make the memories real. She wasn’t doing this again. Casita wasn’t breaking.

She was curled up in bed, reading a book she doesn’t know the title of - having picked it randomly from her shelf. Holding it awkwardly in her left, unharmed hand. Hoping for sleep.

~~~~~~

The next day is a blur. But it’s not much better.

Her tapestry hangs tattered in the dining room, separating her from the rest of the family. She found it like that in the morning, when setting the table. A knife left on the counter, still caught in loose threads. She would have fixed it during the day, but everything she touches breaks. And it’s not like anyone else noticed.

She hasn’t cried so much since before Casita fell. She wept hard, her palm burned.

Mirabel was lost.

She wanted to go home.

She whimpered softly, feeling tears, but she stamped them back down. She would not lose herself. She couldn’t. That’s why Casita broke last time. Besides, she’s always been in denial of her feelings - always telling people she’s fine.

There was a crash of thunder; actual, genuine thunder. Not Tía Pepa.

Mirabel jumped out of bed, slamming her body up against the wall and staring with wide eyes as at the closed shutters as the heavy downpour of rain suddenly came down against the building.

It was dark and grey, just like this, when the house collapsed.

In spite of how clearly she remembers the fall, she can’t remember if the weather was as stormy. There had been a few drops of rain, the last of Pepa’s powers. But Mirabel doesn’t know if there was anything else.

She can easily imagine a storm.

Lightning slashing over the mountains as thunder rolled through her eardrums. Cracks appearing everywhere, jagged and fang-shaped.

She’s pulled from her thoughts by loud voices. Her family. They were arguing about something downstairs.

Abuela’s voices rises above the rest.

She tries to block her grandmother out with her hands. It’s useless. She can hear so clearly.

Thunder rattled the structure.

Not again.

She’s out the door before she knows what she’s doing, going for the candle.

Mirabel stumbled away from the nursery, managing to keep a steady balance and pace, even with her rising anxiety. Her eyes look up, staring at the empty darkness of where the candle once sat.

They don’t have the candle anymore.

Because she killed it.

Where’s the miracle coming from now then?

It was all her fault.

The doorknob?

She never deserved it.

Turning on her heel, she heads down stairs, put go breath. Several confused and concerned voices call her name from the kitchen, but she doesn’t hear them.

Mirabel’s fingers, stiff and pale, wrapped around the brass handle. Nothing. It’s not locked, she can see that, but it doesn’t open either.

She yanked at the doorknob. Didn’t budge. Was the door always so stiff? She pulled again in panic. Nothing. When the third jiggle of the doorknob did nothing, Mirabel finally unwrapped her hand from the metal.

However, to her surprise, the house tiles lifted to push her back, gently sending her to the floor, in the centre of the courtyard.

In her grave.

Or her almost grave.

She stumbled to her feet and planned to charge at the door, hoping that would open it, but a pair of arms secured themselves around her waist and pulled her off the floor. The grip was tight, crushing even, like being underneath the remains. She screamed.

“Shh, it’s okay, Mirabel, you’re okay. You’re going to be just fine,” a distant voice says. “Take it easy, Miraboo. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

That was a lie. Mirabel could never be ‘fine’ again. She was broken beyond repair. Neither was everything okay, the house was mere minutes away from collapsing.

“Mirabel, can you hear us?” Asked another voice. “You’re safe, you’re in Casita.”

“You’re safe, mija, nobody’s going to harm you. It’s just us.”

Her voice chipped away to nothingness, leaving her unable to do anything but whimper. Thrashing wasn’t doing much either, her body was tired and sore, so Mirabel relaxed in the hold. The rampage of her mind seemed to holt.

Everything about this was wrong.

Whether Agustín’s grip had become lax or he had intentionally let her go as she was calmer, Mirabel’s feet tapped against the cool tiles. Agustín’s arms had barely left for a second before she was instinctively bolting for the front door.

Once again, the doorknob refused to budge. Even as she put all of her weight on it.

An arm wraps around her again, she shrieks and whirls around, back slamming against the wood.

It still doesn’t move.

Her mind was back to going a million miles per hour, amber eyes trying to locate another solution - though most of her vision was blurry. She settled on the patio door.

Scampering to the right and screaming as if she was being murdered when someone tried to grab at her again. She continued crying out as the handle unscrewed itself before she could lay a finger on it.

The thing clanged on the floor.

Now she wasn’t only crying in panic that she wouldn’t get out, but this only proved that the building was starting to break.

It was only a matter of time.

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #madrigal family

[coffee-ig]

Yandere Family Madrigals

TW: Yandere themes

Oh, well this is going to end up way badly-

It won't depend if you are related to them by blood or they have adopted you. You are their family and they are your family right?

First of all you can contact with people other than them but they should approve of those people or they can be the family's friend.

Did I mention that as a family they are way more overprotective than single. They somehow know what you are doing and what you are not doing. They know your hobbies.

Dolores can hear everything so don't ever try to hide anything from her.

Isa has always been the center so she expects a lot of attention from you. She would want you to give her as much as attention you can give her and no one else.

However, if you are not impressed by her manners or such then she would use her powers and make flowers grow whichever you like.

She will also see this is as a competition to have much more attention to herself rather than her cousins or siblings.

Camilo will shapeshift and make you laugh. He can always put up a smile on your face by doing random things. Sometimes he will shapeshift into strangers and do weird actions which will make you laugh so hard that your stomach will start hurting.

Louisa does not want any attention or such but she wants to feel loved and useful to you in any situation. She is also very comforting as compared to the others in the family.

Now comes Bruno. First of all when he had been hiding himself all those years ago he would still communicate with you.

He will talk through tunnels or walls also there are a few holes so he might even watch you over too. If he notices that something is wrong he will immediately tell it to Dolores or there are chances that Dolores would have heard what had happened with him.

Antonio loves playing with you he will even make you meet the animals which you have ever wanted to observe. They can be wild or be pretty tame for Antonio it is just a slice of cake.

Mirabel thinks that she is not enough for her friend because she does not have any gift rather than her siblings or cousins who do have gifts.

After Bruno is back to family he will spend more time with you. Even though he knows a lot about you and will never get bored of you.

However, he did fear that you might hate him, after all everyone hated him so why wouldn't you hate him?

The elders are slightly better though.

Now Pepa is ready to flood almost all the village for you. She won't hesitate twice if someone or almost everyone in the village shamed you for reasons. She won't tolerate anyone doing bad to you.

On a better note she loves you a lot like a daughter/son.

Julieta will make sure that you eat properly and are in a better health. Julieta will also be the most comforting person in the whole family. You can always rely on her.

Felix and Augustin help you settle in very quickly they make jokes here and there. They know when you are feeling sad and when you are feeling better.

The family love you a lot and will always protect you. Just don't get on the bad side and don't ever try to leave them.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #headcanons #platonic yandere #yandere encanto #yandere magridal family #yander camilo #yandere julieta madrigal #yandere pepa #yandere felix #yandere augustin #yandere mirabel #yandere isabela madrigal #yandere antino #yandere bruno #yandere alma

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Ooo for a prompt, if you want, Antonio and Mirabel having to promise to be gentle with Bruno because they wanna have some tìo time but Bruno is having a bad mental health day and/or a migraine.

They’re the babies of the family and I love this trio so much 💕💕

“Where’s Tio Bruno?” Antonio asked, looking around the breakfast table with a disappointed pout.

“Bruno’s not feeling well today, bébé,” Pepa said gently. “Remember we told you how he feels sick sometimes?”

“Oh…” Antonio nodded in understanding, but was still plainly disappointed. “But he promised to play today.”

Mirabel leaned in closer to Dolores and whispered, “Migraine or depression?”

Dolores held up two fingers and tapped the side of her head. Ah, bad mental health day then. Mirabel would keep an eye on that.

To her surprise, Bruno ended up joining them for breakfast. He was late and Mirabel’s heart twisted as she realised he’d plainly been crying.

“Tio!” Antonio shot up from his seat and tackled Bruno into a hug. “Are you feeling better?”

“Um- well, I…A bit…” Bruno was plainly scrambling to think of a lie or reassurance, caught off guard. Luckily, Camilo distracted Antonio by pretending to steal his orange juice and Julieta quickly led Bruno to his seat.

He didn’t eat much. Most of his food went to his rats. Abuela tutted over their presence but, for once, she didn’t protest.

That alone told Mirabel how bad it was.

She watched her uncle like a hawk for any signs of distress. No way would he be able to handle a park full of screaming kids today. But would he be able to tell Antonio “no” when he felt like this?

Mirabel didn’t have a lot of experience with this sort of thing. Besides, was it really her business?

She firmly decided that, yes, yes it was. If her Tio was unhappy or unwell, Mirabel wanted to know. She wanted to help.

She couldn’t fix it, she knew that. But she could help.

After breakfast, Tio Bruno seemed only half-aware, stuck in his own head, drifting away. He knocked on the doorframe as he headed for the stairs, his head lowered and eyes dark. What little energy he had seemed to have vanished.

Antonio went racing after him. Mirabel caught him.

“Hold on, hombrecito!”

“But we’re going to the park today,” Antonio said. “Why’s Tio Bruno going back to bed?”

“He’s still not feeling well,” Mirabel explained, as gently as he could. “So he needs to rest.”

Antonio looked like he was thinking very hard about it.

“Can we help him?” he asked. “Maybe Tia Julieta’s food will make him better if he has more.”

“It’s, uh…not that kind of sickness.” Goodness, she was echoing Tio Félix now. “It’s- because of his visions!” It seemed so simple: Antonio already knew that Julieta couldn’t cure vision migraines. It was only a little white lie.

He nodded in understanding, looking sympathetic. Those big sad eyes should have been illegal.

“Then let’s find him a plushie and a story,” Antonio said solemnly. “That always makes me feel better.”

He didn’t wait for Mirabel’s agreement or permission; he went to his room and Mirabel hurried after him. He was sorting through his toys and books and he handed the biggest plushie to Mirabel, holding his favourite book with a smile.

“Let’s go make Tio feel better!” he said and Mirabel just about melted on the spot. She knew they should probably just leave Bruno alone, but…Well, hadn’t that been part of the problem? Leaving him alone had only made it worse before.

So Mirabel followed Antonio to Bruno’s room.

Bruno was curled up in bed, his curtains closed, and the blanket pulled right up over his head. Antonio climbed onto the bed, settling the plushie by Bruno’s head.

Only then did Bruno seem to register that he had company. He lowered the blanket a few inches, revealing tangled hair and painfully sad eyes.

“Uh…?” He pushed the blanket down fully from his face and Antonio sprawled next to him as Mirabel sat on Bruno’s left, the book in her lap.

“We can have a story day,” Antonio said happily. “So we won’t hurt your head.”

For a moment, Bruno’s face was so expressionless that Mirabel feared he’d kick them out. Maybe he’d even snap at them, or start crying, or- well, she didn’t know. But maybe they were only making him feel worse.

Bruno didn’t say anything. His smile was small and weak, barely there- but it was a smile. Mirabel sighed in relief.

“I’ll read,” she said and Bruno shot her a grateful look as he sat up. Antonio cuddled against him, smiling at Mirabel expectantly.

No, Mirabel couldn’t be sure if she was doing the right thing at all. She was willing to bet no one in her family really knew how to help.

But they were trying. They were doing better.

And Bruno was smiling. That was what mattered.

Mirabel opened the book and began to read.

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Encantober 2023 Day 2: Siblings

Tonight was going to be the best day that the Madrigal grandkids were waiting for for several months; it was their first sibling sleepover since Mirabel’s gift ceremony! They have not had one since then because of how it has affected Mirabel, and the rest of the grandkids did not want her to feel bad. Now that the miracle has been saved and everyone has been doing better than they were before, they decided to bring it back and include Antonio with them now that he has his own room.

When the Madrigal family finished dinner, the grandkids made their way upstairs to grab their sleeping bags and go into Antonio’s room for their party. They decided to have their sleepover in Antonio's room since not only it was his first Madrigal grandkid sleepover, but also since everyone used to have their sleepovers in each of their rooms after their gift ceremony, and now that Antonio has his own room, it was time to have the sleepover in his room.

Mirabel was the first to come to Antonio’s room besides himself. All she needed was her sleeping bag and her homemade bear and change into her pajamas and that was it. A few minutes later, Camilo made his way into his younger brother’s room, changed into his pajamas with his sleeping bag and his stuffed chameleon that Mirabel made for him for his tenth birthday.. He laid his sleeping bag next to Antonio’s and sat in the semi-circle they made.

“I hope I wasn’t too late. I wasn’t able to find Cuddles so I was looking all over for him, but it turned out he fell under the bed.”

“You’re not super late. We were just setting up and making sure Parce stayed in his playhouse for the night with Pico and Chispi. Are the older ones coming soon?”

“They should be. We already know Isabela needs to do her hair before every sleepover we have.” Mirabel rolled her eyes. “I know Dolores needs her earmuffs and Luisa is trying to find Sparkle.”

Right on cue, Isabela and Dolores came into the room together. The duo put their sleeping bags next to Mirabel’s to leave one more space in the circle for Luisa. Now that the five of them are settled in their sleeping bags, cozy with their pajamas on and their plush toys, each handmade by Mirabel, and they could all begin the party. Not that long after, Luisa came into the room with her sleeping bag in one hand and Sparkle, her stuffed unicorn given to her by Alma for her gift ceremony, in the other.

“Lo siento, everybody; I couldn’t find Sparkle anywhere and I didn’t want to come without her. You all know I’ve slept with her every night since she was given to me and I can’t bother to lose her.”

“It’s okay, Luisa. Now that you found her, you can finally be here tonight!” Antonio said excitedly as he hugged his cousin.

Luisa placed her sleeping bag between Dolores and Camilo, now creating a circle of six sleeping bags with all six of the Madrigal grandkids snuggled inside them. Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno came inside with several bowls of snacks; the triplets promised they would bring the snacks upstairs when dinner was finished.

“We brought some Choclitos, Rosquillas, and Mani Motos for you,” Julieta pointed out as she put the bowls in the middle of the sleeping bag circle.

“We figured we’d buy you the snacks you used to beg us to buy every time you wanted to have a sleepover together. The same ones we begged your abuela to buy when we would have the same sleepovers,” Pepa explained.

“We bought them for you for old time’s sake,” Bruno added.

“Gracias, mami, Tia Juli, Tio Bruno,” Antonio replied.

“It’s already feeling like when we were kids all over again,” Mirabel added.

The triplets smiled and left the room together so their kids could have their fun. Camilo and Mirabel then took giant handfuls of the Choclitos and stuffed them in their mouths. Isabela rolled her eyes at her sister and cousin and attempted to hold in a laugh. One thing that has not changed is those two stuffing their faces with snacks whenever they could. 

“Do you think maybe we could play a game? Did you guys used to play games at your sleepovers?” Antonio asked.

“Of course we did, Tonito. One of our favorites we used to play was Icebreaker Catch. We have a beach ball with silly questions on them and we would throw it to each other, and the person that catches it has to answer the question that their right thumb is on or closest to,” Isabela explained.

“We used to play it at the camps we used to do when we were kids, so we thought we would play again together,” Dolores said as she took out a beach ball with questions written all over it in permanent marker.

“So, let’s get started!” Mirabel said.

Dolores threw the ball to Antonio, since this was his first time playing and his first sleepover with his siblings. He turned the ball to see where his right thumb landed on, and he found his thumb closest to the question, “What is your worst nightmare?”

Antonio thought a bit before answering. They did not expect his answers to be too intense since he was still young. “My worst nightmare would be losing Mirabel. I remember when she saved the miracle and when we lost the house during that time. Papi was with me and he told me all I was saying was ‘where’s Mirabel? Where’s Mirabel?’ and he couldn’t answer. He didn’t know and it made me scared.”

Mirabel got out of her sleeping bag and gave Antonio a hug. She shed a tear and Antonio hugged her back. “Te amo, Antonio; I’m so sorry if I worried you at any point.”

“It’s okay, Mirabel. I’m just happy you’re here and alive.”

After the two youngest cousins finished hugging, Antonio grabbed the ball and threw it to Camilo. He turned the ball when he caught it and read the question his right thumb landed on, “Have you ever fallen asleep in class?”

Camilo rolled his eyes and tried to hold in a snort. “I think you know the answer to this one already; I’ve fallen asleep in class several times.”

“Well, what was the most memorable time you’ve done so?” Mirabel asked.

“Probably that one time when we were in our eighth grade history class and I came to school so sleep deprived because the night before was so busy that I genuinely couldn’t control myself that time. I guess since everyone expects me to fall asleep near the halfway mark of the period that it was shocking to everyone else in class.”

“It was shocking to me, at least. I never expected you to be asleep at the very beginning of class.”

The grandkids laughed and when they were finished, Camilo popped a Choclito in his mouth and threw the ball to Mirabel. She turned the ball to find her right thumb and read the question, “What do you use when you run out of toilet paper?”

Mirabel blushed, but answered anyway, “When I just run out of toilet paper, I tend to use the roll that comes with it. But when that’s done, I tend to use one of the towels that’s hanging on the racks.”

“You better put those in the hamper to wash after they’re finished!” Isabela yelled when Mirabel confessed.

“No, duh, I do. Do you really think I would just leave towels all over the place that I just wiped myself with? You know I’m better than that!”

“...I’ve been doing the same thing when we run out of toilet paper for years,” Camilo confessed. 

Isabela groaned and laid down on her sleeping bag to recoup from the confessions. Dolores tapped on her shoulder to get up and Mirabel threw the ball to Luisa. She turned the ball and found her right thumb on the question, “Have you ever peed your pants in public?”

Luisa put the ball down slowly next to her as she answered. “I remembered there was this one time when I was in seventh grade, I was giving a presentation in my literature class, and I remember this was the first time I ever had an oral presentation in a class I also had with Gabriela. You guys knew I liked her since I started puberty, and when I was in the middle of my presentation, I felt my legs shaking and something wet in my underwear, and my teacher pulled me aside to ask me if I was aware that I peed myself. She let me go to the bathroom and finish the presentation after I cleaned myself and changed my clothes. I did feel a bit better afterwards because my nerves were let out the first time.”

Isabela and Mirabel moved to Luisa to give her a hug. They had no idea she embarrassed herself in front of Gabriela almost a decade ago, and wanted to give her the biggest hug imaginable for telling them about that.

“Hey, at least Gabriela knows that you like her and you’re both very happy together,” Isabela pointed out.

After the cool-colored sisters finished their hug, Luisa threw the ball to Isabela and she turned the ball to see what question her right thumb landed on. She found it and read the question, “Have you ever stolen something?”

Isabela thought before answering the question. “I remember this one time when Dolores and I were in high school and we were in town square with a couple of friends, and I found a pack of gum on a stand that it wasn’t supposed to be. I decided since I couldn’t find where it was supposed to be, I decided to put it in my pocket and continue window shopping with Dolores and our friends.”

Luisa, Dolores, and Mirabel giggled. “That was it? You never stole anything bigger than a pack of gum?” Luisa asked.

“I couldn’t think of any other time I stole something! You really think Senorita Perfecta would steal a car or a handbag?”

“That is true,” Camilo said. “I wouldn’t expect anything more than just a pack of gum when you were my age.”

Isabela threw the ball to Dolores, ending the first round. Dolores turned the ball to find her right thumb and read the question, “Have you ever re-gifted a gift?”

Dolores thought before answering. “I remember a couple years ago, I got this sweater from Abuela for Christmas, and while I loved it at first, when I put it on it itched so badly that I couldn’t bother to keep it anymore. So I re-gifted it that next Christmas at a party to a friend that also loved it so much and felt much more comfortable with her than with me. When Abuela noticed I wasn’t wearing it anymore, I told her the truth about how it felt on me and how I had no choice but to give it away. She was visibly upset, but from then on she asked me before she would buy clothes for me if it was comfortable first.”

“I know you thought about giving that sweater to me at first, and when I tried it on it was a little bit uncomfortable on me too, not as much as with you but still up there,” Isabela added on. “But I know Abuela appreciates you telling the truth to her.”

The grandkids continued playing more games throughout the night and eating the snacks their mothers and uncle gave to them beforehand until they each drifted to sleep one by one very late that night. Once the lights were turned off by Mirabel, the last one to fall asleep, she made her way inside her sleeping bag and took her glasses off to lay down. It was not until Antonio woke up seconds later to tap on Mirabel’s shoulder.

“Hey, Mira?”

“Yes, Antonio?”

“I just want to say this was the best sleepover ever. I hope we get to do it more often.”

“I hope so too, Tonito. I missed this and I’m sure everyone else missed it too.”

The cousin duo smiled at each other before falling asleep at the same time. All six of the Madrigal grandkids were visibly happy they got to do another sleepover again after not having one in a long time, with all of them smiling in their sleep. It was clear they wanted to do it all over again, and they would be planning the next one as soon as they woke up.

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Oscar: I bet you preferred staying at Bruno’s, avoiding these lot… Alea: [scoffs] Back to it, I guess. Stoicism is the way forward here.. don’t crack. Oscar: I’m not going to.

…

Kaden: Look what the cat dragged in-.. where’re you going? Bruno: I don’t have time for their theatrics, Kaden. I’ve got shit to do. Kaden: Hmph, fair.

Wyatt: Oh, good; you must’ve found her in one piece. Kian: You ought to make yourself scarce, before Oscar tries to finish what he started. Wyatt: If that was his plan, he’d have done it by now.

Oscar: Ugh. I’d love to smash his face in. Ivan: Well, you can’t. Oscar: Tch, what a load o’ bollocks-.. ain’t you supposed to be helping Bruno?

Ivan: I dunno anymore. He’s been blankin’ me for like, a week. Oscar: Clearly. Arturo: Oscar? A word.

…

Oscar: I wanted to apologise, for the way I left; the things I said. Arturo: I think it’s quite understandable. Oscar: What-…

Arturo: We all tend to say things we regret whilst enraged. Although, I wouldn’t recommend repeating yourself twice. Oscar: I won’t. Arturo: Were I in your shoes, I wouldn’t have stopped until his lungs were fit to burst with chlorine.

Oscar: … Arturo: I apologise on behalf of my son... I’m afraid it’s not in his nature to do so himself. Oscar: I want your word she’ll be left alone in the future.

Arturo: Of course. I told you, anyone important to you is important to me; you have my word. Oscar: What about his? Arturo: Leave me to deal with Wyatt... I appreciate your restraint this time around at least.

Oscar: He’s family after all. Arturo: Indeed… I must say, Oscar; you don’t look well. I wouldn’t want you ending up in hospital again. Oscar: Well-…

Arturo: Bruno suggested a stint in rehab may be beneficial to you, I think he makes a good point... I imagine you could do with a rest after the month you’ve just endured. Say the word and I’ll arrange it. Oscar: Uh, yeah.. I was thinking about it myself actually.

Arturo: That’s settled then… It’s the least I can do after what you’ve been through. Oscar: Thanks, Pookie. Arturo: [snorts] Don’t push your luck, Finch.

#somnium #sims 4 #storytelling #ts4 story #sims story #simblr #oscar finch #ivan harper #alea #bruno clarke #kaden shapiro #darien moore #wyatt shaw #kian flanagan #arturo flanagan #family?! 🤮

[madrigaljail]

I feel you on the burnout. I think I'm there too.

Crack idea: The rats actually go to confession.

The slightly less crack idea: The family trying to organize all of the animal friends that live in Casita for the Feast of Saint Francis (I've been doing research!)

Rat confession rat confession rat confession!

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“This is Nodgraedxil-”

Bruno blinked and shook his head. “No, no, that’s Jorge Junior, because of that time he got a thimble stuck on his head when he was a baby.”

“Tío.” The tone in Antonio’s voice was far too close to the disappointed-and-exasperated one Félix used sometimes. “That’s not his real name. And he says you promised not to tell anyone about that again, was that a lie?”

“...technically, I guess?” Bruno looked helplessly at José, who shrugged. 

“I’ll put it on your tab,” the priest muttered, then leaned down to get a closer look at the rat in Antonio’s hands. To his credit he kept his expression neutral; Bruno knew he was not convinced of the little creatures’ charms, which made him agreeing to do this an act of professional courtesy. “And what does, uh, Nadgerd-”

“Nodgraedxil.”

“-have to confess?”

After ruling out the confessional itself they’d opted to do this in the little chapel off the main altar, as it offered both privacy and an appropriate level of formality for the proceedings. Bruno perched on the edge of a pew, José - dressed in his frock and collar - sat on a chair facing him, and between them stood Antonio, who had taken the rat from his uncle and presented him to the priest for absolution.

“He steals berries from Señor Queso because he’s jealous. He wants to play Ratón Pérez in a concert some time. So…he confesses to theft. And envy.”

“I see,” José said gravely. His gaze shifted from the rodent to Bruno and managed to convey exactly how delighted he was by this ridiculous situation, and Bruno felt his heart melt a little. Maybe it wasn’t just professional courtesy. “And is he sorry for what he has done?”

Antonio waggled a finger at Nodgraedxil, who sat up on his haunches and grasped it in his front paws, then nuzzled his fuzzy face against it. The boy hummed. “He says yes, but that he still wants a chance to be Ratón Pérez.”

This particular rat, Bruno knew, had proven difficult to train and simply refused to stay in one spot not matter how much positive reinforcement he received. Still, it was worth another try, so he shrugged and nodded. 

“Alright. Next time, Jorg- Nodgraedxil will have a turn. But only if he stops stealing berries.”

“Yes, he has to…show penitence,” José agreed while failing to keep a straight face. He sat back and cleared his throat. “Nodgraedxil, I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”

The humans made the sign of the cross. The rat squeaked and scratched behind his ear with a back foot.

“Can he have a bread snack now?” Antonio asked in a stage whisper.

José thought about this, then folded his hands. “Not right now, but when your tío brings him up to the altar next Mass, he will.”

Bruno’s jaw dropped and he  looked from his nephew to his rat to his…whatever they were, about to protest, but Antotio was beaming at him happily, and José gave him a wink, and he settled back in the pew, sighing.

“Fine. But I’ve got like four more rats in this ruana so you’d better make sure you’ve got enough rodent-sized sacraments to go around.”

“And grape juice!” Antonio enthused. “He says he wants the grape juice too.”

Bruno snorted. “Maybe you can serve it to them in a thimble.”

Nodgraedxil, outraged, leaped over and gave Bruno a reproachful nip on the hand. This caused some swearing, which resulted in a whole new round of confessions.

#my writing #sedaverse #encanto drabble #prompt fic #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #José Guzmán (kseda) #bruno's rats #seda's blaspheming again #bruno madrigal x omc

[estoniacobaltpayne]

The Mystery of Your Loneliness

The Mystery of Your Loneliness

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal X GN! Reader

Warning: Angst, Cursing, Mentions of Heavy Drinking and Alcohol

A/N: So this is a semi sequel to Goodnight Sweet Prince, both of these can be read on their own. I’ve been trying to finish this one for forever, so thanks for your patience. I credit Bruno’s birthday on the 17th the inspiration for finishing it. Be warned, as this has some bits that go into the dark depths of Bruno’s psyche while in the walls. Anyways, enjoy.

Dolores Madrigal liked to think of herself as a practical woman. A “don’t ask, don’t tell” kind of woman. After all, 7 plus years of hearing everything someone says or does- down to their heartbeat- tends to wear on one’s ability to care too much about the trivial little “he said she said”’s constantly being tossed about the small Encanto, of which there were many. She’d heard too much, starting at far too young an age, to be bothered with who’s having an affair with who, or the gossip that was spread across the dinner tables of the village.

No, instead, Dolores tended to save the announcements of revelations brought to her attention via her gift for the big things, for the important things. Like when the astonishingly old Señora Vasquez took a tumble off of her one and only porch step again, Dolores knew she’d need to relay the situation to her tía Julieta, who’d rush off with a plate of buñuelos to aid the fallen woman.

Not many things held Dolores’ attention for too long, and it took a lot for her to be surprised by something.

So when she had awoken the morning after her little cousin Mirabel’s failed gift ceremony, she had been shocked to find that she had been taken completely by surprise.

Her tío Bruno had simply… vanished, and it was the first time Dolores ever truly hated her gift. Somehow, in the middle of the night, Bruno had disappeared and because she was in her room when it happened (the only place which granted her relief from the never ending onslaught of noise), she hadn’t heard him slink away. And as the months passed, Dolores watched as the rest of her family and the Encanto began to turn their backs on the hope of finding their lost fortune teller. Their lost tío. Their lost hermano. Their lost friend. No amount of familial pressure, nor no amount of family feuding had ever disappointed Dolores about her family like their willingness- their eagerness- to forget Bruno had. And casita, it seemed, had agreed with her.

Dolores had noticed a whole new set of sounds emanating from within the walls of Casita, bemoaning the loss of a beloved Madrigal. Little creaks, small cracking sounds, even little sighing sounds as the house moved and settled. She’d never heard these sounds coming from within Casita before, but given that the house was… sentient, for a lack of better words, Dolores simply attributed the sounds to Casita’s mourning of Bruno.

It wasn’t until one night about 6 months later, where she had been up much too late, unable to sleep as her mind stirred restlessly with the predicaments her family were facing and fighting about, wandering the unlit halls of La Casa Madrigal when Dolores realised that the heartbreaking little sounds coming from the walls were not, in fact, the house itself. As she descended the stairs and entered the dining room, Dolores heard what she could only assume was someone… moving furniture? And with such a peculiar sound, how could a bright, young 12 year old not investigate?

As she listened more closely, she began to realise that the sounds, aside from the scraping of furniture across the floor, sounded all too familiar. A little “hmm” here, the shuffling of sandals there, and every so often, a “fuck!” hissed under a breath. And a heartbeat. To Dolores, it almost sounded like-

“Tío Bruno?”

Suddenly, all the noises behind the dining room wall stopped. No shuffling, no humming. Only the heartbeat remained, which grew increasingly louder and faster.

“Tío, I know it’s you.”

Bruno was silent for a minute, hoping that Dolores would turn around and walk away; hoping that she’d think she was mistaken and never think back on this moment again, or that she’d wake up the next morning and just assume that this was all a strange dream she’d had. But he knew better. His months of isolation hadn’t ruined his mind yet. Finally, he responded.

“You should be asleep, Dolores.”

But Dolores wouldn’t have that.

“Where have you been? The entire family was looking for you!”

“Dolores-“

“And then Abuela got tired of hoping and she was so angry and she gets mad whenever anyone talks about you now and-“

“Dolores! For someone who can hear to the ends of the earth, I would have thought you’d be able to listen better!”

The young girl was instantly embarrassed. I’ll never talk that much again, she thought. But she was angry. How could he sit back there, hiding from a family that was losing hope in him?

“I’m sorry, Dolores, I shouldn’t have said… Dolores, I need you to do me a favor; promise me that you won’t go and tell the family I’m here. For their sake. If they find out that Mirabel-“ Bruno cut himself off.

“Look, just know that this is for them. For the Encanto. For my miracle.”

Dolores was confused. How could abandoning the family possibly save them?

“But tío Bruno, we can save the miracle if we work together as a family!”

But this time, Bruno didn’t respond. At least- not verbally. Dolores could hear the quiet sobs that her uncle tried to muffle into his hand. She could hear the desperation that shivered down his spine with each shaky breath he tried to take in.

“No, Dolores. Not the miracle. My miracle.”

For a minute, Dolores was only more confused. But as she thought about it more… how could she forget, Bruno’s dearest friend, the one that spent so much time at La Casa Madrigal, the one Bruno had been too afraid to say “I love you” to? The one who had been to every Madrigal birthday and supported her and her brother and cousins their whole lives? The all-hearing girl had always been a hopeless romantic, and she always knew the bond her uncle had with his closest companion went far beyond friendship. Dolores always knew that what her tío and his friend possessed for each other was a deep, understanding, and desperate love. Dolores was pulled out of her pondering when her tío finally gathered himself together enough to speak coherently again.

“We finally told each other, and wow, do we have god-awful timing. Literally right as I was leaving.”

Dolores chuckled, “serves you right for the time you told me I’ll suffer from unrequited love my whole life.”

Bruno scoffed theatrically, “blasphemy! Slain by mine own kin! You put thine own self-serving words into my mouth, girl! Never did such an utterance leave my lips! But lo, I shant deceive thee, that mayhaps I had proclaimed that one day, a gent with whom you may or may not find yourself smitten with, shall propose matrimony unto a maiden yond is not thee!”

The two were resolved into a fit of quiet laughter over Bruno’s goofy Shakespearean acting, and for a moment, Dolores felt like she had her uncle back; that he wasn’t hiding behind a wall that was both literal and figurative.

Unfortunately, the gravity of the situation wouldn’t allow them to dwindle in that moment for long.

“All I have left is this portrait photo from few winters ago. At the time, I thought… I thought I’d have more time to say ‘I love you,’ but… well, we know how that turned out, don’t we? And when I left, I just figured that I’d dragged down the reputation of the one person who really cared about me enough; that maybe, if I was gone, I could give back what my miracle gave to me- a chance at something new. But then we kissed that night and I knew I’d always be a selfish son of a bitch. Oh, sorry! You didn’t hear me say ‘bitch!’ Oh shit, I did it again!”

As Bruno voiced his inner tangent about his cursing in front of his young niece, Dolores started to feel bad for her uncle; but she also couldn’t have been more proud to call him family in that very moment. He’d spent so long chasing after love, be it from his family, his community, or his miracle, only to have love ripped from him when he finally caught up to it. He willingly gave it up to protect everything.

“Can I ask for one more favor?”

“Anything, tío.”

“Can you… update me, from time to time? Just to let me know that everything’s ok. Just to make sure that the light doesn’t die. In either miracle,” Bruno added with a hollow chuckle.

“You have my word.”

Bruno sighed out, “thank you, Dolores,” and looked at the picture to his left. Various belongings he’d brought with him or had snagged when he snuck out at night had been littered across the floor, or piled up on crates he’d stacked up along the walls in lieu of bookshelves. His little room in the walls was disorganised and hodgepodged. But the picture of you he’d told Dolores about was proudly displayed on the only tidy part of the room- the little table he’d made for himself that sat attached to the wall he shared with the dining room. Bruno had placed the photo there, across from his seat where he’d crudely drawn the image of what was his family dinner plate, so as to seem that you were there with him while he ate, smiling not at the camera he had been holding when he took the picture, but at the current him; the Bruno that was hiding himself away. It was a good picture, too. You hadn’t realised he had taken it the time, and maybe you never would. You had stubbornly claimed you didn’t need a sweater that day because “you were never cold.” But then, you were cold, and so Bruno, who’d come thoroughly prepared as he was always cold, swept off the ruana he’d been wearing and angrily slipped it over your head, muttering about how ‘he was right’ and that ‘you should have brought your damn sweater.’ But one look at you, and he knew he’d never blame you for forgetting a coat again; in fact, he swore he’d make sure you’d forget it every time, just so he could keep relishing in the image that was you in his clothes.

But for the present Bruno, the photo was beginning to grow bittersweet; every glance he took at it reminded him of the fact that he’d most likely never get to see your face in person again. He’d never get to be playfully angry with you again. He’d never get to kiss you again. And as the weeks turned into months which turned into years, Bruno found that he couldn’t look at that picture much at all. And as much as Bruno told himself that forgetting you altogether would be so much easier, he knew that for one, he’d be utterly incapable of forgetting you, and two, it wouldn’t be fair to you. And so, Bruno suffered in near silence, save for Dolores’ occasional updates on your wellbeing.

And, according to his niece, you weren’t doing all too bad. You still spent time with your friends and family. You still went to the same bar the two of you frequented together (although sometimes you apparently spent a little too much time there). You still visited Casita to see his sisters and their families; a few times he’d even caught little glimpses of you through the holes in the wall, and it made it so much harder to remain hidden when he did.

But he was never more tempted to leave the walls for you than he was on the night of his 45th birthday. Alma had of course thrown a birthday bash for ‘Pepa and Julieta’ (it was no longer a birthday party for ‘the triplets,’ something that deeply wounded Bruno at first, but as the years dragged on Bruno found himself growing numb to it). The sisters had opted for a smaller affair than normal, with Pepa being suddenly pregnant again and unable to consume the alcohol needed to quell her nerves around large crowds.

Amongst the close friends and family in attendance was you, and with the party mostly taking place over dinner, Bruno got to watch you through the wall for most of the night. Dolores’ remarks about your worsening drinking habits were, to Bruno’s chagrin, true, as he saw you drink enough for both yourself and Pepa. Your drunken charades didn’t go unnoticed either; as everyone else trickled out for the evening, his mother pulled you aside.

“I’m worried about you,” he heard his mother remark to you. He watched as you cast your gaze away towards the wall, anywhere to escape her scrutiny. Little did you know that you were inadvertently staring into Bruno’s eyes through the unnoticed crack he used to peer out of.

“I’m fine, Alma. Just… passing time.”

Passing time until what? Bruno mentally inquired. Alma, it seemed, didn’t need to ask to know the answer.

“I know you had feelings for… him, but I had hoped you would have found someone else to warm your heart by now.”

The air grew stiff. The thickness penetrated even the walls, rooting Bruno to the spot. “Don’t say it” resonated between each of you. Everyone, including yourself, could feel that you wanted to say it, and your pause made it clear you were trying to hold your tongue, but it seemed the alcohol diminished your ability to do so.

“Bold words coming from you of all people, Alma.”

Alma, for her credit, took it far better than Bruno would have thought she would have; less personally than he thought she would have.

“All I meant was that you should seek happiness. That you should start thinking about your future beyond today; beyond this week, beyond this year.” You scoffed, bringing up the bottle of tequila you’d been nursing throughout the evening to take a sip of what was left of it. “But it’s hard to look that far into the future with a bottle of reposado permanently attached to your lips,” Alma encouraged, taking the bottle from your hand.

But you just cast your eyes downward, a far away look looming in them as you slurred your response.

“I spent so long dwelling in the future. For once, I want to just wallow in the past.”

Bruno didn’t miss the double entendre in your ‘future’ comment, and the thread of hope that you’d eventually be happier without him completely unraveled. After all, wasn’t one of the main reasons he’d hidden himself away to give you the chance for better? He spent so long pining after you. He spent so long knowing you loved him too, and spent too long being too much of a damn coward to say it aloud to you. And he almost risked it all in that very moment; almost hacked down the whole damn wall that kept you from him and oh, how it would have been the sweetest birthday gift he’d ever gotten, too.

But then he thought of the vision.

He thought of the miracle breaking. He thought of the house breaking. He thought of little Mirabel trying her hardest but eventually breaking herself.

He thought of you breaking.

And unlike Mirabel, not just in terms of your psyche.

No. No! He couldn’t dwell on that, it would devour him. No, he had to save you.

He could do this, he could stay away. He could save you from himself.

When Alma left the room, you remained behind, staring at the faded painting of Bruno on the family tree.

“Oh, mi amor. I hope that wherever you are, life’s easier for you than it is for me right now.”

You sunk to the floor and sobbed. “Happy damn birthday, Bruno.”

Had you been more sober, you’d have heard the “hush, amor, I’m always with you,” that came from within the walls.

As the next few years passed, you started coming around to La Casa Madrigal less and less, your presence an awkward reminder of what was and what could have been. When you did, you remained vacant; unexpressive and unimpressed, your brows permanently drawn upward in a passive resolve while your lips pulled downwards and deepened the frown lines around your mouth. Your eye sockets were deeper, your cheeks more hollow. Your weight fluctuated and your posture grew increasingly more slouched. But despite all that, your beauty never diminished in Bruno’s eyes.

It was the final years that were the hardest. It was as if he’d completely ceased to exist in not only the eyes of the Encanto, but in the eyes of his family. No one uttered his name, actively avoided it, really. Stories that involved him were not discussed, and any sentiment previously felt regarding him or his disappearance seemed to dissolve entirely. His name felt foreign to even his own tongue at this point, and with the passing years, the characters in the stories Bruno wrote to occupy himself started becoming synonymous with his own psyche; Bruno was no longer just Bruno. Bruno was also Hernando, the brave, the valiant, the suave. Bruno was Jorge, sturdy and practical. He was also Mateo, the laidback friend who always had weed. He was Teodoro, the honest. He was Andre. He was Roberto. He was Alejandro. The one person he was not? He was not Bruno. Never Bruno. Not anymore. Bruno was gone. Gone like… it didn’t matter. Bruno was useless when he was alive. Better off dead. Don’t think about him. He couldn’t scavenge the food at night like Santiago could. He couldn’t work the pipes to make some semblance of a shower like Jorge could. He’d never be good enough, like Diego was. Don’t think about it, shut it out. Shut it out! Keep the house standing. Let Dante write the stories so the rats can have something to do. The rats. The rats! Feed the rats! Another wall needs patching so the magic doesn’t break. Always the magic. Protect it. Protect them, Hernando! Oh, and don’t let Carlo spiral. He spirals. Spiral bad. Get food. Don’t fail them. Don’t fail them, don’t fail them-

“Can someone please just tell me about tío Bruno?”

Bruno, Bruno who?

“We don’t talk about Bruno!”

Yeah, we don’t talk about Bruno!

“Please, I’m going to save the miracle! But I need to know about Bruno if I’m going to do that!”

But the miracle is fine, Jorge patched it yesterday. Spilled spackle powder all over the floor, too. Why does Mirabel need to know about… who?

“If you want to know about Bruno, you should talk to his Miracle. Lives on the other side of town. The green house with the really tall palm tree.”

“Thank you, Dolores!”

Ah, Bruno. The one that belongs to his miracle. Bruno, the hopeless romantic. Bruno, who left to protect his family. Bad luck Bruno. Bruno the broken. Bruno the coward.

It was the first time he’d heard his name- his real name- in so long, over ten years. It was nice, grounding even, to hear it. And as… Bruno, watched Mirabel run off in search of his long lost friend, he felt like himself for the first time in a decade. And it was this clarity that told Bruno that his vision, the vision, was about to come to term. He could only hope he did enough to protect the magic, his family, and you.

Isabela Madrigal liked to think of herself as a cooperative woman. A woman of grace and sophistication. After all, 17 plus years of being everything someone else wants you to be- down to the smallest hair in place- tends to wear down on one’s ability to be anything outside of the preconceived perceptions placed upon them, completely complacent in the “I think you should”’s and “you must be perfect for”’s they’ve heard day in, day out.

But in this very moment, Isabela wanted nothing more than to break her reserve. She wanted to scream, shout, do anything to tarnish the image of her. After all, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that whatever occupied the minds of her father and Mirabel seemed to be more important than her engagement dinner; an engagement dinner she had bemoaned the arrival of, nonetheless. She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want to marry Mariano. She knew of Dolores’ feelings, and she held no real sentiments of romance toward him. So why not Dolores? But no, it couldn’t be Dolores that he was marrying. It had to be her. And as she watched her father and Mirabel pull strained, tight smiles and hurriedly encourage Mariano to propose, Isabela knew that no one in her family would ever even entertain the notion of her freedom. It was preposterous. Isabela? Her own person? Unacceptable.

Even her own mother was now preoccupied with Mirabel’s secret that Dolores undoubtedly told to the rest of the family. Julieta would never need to be concerned about Isabela; there was nothing to fix. She was already perfect. But Mirabel? Poor Mirabel, the gift-less one, the one that required all of her parents’ attention. Did they not realise that their eldest 2 daughters were flailing? Did they not realise that they needed fixing too?

When Isabela saw the reassembled shards of her long lost tío’s vision, she lost it. Poor Mariano, an innocent bystander of the disaster that was the Madrigal family, as a vine shot out of the ground and smashed his nose in. Of course, it was about Mirabel. Of course, the magic would only recognise Mirabel’s suffering. Of course she’d be the one to break the magic.

But what about everyone else? Was their suffering not enough to break the magic too? What about her tía Pepa, who had to suppress every negative emotion lest she wipe the town away with a wind storm? What about Luisa, who laboured tirelessly and without rest? What about her tío Bruno, who’s unfortunate gift was exploited to the point that he ran away? Did no one see their pain?

No, Isabela did not find it fair. She did not find it fair that, upon a closer look at Bruno’s vision, everyone was terrified of losing a magic that only seemed to create stress amongst the family, and she didn’t find it fair that her tío, wherever he may be, was about to lose everything.

“She’s back! She’s back!”

The cries of scared and flustered townsfolk rang through the air, signalling the return of Mirabel, who’d ran off in the aftermath of La Casa Madrigal falling. The horse sped through the streets, despite the weight of three people. And as Bruno looked around at the town he hadn’t seen in a decade, he was glad to see that most of the town went unscathed from the cracking of the mountain. A few houses here and there had a wall or two fallen in, two houses had even lost parts of their roofs as well. But nothing the town couldn’t pull together and fix. But none of them compared to the absolute ruin that was Casita.

“Mirabel! We looked everywhere for you! We were so worried!”

Bruno watched his sister embrace her daughter, watched on the side as the whole family came together for his mother to apologize. It was all a daze. He prayed that that part of his vision ended up not coming to fruition.

“My miracle… wasn’t at Casita when it fell, right?”

Everyone’s attention shifted towards him. He watched in slow motion as his sisters ran up to him, embracing him for the first time in 10 years. He remembered a round of apologies exchanged between the three of them. But he couldn’t focus. Not now. Not when-

“I need to know, please. The vision… my-“

“Not at Casita,” Mirabel exclaimed, “maybe at home, but not here. Looks like we can’t call you ‘back luck’ anymore, eh tío?”

Bruno wasn’t put at ease. His visions always came to pass, as much as he tried to stop them.

“Then where…” he trailed, his mind and stomach churning. There was a resounding chorus of “who”’s and “what”’s  from his family, especially the younger members who did not remember the most important person in Bruno’s life. His sisters tried to pull him back, tried to console him. But his mind was elsewhere. His vision explicitly showed his miracle; showed the crumbling green wall-

The green house!

Bruno raced off, leaving his family confusedly chasing after him.

Bruno always figured the green wall in his vision that tumbled down on you was that of his tower. It would be fitting that he’d be your ruin; after all he’d done to try and tear you down in your youth. But never did he think that it would be your own house. He never thought the house he’d spent so much time in when he was a young adult getting to know you, watching shit novelas and drinking shit wine would have the wall that committed the crime. A home. Your home. The home he’d spent so much time imagining the two of you wasting your days away in, laying in each other’s arms. The home he’d carry you into after your wedding; he wouldn’t want to stay in La Casa Madrigal, no, he’d want his privacy with you. The home where he’d christen every surface with the essence of the two of you on your wedding night, taking you over and over and over again until the two of you collapsed from euphoric exhaustion. The home you’d come back to after long days, just to relish in each other as you got to work on making dinner together; eating together; washing the dishes together. The home where he might even imagine a boy and his younger sister playing in the yard as he hung up the laundry to dry; he always liked the names Joaquin and Naomi. Little Naomi, she’d be his headstrong little girl, she’d have your nose and his eyes and hair. Joaquin, the son he’d be so proud of, the exact opposite in features. The home where he’d have the rest of his life to be with you.

But all the fairytales of this home-to-be came to a crashing halt when he reached your house.

It was one of the two buildings whose roofs had caved in, and the scene was more brutally grotesque than his vision could have ever prepared him for. Two opposing walls had been split by the cracks in the earth, collapsing in on themselves, sending the roof above crashing to the ground. Rebar and wooden support beams were poking out from the broken drywall, and split bricks and shattered terracotta roof tiles littered the ground. And somewhere in all of this mess, was you.

At first he couldn’t move. All he could do was stand there and process. Move, you idiot, you have do something, the one person you could always count on is counting on you now! Bruno thought urgently, but his feet remained frozen. This couldn’t be happening, his vision must have been wrong. Please let it be wrong, just this once!

By this point, the rest of his family had caught up to him, taking in the pile of rubbish that was the fallen house. They knew whose house it was, they knew it’s significance. They knew what was about to come. They told Camilo and Mirabel to take Antonio back up the hill to Casita.

Finally Bruno moved, with the encouragement of his niece Luisa, as she took his hand and helped guide him in the process of cleaning up the rubble.

Bricks were moved, and with the help of Agustin, Luisa, and Felix, the larger chunks of wall were set aside. No stone left unturned. Bruno didn’t think he heard or felt a single thing the entire time they were cleaning up the mess. He was just looking. For a sign. For anything. He needed to find you. You were all that mattered. Sure it was great to have his family back, but he didn’t think that would matter all too much if you weren’t part of the package.

“Bruno,” he distantly heard Julieta say to him, and his heart plummeted to his stomach. Fat, hot tears broke free from their confines and rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t want to look. He saw the vision. He saw the wall that fell and inevitably crushed you. He knew what he was about to see. He couldn’t see this. He couldn’t see you dead.

“I can’t, Juli. I don’t think I can see… not like this.” He shut his eyes tight. He didn’t think he could handle this. It would break what was left of him.

He felt his sister’s comforting hand on his shoulder. “Bruno, I think you should turn around. Open your eyes,” she coaxed. But Julieta knew that her brother, as sweet as he could be, was stubborn. Annoyingly so. And so Bruno remained stalk still with his eyes closed, his breath held and his head empty. He couldn’t face this. He wouldn’t. You were fine. You were still on the stairs of a perfectly fine Casita, in his arms and your lips on his. You weren’t beneath the wall.

“Wow, after 10 years, it should be me standing here refusing to look at you, Bruno Madrigal.”

Suddenly, Bruno’s heart thawed. It couldn’t be…

But then he turned around, and there you were, as if you hadn’t been under the wall at all. Except you had been beneath it, clearly, as bits of drywall and dust powdered your disheveled hair. You had scrapes along your arms, hands, and face, and your clothes had suffered a few tears. But aside from that, you were fine. You were alive.

Bruno could only stand there and gawk, the bottom half of his jaw hanging slack in disbelief.

“But… I saw you! The vision… How?”

“Well, the wall did fall on me,  but luckily it collided with the adjacent wall on the way down and it mostly shattered by the time I ducked under my kitchen table. The part of the roof that fell wasn’t even over me, for the most part. Wasn’t too hard to get myself out of the debris, either. Doesn’t say a lot about the quality of my house, though,” you quipped.

Bruno smiled. Your ability to make jokes at expense of the severity of intense situations used to piss him off sometimes, but now it was refreshing. Or maybe it was the way you were smirking at him. It could also possibly be the fact that you, save for a few greying hairs and the years starting to wrinkle your skin, still looked exactly like you. Still stunning. Or maybe it was a combination of all of these things, and it was the entirety of your presence that Bruno found refreshing.

But Bruno figured he could think on these things later. Right now, he had bigger fish to fry. After all, he had been separated from you from 10 years, and Bruno knew he couldn’t wait a minute longer to kiss you again.

And so he started walking over to you. You started walking towards him, but you stride was bigger, and it seemed like you were going to meet him 3/4 of the way.

Like you always did. You met him 3/4 of the way down the bar. You met him 3/4 of the way up the stairs. But Bruno was done with that. He was ready to take whatever this was that had spent so long growing between you all the way. So he ran in order to make the distances the two of you travelled equal.

When he finally reached you he wasted no time in grabbing your face and smashing your lips onto his. Your hands fisted into his ruana and hair, and the hand that wasn’t holding your head in place snuck down to wrap his arm around your back, pulling you into him. He couldn’t possibly fathom what was happening outside of the little world the two of you were in, making him acutely aware of what was happening inside of it. He could feel his tears mingling with yours as your lips melted together. Your lips were just as chapped as his. Your tongue tasted faintly of añejo and orange. Your eyelashes were soft and feathery against his cheeks, and every so often his nose would collide with yours. Your skin was rougher with age and hardship and it was perfect as it rubbed against his stubble.

Bruno was grateful that for once, time seemed to stand still for him. There was no future. There was just now. Now with you.

Eventually, the realisation that most of Bruno’s family was standing behind you seemed to seep into your consciousnesses, so you reluctantly pulled away with embarrassed chuckles.

Bruno wrapped his left arm with your right. “C’mon, I have a prophecy to fulfil.”

You didn’t need to ask to know which prophecy he was referring to.

Bruno didn’t bother turning backwards before he spoke, and with a confidence he’d never used but surely inherited from his mother, he addressed his family.

“Julieta, run to the jeweller’s shop and pick up that pair of gold rings she has in the window but no one ever wants to buy because they don’t like that the bride’s band has an emerald instead of a diamond. I know she hasn’t sold them, they’ve been there as long as we’ve been alive.”

The Madrigal family stood stunned and confused. What was Bruno on about? Surely there were more pressing matters at hand than jewellery. But Bruno continued.

“Felix and Agustin, go to the tailor’s and get me a guayabera. Something smart but comfortable. Oh, and a new pair of pants, these have more holes than the sky has stars,” Bruno laughed as he began to lead you towards the center of town.

“Isabela and Dolores, go with them. Find the most stunning garment for my Miracle to wear, and maybe some flowers. Mama and Pepa, go back to Casita and get the kids. Luisa, if you could, run ahead of us and fetch the Father; you’re the fastest runner. Tell him we’re on our way and to have everything ready for us.”

Pepa spoke up first. “Bruno, what is going on?”

The prodigal son only looked at you and smiled.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re getting married.”

The rest of the family stood in excited silence.

“But... why now?” Alma questioned.

Bruno only pulled you closer, and you looked at him with pride and love in your eyes.

“No time like the present.”

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno likes tequila #reader likes tequila too #encanto #encanto fanfic #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

[princelylove]

Your Highness,

I hope you’re well! This has been festering in my mind for a week so may I ask what you think of both Bruno and Prosciutto having an interest in the same darling? I know this might be a very deadly combination but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to take.

-peachy anon

Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea. I don’t think you’d last more than a week or so with these two. 

They don’t get along in general- Prosciutto has little to no empathy, and has left men behind countless times. Bruno’s very loving. He’s slow to make decisions because he needs to figure out the best option for everyone- Prosciutto makes judgements quickly and based on gut feelings.  

Prosciutto has a lot of internalized sexism, but they differ from Bruno’s because, you know, Prosciutto is not a kind man. I think Bruno’s sexism is more “This is what a man must do for people” and Prosciutto’s is more gender-conforming. If you gender swapped them, Bruno would still want to be the provider of the house, while Prosciutto would expect you to give her your wallet for every little thing she wants (which is a lot, she’s happiest as a spoiled girl- sorry, miss pro, I mean as a spoiled lady). 

Listen. Would you rather spend your free time with Bruno’s family, doing an outdoor activity of some sort, or sit next to Prosciutto and watch him lose ‘family’ game night for the sixth week in a row? (He’s not a good gambler.)

Prosciutto acts like he already owns you, he’ll drape his arm around your shoulders and have the audacity to ask what you think you’re doing when you try to pull away. Bruno’s not much better, but he’d like to think you have a choice in the matter. Sure, he guides your hands when you’re actually the expert, but he means very well. As long as you stay close by, within arms reach. You actually can walk away from Prosciutto, but not Bruno. Go ahead, go get a drink or go to the bathroom, you’ll be back. While Bruno would search for you after five minutes of not knowing where you are, Prosciutto waits in the same spot, tapping his fingers until you come back with a good reason.

Prosciutto may take care of the others, but he loves you. He’s fond of Pesci and Ghiaccio, sure, used to be fond of Sorbet & Gelato too, but he loves you. He’d choose you over them and probably would force you to live in his old apartment over Risotto’s if he had the proper choice- not like he chooses to stay in that god forsaken apartment with five other men. If there’s an issue, he’d drop them for you in a heartbeat.

Bruno views you as part of his family, and will make no such choice. If his family doesn’t like you, or vice versa, give it time. He’ll find some way to settle it. He won’t stand for either of his sons bullying you, but you’re going to get along eventually and behave. 

But Bruno and Prosciutto don’t need to like each other. In fact, they never will. Prosciutto’s too rough with you, it’s like he doesn’t know what marriage is for! Bruno’s too much of a hardass to enjoy a little fun. They fight the most about how Prosciutto hits his darling, and how Bruno treats you too delicately. 

Gender swapped Bruno and Prosciutto are soooo funny at the same time. Pro’s pretty catty. They have similar fashion sense- mature, feminine, allergic to pants, lots of cleavage, love luxury heels… Have fun with a wallet if you date fem pro. Bruno loves tights, Prosciutto hates them. Bruno would never ask you to buy her anything, she’s still the provider, but Prosciutto? She’ll hit you for asking her to pay for dinner. 

Fem Bruno would baby trap you. Prosciutto? Fuck you, you’re not ruining her figure for some family bullshit. Take care of those little shits in her apartment if you want a baby so badly. 

What a bad combination. Their lifestyles look similar, but they’re just nowhere close.

#request granted #peachy anon #yandere bruno bucciarati #yandere prosciutto

[foggyfanfic]

Bruno's Dating Life After the Movie

Ok, so obviously this is eventually (hopefully) going to be disproven if/when we get more canon, but then it just becomes an AU. This one is a bit shorter than my usual lists of headcanons, mostly because I like to think Bruno's life starts mellowing out after the movie. The worst of his life is all behind him and now things are steadily improving for him.

Mountains open up and new people arrive in Encanto

One of them is a youngish woman who quickly becomes fascinated by Bruno's gift.

She starts visiting him regularly to conduct experiments, asking him to look a minute into the future, or find specific events. She is very scientific about it, and will occasionally get frustrated when there is no hard and fast rule to be derived from these experiments.

Bruno enjoys giving her visions because he's also fairly curious about how all this magic stuff actually works, and it's always nice when people come to him for something other than "Will I have wrinkles when I'm 80?"

They get along well, bond over similar likes and dislikes, and ultimately develop feelings.

She asks him on a date, and he agrees. It goes really well, they both have a great time, but ultimately there's something nagging in the back of Bruno's head.

It clicks when he sees her interact with his family, she has nothing in common with them. She isn't rude to them per say, but she's too old to really bond with any of his nieces, and just isn't vibing with his sisters or brother in laws. She likes kids, but he figures you can't invite a ten year old out for drinks when you need advice about your neurotic husband. If they were to get married and she moved in, he would be the only person in the house whose company she really enjoyed.

After another two dates he brings this up with her, asks if she could see herself feeling at home with his family. For her credit she is honest with herself and realizes, no, Bruno is the only Madrigal she really clicks with.

They part ways amicably. It's the most peaceful break-up Bruno has ever had, and he comes away from it feeling a bit more confident in his dating abilities.

Their feelings settle into friendship and it eventually occurs to Bruno that she would probably get along well with his favorite baker, so he introduces them and ends up giving a stuttered speech at their wedding. This furthers his impression that dating him isn't a horrid curse.

When he's in his sixties a man comes to town with his two grandchildren and sets up a bookstore.

The younger grandchild starts attending Bruno's weekly story time and reports it back to her Abuelo. He decides to invite Bruno to the bookstore to read to kids once a week.

They bond over literature and a love of kids.

It takes two years for the guy to figure out Bruno leans his way, and once he does, he immediately asks Bruno out. Bruno spend a few seconds in shock, he hadn't realized his friend was a part of the queer community.

They date, it turns into a very sweet relationship.

They discuss becoming something serious, but at this point in their lives, neither of them really wants to spend the time to build the relationship into a lifelong partnership. They are both content being the unwed tio or widowed abuelo respectively.

The fact that neither of them needs more than the other can give works in their favor, and although the relationship never becomes a full partnership, they fall in love and stay committed to each other for the rest of the abuelo's life.

I headcanon that the Madrigals live a bit longer than most due to all the magic healing food they eat, so Bruno out lives his boyfriend by a few decades. He debates putting himself back out there, but he never really stops being in love with his boyfriend. In his last few years he contemplates if he regrets not exchanging vows, or at least moving in together, but ultimately decides that although the romance was a bit nontraditional, it was what he needed. They were happy, that was enough.

#bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal headcanons #foggy headcanons

[waitingonavision]

Encanto Ficlet: A Sweet New Year

First fic in nearly a month! This is an indulgent story for Rosh Hashanah. I’m still not 100% sure how accessible apples would have been in/to the Encanto, but. Indulgent.

...

“Last one, ‘kay?”

Bruno cuts off a corner of an apple slice and hands the smaller chunk to his youngest sobrino, who balances it on his fingertips, laughing when Pía snags it in her eager teeth. The speckled grey rat settles back on her haunches and snugs the treat between her paws, where she makes quick work of it. As soon as she’s done, she’s gazing up at Antonio and sniffing around his fingers.

Squeak squeak!

“She wants more.” Antonio’s big eyes lock onto his tío’s. Bruno scrunches up his face, torn for a moment. But he’s far too well-versed in rat. Always hungry, never satisfied. If given the chance, they’d eat apples until they turned into one.

“Ah… I’m sorry, kiddo. I get that, but, too much sugar, y’know?” He smiles gently. Adding, with a slight wink: “Just tell her it’s ‘cuz of me.”

His sobrino’s mouth twitches upward, and he rests his chin on his arm in order to address the still probing rodent.

“Sorry, Pía, no more. Aw, I know.” Antonio nods, full of six-year-old sagacity. “Mami doesn’t let me eat too much sugar either, not even on Purim. But I know it’s ‘cuz she cares! Your mamá’s the same, okay?” (The man’s heart wells up at that.)

Pía bruxes her consternation at the unjust decree, the squeak she utters forlorn as she bounds down and away from the table. They act like I don’t feed them, Bruno thinks. He snorts quietly, then reaches around to where he’s been cutting and plating the not-for-rats apple slices, and sets the plate in front of him and Antonio.

And speaking of sugar… The next dish he places before them is brimming with honey; thick, golden, fragrant. The other crucial element in this sweet Rosh Hashanah tradition.

“Wa- Are we gonna have all of that?”

Bruno chuckles. “No no no. Your mami’d have my head for sure.” He knocks on the table, digs some salt out of his pocket to throw; he’d prefer not to provoke his sister so soon into the new year. But it’s no wonder Antonio’s asked, accustomed as he is to having just enough honey in his own little personalized dipping bowl (each family member has their own, in fact).

“There’s gonna be a lot left over,” he continues. After all, the apple slices are being shared between the two of them, and they’re to be, well, dipped, rather than drenched, in honey.

“Hey, you wanna say the brachah, Toñito? I can help, if you want?”

A shy grin blooms across Antonio’s face, and he starts to recite the blessing over the fruit of the trees. Bruno picks up with the second one, going slow for his sobrino.

“…aleinu shanah tovah u’metukah,” they end together.

“Kome kon gana!” Bruno proclaims, while Antonio echos, “Let’s eat!”

🍎 …ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ… 🍯

The two slices have been sitting on Bruno’s side of the plate, untouched, for some time now.

“Are you full?”

Antonio’s tone is quizzical as he sucks a smudge of honey off his thumb. He knows that dinnertime is not for a couple of hours, that less than half an apple hardly counts as a snack, especially for his typically well-fed tío. So he giggles when Bruno makes a show of pretending to consider the question and giving his round tummy a few pats.

“Hmm… I just feel like your Tía Julieta would be really upset if I spoiled my appetite.” He heaves a sigh as though he’s been long put-upon and lets his hand rest on his belly.

“They’re all yours, mijo. Anyada buena, dulse i alegre.”

Antonio smiles brightly.

“Anyada buena, dulse i alegre, Tío!”

#encanto #encanto fanfiction #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #rosh hashanah #jewish madrigals #bruno's rats #viva la pancita de bruno #my fics #my writing #stuff i've posted #transliterations of hebrew are a pain #they always look so wonky and wrong rendered in english #and there's no one way of doing it #chanukah hanukkah hanukah

[countessofravenclaw]

Random lore dump!!!

Okay, I am not sure how many time I have mentioned that my standing headcanon is that Delfi and Pedro are the first of the Roller Crew couples to have kids. Their daughter, Victoria is born in the year 2027.

So, I believe that Nico came back about a year after S3 because New York and him and Ada didn't work out and Roller Band is formed back up once more and with the help of Matteo they get their own label and full-on career and have a successful five years.

They probably became popular in Latin America mostly while Matteo ended up being a much bigger name in Europe than in the American continents. Also none of them get like this superstar success. They probably have the same amount of success as Meghan Trainor or Rachel Platten.

I think the Roller Band (if they are still called that, because who can succeed with that name) retire from the active tour life once Victoria is born because obviously, Pedro wants to be there for his daughter and wife and Simon probably starts looking to settle down as well with Ambar and start a family as well down the line (Simbar are the last to have children because Ambar needs therapy first). Nico is the bachelor of the group for a long time. They still create music and do local gigs in BA, but no more big international tours.

Delfi and Pedro go on to have four kids in total, Lucas born three years later, William after another three years, and Olivia two years after that. I just get the vibe from them that they have this amount of kids. Honestly, I kind of regret that I made they get engaged last in my timeline (Even when they do beat Lutteo to the wedding), but we can just say that it took Pedro that long because he kept freaking out and changing the plan how he was going to do it, otherwise he would have proposed before Gastón... who did prolong asking Nina about two years because he wanted to let her finish her degree first.

Simon and Ambar's first daughter Ivory is born in 2032 and her sister Esme comes about two years later.

Roller Band probably formally retires when the guys are in their late 40s or early 50s and kids start to be teenagers. Simon still occasionally releases solo music plus gets really involved with the management of young artists and advocates their rights so no one will go through the same as he did with Bruno and Vidia. Pedro starts getting more into score composing, working with Delfi as she produces and directs features to big and small screens. I have no idea what Nico would do...

Then all grow old with their loved ones and friends.

#Soy Luna #Simbar #Pelfi