#and the fact that he didn’t ask questions when he saw her with bruno

[eywamygoddesswrites]

— 𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓵𝔂 — (tsireya x fem!reader)

pairing: tsireya x fem!human!reader

tags: reading being able to breath pandora air, hand holding :cc, slight angst, but mostly fluff, just tsireya being whipped and fighting for her love

warnings: lowercase intended, slight angst, ronal not accepting

a/n: characters are aged up!

word count: 2.2k

+ gif not mine. ctto.

being the only human that the sully’s brought after they left the forest was certainly a big shock to the metkayina people. they were confused, scared, and angry at the sully’s for bringing a demon that could potentially be the downfall of their clan. despite the reassurance that y/n was born on pandora and didn’t come from earth doesn’t change the fact that she was human.

what helped a bit as she is able to breathe the air of pandora when humans would die mere seconds without the mask, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s a sky person. by tonowari’s kind heart, she was able to stay with the sully’s and learn how the ways of the metkayina.

it was hard. for a 5’2ft human, how was she supposed to swim just as fast as 10ft tall na’vi’s? she can’t tame an ilu since she doesn’t have any queue to use to bond with the animals in pandora. well, it doesn’t matter so long as she rides with her honorary siblings when they need to travel through the water.

during their stay, she unknowingly caught the eyes of a certain metkayina woman. sweet tsireya, younger sister of ao’nung, youngest daughter of the olo’eyktan and tsahik. 

tsireya was curious about y/n. how was a human able to breathe pandora air? didn’t they wear masks in order to breathe? did she come from the star or was she born here? do humans wear the same thing as na’vi’s or do they dress up differently?

so many questions that only that human can answer. but how can she approach y/n? she can’t guarantee that y/n’s safe enough to have a chat with but seeing how the sully kids interact with the human, maybe it won’t be a bad thing.

it was training day with the sully’s and y/n was going to practice with them. she won’t be able to hold her breath as long but she tries her best. tsireya can see that and is happy that y/n was learning how to live like her people.

when tsireya saw that y/n was struggling, she swam toward her and helped her keep her head above the water. y/n coughed out the water that came into her mouth while tsireya pats her back to help and comfort the small creature.

“are you okay, tiny paysyul?” the metkayina asked softly, her round eyes full of concern for y/n. once y/n was able to take a deep breath, she nods her head signaling that she was okay. “are you sure?” “yes. thank you so much, reya.” y/n pats tsireya’s arm as a thank you before the na’vi lets her go.

once tsireya had a reasonable distance from her, y/n turned around and her eyes widen and her nose flared, feeling her heart race fast as her mind registered what just happened. neteyam and kiri snorted at the interaction while lo’ak laughs his stomach out. y/n turns to them and snarls before they return back to their training.

ao’nung rolls his eyes as he swam next to his sister. “what was just that?” he asked with a scoff. he hopes it was not what he thinks it is. “just helping a friend out.” tsireya said, not noticing how her voice had a dreamy tone. well, it is what he thinks it is.

everyone had headed off back to their mauri besides y/n, who wanted to stroll for a bit before eating dinner. “you’re just going to see tsireya~” lo’ak says while wiggling his eyebrows before making kissy noises. neteyam and kiri laughed at their brother’s actions while y/n blushed furiously, her cheeks becoming red.

“shut up you skxawng!! i will shove sand down your throat!” y/n screams while punching the bigger na’vi. kiri pulled y/n off of lo’ak before she could actually shove sand down his throat. “just come back before dinner, alright sis?” neteyam gives her a pat on the shoulder before motioning the rest of the sully kids to go home.

y/n walked towards the shore, grabbing some washed-up shells and pearls to give to tuk. maybe she can make a necklace too for a certain someone while she’s at it. 

when y/n couldn't hold enough, she sat by the ocean to take a breather before going home. although she missed the forest, this was a nice change of scenery. the beauty of the reef has its own perk just as the forest has its own.

"what has captured the little paysyul's attention that she hasn't come back home with the sully's?" tsireya's sweet voice filled y/n's ears, a smile growing on her face. "hello to you too, miss tsireya." y/n does the 'i see you' motion, the metkayina returning the same gesture, before sitting down beside the human.

"i just wanted to walk around. i also saw some pearls and shells to give tuk. she wanted to make new necklaces and i wanted to help her gather them." she nods towards the pile of pearls and shells, a purplish blue pearl snuggled between her fingers as she used it as a fidget toy.

tsireya hums in response, and a comfortable silence between the two. "i'm sure you can make beautiful accessories back in the forest." tsireya says softly while her hand plays with the water in front of them.

"i'm wearing some of what i made back at home!" y/n exclaims happily as she moves closer to tsireya to show them. stories of how y/n gathered the materials to make the necklace and anklet while explaining the significance of each one.

tsireya listened intently, happy that somehow, she was getting to know this tiny but beautiful being. maybe the questions she had in mind can wait to be asked in the future. for now, this is enough.

hearing each other's stories about their homes and lives made the metkayina and human grow closer. despite living differently, they're similar in their own ways.

gifts became a norm for the two, having at least a small trinket to give before the day ends. it was mostly rings, something y/n had told tsireya the significance of back on earth.

tsireya loved the thought of rings. a sign of promise between two people who will eventually spend the rest of their lives until death.

the thought of marrying y/n had made her heart beat fast. she didn't mind that they wouldn't be able to mate before the eyes of eywa. in fact, the rings might as well be what bonds them for life! so long as she gets to call y/n hers.

y/n had invited tsireya to another walk on the shore. for a while, they weren't able to hang out due to tsireya having lessons with her mom while y/n had her own lessons with the sully's.

they walked for a bit before settling into their usual spot. they brought out the little gift they had made and gave them to one another. this is the 19th ring they have exchanged with each other.

“this is so beautiful!” tsireya exclaimed with excitement as she examined the ring. it had a pearl with an orange tinge with yellow accents when reflected on a certain angle. what held the ring together was some sort of twig then hardened with clay, pieces of shells sprinkled around to reflect shimmers. “i was able to put it on fire so you can use this ring while swimming.” y/n rubbed the back of her neck.

tsireya immediately wore the ring and continued to admire the ring. “this is by far THE best ring ever. thank you so much!” tsireya holds y/n’s hand and gives it a squeeze.

y/n blushed. the metkayina in front of her was so, so beautiful. the ring couldn’t compare to her beauty. nothing else can compare. she reaches out to cup tsireya’s face, the universe held in the pools of her blue eyes.

the comfort between the two was disturbed when they heard ronal’s voice. their eyes widen and they pulled away but it’s too late. the tsahik saw the interaction, anger filling her veins. “what is this?!” ronal walks up to the two and pulled tsireya off the ground.

“we just exchanged some gifts, tsahik.” y/n says, her head down because she can’t look at the older na’vi. ronal glares at the human before looking at her daughter, "you are to never speak to this human. you may continue to teach her our ways, but you are forbidden to speak to them outside the lessons. understood?" tsireya's ears flattened against. "i said, understood?" taireya nods, before ronel pulls her daughter away from y/n.

y/n stood there, the last ring she may as well get from tsireya between her fingers. she brought it up to her lips, a kiss that will never be shared before she goes back to the sully's mauri.

the following weeks were torture for both tsireya and y/n. although y/n accepted the fact that she will never have the chance because of their differences, tsireya believes otherwise. if jake sully, a former sky person now na'vi, was loved by another na'vi, why can't she and y/n?

eywa is a giving mother, a goddess who accepts those who open their hearts. if they can show eywa that what they feel for each other is true, maybe they can have a chance.

but tsireya has one chance to do this, to make things right. she just had to do what her brother does; sneak out during an ungodly hour. it’s out of her character, but she will do it for y/n.

when everybody was asleep, she quietly sneaks out, only to be met by her older brother on the way out. “you know, mom will eventually find out.” he says softly. tsireya thought for a moment before shaking her head. “i would rather take this chance than never try at all.” she looks up to be met by ao’nung looking at her with a smile. “go get her.”

with a smile, she leaves the mauri to go to the sully’s.

upon arriving. she looks through the rooms where the sully’s sleeps. she peaked to see if y/n was there, only to not see her figure. tsireya was confused. where was y/n? why is she out so late?

she walked to their usual spot, y/n wasn’t there. huh. maybe by the rocks? she wasn’t also there. the forest! she might be there. y/n mentioned once to tsireya that she goes to the forest when everything feels too overwhelming.

walking in the forest, she studies the plants she passed by. tsireya remembers how y/n taught her about the plants and little wildlife that pass them by.

upon arriving at where y/n usually stays, she sees a figure sitting by the stream. suddenly, she felt nervous. she was actually doing this. this is now or never. tsireya walked closer to y/n and sat down beside her, a good space between the two.

“it’s so late, tsireya. you should be asleep.” y/n mutters while playing with the fish in the stream. “i should be telling you that.” tsireya says, a chuckle leaving her mouth as the corners curved up.

when she didn’t see y/n react, tsireya moved closer but not too close to where their skins were touching. “look, i know what my mom said awhile back but that doesn’t change the way i feel.”

y/n looks up at the na’vi, her eyebrows furrowed. “your mom is right though. let’s not hurt each other by doing this.” tsireya didn’t budge on how y/n’s tone was. “well, we haven’t tried, haven’t we?” the metkayina offered her hand to the human. y/n takes her hand, warming both tsireya’s cheeks and heart.

“i know getting my mom's approval won’t come easily. i know everyone's view will see this as out of the ordinary. i know that because you’re human, we won’t be able to mate in the eyes of eywa. but, i believe in destiny. i believe that eywa has given us someone and that someone to me is you.”

tsireya stares at y/n’s eyes, one that is full of life, full of love, and full of curiosity. she would do anything and everything just to keep those eyes on her.

“i see you.” she whispers, just for y/n to hear. y/n’s heart beats fast. this is actually happening. but what about the metkayina clan? what were they going to think? what about the sully’s? what about her family? what are they going to think about this?

“hey, look at me.” tsireya says, pulling y/n out of her thoughts. “don’t think of anyone or anything else. it’s just you and me here.” she leans down to rest her forehead against y/n’s.

y/n takes a deep breath before saying the same words that tsireya had longed to hear from her. “i see you, ma tsireya.” the dam that held back tsireya’s tears broke. happiness poured out of the two as they finally hugged each other after weeks of staying away from each other.

“we need to make those rings. the ones that humans use to bind the couple.” tsireya says while holding y/n’s tiny form. “of course, ma tsireya. we’ll make those wedding rings. just for us.”

they shared a kiss only the forest will see. just because they’re different doesn’t mean they shouldn’t try.

#avatar x reader #avatar x fem!reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #atwow #tsireya x reader #tsireya x fem!reader #tsireya x na’vi!reader #tsireya x human!reader #tsireya x you #tsireya x y/n #avatar tsireya #avatar 2 tsireya #atwow tsireya #x reader #x fem!reader #Spotify #↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ penpal ˊ-

[miracles-and-butterflies]

hey And, how is Dolores checking Bruno's Room in the papa Bruno au going?

Not well.

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“Our house is falling apart, Dolores. I could not care less about the fact that one of you might need to switch your wardrobe to green right now.”

Dolores turned expectantly to Luisa.

Her other cousin shrugged. “Honestly, you guys are being so dramatic about this. Can’t you let this go? It’s been ages.”

“Need I remind you that you were equally, if not more, dramatic than we were literally a few hours ago?” Dolores questioned.

“Look, we’re kinda saving a miracle here, prima.” Luisa huffed. “We don’t really have time to help you find your stupid birth certificate. Some of us have bigger problems. Why would either of us know where that is anyways?”

“Is it not with Abuela?” Mirabel piped up.

“What?” Dolores snapped.

“Abuela keeps all our documentation. The little locked cabinet, bottom left drawer - it is not particularly organised—”

“You’ve seen it? Our birth certificates? What did they say?”

“I saw my birth certificate,” Mirabel corrected, uncomfortable under Dolores’ gaze. “But, if I had to guess, that is where the rest of them would be. You remember when Camilo started claiming I was adopted eight years ago and that you would send me back for not getting a gift? Mama got my birth certificate out to prove I definitely wasn’t going anywhere.”

“What a bitch. I hope I hit him for that.” Luisa muttered.

“You broke his arm twice, actually.” Dolores retorted.

Luisa nodded. “Ah, good, good.”

Rolling her eyes, Dolores headed for the door.

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Isabela and Dolores caught each other in the hallway. They stared for a moment in silence.

“Did you find anything?”

“How did things go with the Guzmàns?”

“Well,” the older answered. “Abuela is rearranging a more private affair to prevent someone from ruining it again. I brought some empanadas, his nose is fixed and he forgives me; it’s not my fault the magic is acting up.”

Dolores removed her hand from the nursery handle, approaching Isabela as they walked downstairs together.

“Did you find anything or?”

“Oh. No. I didn’t find anything of use. Apparently Abuela keeps all of our birth certificates locked away in some cabinet.”

“Did you check there?”

“I only just learnt the information. And if Abuela is going to be giving anyone the key, it certainly won’t be me.”

Isabela stopped Dolores from walking.

“You want me to ask her?”

“You are her favourite.”

“And say what? It’ll be suspicious. I’m not getting involved.”

“You are already involved, Isabela. All of the adults know we are trying to work it out. Abuela probably does too.”

“I’m not getting involved.” Isabela insisted, stiffly. “Abuela would tell me if there was something I had to know.”

Her cousin pulled away after that, heading off to inform her parents about her news.

Dolores thought for a moment.

There is no point in trying herself. There is really nobody else Abuela would even consider giving the key to.

But fortunately there can be another Isabela.

#encanto #encanto papa bruno au #my writing #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #alma madrigal #camilo madrigal #mariano guzmán #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #bruno madrigal

[gamerbearmira]

Papatonio: Prologue

I AIN'T FORGET ABOUT Y'ALL PAPATONIO FANS <3333

I was re reading some snippets, and had reread some Papatonio ones. And I got inspired. So.

This goes out to the ones who have been here since Paptonio. I know I've neglected it, and after finding the old doc for it, I decided to finish the prologue and give y'all a little drawing as well <33 We going back to our roots

PAPATONIO FANS COME IN HERE AND COME GET Y'ALL JUICE❗❗❗

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Antonio wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was quite smart. He noticed things, things other people didn’t notice.

Like how even after helping her, Isabela still was mean to her and took credit for finding out about the new exotic plants. How his hermana Dolores would hear Mirabel crying herself to sleep but wouldn’t help, so he had to by bringing her some water. How hermano mayor stopped trying to make Mirabel laugh. How his prima Luisa stopped paying attention to his Mirabel more and more.

But he also noticed it in the adults. It seemed worse with the adults.

Like how Abuela would yell at his Mirabel for no good reason. How Julieta and Agustin would show her pity. How his mama and papa would push her aside when she tried to help or even talk.

Antonio didn’t like it. He and Casita would help her. He didn’t like it when Mirabel was sad. And it only got worse as he got older. The family slowly started to forget she was there. Mirabel would take her plate up to the nursery and eat while crying. Antonio would join her, when he could.

Antonio would hang out with Mirabel constantly. His other family members may have forgotten about her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. She was too important to him. While he was out doing chores, which was usually guiding animals to help around town, he would always look for Mirabel in the square. He tried asking his other family, but they either ignored the question or just didn’t care enough to know her whereabouts.

“Mirabel?” Isabela scoffed. “How should I know? She tried too hard anyway, it’s good she’s out of the way. You should finish your chores while she’s gone.”

Antonio hated when they said things like that. He hated it when they hurt his Mirabel’s feelings.

Over the years, Antonio noticed something. Mirabel got quieter and quieter, only ever opening up to him. She would disappear for days at time, worrying the heck out of Antonio. She noticed that she would try to blend into the background.

He was 6, and she was 16, when he noticed that she had stopped trying to talk to her other family members. She only talked to Antonio and Casita. Not that it mattered; they hadn’t seen the difference. But Antonio did.

He was 7 and she was 17 when he noticed that Mirabel wasn’t coming to breakfast, lunch or dinner at all. The family didn’t realize it, because they were too caught up in playing happy family. But Antonio did.

He was 8 and she was 18 when he saw Mirabel visiting their Tio Bruno in the walls more often. Bruno never minded the company, and Mirabel finally had someone else to talk to. Eventually, when he could, Antonio would go with Mirabel. Every visit, Antonio and Mirabel would talk with Bruno and give him more food and water, keeping him company. The family was always paying attention to themselves, so they didn’t know. But Antonio did.

He was 9 and she was 19 when Antonio noticed that Mirabel wasn’t at Dolores and Mariano’s wedding. Everyone got an invitation, except Mirabel. He tried to get her to come, he really did, but she said it was best to stay away. So, despite being one of the groomsmen, he left early, just to stay with Mirabel. The family noticed Antonio was gone, and he told them he felt unwell. But they didn’t notice Mirabel was gone. But Antonio did.

He was 10 and she was 20, only a month away from turning 21. Antonio noticed something. Mirabel was gone. And not like before where she would disappear for a few hours and come back. This time, she left and didn’t come back. After 2 days, Antonio got worried. He sent animals far out to the forest to search for the girl.

He himself searches Casita and the town. He looked everywhere, leaving no stone unturned. He asked around the town, but everyone either didn’t know, or didn’t care. At one point he even asked his family. It was the same as the town. They didn’t know or care. Julieta and Agustin didn’t even seem half as worried as they should have been.

“Tia! H-have you seen Mirabel? I’ve been looking for days, and I can’t find her!” Antonio said, frantically explaining the situation.

Julieta glanced at him before turning back to her stand. “O-Oh Mirabel? You know her, she’ll be back. Just give it a while,” Julieta brushed him off, sending him on his way.

Antonio hated how his family reacted. They didn’t care for his Mirabel. Not like he did. He loved her with all of his heart, no matter how big or small it was. He would find her, if it was the last thing he did.

That’s what he thought. And he tried. But he never found her. 4 weeks went by, and he never found her. He didn’t stop looking though. Everyday, he would tell some animals to help around the villagers and take the rest to look for his Mirabel. And he never stopped. And yet…

He never found her.

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Antonio walked into his room, animals who had been with him that day walking in. His eyes were puffy and his throat was sore, but he didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. Not after what happened.

For almost 2 months, Mirabel had been gone. And only he and Bruno had noticed. Bruno tried his best to help, and so did Antonio's animals, but it was all in vain. Mirabel was nowhere to be found.

And the family didn't care. Abuela sure didn't and none of the cools cared…expect maybe Luisa. She showed some sympathy and tried to help but she was always busy, and Antonio knew she needed her breaks when she had the chance. Dolores and Mariano were newlyweds, and Camilo wasn't much help. His parents may have tried, but they were focused on Dolores at the moment.

The boy sniffled, wiping away his tears. He slumped to the ground, tears falling despite his best efforts to stop them. He could hear his animals talking to him but…he couldn't comprehend what they were saying. He couldn't, because he had failed. Failed to protect Mirabel like he promised her. He wasn't there for her.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry Mira…" Antonio sobbed, gripping the grass below him. He sat there and cried, uncaring of his surroundings. He didn't care how pathetic he looked, he felt pathetic.

He sat there, animals surrounding him. Eventually, he heard his name being called. Over and over. It got louder and he looked up, seeing a constrictor talking to him. Something about his bed…hammock…baby…

Wait. Baby?

"What?" Antonio asked and the boa repeated what he had said. There was a baby. In his hammock. No way. That's impossible, there were no new babies in the family, and babies don't come out of thin air…right?

But then again. Magic was a reoccurring thing. So maybe…

"Show me," Antonio said and followed the boa to his tree. Climbing the steps, he could see something moving in his hammock. And it definitely wasn't an animal. Moving with more haste, he finally came up to his hammock. And peering over he saw it. A baby girl, wrapped in a teal blanket, sleeping. "What?"

Antonio moved toward, looking on in disbelief. So he hadn't been lying, there really was a baby. A baby girl? She looked familiar. Too familiar.

"Do any of you…know who this is?" Antonio asked. All of the animals replied negatively, except for two. Parce and Pico. The two who had been there since the day he got his gift. He watched Parce walk over and sniff the baby. His eyes widened for a moment. Pico watched carefully before turning to Antonio and chirping something. And Antonio froze at his statement.

"That's…her? Is it really?" Antonio asked, throat becoming dry and scratchy. Pico nodded and Parce confirmed. It was true.

This baby was Mirabel.

Antonio stood shocked before he finally seemed to blink away his trance. Carefully, he scooped up the little one, getting a better look at her. And he could see the resemblance. He had seen countless pictures of the family as babies; and as of late he had been looking at albums with Mirabel in them. And he recognized her; this was the same baby that had previously been seen in Julieta's arms in photos.

"It's really you…you're back," Antonio said quietly, crying. He held her closer. Still sound asleep, Mirabel had cuddled deeper into his arms. "I missed you so much…" Antonio said as he cried, slumping to the ground as he hugged her.

"I won't fail you this time. I'll always protect you and be there for you," Antonio promised.

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Antonio starts freaking out 5 minutes later cause. It’s a newborn baby and. He’s always been the youngest and has never cared for babies. ANYWAY

DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT...I hope you did <333

Hopefully you can't tell where the writing style slightly changes. Half of this was written in like April and the rest in November. BUT THE DRAWING IS RECENT❗❗

Hopefully y'all liked this, this is for you loyal ones, I really appreciate y'all <33

Might do asks later 🥱

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #papa antonio au #papatonio au #papatonio

[foggyfanfic]

Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: Leche glanced at his owner but continued to stare at the man who promised to feed him. Bruno stared at Leandra’s father, incredibly aware of the fact that he was still half on top of the man’s daughter. Finally, Lopez stared at the young man that was half on top of his little girl, who had turned her head towards the couch back when the open door had rudely bombarded her with sunlight.

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Chapter 25 The Morning After

If Bruno was asked to classify his visions, he’d put them in three categories. 

First, there were the visions that wanted to be seen, the ones he had to hold back most of the time. Particularly stubborn visions would be preceded by a headache as he fought against them, and when he finally let the vision through, his pain would recede. Usually, if he had an involuntary vision, it was one of these. On the few occasions when he’d allowed all of the visions begging for his attention to just wash over him, he’d bought himself a week without headaches. Right up until somebody wanted a vision from him and he had to claw at time to get even a hint of the future.

Those were the second type of visions he had, the kind that he had to go looking for. Sometimes those were easy, like finding exactly the book you needed for your history project the second you stepped into the library. Somebody would ask a question, Bruno would burn some sage, look into the future, and there was the answer, just waiting to be told. However, they were just as often difficult to pull out of the sand, like walking to the shelf where the book you need is supposed to be only to realize somebody moved it when the librarian wasn’t looking. Somebody would ask a question, Bruno would burn some sage, look into the future, and spend the next ten minutes to an hour sifting around and clawing vague snatches of scenes into the present for him to puzzle over. These visions wore him out, and he often ached if he did too many of them in a row.

Finally, there were prophecies. Visions that didn’t want to be seen, but ran into him like an out of control book cart. Every once in a while he’d be minding his own business, then suddenly he’d be overcome by a cacophony of information, the future falling into and out of him with little care for narrative consistency. These were the absolute worst, they were painful, draining, confusing, and as soon as they were over people would want to know what he saw. As if he even knew!

As Bruno lay awake, still half on top of Leandra, he debated who to thank for the vision happening when he was with her and not when he was surrounded by a bunch of people. 

He closed his eyes and breathed in lavender and jasmine, in an effort to keep himself calm. Bruno had seen Cicero’s trial. He hadn’t seen the outcome, but he had seen enough.

If he was going to be honest with himself, he had kind of already known that Cicero had tried to rape Pepa, all the signs were there, and he’d been grasping at straws for a different answer. Fact was, he just hadn’t wanted it to be true. Of course he didn’t. It was horrible. 

And Leandra was right, the big controversy of the trial wasn’t over whether or not Cicero had raped Rosalie, it was over whether or not he should be punished for it. How could anyone…?!

Bruno counted his breaths, trying to focus on the feeling of Leandra’s body against his instead of the rage, disgust, and fear that threatened to spur him into action.

Cicero tried to rape Pepa, he had tried to rape multiple women and had succeeded at raping Rosalie. And now, he had set his sights on Leandra.

Oh dios, and there was a kid involved, people were actually going to argue that the guy who went on a rape spree because one woman turned him down should be allowed to raise a child. What were people thinking? Or, well, going to be thinking.

There was the click of claws on tile, then a weight settled on Bruno’s arm where it rested on Leandra’s waist. He opened his eyes and found himself staring at Leche, who let out a soft “A-woo.”

“Hey, you hungry?”

Leche made a quiet gruffing noise as his tail began to wag. Bruno smiled wearily at him, almost cheered by the gentle “A-ruff” sounds the dog was making.

“I’ll feed you, but you’ll have to show me where everything is, ok?” Bruno whispered, slowly untangling himself from Leandra in an effort not to wake her.

Leche backed away from the couch, beginning to wiggle happily as food became imminent. Bruno was just starting to think the world might not be completely horrible when the front door opened, revealing Señor Lopez.

Leche glanced at his owner but continued to stare at the man who promised to feed him. Bruno stared at Leandra’s father, incredibly aware of the fact that he was still half on top of the man’s daughter. Finally, Lopez stared at the young man that was half on top of his little girl, who had turned her head towards the couch back when the open door had rudely bombarded her with sunlight.

“Leandra,” Señor Lopez eventually said.

“Hm, sí Pá?” she yawned, her eyes opening slowly at first, then very quickly once she realized Bruno was still on top of her.

“Anything you’d like to tell me?”

“Um-.”

Bruno suddenly realized he should probably get off of Leandra and tried to throw his feet onto the floor, unfortunately they were still wrapped in the blanket she’d given him and she was still lying on top of said blanket, so all he ended up doing was falling on her.

“Ow! Bruno, stop panicking,” Leandra snapped, “Papá, give me a moment.”

She pushed Bruno aside as much as she could and began untangling their feet from the blanket. When he chanced a glance at Leandra’s father, he seemed to be trying not to laugh, which wasn’t great, but it was way better than him looking murderous.

Leche groaned loudly, reminding everybody that he had been promised breakfast.

“I-I, this is completely my fault,” Bruno rushed to say, as Leandra got herself off the couch, “she- I had a prophecy a-and Rei- Leandra was just- it hurt my head, the prophecy, I mean. Like a lot! I-.”

“It completely wiped him out Pá, it was horrible, I almost thought he was dying! I was trying to help him feel better and I guess I fell asleep,” Leandra said, stretching, she turned to Bruno, “sorry about that, by the way, I meant to go to bed once you were out.”

Bruno gaped at her for a few seconds and was about to launch into another panicked stream of nonsense when Señor Lopez thankfully cut him off, “You feeling better, mijo?”

“I uh, sí.”

“Bien,” he nodded once, then waved a hand at Leche, “come on you, you can eat with the other two. Bruno, you’re joining us for breakfast.”

And then he walked back out of the house, Leche trotting at his heels.

“Told you not to panic,” Leandra paused to yawn, “come on, let’s get the coffee ready.”

“H-he’s not mad?”

“Mad that you weren’t feeling well and I fell asleep trying to help? No Bruno, he’s not mad.”

“B-but it’s, I mean it’s not exactly… I was on top of you,” Bruno hissed, glancing at the doorway as he followed Leandra back into the kitchen.

“We’re both fully clothed and only one of us was under the blanket,” Leandra put the kettle on, “besides, he knows you’ve been looking out for me, he trusts you.”

Bruno blinked, “He… knows…?”

She gave him a look, “Well, yeah? We might not have spent as much time together as we’d like lately, but we still talk about our day and stuff. He doesn’t know the full Cicero situation but he knows I go to you when I feel unsafe.”

“Oh,” he processed that information, then frowned when it brought his thoughts back to where they had been before Leche had started asking for food, “oh.”

“You good?” she asked, turning away from the coffee pot she’d been prepping.

“I- my prophecy… it was Cicero’s trial. I-I don’t know how it ends but…”

Leandra stared at him, or rather, her eyes were pointed at him while she processed what he was saying. He waited, for once not unnerved by the weight of somebody else’s gaze. She opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the kettle. In a flash she had the coffee brewing, then she leaned against the counter and wrapped her arms around herself.

“Are you alright?” she finally asked.

“No. No, of course not. He tried to rape my sister, I- ‘alright’ is not even close to what I am, I’ve never felt so, so- dios. We need to keep him away from you, I-I don’t care what plan you’ve come up with, you- it’s not- he’s dangerous.”

Leandra sighed, “Bien, what’s your plan?”

“What?”

“Your plan? To keep me safe from him? To keep all of the girls and women in the village safe from him? Because we can’t just… if it was as easy as avoiding him, if it was as easy as avoiding men like him,” Leandra shook her head, letting out a huff, “trust me, if I could just snap my fingers and make this village instantly safer, I would.”

“Well, there has to be something we can do,” Bruno crossed the kitchen so that he was standing right in front of her, “I-I know you want to help the village but, but I don’t know, can’t you just maybe… put your safety first?”

She gave him a sharp look, “You mean let some other girl be his next victim?”

“I didn’t say that,” Bruno held up his hands.

“Then what do you expect me to do?”

His mouth flapped uselessly as he searched for an answer.

“I’m with Bruno on this one,” Señor Lopez said from the doorway, startling Bruno and incurring an eye-roll from Leandra.

“Well then you can help him come up with a better plan,” she sniffed.

Her father just grunted, turning away from them to dig in the pantry. He pulled out an assortment of dry fruit, then crossed over to the ice box and grabbed some cheese. It was a simple breakfast, simpler than Bruno was used to, which was good. He didn’t have the stomach for anything more complicated.

“So,” Señor Lopez said, watching Bruno set the table and Leandra pour the coffee, “that Cicero boy is some sort of brute now?”

“Sí,” Leandra nodded once and didn’t elaborate.

“I take it he’s Julio’s father?”

Leandra scowled as she sat down, “No, he’s the man that got Rosalie pregnant, but he is not a father.”

“Fair enough,” Señor Lopez took a sip of his coffee.

Bruno sat across from Leandra and floated in between his usual low level terror at being caught in an unfamiliar social situation and the mire of rage and fear clawing up his spine. He nibbled on a dry mango, to avoid being rude.

Leandra eventually sighed, “Right now, my plan is to make sure I’m never alone with him, that good enough for you?”

“No, you already rule out murder?” Lopez asked.

“Unfortunately,” Bruno blurted. He grimaced, and glanced at Señor Lopez, but was met with a wry grin instead of an admonishing glare.

“Look, we can murder him as much as we want once Rosalie’s name is cleared.”

“Rather do it before he hurts my daughter, thank you very much.”

“M-maybe we can just lock him in a dungeon or something,” Bruno suggested, “that’ll keep the village safe.”

“We don’t have a dungeon,” Leandra pointed out, “our criminal Justice system boils down to community service or exile.”

“Could build a dungeon,” Lopez grumbled, “basically just a basement. How hard can it be?”

“Do you two have anything helpful to add to the situation?” 

Bruno thought about it for a second, then he turned to Señor Lopez, “I have a shovel.”

“For a dungeon or a grave?” 

“Myeh.”

Lopez let out a gruff laugh, while Leandra just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Bruno felt himself relax a little, the rage was still there, as were his nerves, but at least Leandra’s father seemed to not hate him. 

“So, how is training going?” Leandra asked her father, moving the conversation along.

Bruno tried to follow it but his thoughts clung to his prophecy with a white knuckled grip. 

Cicero was a rapist. The village might let him get away with it. Leandra wasn’t safe, quite possibly, none of the women in Encanto were safe. The village might decide that rape is no big deal.

He didn’t realize he was working himself up until a soft hand landed on his balled fist on the table. Bruno looked up and found both Lopezes looking at him. 

If his mind wasn’t so consumed by the situation at hand, he would have been tempted to hide under the table.

“You alright, hijo?” Lopez asked.

“I-,” Bruno was so angry, he almost answered truthfully, despite not knowing Señor Lopez that well, “I’m fine.”

Leandra huffed, “You’re clearly not, is the trial going to be that bad?”

“It- people… you were right, some people are going to claim that, that what Cicero did to Rosalie is no big deal,” Bruno shook his head, “I don’t understand! He ruined her life! He tried to rape my sister! How could-?!”

He bit his tongue and turned his head away from them as his voice threatened to cross the edge into a yell. Bruno had never felt like this before, he wasn’t entirely sure how to handle it.

Leandra’s thumb began slowly stroking the back of his fist, otherwise she didn’t say anything. Her father just grunted, and Bruno could see him nodding out of the corner of his eye.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude-,” Bruno started to say, but Señor Lopez shook his head.

“If there’s anything worth getting worked up over…,” he waved off Bruno’s apology.

“Better to get the anger out now before you go see Pepa,” Leandra pointed out, “her and Rosalie have enough stress on their shoulders. Not to mention you have to get through Church in a couple hours.”

Bruno paled, realizing she was right. He would have to sit through Sunday Mass, surrounded on all sides by people who would soon argue that Cicero shouldn’t suffer any consequences for his actions. He would have to be in the same room as the rapist himself, and try to keep a lid on all of this. He might even have to watch Cicero pursue Leandra.

Without his meaning to, he grit his teeth and curled his lip, a sound not unlike a snarl clawing its way into existence. As soon as he heard the sound he ducked his head and tried taking deep breaths.

“Or, maybe you should sit this Sunday out,” Leandra said slowly.

“No,” Bruno said instantly, then flinched at his own volume, “I-I mean-, perdon, I don’t feel comfortable… not being there. If he’s going to be-, I can’t stand the thought of him being around-, dios he shouldn’t be around anyone. It’s not-, I need to be there.”

“Bruno,” Leandra said gently, holding his hand in both of hers, “if we’re not careful, if we tip him off that he is being actively investigated, we have no idea what he’ll do. It’s likely he’d become even more dangerous. I… you have every right to be angry, you do, but if you don’t think you can contain that anger until we have the proof we need to take him to trial… the best thing you can do is avoid him.”

Bruno scowled, he knew she was right, and that made hearing it even worse.

“Have you been this angry the entire time?” he asked, “How have you not…?”

Leandra shrugged, “I’ve channeled my anger towards stopping him. It’s given me an outlet, and something to hope for.”

“Fine, what can I do to stop him,” Bruno held up a finger to cut her off before she could respond, “a-and don’t suggest anything that involves putting yourself in danger.”

“Here, here,” Señor Lopez grumbled into his coffee, but otherwise didn’t comment on the conversation.

She sighed, “I don’t know, I mean according to your vision, it sounds like proving what Cicero did is wrong will be harder than proving that he did it. Maybe… maybe you can work on that?”

Bruno nodded slowly, even though he hadn’t the faintest idea how to even start fixing that particular issue. Still, it was something he could do and that was enough for now.

He went back to nibbling on his dried fruit, mind now poking and prodding at the problem in front of him. Conversation didn’t pick back up, and he distantly felt guilty for inadvertently killing it. However, he was a bit too consumed by his thoughts to really focus on it.

Once Señor Lopez was satisfied that Bruno had eaten enough, he sent him home with some cheese for Alma and an invitation to come back anytime.

Bruno got to Casita just as his mother and sisters were sitting down for breakfast. He left the cheese on the table and told them that he’d been laid up by a surprise vision all night, then beat a hasty retreat to get ready before he gave in to the temptation to squeeze Pepa close and swear vengeance on Cicero.

He caught Julieta’s eye on their way to the church and deliberately slowed down. She slowed to match pace with him.

“My vision last night,” he started to say, then stopped. It was always difficult to determine how much he should say about the future, he didn’t want to say too much.

“Just tell me what you need,” Julieta prompted him, familiar with his struggle.

“I-I need- we need some way to convince people that-, I can’t believe I have to say this, we need to convince people that rape is bad.”

Julieta looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“I know, I know, I didn’t think that would be a hang up for people either, b-but here we are.”

“I’m… not quite as surprised as I’d like to be.”

“Really?! I’m- I can’t believe- I mean, of course it’s bad! He ruined her life,” Bruno hissed, gesturing wildly. He huffed and shook his head. He hadn’t thought he had much faith in humanity left to lose, but people had found a new way to disappoint him.

Julieta sighed and placed a gentle hand on his arm, “We’ll convince them. He won’t get away with it.”

Bruno just grumbled and nodded. Hopefully, she was right. Hopefully, the people of Encanto were all basically decent, or at the very least, didn’t want somebody so… violent in their community.

Two little girls ran past, dressed in their Sunday best, holding hands and giggling as their mother called out for them to be careful not to scuff their good shoes. Bruno watched them, frowning. Were they safe? If something bad happened to them, would the community protect them? They were children, the answer had to be yes, right?!

“Bruno, are you alright?” Julieta asked, as they approached the town square.

“No,” he said, not seeing any point in lying, “I thought people… were just a little bit better than this. A-and now, now I’m just not sure that we’re, you know, safe. I mean it’s one thing to know there’s a rapist in the village, it’s another to realize that a good chunk of the village won’t even care when they find out. What other crimes would they…?”

Julieta just sighed and patted his shoulder, evidently she didn’t have anything comforting to say. Then again, he doubted there was anything comforting that could be said, anything that would make any of this better.

Further into the square, their mother paused to talk to some of the choir and Pepa drifted from her side to talk to Félix. Julieta and Bruno paused as well, Julieta searching the crowd for Agustín while Bruno just watched people mill about, clenching and unclenching his fist.

His eyes found Leandra and for a second his heart soared, then somebody moved, revealing Cicero standing just a tad too close to her and Bruno’s heart dropped like a dead bird. 

Bruno was moving before he’d even decided how to react. He heard Julieta hiss his name, but didn’t pay her much mind as his feet carried him closer and closer to the pair.

Leandra noticed him coming, and her cheeks paled, Cicero turned and actually took a step back when he saw Bruno. The crowd parted like the Red Sea in front of him, startled faces passing by in a blur.

When he reached Leandra and Cicero he snatched up her hand and kept walking, barely pausing long enough to growl the words “Go to hell” at Cicero. He got her to the doorway of the church before she seemed to gather her senses and tugged at his hand.

“Bruno,” Leandra hissed, “Bruno, that was the least subtle thing ever.”

“Subtle?!” Bruno turned to her, “Subtle? That monster is wandering around, drugging women and attacking my sister and I’m supposed to be subtle?!”

Leandra glanced around, and Bruno distantly realized people were staring, some close enough to hear every word he’d just said. She swallowed thickly and gently gripped his bicep.

“Bruno, we don’t have any proof that Cicero was the one who did those things, and we can’t condemn people out of pure speculation,” she said, maintaining a little more eye contact than normal. To all those listening, it probably sounded like she still thought Cicero was innocent, which just grated on his already fried nerves.

He knew what she was actually saying, it was the same thing she had been saying this entire time, they needed to gather evidence before they acted. However, it still stung to hear her defend Cicero in any way, shape, or form.

“So what? I’m just supposed to wait until he rapes the woman I love?!” Bruno asked, gesturing at her, “Isn’t the entire point of giving this village a miracle to keep it safe? What happens if he decides he wants to branch out? Try new ways of hurting people. Do we just let him and hope he slips up enough for us to throw him out?!”

Leandra didn’t respond, she stared at him, mouth gaping open. Slowly, her cheeks turned a very pleasant pink and the people around them started whispering.

“What?” Bruno folded his arms, “I- There isn’t anything weird about caring about other people.”

“The-?” Leandra paused, cleared her throat and tried again, “The woman you what now?”

He frowned, cocking his head at her, then he froze. 

“Oh.”

“Bruno-?”

Mierda. 

“Bye.”

“What? Bruno!”

Bruno made to speed walk away from her, but caught sight of Cicero standing where they left him, out of earshot but  watching the whole thing.

“Oh fuck no,” he breathed, and turned back to Leandra, only to realize that she was still the person who he just accidentally confessed his love to, “uuuuuuuuuh, h-hold on.”

“Bruno, can’t we just tal-?”

Another look at Cicero proved frustrating, as the asshole was now smirking at Bruno, apparently having noticed his panic. Then Bruno noticed Pepa and Félix approaching.

“Oh thank god,” Bruno practically sprinted over to them, he briefly grabbed Pepa’s shoulders and told her, “I blew it. Please keep Cicero away from her. Bye.”

Then he released her and took off at a run. He probably wouldn’t have been able to sit through church anyways.

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Decay AU | Lost somewhere called home P2

Julieta sat at the table, well aware of her mother pulling the family from the town and rooms now this…. Classified as a family emergency and…it was all the easiest to handle together than each finding out one by one of this strange little boy.

A little boy that was apparently her daughter’s son. A daughter she hadn’t seen for two years who certainly hadn’t been pregnant or left with a three-year old which… logic told her adoption was the only way for her to have a 5 year old boy.

But the boy’s face… he looked just like her. Elements of his mannerisms spoke of…Isabela’s influence. She couldn’t refute the evidence in front of her; this was Isabela’s son. Moving her from a simple mother of three, to an Abuela of One. Making Abuela Bisabuela….

53 and she was an Abuela. An Abuela much younger than Mama had been when she had birthed Isabela. It made her feel…old. Pepa’s youngest was eight… somehow there was such a small year-gap between the two. Dolores was probably a few weeks away before her marriage so… it was probably a year or so until her first pregnancy until Pepa gained the title of Abuela. Pepa should have had that title first… not her.

It was all expected given the facts that Luisa now just past the age of 22 was only now looking into finding a partner. Mirabel already had a few admirers so she didn’t doubt the 18-year old would be short of options when she was interested. Too young to think about parenthood.

Yet… Isabela had clearly pulled off some miracle herself to birth a boy that didn’t make sense. A boy that was happily dozing asleep on her lap against her chest; healed up, cleaned up and dressed in some of Antonio’s old clothes as his was being put through the wash.

His hands were gripping the front of her shirt very tightly, even in sleep which suggested he was either not weaned from Isabela’s side as much or… had some separation issues. Maybe something else but she didn’t want to think it was for a bad reason. So she knew that if she tried to put him down, he would certainly not let her up or would wake, given his exhausted state that was the last thing he needed.  

But he was light and oddly comfortable on her lap.

“There’s…a new door.” Bruno whispered, sinking into the seat beside her, his eyes lingering on the child but there was a lot of…confusion but relief in his face. “Next to Isabela’s. Unclaimed.”

Julieta, in all this had forgotten that…he was old enough for a gift. If the door was here now, he was not too late to receive his gift. Her eyes flickered down, her fingers still stroking through his dark straight locks of hair.

“Later…” she didn’t want to think about that for now.

Bruno nodded, though couldn’t help himself but smile down at the child, even as Dante’s nose wrinkled and nuzzled into her shoulder.

“Aww.”

Julieta elected to ignore him before her eyes flickered to the doorway as steps echoed. Dolores was the first with Mariano at her side; her eye wide with curiosity though didn’t ask much; no doubt already aware but Julieta was thankful that she engaged Mariano into conversation about the wedding for him to question the boy’s presence.

Camilo was another matter.

The near-nineteen year old strode in and stopped as soon as he saw them.

“Who’s that kid?” He demanded with a frown.

“Take a seat.” Pepa directed in a stern voice, her hand touching softly over his shoulder as she and Felix followed after him. Antonio following suit with his animals though Luisa was second last to arrive after Mirabel and Agustín.

Leaving Abuela absent for the time being but Julieta could feel the curious stares but Pepa kept her side of the family quiet, mostly with the crackling of the cloud above her head that flashed when either one of her son’s opened their mouth. Her side clearly got the hint as well.

It was a relief to see her mother sweep in before she ordered the shutters to close before taking her place at the head of the table though her face was…uneasy.

“I’m sorry for taking you all from your business but this can’t wait.” Abuela spoke. “I’d rather you heard about this sooner and all at once than later.”

“About what?” Mirabel asked, “What’s going on here?”

Abuela spared a glance to Julieta then down to the child.

“Despite our…initial and sceptical beliefs, it seems that….Isabela is alive and well.”

“Wait, what?!” Mirabel straightened up, jumping to her feet. “She’s alive?! Where is she? Is she coming back? I have so much I want to talk to her about.”

Abuela held her hand up. “It’s…not that simple.”

“Not that simple?” Camilo scoffed, though not entirely heartless as he used to be. “She ran away, Abuela. She didn’t want to be a part of this family.”

“Don’t go there, Camilo.”

Julieta blinked in surprise, Pepa too as Bruno was the first to argue back to his Sobrino.

“Bruno?” Abuela asked.

Bruno shook his head. “It’s… not a matter of running away to avoid being part of the family. I…I left the family… and it was for a reason and not because I didn’t want to be a part of this family.”

Abuela’s face fell at the reminder, Julieta swallowed thickly. Bruno had been out of the walls for the last few years now since he had been literally ratted out to Antonio

“Don’t judge Isabela’s reasons for shallow ones such like that,” Bruno decided to finish with, clearly stopping himself launching into something. Julieta reached forwards, patting his arm with a tense smile.

At least someone here had more faith. It was assumed that…Isabela had just disappeared into the jungle. Half the family believed she had died, one she had been in denial about...

“How…how do you know she’s alive?” Luisa asked, her jaw tensing up, “Did…di you see her?”

“The…” Abuela hesitated, though shook her head after a moment. “The child in your mother’s arm’s… is Isabela’s son.”

The jaws that dropped were most, aside from those who already knew, the eyes flickering to the sleeping boy. Mirabel was the one to blink back to reality and moved from her chair. Julieta sighed out, shifting the child for her to see his face.

Mirabel dropped to her knees besides her leaning forwards with baited breath as she examined his sleeping face

“He… he looks just like her! Oh he’s so cute!” Mirabel whispered loudly. “I’m a Tia!” she looked like she wanted to reach forwards and tug him from her arms. “Luisa, you too!”

Luisa’s eyes were wide like saucers though looked to be too frozen to do anything about that..

“I’m an Abuelo…” Agustín breathed out besides her, coming to lean onto the table.

“Wait… Isabela had a baby?” Camilo shook his head, “No… no that’s not right.”

“Camilo.” Felix collected himself together quickly, his gaze turning hard as he looked to his son. “It’s been two years since she…left. Let your probe with her go.”

Camilo’s jaw tightened, “Pa, it’s been two years. That kid looks to be five…. She didn’t leave with a three-year old back then… she wasn’t even pregnant either. How can this kid be hers?!”

“You could just ask.” The little voice turned the air a little tense as the child resting on her wiggled. His hands relaxing her shirt to rub at his eyes before blearily taking in the table though he reached forwards and patted Mirabel on the cheek.

“Hold, Tia.”

Mirabel gasped happily. “You know who I am?!”

Dante frowned, leaning back into Julieta’s chest. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Mirabel looked a little sheepish, “Well… your Mami and I… well, the rest of the family weren’t really on good terms when we last saw her.”

Dante shrugged, “Is it because you hated her?”

Julieta’s heart clenched at those words. Isabela thought that… they hated her? Was that what Isabela truly thought or… or was it something she felt herself….

“We do not hate Isabela.” Abuela was the first to break the awkward tension, moving her chair to face the boy. “It’s…complicated.”

“No it’s not.” Dante argued. “Mami said that she hurt Tia very badly and that everyone didn’t like her around and she lived under punishment because of that and… and that you, Bisabuela said that she was never going to have her punishments lifted after she spent over a year trying to make herself better.”

It was clear Isabela had censored it to be appropriate but there was a clear, sense of conviction and truth to what he knew to what they did. It…ached that Isabela had told him. How could she expect a 5 year old to understand that.

“You said what?” Bruno turned to face his mother seriously, “You said that to Isabela?”

Abuela had the decency to look somewhat ashamed. “It….was a slip of the tongue. She…kept asking about it… I got frustrated and snapped. I didn’t mean it.”

“She believed it.” Dolores piped up, her eyes wide though looked down to the table, her hands gripping Mariano’s intently “She was devastated….dangerously devastated.”

Julieta looked to Dolores tightly. “What does that mean?” her tone was cool but the implication sent an ice-cold shiver into her gut.

“Did…” Dolores paused, Mariano squeezed her hand. “I can’t.” She whispered.

“Then don’t.” Mariano spoke back though Dolores didn’t look content.

“Dolores…” Pepa sighed, “What did you hear?”

“Nothing.” Dolores squeaked. “There… I can’t say in front of Antonio…or Dante.”

“I’ve watched my Tia Wanderer stab a man before and… and I’ve been kidnapped. I think I can handle what you say.” Dante shrugged.

“What?” Abuela looked alarmed. Julieta felt her body tense up even more. What had this child been exposed to be that casual about…that? Stabbing? Who was Wanderer? Clearly someone Isabela had a sisterly bond with for the honouree title but…. But stabbing? Had Isabela gone rogue?

“Wait, kidnapped?” Luisa looked around. “What is going on here?”

“Dante was kidnapped from Isabela and somehow, found his way to Encanto.” Julieta choked out, “We don’t know much about his…life or what’s…actually happened to Isabela since she left.”

Mirabel sunk back to her seat, looking confused though equally concerned as Julieta felt.

Abuela sucked in s deep breath, taking the lead again. “Dante, can you tell us…where did you grow up? What sort of people did you interact with?”

Dante wiggled to lean onto the table top thoughtfully before he looked around. “Well…. I grew in a Casita…. But this Casita was huge! Like a castle…. And there were so many people and… and I got to go to school all day and Mami would pick me up when she wasn’t working…. She was busy a lot but Mami’s work is very important to keep is safe.” He looked so proud, patting the table thoughtfully, “Where my potato?” He asked, suddenly realising the absence of his animated veg.

“It’s….er found your mother’s other…potato people in her room.” Agustín spoke, his words tense though he seemed to forly smile; trying to retain a sense of composure.

“So, you grew up in a scale, I see.” Abuela nodded, “what…does you mami do for her job?”

“She’s a protector.” Dante beamed. “She used her gift to keep people safe…. But sometimes she gets hurt so I try to look after her when she does. I like looking after Mami…”

Julieta tried to swallow the rise of fear at the innocent implication. A protector would certainly mean a solider of sorts. Her gift was exposed and must have been drafted into a military; used for her gifts.

“Is…is she okay?” Julieta asked, “is…is she free to leave her work?”

“Why would she want to leave? They’re our family.” The expression he gave was odd, looking at her like she was stupid.

“Dante,” Pepa forced herself to smile, rising from her seat. “We’re just worried for her. We don’t know what’s happened to her and… if people want her for her gift, we just want to know.”

“Oh…” Dante relaxed, “don’t worry! Mami’s okay. Abuela Pariah is amazing! She helps Mami so much… and Tia Wanderer is the best. She helps Mami when I can’t… like when her hair sets stuck in her prostheses or helps fix them when they break. She’s really funny and… and she maded me my ruana with my little ghosts on…” he pouted as he realised he wasn’t in his change of clothes.

“Prostheses? What’s…that?” Abuela swallowed thickly

“Her arms.”

Bruno was the one to drain of colour. “Which arm?”

Dante looked to him. “What do you mean?”

“Prostheses, that…that’s a replacement for a limb, right?”

“Bruno.” Julieta hissed sharply. No. she didn’t like that conversation. or where it was heading

“Si….” Dante nodded slowly

“Which arm did she get replaced?”

Dante looked at him, again like he was stupid. “Mami doesn’t have either of her normal arms. Both are metal now.”

Julieta felt her guts stiffen up, doing everything she could to hold onto her composure but she felt the blood ring through her ears.

Her daughter had metal arms now?

“What?” Mirabel looked startled, “she lost her arms? Both?!!”

Dante nodded, looking around at the faces. “Mami lost them both before I was born…. One when she left home and got stuck under a rock and… and the bad man with a circle throwing blade…. Why are you so upset? She had new arms. She works and can give me all the cuddles I want.”

Julieta licked her lips but she felt like she had enough; this kid had…seen too much of this to…normalise the situation. Innocent in the worst ways and clearly had no idea what…normal was. She didn’t want to hear any more…

Julieta rose to her feet, Passing Dante into her husband’s arms.

“I… I can’t. Excuse me…” She didn’t wait, hearing the calls of her mother and siblings…even her daughters but… she didn’t stop until she reached her door and flung herself into her….

What had happened to Isabela?

#encanto au #encanto #decay au #decay madrigals #alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #felix madrigal #decay isabela #decay alma #decay julieta

[tending-the-hearth]

Antonio saying “I need you” to Mirabel during his ceremony is probably the first time she’s heard anyone say that they need her and only her.

#everyone else in her family is always needed by tons of people because of their powers #mirabel was always on the side and never was given a purpose #she was just the madrigal without a gift so she wasn’t needed #so antonio saying that to her makes me sob because he doesn’t care about her not having a gift #he doesn’t care about anything #he just needs his cousin who’s basically another big sister to him #imagine their bond??? #and the fact that he didn’t ask questions when he saw her with bruno #that precious kid is 5 and was treating mirabel the best out of everyone besides her parents #disney #encanto #antonio madrigal #mirabel madrigal

[vallikesgivinghugs]

Okay so the Ecanto enjoyers (fandom?) likes to talk about lesbian Isabela, bi Mirabel and non-binary Camilo. I love this about us but here me out.

Trans Bruno. 

I love short king representation from our stinky rat man but like what if Bruno always knew there was something wrong with the body he had. He didn’t like to wear dresses like his sisters, much to Alma’s dismay. Bruno choosing his new name but not being brave enough to tell his mama or his sisters.

and then on the day they got their powers the magic just went ah yes, you who has always seen your future self (as someone different) I will give you the gift of seeing everyone elses future. And then his body is changed as well (not by much but y’know the important stuff is changed) by the magic, and as his door finishes constructing itself the name at the top is Bruno. 

Alma being confused but also believing so hard in the magic and the fact that the magic does what is best for the family. Julietta being very accepting of her baby brother and Pepa being accepting but also being that kid that asks all the questions with no shame X3 

Just trans Bruno. I love him with all my heart. Also with this headcannon also having Bruno be one of the reasons why no one was judging of Camilo’s identity when they came out. Also speaking of Camilo, them having masc/neutral days (their usual look) and then fem days where the only thing different is that they use their powers to change their voice and features to be more fem but it’s still just Camilo and not a random fem person they saw.

#encanto #bruno #bruno madrigal #trans bruno #camilo madrigal #camilo encanto #bruno encanto #isabela madrigal #isabela encanto #mirabel madrigal #mirabel encanto #Bisexual #transgender #lesbian #nonbinary

[lackofsleepandtea-blog]

Welcome to another edition of Encanto head cannons that live rent free in my head.

What the children were like PRE gifts

- Isabela was in fact a VERY independent child growing up. She didn’t need anyone’s help and did not like being coddled or babied at all. But, at the same time, she liked being helpful and in some ways wanted to be seen as a equal.

- Isabela also ADORED her abuela and would always follow her snd whenever abuela needed something she was always the first one who volunteered with a loud “I GOT IT BUELA” and would proceed to go to the task at 100% speed. Validation was her love language.

- Dolores on the other hand was extremely shy. She kept to herself, stuck with Felix and observed every single person with wide eyes.

- her and Isabela were I. Fact best friends growing up and acted like sisters rather than cousins. Isabela acting like the leader and Dolores silently following behind and always helping her execute her plans.

- Luisa was a whole other story in terms of how she was prior to getting her powers. She was the definition of a daddy’s girl. She would look at agustine like this man invented the moon and hung the stars and ADORED him. She clung to him every change she could and he loved it. Another thing is I could see her as a toddler asking a lot of questions. “Pa.... why is Isa so bossy?” “Pa.... can mr. Unicorn have a hug too?” “Papa.... I had a nightmare can I sleep with you and mama?” “Papa I drew you this” * holds up a little stick figure drawing of her and him holding hands which causes him to melt”

- Luisa was also very sensitive as a child. I imagine her walking around with her older sister and cousin, sucking her thumb and carrying a little stuffed unicorn. She liked doing simple things- helping julieta cook, drawing, hearing stories from her uncle Bruno and playing with her dolls. She didn’t get ‘tough’ until a village boy made fun of Isabella one day, to which she beat the hell out of him the best a three year old could and everyone realized that she wasn’t a ‘cry baby’ and or softie- but instead someone who will protect her family at any cost.

- Camilo is and always will be a mamas boy. ( I’m not backing down on this period).

- Dolores originally was very excited to have a sibling. But as soon as he was born and she saw how loud he was she decided she didn’t want a little brother anymore. So one day when her mother was doing chores and her dad was helping, her and Isabela put Camilo in a basket and took him to the local church and left him there. Needless to say they both got in a LOT of trouble.

- Camilo was always a happy baby when he was in pepas arms. Which always made her happy to see her baby happy. He always knew how to make her smile. Before he could talk and really express himself he would blow bubbles in order to get her to laugh. His first word was mama and his first steps were to her too.

- this kid- the first boy out of all girls so far was like the girls little Barbie. They would dress him up and do tea parties with them snd taught him everything they knew.

- also he was too good at the game hide and seek and would always win. He also loved startling and or playing tricks on other people in the house- except for pepa because Felix told him not to. His favorite person to prank or scare was Dolores.

- Mirabel was a combination of a mamas girl and abuelas girl. She would always love to hear stories from abuela and also follow her around but also spent time in the kitchen with Julieta. Julieta actually taught her to sew and the first thing she ever sewed was for abuela.

- her and Camilo were always together. Their favorite activity was to do make believe outside and go on ‘adventures’ in the town.

- Antonio was known as everyone’s baby. Since the age gap was so large, everyone part took in his upbringing. But the majority was left to Mirabel who spent time with him in the nursery. At night she would so shadow puppets for him and tell him lavish Stories till he would fall asleep.

- Camilo was glad to have a brother and not be the only male cousin. He made sure thaf no one messed with him because rhat was HIS little brother.

#encanto #pepa and felix #pepa madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #mirabel madrigal #encanto camilo

[lilyclawthorne]

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." Thing:

I wish you would write a fic where...

Alma and Pepa talk.

(Or "fight and then talk" lol)

Like, about Bruno, about Mirabel, about Pedro... About Pepa's cloud and gift...

:')

Sorry this took longer to answer than expected, but uhh thats because I did end up writing it!

It’s maybe less of a talk and more of a much needed vent for Pepa and her mother listening to all of her feelings for once?? Idk I’m not sure how i feel about it, it’s kinda dialogue heavy, and I’m not quite sure if its what you were looking for? Also, used google translate for some of this, so if anything seems off feel free to let me know.

Don’t Need The Sun To Keep You Warm

Word Count: 3780

Ao3 Link

It was supposed to be her day off. A good day. A calm day, and Pepa had been looking forward to it. But even if the people in the Encanto had been doing a better job of taking care of things on their own, of helping all of those around them and easing up on their reliance on the Madrigals, there were just some problems that people couldn’t anticipate. Emergencies that could best be handled by one of their Gifts.

Pepa had been quietly enjoying a book while sitting outside of Casita when her day was interrupted. She had actually smelled the smoke before the people came up to her yelling that one of the older barns had been caught on fire. She was up and running before they even made it all the way to her, abandoning her book on the ground, and following the direction the smoke was coming from. The sight itself was enough to kick her anxiety up, and by the time she got there she had no problem conjuring up a cloud with enough rain to put the whole thing out before it spread too far.

What would’ve been a challenge for most people, was an easy fix with a gift like Pepa’s, but even so, just working herself up like that, all of the adrenaline mixed with emotions was enough to make her exhausted. She wanted to go right back home, it was her day off after all, but as soon as the fire was out, people got to work cleaning the mess and she felt bad leaving everything behind as everyone else helped. With all the people involved, it only took about an hour to clear the debris, but now she was wet and cold and felt gross from getting covered in ash and soot. Now she really wanted to get out of there, dodging questions from farmers about when the next time she’d be available to water some crops would be before they could end up setting her off.

She was about halfway home when she was stopped once more, turning around at a tug on her dress to find two kids looking up at her. The rumbling in her cloud from the interruption ceased as soon as she saw them. There was a little girl who looked like she’d been crying, and a boy who was just a little older than her and looked like he could be her older brother.

“U-um, Señora, my hermana got hurt - she’s okay now - but she’s still sad and I was, um, wondering if you’d be able to make a rainbow to help cheer her up, por favor?” the boy nervously asked her. Pepa’s heart softened at this kid just trying to help his sister, but that didn’t change the fact that rainbows were hard for her to create if she wasn’t in a very good mood. She saw their faces sadden at her hesitation, which only made her feel bad as well, but she couldn’t blame two children for not knowing the extent of her gift.

“Lo siento, but they’re not that easy to produce, another time, okay?” she told them, and they shook their heads in understanding, but Pepa could still see the dejected look on the girl’s face grow deeper as they turned around to head back to their own home. As Pepa started her own trek back home, her cloud returned, a little darker than before to reflect her bad mood.

When she finally made it back to her own room, she used the cloud to rinse both herself and her dress of any dirt and ash that was remaining before getting changed into a dry set of clothing. She felt a little better than before, but her cloud still trailed along with her as she set out to collect her book from where she left it outside, but she did not make it more than a few steps outside of her room when she heard it.

“Pepa! You have a-“ her mother began, only to stop at the glare that was sent her way.

“Go ahead! See what it’ll look like when you finish that sentence!” She shoots back at the woman.

Her mother took a deep breath before beginning again, “I apologize, force of habit-“

Pepa rolled her eyes, her cloud growing darker and larger, “It should have never become a habit in the first place!!”

“I-you’re right. I should never have started pointing it out. I’m sorry and I want to do better, so if you’ll let me restart-“ Pepa gives her mother a nod to go on. “What’s got you upset today, mija? Would you like to talk about it?

Pepa’s still slightly annoyed but her immediate instinct to say no and storm off is lost. Her inner child has been longing to hear her mother ask that for so long, and before she realizes it she’s nodding her head. She’s nervous, but if her mother wants to try then maybe she should too. After all, Pepa knows she needs to improve on talking about her emotions with others rather than holding them all in. Who better to work on that with than her own mother, the person who she always should have been able to go to talk to in the first place?

Alma has now approached her, has very gently taken her hand, and is now leading them both upstairs to her own bedroom where they can talk privately. Pepa feels a little odd as she’s sat down on her mother’s bed. The only times she can remember being brought up here are when she was younger, usually to be reprimanded for whatever chaos she managed to get up to as a child.

They sit for a few moments in awkward silence before her mother speaks up, “Tell me what’s wrong, mi vida?”

Pepa thinks about her day and how it had put her in a bitter mood, but she can’t actually find anything that feels like a legitimate complaint. She’s feeling like she’s already made a big deal out of nothing, and starts to get up, “Nevermind, it’s stupid.”

But she’s pulled back down by her mother, “It’s not stupid if it’s made you upset.”

Her younger self wants to cry at those words, wishing to have heard something like that from the woman for so long. So she gives it another shot and tries to talk about her day, “I-I’m just exhausted. It was supposed to be my day off, but there was a fire and no one can take care of it as fast as I can, so it’s far from unreasonable to make an exception there to help. But then I kept helping because I knew it’d look bad if I didn’t. T-then people wanted to talk to me about work but I ignored them and I feel horrible about it. And then there were these two kids! Who seemed very sweet, but they asked me to make a rainbow and I wanted to! But I couldn’t, and it’s not their fault they don’t understand how the gift works, but they looked so sad, and then I felt so sad. Not to mention almost the whole time I was soaked by rain and covered in dirt, and just felt so uncomfortable and gross.”

Pepa’s not quite sure when it happened, but she’s feeling a light drizzle coming down from her cloud, and feels tears forming in her eyes now that she’s let that all out. Despite the tears, she can’t help but laugh at what her mother has to say next.

“Ay, I’ve never understood why you never used any of the raincoats I got you.”

“That’s what you have to say next? Because they were ugly Mamá! And hot, between the rain and then the heat from the hood, my hair always wanted to frizz up horribly, which was a nightmare.”

“Oh you want to tell me how much of a nightmare your hair could become? I think I did your hair for you every morning until you were at least 15, and you would never stay still,” her mother laughed with her, “Would you like me to help you with your hair right now?”

Pepa is quick to feel her hair, questioning what was wrong with it, but as soon as she felt it, she realized after the work and rushing around today it had become very loose. Between the rain and wind, as well as the natural heat outside, her hair was sure to be a pain by the time it was dry at the end of the day. She feels her mother get up, grabbing a comb and shifting to sit behind her as she begins to undo the rest of the braid entirely.

Alma feels her daughter begin to relax a bit at her touch, and she continues, gently working through each knot. She takes the silence as a moment to speak up again, “Those farmers shouldn’t have bothered you, I’ll have to talk to them. And you didn’t have to stick around to help with the aftermath of the fire, putting it out was sure to already be a huge help.”

“How was I supposed to not help?” she quietly questions her mother before continuing, “Hard to erase a lifetime being taught that we couldn’t not help, that everyone else came before ourselves.”

It’s clear she’s not only talking about herself. She’s nervous she’s going to start an argument, and is briefly both thankful and terrified that she can’t get up and avoid everything like usual when her hair is currently in her mother’s hands.

“I- that would be my fault again. I did so much wrong by you all, and I will regret that everyday. I thought I was doing right by our miracle, by your Papá, but if he were here now I think he’d be very disappointed.”

“I know why you did it, Mamá, and sometimes I think I get it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s had a negative impact on the rest of us to the point that we couldn’t even talk about it. An impact that, for some of us, is far too late to undo,” Pepa takes a deep breath, wondering if she’ll get yelled at, but the silence from her mother suggests she should continue, “This may hurt to hear, but sometimes I am so resentful of you because I know that both Julieta and I have tried so hard to raise our children differently than you raised us, and yet the things we learned from you still manage to sneak their way in there.”

She thinks if she turned around to face her mother, she’d have a hard time seeing the look in the woman’s eyes, but once again she’s glad that her mother has chosen to take her time working out each knot in her hair, making it incapable for her to face her. Her mother lets out a small hum, one that reminds Pepa of her sister and she thinks that must be where she got it from. It’s an indication to continue speaking.

Pepa decides it’s easier for her to begin on someone other than herself.

“It’s just, Julieta LOVES her hijas, so much. But she’s been taught to work herself to the bone every day since she was little, I’m pretty sure - no I KNOW - she didn’t have much of a childhood. It’s kept her from seeing the problems her girls have been having, and it’s normalized for them that it’s okay to overwork yourself for others. You taught Juli that if she’s not helping others or doing as told, she’s worthless, and her girls have gotten that too.”

They’re both briefly aware of the cloud rumbling above them, but neither one of them says anything about it. Pepa decides to ignore it as she continues, “Don’t even get me started on Mira! In this family, worth was equated to gifts, so she spent her whole life so far pushing herself too hard to reach a goal that was made unattainable for her! I feel horrible that I didn't pay more attention to her. She almost died because she thought the miracle was worth more than her life!”

She winces as she feels a harsher tug through her hair and she tries to turn around, concerned she’s already taken it too far, but her mother doesn’t let her, “Lo siento, just a tough knot. Continue with what you need to say.”

“A-and Bruno, we all treated him terribly. When he was little, me and Juli always wanted to defend him from the terrible things people would say or do, but we couldn’t. We were little too. Too little to do enough, and too little to take on the role of protector that should’ve been held by our madre.”

Pepa herself is getting uncomfortable. She has steered the conversation towards the triplet’s childhood which is only a step away from discussing her own childhood, and that’s certainly not something she planned on doing today. As if she sensed her discomfort, Pepa feels her mother running a hand through her hair, one meant for comfort this time rather than detangling, as if to say it’s okay to keep going, she can take whatever her daughter has to say.

“I hate the way I behaved after Bruno left,” Pepa finally says, taking the conversation in a slightly different direction, “I wouldn’t - no, I couldn’t - be upset about it. It hurt so much not to talk about him that I made myself angry at him instead just to stop a hurricane from occurring. And he could hear me this whole time! Yo era una perra.”

“Pepa! Language! Please don’t say that about yourself.” It’s the most Alma has said since her daughter really started to talk about everything and Pepa herself is unsure whether she’s more shocked because she let such a self-deprecating comment out in front of her mother, or at how instantly her mother reacted. Either way, a louder crack of thunder had been let out. “It was selfish of me to have suggested it in the first place. To deny you your feelings.”

The drizzle is back. It’s back and suddenly Pepa is very aware she’s slowly drenching her mother’s room. Worry instinctively takes over in the pit of her stomach and her hands reach up to soothe herself when she remembers her braid currently isn’t there.

“Just a moment,” she hears her mother say, apparently almost finished rebraiding her hair already. When she finally ties everything into place Pepa expects to feel her hair back in her own grasp, but instead feels her mother gently hold her hand. She takes this as her opportunity to finally turn around and face her mother, and it’s clear from the redness in the woman’s eyes that she has cried at some point while Pepa was talking.

“M-Mamá, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to ma-“

“Shhhh, mi vida. It’s not your job to worry about me,” Alma reassures her daughter before adding, “Besides, I missed this.”

Pepa’s confused, “You missed what? Me complaining?”

“No, I missed my Pepita, my little spitfire who always told everyone what was on her mind, regardless of what it was. I’m glad to have her back.” There’s tears forming in Pepa’s eyes again, and her mother is quick to wrap her arms around her and pull her backwards into a hug, “It’s okay Pepa. Está bien. I’ve needed to hear all of this anyways. You deserve to let it out.”

She’s not sure when it happens, but somewhere in the next few moments her mother is holding her as they’re both laying down on the bed. Pepa’s reminded of when she was little, before she turned five, when she’d get hurt or have a nightmare and her mother would comfort her just like this. It’s enough to calm her down that the drizzle stops for now.

“And what about you, mi vida? Tell me how all of this has affected you?”

Pepa takes in a sharp breath. They’ve managed to come back around to the part she really didn’t want to talk about: herself. The desire to run out of the room comes back again, but she shoves it down. She’s already gone this far, might as well keep going.

“I…” She takes a deep breath, her cloud is already getting bigger, “I, ugh, I don’t… know how to cope with my emotions at all. All I really know is “clear skies” and to suppress everything else. And suppressing always leads to everything spilling out in a mess. Literally, it’s such a common occurrence that the townspeople had already named them ‘temperature tantrums’ by the time I was eight.”

Alma was shocked, to say the least. She knew people had been awful to her Brunito, that was certainly made clear to her by now. It hadn’t occurred to her that something similar could’ve been happening to Pepa, and she briefly wonders if anything ever happened to Julieta as well. Pepa senses what her mother is thinking before she can even ask, “It wasn’t good, but it was never as terrible as Bruno. People did fear my lightning, after all. It only ever got bad if I got too scared to make the lightning happen.”

The woman wants to ask what exactly “bad” meant. She’d heard about all the times Pepa struck someone from annoyed townspeople, but “too scared to make lightning” was not a feeling she’d ever witnessed from her daughter, but seeing as she’d never heard about it, she could easily suspect that Julieta may have been involved with hiding the evidence that anything had ever happened. That her daughter felt the need to hide this from her.

“A-and speaking of scaring people,” Pepa continues, “Because I’ve never had control over this damn gift, even my own hijos are scared of me at times. The thunder hurts Dolores’ ears, I’ve seen Antonio try to hide when he hears one of my storms, and I have unintentionally hurt Camilo with my lightning. And it breaks my heart everyday to know that I do that to them.”

She’s feeling tears pricking the corner of her eyes, screwing up her face to prevent them from falling, because tears meant rain and that was the last thing she wanted to do right now, “And I know, I know, by now that letting it out should make it more manageable. Félix reminds me all the time, but I think it was already ingrained in me before I even met him, that my emotions aren’t meant for me, that they’re meant to be for everyone else’s use.”

Alma waits while Pepa takes a deep breath. It’s clear her anxiety is getting the best of her and if pushed she may start to panic. It’s best to give her some time.

A few moments pass in complete silence, her breathing beginning to even out again, before she speaks up, “E-Every time I have even the smallest of clouds, I-I’ve always heard you there, in my head, ‘Pepa! You have a cloud!’ or ‘Pepa! You need to calm down!!’ and I’ve always been scared to disappoint you. Bruno’s the baby and the only son, Julieta’s your golden child and the eldest, and I’m just, in the middle. I couldn’t afford to do anything extra to make me feel like even more of a disappointment to you.”

Pepa feels her mother’s arm around her, gently encouraging her to turn around and face her. She hesitates, scared at every moment she’s said too much and will get yelled at like a child, but when she finally gives in, she sees only sadness in her mother’s eyes.

Alma finally speaks up again, “You will never be a disappointment to me. Eres mi sol. And I am so sorry I made you feel that way. I can never take back what I’ve done, but I am so thankful for having another chance with our familia.”

Pepa nods her head. She’s happy that her mother wants to do better, but she’s also exhausted both emotionally and physically. And as tears finally do fall from her eyes, she feels the rain start up again. She nearly shoots up from the bed as she tries to apologize for her weather, but her mother keeps holding her, telling her that it’s alright.

“Estás bien. I don’t know if you’ve realized it, but you’ve let out a lot of emotions, and the most you’ve done is drizzle.”

Pepa looks around, and she thinks about the past hour or so. She’s not really sure how long she’s been here but it’s definitely darker outside than when she first entered the room. And her mother is right, she’s barely gotten stronger than a drizzle, a sprinkle at the most, which doesn’t match the weather she usually gets when all of her feelings build up and are let out at once. But this wasn’t an outburst like usual either.

“I-I think, that talking about what I’m feeling, instead of hiding it, maybe makes the weather less troublesome?” she tells her mother.

“I should’ve known better,” her mother tells her back, “Anytime you need it, you can always come to me to talk from here on out. No matter what it is, okay? I’ll remind you of it too so you don’t doubt it either.”

Pepa smiles. When she was younger, all she wanted was for her mother to just listen to her, especially when the emotions got too big for her to handle. She hadn’t been sure that she was ever going to get that. She feels lighter, now that she’s shared so much, and yet the exhaustion from the day feels heavy on her, and she lets out a yawn. Alma holds back a laugh at the sight, Pepa trying to keep her eyes from shutting as she begins to stroke her daughter’s hair, just like she did when she put all of the triplets to bed when they were little.

“You can rest now, mi sol, it is still your day off after all.” It’s only a matter of moments before Pepa gives in, letting out a light snore as she falls asleep. Alma holds on to her tight, content to let her lay there and take a well deserved nap. Alma knows there’s still so much work for her to do, but seeing how peaceful her daughter looks for the first time in who knows how long, well it’s enough to remind of her how ready she is to put in all of her effort going forward.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fic #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #fics

[toaverse]

For your walking dead au, I saw that Bruno does eventually team up with Fish Lady and I imagine their alliance as a reluctant partnership (She held a grudge for over ten years to the point Bruno obviously still remembers it specifically, and if she put that aside, I wouldn't be surprised if she still thought him bad luck, and no one really wants that), but they were one of the only people in town still alive and with their humanity intact, and even she couldn't hold a grudge past her relief at actually finding an actual human after fending off Walkers this whole time. Will he try to convince her to go with him to find the rest of his family since the Encanto is a lost cause anyhow, and he has no one really tying him there anymore.

Also, little idea: despite growing closer over the course of their journey, it's lowkey a running gag that Señora Pezmuerto still brings up her dead fish now and again, even as it becomes more a joke between them as they move past it and become friends.

"You and your visions killed my fish!"

"You thought your fish needed 20 pellets instead of 10, it was going to happen eventually!"

Yes! Yes, exactly! This is just golden!

A small correction: Mirabel was 5 when the apocalypse happend, so let’s just say that Bruno “caused the fish’s death” around a month or so beforehand.

Both Bruno and Señora Pezmuerto where still in the the Encanto when they ran into each other.

To Bruno’s utter surprise, she wasn’t pissed at him?? Like, at all?? But more relieved? What the heck is going on??

After the two had to fend off a few walkers, she would in fact bring up her fish again. Oh, and ask him how the heck he survived for so long.

Of course, Bruno would only answer; “I didn’t kill your fish!” and would ignore the second question for awhile.

As for wanting to look for the rest of the family, Bruno didn’t want to get his hopes up after having to put his own mother down. Heck, he was sure Agustín would either be a walker or already put down.

So, while not really looking for them, Bruno was on the look-out for them wherever he and Señora Pezmuerto were going. (Most of the fam will reunite again, don’t worry😊)

Over time, the two would form a friendship, even to the point where the whole goldfish thing would merely becoming a running gag.

The topic of what happens to Alma would eventually come up though…☹️

Also this:

Fish lady: “Well, your vision killed my goldfish.”

Bruno: “So does that mean your fish is a walker now?”

Fish lady: 😐

Bruno: “Or rather a…swimmer?”

Fish lady: “Stop.”😑

#bruno madrigal #señora pezmuerto #encanto au #toaverse answers #answered ask

[milkiane]

deja vu

» don’t act like we didn't do that shit, too

SOUR COLLECTION

pairings: sarah cameron x reader

summary: after coming across sarah’s new instagram post, you had to do a double take at their new date photos, because it looked oddly familiar with the post you’ve archived.

warnings: kinda social media!au, mentions of food

word count: 992

the ping of your phone caught your attention, making you momentarily look away from the movie. you stared at it a little bit longer, deciding whether or not you should tap on the notification.

the screen went blank after a few more seconds, making you stare at yourself at the dark reflection of your screen. you sighed, turning it back on and letting yourself succumb to misery.

you watched in anticipation as the photos loaded, unsure of yourself if you really want to see it.

your eyebrows furrowed, doing a double-take at the pictures. your finger was swiping harshly at each photo. you paused for a moment, racking your brain for an explanation as to why it looked so familiar.

it’s when it hits you that you’ve done that with her, too. car rides to chapel hill, strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two. it’s the same post that you’ve archived when the both of you had called it quits.

you squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the pain in your chest. you can’t believe that she took him to one of the places you’ve treasured. sure, it’s a public place, anyone and everyone could go there anytime they want, but what’s bothering you the most is the fact that it was your favorite go-to date. the one which the both of you always did. the secret ice cream parlor you spent weeks on finding.

you wonder if she gets déjà vu.

without a second thought, you double-tapped her post and threw your phone at the side of your bed. an unspoken action to the answer you both know.

it was the crack of dawn and you were sitting on the dock, feet swinging as it dangled on the edge. the sunrise was nice, it always was. a picturesque view to keep you distracted from the world.

there were footsteps from behind, but you never took your eyes off the watercolor sky.

you felt a presence beside you, and you saw a glimpse of dirty blonde hair.

“you always loved the sunrise, didn’t you?” sarah remarked, leaving a respectable amount of space between the both of you as she sat down, “i remember you waking me up first thing in the morning and dragging me out to watch it.”

you huffed an amused smile, though the next words that you were about to say were bitter, “i wonder if you do the same to booker,”

she furrowed her eyebrows, “what?”

“isn’t that what you’re doing?” you asked, taking your gaze away from the sky to look at her, “letting him experience what we’ve done in our relationship?”

“-car rides to chapel hill, strawberry ice cream then one spoon for two, really? when are you gonna tell him that we did that, too? he probably thinks it’s special,” you looked back at the view you’ve been admiring, “but it’s so reused. i mean, you brought him to our place, the secret ice cream parlor that i found.”

sarah swallowed the lump in her throat, looking away from you to watch the sunrise with you, just like before everything went downhill. you let the silence surround you both for a while, having missed being in her presence.

“do you get déjà vu when he’s with you?” you finally asked, fluttering your eyes shut as the wind caressed your face.

but before you could answer, the engine of a boat and the soft music blasting from it hindered her from answering.

“she’s so unique,” john b grinned, running a hand through his hair, the pogues all boo’ed at him for being a simp at such an early hour.

you let out a humorless chuckle, making sarah look at you with a defeated look. you stood up and dusted off your shorts, “a different lover now, but there’s nothing’s new.”

“of course you’d think she’s unique,” jj huffed, throwing the bandana at his face, “she’s the only girl you’ve successfully macked on.”

“do you get déjà vu, huh?” you looked at her one last time and left. leaving her to mull over the question.

you stared at your popcorn ceiling, a playlist full of bruno major’s songs playing on your speakers to keep the sad girl hour going for the rest of the night.

you wonder if there were instances wherein she’d forget that it’s john b she’s with and almost say your name, catching herself before she ruins what they have.

you hate to think that it’d be just you and her forever, slow dancing to bruno major until the world caves in.

you wouldn’t be surprised— if she’s doing that with him right now, humming along with the lyrics, bodies swaying, and hands intertwined. you wouldn’t be surprised if she tells him how much she loves him in between each song that plays.

you’re at your wit’s end as you wondered if you wanted to call the promnesia out just for the sake of making sarah feel guilty or because you felt bad for john b. either way, you didn’t get the answer to your own question as you let the heaviness of your chest and the occupation of your mind slowly give in to fatigue, but not before grabbing your phone to look for her contact number.

sarah did get déjà vu, sarah is getting déjà vu. just now, there was soft music, bruno major, playing from her bluetooth speakers. john b was snoring softly from beside her as she laid awake, musing your question.

she didn’t know what came to her and did all the things she did with you with john b. which puzzled her beyond belief because she broke up with you to experience new things with the pogue, yet here she was, doing the same thing again— just not with you.

does she get déjà vu?

her phone pinged, indicating a new text message. she squinted her eyes at the harsh brightness coming from the screen. it was from you.

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a broken heart

Word Count: 2,543

Warnings: sad bean vibes today guys, sorry! Breakup angst and jealousy.

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader, Bokuto Kōtarō x Fem!Reader

A/N: I have no clue what got into me but we’re writing some sad shit tonight apparently. For all my broken-hearted beans out there, I promise I’ll write some fluff sooner or later! <3 Thank you to @thisnoodlewritesao3 for reading some of this for me and giving me the motivation to keep writing - sorry you’ll probably wake up to these feels (please don’t read if you’re not in a good head space, yall!)

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It was like life was stabbing him every few seconds, reminding him that you were no longer there.

Tsukishima woke up thinking that maybe everything would be okay today, pulled his headphones on while he got ready because he was refusing to be alone with his thoughts. But when his music shuffled, why did the first song to play have to be the song you had deemed your song? Why could he remember the melody so perfectly sung in your voice? The way you looked whenever the song came on on the radio.

He remembered how happy you looked that very first day, how you had dressed yourself up just to hang out with him, and how this song was playing in a playlist he had made you and was the one in the background when he had kissed you for the first time.

The melody made Tsukishima’s lips tingle. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now.

Yamaguchi’s half smiles didn’t help either. When he joined Tsukishima on his way to school, he just patted Tsukishima on the back like he normally did and danced around the question, “How are you?”

It’s not like Tsukishima would be honest. He’d just shrug and say, “Fine,” and hope Yamaguchi would fill the silence with some story or something dumb.

He knew Yamaguchi was still friends with you, that the two of you talked. He’d never ask for him to stop because if anything, Tsukishima could find out how you were doing without even asking.

“She’s okay,” Yamaguchi told him with a small smile, as if that was supposed to be comforting. Did he think that’s what Tsukishima wanted to hear? That you were doing okay? That you weren’t waking up in tears every night like he was? Part of him wanted to be happy that you were okay, because he always secretly knew you’d be better off without him. But he wanted to be angry at you, he wanted to blame you for the fact that he cried more in the last few weeks than he had ever before in his life.

Tsukishima just kept his eyes forward, like he didn’t even hear his best friend but Yamaguchi had seen the flicker of sadness in him. He had learned a few weeks into the breakup not to mention your name around Tsukishima, but not because the quiet boy asked him to. It was because every time he heard your name, Yamaguchi would watch as his shoulders tensed, how his fists would clench in annoyance. He missed you, but who would ever catch Tsukishima Kei admitting that?

Yamaguchi would never tell him, but he always wondered that maybe if Tsukishima had admitted his feelings more to you, maybe you’d still be here.

Tsukishima would never say it out loud, but he was already thinking the same thing.

It hadn’t taken long for it to feel like the whole world knew about your breakup. People whispered in the hallways, more than they usually did when Tsukishima’s cold aura came by. Your name fluttered into his ears through gossipy voices and the blond boy just wanted to tell everyone to shut up.

Why did your name have to follow him around? Why did people have to look at him like he had done something so wrong? It’s not like he had broken up with you.

“I just can’t do this anymore, Tsukishima, I’m sorry,” you had whispered to him, shifting uncomfortably in your stance. “It just feels like you don’t even want me around most of the time and I feel like I’m constantly bugging you.”

“I never said you were bugging me, did I?” he huffed. Looking back, Tsukishima wished he could’ve bit down on his tongue and cut the sass in half. You had winced at his bitter tone. It was the look on your face that made him realize you weren’t just being insecure or awkward again. You were genuinely trying to leave.

“I want to be with someone who actually wants me around… and I don’t think that’s how we are…” the words left your lips so easily but Tsukishima knew what you meant. You meant that’s not how he was.

“You’re the one who’s leaving,” Tsukishima spat out angrily, glaring at you as you picked up your things slowly, tears in your eyes. Why wouldn’t you look at him? Why wouldn’t you look him in the eyes and tell him why you were leaving?

But when you finally met his gaze, you were already at the door, glancing back at him with sorrowful eyes. Why did you look like you were mourning something? Had it really been that bad? Being with him? “You’re the one not stopping me,” you had said in a voice barely louder than a whisper. You waited there for a moment, as if proving your point to him as Tsukishima just stood there with his fists clenched.

He wanted to lurch forward and hold you to him, beg you to stay even though he wasn’t sure what words could possibly describe how he was feeling. He didn’t know how to explain why he was always so angry or emotionless with you. He didn’t hate you - how was he supposed to say that? He didn’t want you to go but you were already leaving. How pathetic of him would he be if he begged you to stay? What was the point of begging if you were already choosing to go?

The memory was still fresh in Tsukishima’s mind. He couldn’t help but think about it every moment of the day, even still. Some part of him had hoped you would come back - would show up at his house with tears in your eyes and beg him to show some sort of emotions so you could stay. He would if you had come. But he knew that you probably expected him to do the same.

But even if he did, would you accept it? Would you accept his apology? Or was he considered a lost cause?

Tsukishima’s ears perked up, hearing a familiar melodious laughter as he walked through campus for lunch. His eyes searched around and saw you with your friends, giggles erupting from your lips. He wondered how you were still able to laugh with your friends, how your smile still managed to brighten up the courtyard during your lunch. How were you so happy? How come you had never smiled like that with him?

Before he could stop himself, Tsukishima felt himself walking towards you. He needed to see you up close - needed to make sure that smile was genuine because it couldn’t possibly be right? How were you so okay when he was so not?

“Tsukki!” Yamaguchi’s hand grabbed Tsukishima’s arm before he could cause a scene, pulling him back from his zoned in thoughts. “You’re not gonna want to do that,” Yamaguchi insisted, meeting Tsukishima’s glare head on. “Trust me okay?”

Tsukishima watched him for a moment, his lips pursing into a thin line, “How am I supposed to apologize and get her back if I don’t see her?”

Yamaguchi’s gaze faltered this time and that’s when Tsukishima knew something was going on. Yamaguchi knew something. Something he wasn’t telling his best friend.

“What is it?” Tsukishima asked quietly, pulling his arm from Yamaguchi’s grip.

Yamaguchi started to say something but the most annoying voice you could ever hear was louder.

“Y/N! My angel! I did it! I ran all the way here just like I promised!”

Tsukishima’s eyes widened just slightly as he watched as Bokuto Kōtarō seemed to run over to Tsukishima’s girlfriend no, ex girlfriend.

“He didn’t, he’s just exaggerating,” Akaashi’s voice came next, trailing behind Bokuto with a look on his face that clearly stated he didn’t want to be here.

You were laughing awkwardly, a look in your eyes telling Tsukishima you really hadn’t expected them. So why were they here in the middle of a school day?

Tsukishima scoffed a bit, wanting to turn back and run away, bury his nose into his studies and pretend like it was fine. But it wasn’t fine. Because Bokuto wrapped you up in his arms and whirled you around in a hug that showed everyone nearby exactly how he felt about you.

“B-Boktuo, put me down!” You insisted through giggles, desperately trying to avoid everyone from staring at you but it was far too late.

“I’m just excited to see you,” Bokuto grinned, nodding towards his best friend. “Akaashi is too!”

Akaashi just gave a nod and continued his conversation with one of your friends, as Bokuto patted your head lovingly, “I told you I’d come see you today, didn’t I?”

“You weren’t supposed to skip school for it, you idiot!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’ll go back, promise! I just wanted to see you,” Bokuto grinned.

The smile on your face was wider than before and yet Tsukishima still didn’t understand why. How were you still smiling? How were you standing there with everyone assuming that you were dating Bokuto and not dismissing all the quiet rumours that were starting?

Tsukishima finally found it in himself to walk away, Yamaguchi calling after him and following his footsteps. You had left him and replaced him with a top ace. Of course you had. It didn’t matter how much Tsukishima practiced or didn’t practice. He was never going to be better than him, and he was never going to get you back either.

Over the next few weeks, Tsukishima would hear about everything that Bokuto was and did. He saw posts on your Instagram, which he still glanced at every now and then, and even stole Yamaguchi’s phone sometimes to see your Snapchat stories.

You had everything you ever wanted now from the looks of it. Bokuto would come see you every weekend, even if it meant coming right after volleyball practice. He’d crash on your living room couch or on your floor and according to your Twitter, your mom loved him already.

He brought you flowers one time, completely out of the blue, and there it was on your Instagram. Bokuto with a huge smile on his face and holding them out to you. Tsukishima could just imagine the glow in your skin as you accepted them, that shy smile that you had given to him, what felt like a million years ago.

Yamaguchi watched as his friend tortured himself with your social media, glancing at it with eyes said that he didn’t care, but his bad mood was just getting worse every day. Everyone on the volleyball team knew it too, and even the somewhat-empty-headed players like Hinata and Noya didn’t say anything.

“They’re not dating you know,” Yamaguchi spoke up after a while as the two of them walked home. Tsukishima shoved his phone back in his pocket, as if Yamaguchi hadn’t just caught him glancing at his text message history with you to see if you had randomly messaged him. “I think Bokuto just really likes her but she told me she’s not ready.”

Tsukishima wanted to tell him he didn’t care, but those words just twisted in his mouth and he couldn’t even make a sound. He did care. How could he not? He had loved you, even if he was absolute shit at showing you.

“He’ll be good for her,” was all Tsukishima said after a moment, staring out to the distance and trying not to note the surprise on Yamaguchi’s face. He wanted to mean it. He wanted to be happy for you because your smile was all that mattered to him. But... he couldn’t stop from thinking... from wishing... that your smile was at him instead.

As if the gods themselves had decided to torture Tsukishima some more that day, as the two friends turned into Coach’s shop to grab some snacks, there he was standing right in front of them.

Bokuto Kōtarō with his idiotic smile and a handful of snacks and ramen packets that he was plopping onto the counter in front of Coach Ukai, “Just these please!”

Ukai glanced uncomfortably at Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, clearing his throat as he started to check Bokuto’s items out.

Tsukishima’s ears were going pink - of course even the Coach knew. He wanted to leave right then and there, pretend like he hadn’t even come here in the first place.

But before he could turn on his heels, Bokuto caught his eye. The two of them shared an awkward look, Yamaguchi trying to walk towards the back of the store so that Tsukishima could follow him.

“Look man-” Bokuto started stiffly, his chest puffing out just slightly as he tried to come up with the words.

“It’s the wrong kind,” Tsukishima interrupted, a cold glare shooting right into Bokuto’s eyes.

“Sorry?”

“The ramen.” Tsukishima walked over to the nearby stand and pulled out two different flavours, dropping them onto the counter. “Y/N doesn’t like that one. You grabbed the wrong one.”

He should’ve just walked away then and there, avoided any more confrontational conversations but he didn’t. The two of them just stared at each other, Bokuto looking back and forth between Tsukishima and the packets of ramen.

“Boys,” Ukai’s voice was low, as if warning them not to start a scuffle in his shop.

After a moment, Bokuto just gave Tsukishima a smile, patting him on the shoulder, “Thanks.”

Tsukishima still stood there, even as Bokuto paid for his items (minus the ramen packets that you didn’t like) and as Ukai handed him his bag. The Fukurōdani boy gave a small wave to Ukai and started to head out, the tension just starting to lift.

“She likes flowers,” Tsukishima’s voice cut through the air like a knife, words thudding into existence. “She says it makes her feel like someone is thinking of her without an occasion. And she likes to have her hand held in crowds because sometimes she gets nervous around so many people. She’s not going to text you a lot at first because she’s going to think she’s clingy… and that’s my fault. I made her think she was clingy. But she’s not. She just wants to know that you’re thinking of her and that you’re honest with her.” Tsukishima’s fists were clenched so tightly, his nails were starting to sting into his palms, “And she likes to go dancing. It doesn’t really matter where but she likes to dance to music.”

You could’ve heard a fly buzzing around, or a pin dropping against the floor with how quiet it got. Bokuto’s back was still to Tsukishima, tensing slightly the more that he talked but never fully turning around.

“Slow dance with her okay? Because… I never did with her and she always wanted me to. Do everything I didn’t do with her, alright?” Tsukishima’s voice was louder now, as if desperately pleading with Bokuto.

There was another pause in the air and Bokuto only turned his head slightly to just say, “You got it,” before disappearing.

Tsukishima didn’t realize it until after he had gone that there were tears in his eyes. He thought about every time he saw flowers and thought about giving them to you and how stupid he had thought the idea was. He remembered every moment that he didn’t respond back to you right away when he had the chance to, or when he asked you why you sent him so many things on social media. The picture of that sadness growing in your eyes would haunt him for a while.

Worst of all, was all those times you two had sat in the middle of a field, just listening to music and humming to yourselves. How often you had looked around to find no one around and begged him to come dance with you. He had thought it was stupid. How childish, he had thought.

But right now, he’d give anything to slow dance with you.

Guess it’s true, Tsukishima thought to himself as he rushed home, ignoring Yamaguchi calling for him. He wiped his face aggressively, not even caring how crooked his glasses were getting as more tears streamed down his face. You never really realize what you have until you lose it.

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Prompt request please: Everyone's reactions when Mirabel runs away

(Sorry in advance, I'll be asking for more prompts in the future as well as other stuff).

(Don’t be sorry at all - I look forward to them.)

Considering we see some of the reactions in the film - Alma, Bruno, Julieta - I won’t do literally everyone. And I can’t promise it’ll be any good. But here’s a short extract; do remember everyone is still reeling after the event and emotions are high.

Weighted Regret

Fuck the townspeople.

How dare they do nothing and continue as normal whilst her baby sister was missing, if not dead?

Tía Pepa had huddled Antonio and Camilo close, singing some familiar lullaby. She’d extended a hand to the older girls, but Dolores had already agreed to help her father in the search, and her nieces looked uninterested, though their eyes betrayed them, shiny with longing for that comfort.

If Luisa listens carefully, she can hear the childish questions of her young cousins:

“Will Casita fix itself?”

“Will we have to move into a new house?”

“Do you think my animals will move into our new house?”

The woman looks shellshocked, but she tries. She tries to offer a reassuring smile, she tries to deny the tears threatening to spill, she tries to ignore the fact all her children are safe and Julieta’s aren’t. The worst part is that it’s working.

It’s pissing Luisa off. How the three of them are sat, hugging, so oblivious to what’s going on. Because she wants to sit with her younger sister and mother too! But she doesn’t deserve it.

Dolores has been nothing but determined since they started looking. She was logical too. She’d argued that on short and definitely sore legs (if not injured), Mirabel can’t have gone far and the townspeople wouldn’t be of any use to her, therefore the girl had to be on the outskirts of town but still close by Casita.

But her logical and quietness makes her seem uncaring, and Luisa hates that too. How does she always know what to say? Why can’t that be her?

Tío Félix had tried to take on a leadership role. To be fair, he was the oldest, besides Abuela. Not that age should make a leader by default, Luisa would have descended into anarchy if she had to follow Isabela’s orders.

But, he’d been unusually solemn. Taking a moment to gently pat both sisters on the shoulder before departing with Dolores.

Even if he hadn’t said anything, he definitely agreed with Isabela.

“She can’t just be missing,” Isabela had argued earlier. “She might not have survived. It was a stressful situation and Mama could have just imagined it.” She’d turned her head towards the remains and pushed a heavy chunk of debris, possibly once a wall, to reveal a shattered family photo. “I think we should remove this stuff first. There’s no point looking until we know if Mama actually saw her.”

Luisa bit her tongue.

She hated how there was reason behind it. None of them had seen Mirabel; Mirabel hadn’t interacted with their mother. Then again, if it had been real, if they didn’t look for the girl now, she’ll definitely be dead by the time they do. No doubt that’s what the spoiled brat wanted.

This entire thing was bitter, like the sickeningly metallic taste in her mouth.

So, Luisa had bitten her tongue.

In front of the others, at least. She couldn’t hold herself back when they were far away, with only Dolores and Tío Félix to hear her.

“Why? Why would you say that?” Luisa spat, glaring at the older woman.

“It’s likely. How come nobody saw Mirabel get up and leave?” Isabela replied. “The miracle went out before she got stuck inside. Maybe Casita couldn’t save her. I know we were told to remain optimistic or whatever, but there’s nothing to be optimistic about.”

“Yeah, no shit, you fucking idiot.”

“Okay, that’s it. What is your fucking problem? You’ve been moody since we left. And I get you’re stressed and worried and whatever else you’re feeling right now, but I’m trying to help here. We need to stay focused or we’re not gonna find anything.”

“Maybe if someone wasn’t such a conniving, selfish bitch, none of this would have happened in the first place!”

That’s it, right there.

Isabela recoils, physically, as if sprayed by some toxin. Her eyes narrow, her nostrils flare, her lip curls. She looks nothing like the famed beauty of Encanto, more like a prowling tiger. “I am not selfish.”

“Say that to Dolores and Mirabel and anyone else you hurt,” she says sarcastically. She tries to steady herself with the support of a nearby tree. It’s useless. Truthfully, she doesn’t know where this anger is coming from, but she just can’t seem to calm herself down.

“You didn’t stand up for her either.”

At the mention of the youngest sister and the argument that caused this, Dolores claims to hear something and guides her father away.

“How dare you?” Luisa steps closer, towering. “How dare you even speak about my hermanita?! You have no idea what it’s been like for her or me. All she did was try to fix our family, because someone selfishly,” there’s that word again. “Decided to bewitch our cousin’s soulmate into thinking marrying her was a good idea!”

“Don’t you dare. You know that is not how it happened.” Isabela growled. “She is our sister and I’m just as hurt as you are. The difference being I can admit that I’ve used her as a scapegoat for the past ten years, while you sit on your high horse, without giving a damn to what your neglect has done to her. Now, get away from me, Luisa.”

She glares. “No. Seeing as you don’t wanna help, you can leave. I’m staying here. I’m staying and looking for my sister.”

“Our, Luisa!” The older goes to say more, but seemingly thinks better of it. Good, Luisa doesn’t want to hear it. But she does wonder what it was. “Alright, I’ll leave. I know when I’m not wanted. But I’m not going to stop searching, as you so clearly want, because she is our sister and I care about her.”

“No, you don’t,” Luisa argues.

Isabela doesn’t give a reply this time. But it infuriates Luisa all the same, she clenches her fist around the branch. It snaps, easily. She might not have her super strength, but the years of building her muscles don’t leave her helpless.

Neither of them react to it.

“I do care. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here. You’re upset that you didn’t do anything to help her when she need it and you’re projecting that onto me because you’re the perfectly good older sister,” Isabela huffs, then, “If you ask me, you’re the one who’s being selfish.”

And with that, Isabela turns on her heel and disappears into the greenery, leaving Luisa alone with her thoughts.

Fuck the townspeople.

Fuck Isabela.

Fuck herself too.

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Hasta El Fin de los Tiempo

part 2 (Final)

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As you saw the woman whom you had been staring at for quite some time now, give her body and dance to the man wearing glasses, you didn’t know why it had to be her in particular, but it was, so you broke. She glanced at you, and gave a tad look of concern, but you just turned away as if your whole world had fallen apart. You had checked the bathroom cubicles and found no one there, so there your knees fell to the floor, chest screaming, and soon it was you screaming. Dolores, having the supernatural, magic gift of supersonic hearing, heard your silent scream and ran to the men’s bathroom. Bruno, escaped from the party the second it started, his social anxiety was the main cause, so he hid back in the walls, however, as soon as he heard it too, he had to check on what might have happened. Dolores slightly turned the knob, and you jump startled. “Hey now, Y/N, why so blue?”, Dolores says with a frown. “O-oh it’s nothing. Nothing at all!”, you sniffle obviously, but still try to smile through it. “Tió Y/N, I know you aren’t fine, please tell me what’s going on..”, she looked at you, frowning even more so.

“It’s just that..it feels like my whole world fell apart in an instant..and the worst part is, I don’t even know why..”

You wipe your tears slowly.

“Or do you..?”

Bruno arrived and eventually chimed in teasingly.

“U-umm..well..what do you think it is, Bruns?”

“Hmm..I think you’re in love with my sister”

Bruno giggles

“W-what?! Pepa? No! She scares me..”

“If not Pepa, then we all know who it is”

He smirks at you, Dolores grabbing your hand, thrusting you away and back into the party. “Dolores?! niña, what are we doing here?!”, being even more stubborn, she completely ignores your question and throws you onto the dance floor. “Okay, now just play along with me, alright? I have a plan!”, she whispers in your ear. She checks with Camilo, and he is alright with it as well. He starts playing a particular Spanish acoustic song, the ONE song Julieta cannot back down from. Dolores tells you to act all flirty with her to make her tiá Julieta jealous. You wanted to deny the fact, but it was too late now. The song comes on, and you two are making your move on the dance floor. Everyone was stunned to see that not only were you a charm and a gentleman, but also the life of the party. The town grew to love you more and more. Your dancing skills were astounding, and so was Julieta’s reaction. She quickly let go of Agustín’s hand, not even looking back at him, and slowly but surely approached you. Dolores let go of your hand, and went onto the sidelines with Bruno, surprisingly they were BOTH cheering, but the rest were quite oblivious to what was happening, leaving Agustín utterly confused.

“Go tió Y/N!!! Get it!!!”, Dolores screams with great pride. When she called you her tió, you suddenly felt a little more at ease, and she was like your little girl already. “Gracias, Mi niña!!!” You shouted back. A hand was intertwined with yours on the dance floor, only for you to once again meet eyes with the brunette. “Hi..”, Julieta says softly. “H-hi..”, you reply more awkwardly. “May I take this dance?”, she cutely smiles at you, and you only nod. She firmly grips your hand and guides your steps as you know nothing about this special song of hers. “Wow, you’re a really good dancer!!”, the twinkle in her eyes grows brighter. “W-well thank you! You’re really good, yourself”. She once again caught you in a whirlwind and nothing could separate you then. The music stops, and she asks for your name. “Oh, I’m Y/N! And I believe you’re Julieta? You look gorgeous..”, you blush profusely. Agustín, soon figuring out that he wasn’t the one she was looking for, leaves the party without a word. Julieta felt bad for him, but you were still with her, so that nothing really mattered anymore, except you. There, a rainbow beamed over Pepa’s head, seeing how happy you made her eldest sister.

“I love you so much, Juli. Until the end of time”

“Hasta el fin de los tiempo, until the end of time”

“Wooohooo!! That’s my tió!!”, Dolores ran to hug you.

“Gracias, niña! You’re the best!!”, you smiled and returned her a tight hug.

4 years passed and you had finally married Julieta, and had 3 beautiful children together. Isabela was your eldest, considered the “perfect child” who could grow all sorts of plants and flowers, Luisa, your second, was mrs. Armstrong, and could lift heavy weights, and your youngest, sweet Mirabel, had a gift ceremony, but had no gift like theirs, however, you assured her that she was all the gift you all could ask for. Julieta knows your favorite meals, and what to cook for you when you’re feeling down. She hugs you and reminds you of how much she loves you. Squeezing your cheeks tightly to make you feel a little something, rather than numb. You love that woman, until the end of time.

#Hasta el fin de los tiempo #until the end of time #encanto julieta #julieta my beloved #julieta madrigal #julieta x reader

[foggyfanfic]

Love and Fury

Chapter Preview: “Goats love salt,” she informed him, and indeed as she pulled one goat off of him another took its place.

“Good for them, I love wearing pants,” he retorted.

“Then it would seem you and the goats are at an impasse.”

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Chapter 6 A Change of Scenery

Bruno had a certain image in the village, one he wasn’t particularly motivated to maintain, but didn’t know how to escape. People largely saw him as creepy, and the tricky part was, that image was based in fact, not rumors. After all, everybody knew about his telling the future, and a lot of people knew about his pet rats, a few even knew about his compulsive need to knock on wood when he was worried.

Nobody knew what his hobbies were. 

Sometimes Bruno wondered if it would make a difference if they did. Would it humanize him if more people knew he loved theatre and literature? In his teen years he had looked into the future to watch a couple “World Cups”, if he shared this fact with the other guys down at the cantina would they lend him a friendly ear while he recounted what he saw, maybe ask to watch a match with him?

Would people be interested to know about his love of free running? Would somebody volunteer to join him on his runs, if they were common knowledge?

Bruno resigned himself to never knowing. After all, even when people made the polite effort to chat with him, he was always so worried about saying the wrong thing that he mostly just asked them questions about themselves.

This, he decided, was why he was having such a hard time resisting Reina’s wiles. He could tell her anything becuase he didn’t have to worry about whether or not she thought he was creepy, she was the enemy.

Stonewalling her had worked well enough, but deep down he didn’t want to do that again.

He liked being able to talk to somebody, he liked that she listened to him, that she didn’t seem even a tiny bit afraid of him. Bruno looked forward to seeing her, because he didn’t have to put on airs around her, he could just be himself.

But oh well! Because she had embarrassed Pepa. And Bruno refused to like anyone that had hurt one of his sisters, he would just have to ignore her again. Somehow.

He pushed the issue to the back of his mind as he ran through the forest surrounding the village. One advantage of running alone was that he didn’t have to pick a route beforehand, he could just point himself at a bit of ground and go.

This particular Monday afternoon, he was vaguely headed towards a pool half way up one of the mountains. It was secluded enough that he didn’t feel self conscious washing off in it, which was good because it happened to be a rather warm day and Bruno had started sweating just walking through the village.

For the time being he was happy to bounce off trees and scale rocks, running up or swinging off whatever looked the most fun.

When he felt himself tiring he focused a bit more on direction and less on pulling random stunts. He took it as a challenge to find the most direct path to the pool, dense foliage be damned. 

Before long he heard the rush of the river. As part of the miracle the river water was always clean, especially this far upstream, so when he reached the bank he didn’t hesitate to drink straight from the river. Once his thirst was sated he strolled down the bank while his heartbeat settled and he caught his breath.

Bruno’s shirt was drenched with sweat, sticking to his skin unpleasantly. He double checked that there was nobody around, then took it off. He sniffed himself and wrinkled his nose. 

Yeah, he was definitely going to wash up a little. 

When he reached the little pond about halfway down the mountain he tossed his shirt into it then got down on his knees on one of the rocks to scoop it back out. He used it as a makeshift rag to wipe himself down then dunked it back under the water a few times.

Finally, he laid it on the rock beside him then turned back to the pool and began toeing off his running shoes.

“Um,” a quiet voice caused him to freeze. Slowly, Bruno looked up, towards the other side of the pool. There, nestled in among the rocks, Reina stood red faced, one arm across her chest, the other holding a dark piece of cloth still on the pool’s surface so that it hid everything under the water.

For a second, or perhaps a whole century, Bruno was frozen. He couldn’t fully comprehend what he was seeing. She wasn’t naked, indeed she was wearing a rather modestly cut white chemise, but considering the white chemise was completely soaked and thus skin tight and largely see through, she may as well have been completely nude. 

She had a half empty basket of clothes sitting on the rock behind her head, and had strung up a clothesline in the trees on her side of the river.

The first comprehensive thought Bruno had was “Oh, she must be doing laundry”, then it promptly occurred to him that she was basically naked and he was just standing there staring at her. 

“LO SIENTO! LO SIENTO!” he shouted, covering his eyes and twisting in place so his back was turned to her. His ankles tangled together and he tried to untangle them without removing his hands from his eyes. 

This was what experts generally refer to as A Mistake, and he promptly fell into the pond, a high pitched screech chasing him into the water.

He struggled under the water for a little, until he found the floor of the pond and put his feet on it. When he surfaced, spluttering and still trying to keep his eyes covered, he was greeted by the sound of Leandra sloshing over to him and asking, “Ay dios, are you ok?”

“I-I uh- w-well, no,” he peeped in between his fingers, got an eyeful of Leandra who was no longer covering up, then screwed his eyes shut, “i-if you could just hold my head under the water until I stop breathing, th-that would be greatly appreciated.”

She giggled, and Bruno felt his cheeks grow warm, “So, is that a ‘Yes, I am uninjured’ or do I need to go running into town to get your sister?”

“Oh god, please no,” he responded miserably, “I’d be perfectly happy if nobody ever found out about this. Ecstatic even.”

There was the quiet splash of water being displaced, then one of her hands landed on his shoulder, he jumped and she softly shushed him like a startled horse, “I’m just going to point you away from me so you can open your eyes.”

“O-oh, right, that’s- good idea,” he bumbled as she gently turned him around.

“Alright, you’re good,” her hands left his shoulders slowly, as if she was worried he would fall over again if she let go too suddenly.

Slowly, Bruno took his hand off his face, he peeked one eye open, then when he found only trees and his own shirt floating in the water in front of him he opened the other. He watched his shirt as it bobbed in the lingering ripples caused by his fall, and wondered if there was any coming back from this.

Maybe now would be a good time to ask what her name was, it’s not like he could make this any more embarrassing than it already was.

“Bruno,” her voice was soft, he gulped as goosebumps erupted all over his arms, “are you sure you’re ok? You didn’t twist an ankle or hit your head, did you?”

“No, no, I’m fine, I- um I’ll just- I should… bye,” he hurriedly scrambled out of the water onto a rock, then almost tripped over her laundry basket. He was on the wrong side of the river. He said as much, turned around, caught the barest glimpse of her, then immediately turned back around as he shouted, “Nope!”

He stood, not even daring to breathe. He had left his shirt in the water and had lost a shoe.

“Um, I’m not a doctor, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to hold your breath that long,” she pointed out behind him. He exhaled in a long whoosh, then gasped for air.

“I am… soooo sorry about this,” he said, without turning around.

“Yeah uh,  you can make it up to me later, I’m not entirely convinced you don’t have some sort of head injury,” there was a little bit of teasing in her voice, but not enough to cover her genuine concern, “look, you need to dry off anyways, how about you stay put for a little. Just until I’m sure you won’t pass out on the way home.”

“Th-that’s really not-, I’m fine, really,” he took a step and his foot landed in her laundry basket, he immediately pulled it out and tried to place it behind him, but there wasn’t enough rock there and he ended up falling back into the water.

This time, Bruno figured he wouldn’t come up, he would just lie there, at the bottom of the pond until he ran out of air and sweet oblivion rescued him from this entire situation. Unfortunately Reina, evil fiend that she is, had other ideas and she pulled him out of the water almost immediately.

Her arms were strung around his middle and his back was to her chest, he tried very hard not to notice anything to do with her body against his. Honestly, it wasn’t so hard to ignore her near nudity when he was so wrapped up in his embarrassment.

“Put me back,” he told her, limp as a rag doll in her arms.

“What?”

“Let me drown.”

“Seriously Bruno, are you sure you’re not concussed?”

“No, I’m just like this,” he sighed, “por favor, put me out of my misery.”

“Oh hush, it’s not that bad, nobody saw all this but you and me,” she gently prodded him until he was standing on his own two feet, this time she didn’t take her hands away, she just kept them on his shoulders. He wanted to be offended by her lack of faith in his balance, but he had to admit she had a point.

He had lost his other shoe and it floated away from him as he debated the merits of drowning himself.

“This moment will haunt me for the rest of my life,” he climbed back up onto the rock, then realized that he could have asked her to point him towards the correct side of the river. Rather than standing to his feet he stretched out on the rock, on his stomach, head in the crook of his arm and tried not to scream.

“Don’t lift your head, I’m going to check you for bumps,” she told him, then he heard the water splash onto the rock while she followed him up. She put a hand on his shoulder, once again treating him like an easily startled horse, then her fingers delved into his hair. 

Probably the worst part about all of this was how much he was enjoying it. Well, “enjoying it” was the wrong phrase. He did not enjoy making a fool of himself, or repeatedly falling into ponds. 

He was, however, a young man, and she was, unfortunately, one of the most beautiful women he knew. The most beautiful woman he knew, that wasn’t related to him, in fact. And they were both in states of undress, and she was touching him a lot, and her fingers felt so incredibly good as she gently massaged his scalp, and her voice was so soft and low as she asked, “Does this hurt?”

“No,” he squeaked, then cleared his throat and said in a deeper voice, “no.”

She hummed and instructed him to lift his head a little so she could check what his arm had been covering. Bruno swallowed a moan when she briefly massaged his temples.

When she gave him the all clear he dropped his head back into his elbow and debated how he was going to get out of here without her noticing the increasingly obvious effect she had on him. Meanwhile, he heard her slip back into the water.

With his eyes closed like this, there was nothing to distract him from the recent, and very vivid, memory of her standing in front of him as he peeked at her from between his fingers. The sweet pout of concern, the point of her nipples under her chemise, the curve of her hips as they disappeared into the water. This moment would haunt him alright, the embarrassment would haunt him during the day, and she would haunt him during the night.

Not to mention whenever he took a shower.

“Don’t lift your head,” she called.

He held up a single thumb, not trusting himself to answer. If he had felt up to speaking he would have informed her that he had every intention to lie there until the Earth kindly swallowed him whole.

There was the slap of wet feet on rock, then the rustle of grass being tread under foot. She hummed a few bars of a random melody, then returned to the water, letting him know it was safe to peek.

Bruno glanced at the clothesline and saw his shirt hanging from it, “Y-you didn’t have to do that.”

“Nonsense, that thing smelled, hand me your pants and I’ll do those next,” he felt a couple of tugs at the ankle of his pant legs and made a choked noise that drew a giggle from her, “or, you could hand me something out of my basket.”

Bruno pushed himself into a sitting position, being careful to keep one leg bent to hide his erection, not that she would be able to see it with his back turned to her. He grabbed a blouse from her basket and thrust it straight back. Leandra took it and began humming again.

“So uh, do you not have a wash basin at home?” Also, where were her clothes?!

She snorted, “I do, but it sprung a leak. And I couldn’t put off doing laundry any longer since, well, this chemise is the only clean thing I have left. Besides, I didn’t think anyone else knew about this pond, other than me and Papa, I mean. We’re the only ones who even live on this mountain and it isn’t easy to get here without crossing through our land.” 

Bruno grimaced at the implicit question, “I-I like coming here when my runs um, when I need someplace to, y’know, clean off after a run.” 

“I didn’t know you ran,” she handed him the blouse, “could you hang this up, please. Is there a running trail around here I don’t know about?”

He took the blouse, glanced down at his lap, and grimaced. He couldn’t exactly say no without her growing suspicious, so he stood and hoped she wouldn’t notice he was walking funny, “Uh, no. No I just um, I like when there are obstacles.”

“Really?” he dared to glance over his shoulder and saw she had her arms on the rock and her cheek resting on her hand, the rest of her body hidden from view, “Wow, I never took you for the athletic type. Did you run all the way up here?”

He gulped and struggled to come up with a response. She took his silence in stride and reached for her basket, pulling out a pair of bloomers and turning back to her chore. With her back turned Bruno hobbled back to the rock and sat back down. 

They sat in mostly silence as Leandra finished her laundry, only speaking when she asked him to hang something up for her. Eventually, her clothes were clean so she asked him to stand watch while she changed into some freshly dried clothes off the clothesline. 

He took deep breaths and tried desperately not to think about her being naked a couple feet behind him. He had only just gotten his erection under control, he didn’t need it coming back.

“Alright, I’m dressed,” she said, as she walked past him with the dripping chemise.

She wrung out the soaked linen over the pond, then hung it up with the rest of the clothes that were still a bit damp. Bruno helped her fold up the dry clothes and put them in her basket then pulled his shirt off the line and slipped it on.

She faked a pout, “Aw, I was enjoying the view.”

“View, what v- me? I’m-? No, no, I’m not a view,” he felt his cheeks grow warm.

“Sure you are,” she shrugged, then picked up her basket, “I’ll come back for the rest later, they should be dry after an hour or two. Come on, we got a bridge on our land, unless you want to jump back into the pond.”

“I’m good,” he grumbled, falling into step beside her. His shoes, which she had kindly retrieved for him, squelched a bit as he walked.

Leandra bit her lip and resisted the urge to tease him a bit more, the poor man had suffered enough, for now. Instead she said, “You know, if you want a girlfriend you should really stop hiding the goods under your ruana.”

Ok, so she was still going to tease him, but in a complimentary way this time.

“B-believe it or not, I’m not trying to get a girlfriend,” Bruno snipped at her, wishing he had his ruana right now so he could hide his face in his hood.

“Boyfriend then, no judgment here. Either way, I had no idea you had such a great body,” she barreled on, “if you dressed a little sluttier-.”

“I’m not-! I don’t-, d-dating is not my… best skill,” he told her, “it’s just better for everyone if I don’t bother.”

“I beg to differ, guapo,” she bumped her hip against his, “you might be a bit awkward, sure, but you’re devoted, kind, and apparently, completely gorgeous. Any girl, or guy, that catches your eye will be real lucky.”

Bruno bit the inside of his lip and tried really, really hard to not be flattered by her words. She had embarrassed Pepa, he reminded himself, Reina was the enemy. And she was probably just trying to butter him up anyways.

Leandra watched him fight a smile and grinned. Bruno was in dire need of a confidence boost, especially today.

“Are you going to apologize to Pepa?” he asked, almost desperately.

“Are you going to apologize to women everywhere for wearing a shirt?” she retorted, both for the sake of spite and her new mission to improve his self-worth.

Bruno sputtered for a second, then frowned at her, “Stop that.”

“Stop what? Pointing out how sexy you are?”

“I’m not-. Si!”

She giggled, eyes sparkling with mischief, “I don’t know, Bruno, I feel like you don’t realize what a catch you are. Which means it is my duty to inform you.”

“It is not.”

“Well, somebody has to do it,” she sighed dramatically, “and woe, it is such a tough job, but I promise you, from this day forward I shall not quit until you accept that you’re hot shit.”

Bruno briefly wondered if it was possible for his cheeks to spontaneously burst into flame, “That’s- you really don’t have to- please don’t.”

She laughed, bumping her hip against his again, “I’ll show mercy, for now, but rest assured guapo, you’re this village's hottest bachelor.”

“I-I’m pretty sure people have to actually want to date you for that to be true,” he pointed out, “so um, th-the actual hottest bachelor is probably Felix.”

Leandra did the sideways nod that was the universal sign for “You have a point” but then shrugged it off, “Still, I bet if more people got to know you, like actually know you, you’d give Felix a run for his money.”

Bruno didn’t say anything, too busy chanting “She is the enemy!” in his head as a smile fought its way across his face.

She let the matter drop as they passed a post marking the edge of her land. He followed her through the fenced in meadow, currently filled with goats and Sombra, Leche’s daughter and replacement. Sitting high on the hill overlooking the meadow, Leandra could see her Dad running training exercises with Lobo, his new herding dog. 

“How many dogs do you have?”

“Just the three,” she weaved around a young goat who had come to investigate them, “No, no treats, sorry. Leche is a guard dog, but he’s getting kind of up there, so Sombra is taking over. Lobo is a herding dog, to help get the goats from one field to another.”

Bruno nodded, he only vaguely understood farming and husbandry. Mostly, he knew what effects various weather patterns and insects would have on crop wield since his biggest job as the town seer was keeping track of those things. But it made sense that they would have a different dog for herding and guarding.

He froze as a goat butted its way in between him and Leandra, sniffing at his pants pocket.

Bruno, being the superstitious guy that he was, never left the house without at least one pocket full of salt. Today included. Salt of course, dissolves in water, and now he had a large salt stain on his leg that the goat seemed to find very interesting.

He tried to dodge the goat, but there was another right behind him. The first goat got its mouth on his pants and began chewing at the salt stain.

“Um,” he called to Leandra, who hadn’t noticed him being assaulted, “I-I’m being eaten.”

She turned, looking startled, then laughed when she saw the goat chewing on his trousers, “Si, it seems you are.”

“Is… is there anything you can do about this?”

“I can try, what was in that pocket?” she waded through the growing crowd of goats.

“Salt.”

She sucked a breath in through her teeth, “Right, and uh, how attached to these pants are you?”

She handed him the laundry basket and he balanced it on his shoulder while she wrapped her hands around the goat trying to eat his clothing.

“Well, I’m in them so that’s… you know, I-I would say I’m pretty attached.”

“Goats love salt,” she informed him, and indeed as she pulled one goat off of him another took its place.

“Good for them, I love wearing pants,” he retorted.

“Then it would seem you and the goats are at an impasse.”

“Reina!”

“Guapo!”

He huffed at her, as she tried her best to contain her laughter, she was not doing a very good job, “You’re just having a really bad day, aren’t you?”

“Well, I’m glad you noticed, feel free to start helping anytime,” he rolled his eyes, then yelped when a goat started nosing at his crotch. Leandra lunged forward and pulled the goat away from him, then smoothly inserted herself as a human shield between the hungry goats and his most sensitive body parts. This involved putting one of her legs in between his, which was not particularly ideal, but it was a lot less distressing than having a goat nipping at his inseam.

“I’ll call my Papa down, he and Lobo can herd the goats away,” she said, and raised a hand to her mouth to yell for her father.

“No wait,” he hissed, catching her wrist, “I-. We-. I-I don’t think your father w-would be all that happy about our current um, position.”

“What? You mean the fact that you’re basically straddling me?” she asked, “He’ll understand once we explain.”

“That’s worse,” Bruno groaned, “You know what, just let the goats eat me, when my familia asks what happened to me, please make something up. Tell them I died with at least a shred of dignity.”

Leandra bit her lip to keep from laughing and instead gave him a short one armed hug and a pat on the back, “Please stop asking for death, it would be a shame to see such a pretty face go. Now. Goats. Alright… alright, no witnesses, huh?”

“Por favor,” he nodded, allowing himself the comfort of leaning into the brief hug, as a treat. 

She took the basket from him. Leandra balanced the basket on the goat that was currently chewing on Bruno’s pants and rifled around in it until she pulled out a pair of her father’s trousers. She held them up to him with a shrug. Bruno stared at them, then looked down at the goats, and closed his eyes, sighing deeply.

“I am not having a good day,” he agreed with her earlier assessment.

“Be quick, I’ll keep watch,” she said,  fixing her eyes on her father who was thankfully still focusing on practicing with Lobo.

He took another deep breath then, quickly as he could, stripped off his pants. The goat chewing on his pocket immediately took the pants and tried running away, but found itself forced to share its prize with other goats. In the meantime, Bruno slipped the new trousers on over his slightly damp shorts. 

They were roughly five sizes too big but he wasn’t about to complain, holding them up with one hand he hurried out of the herd of goats, Leandra at his heels.

“Come to the house real quick, I’ll lend you a belt,” she directed him to the nearest gate out of the meadow. Circumventing it instead of cutting through took a lot more time, but it was time well spent in Bruno’s opinion. 

The house was surrounded by a herb and vegetable garden, which was in turn surrounded by a wall to protect her plants from goats and wildlife alike. Leche greeted both of them at the door and sat with his head in Bruno’s lap while they waited in the dining room for Leandra to return with the promised belt.

“So, do you have any pets?” she asked, when she emerged, belt in hand.

“I have four rats,” Bruno took the belt and got to work securing the pants on his hips, “Two males, two females. I uh, do my best to keep them separated, because, well, you know.”

Leandra nodded, “You’ll have to introduce me some time, I mean, you’ve met Leche and you’ve been to third base with the goats. Only seems fair.”

“Please don’t go to third base with my rats,” Bruno said, rolling the pant legs up to his ankles.

Leandra broke out laughing, and he was almost startled by the sound, he hadn’t expected her to find his joke funny, “I’ll try not to.”

“Gracias,” he stood and moved around experimentally, when he was convinced the trousers would stay in place without his interference he nodded at her and she led the way out the back door.

“The goats will probably suck all the salt out of your pants before they do any real damage. Hopefully,” she told him, “I’ll go back and see if I can rescue them before Pá finds them.”

“Will he notice these are gone?” he held the back gate open for her and gestured at his lower half.

“Nah,” she waved the concern away, “especially if you get them back to me tomorrow.”

“I-I will,” he promised.

“Good, and hopefully I can give you yours back. It’ll be like a gift exchange, but with pants.”

“Oh goodie,” he said, dryly.

When they reached the bridge Bruno realized he knew exactly where to go, as the path they were on was the only path back to town. He told her as much and she nodded, but caught his wrist before he could walk away.

She began counting things off on her fingers, “Handsome, funny, loyal, kind, and smart.”

“What?”

Leandra shrugged and grinned at him, “All the reasons you’re a good catch. Because you’re-.”

“Are you going to apologize to Pepa?” Bruno cut her off, voice strained. He wished that she would say yes, but knew that even if she did, he couldn’t bring himself to befriend somebody that had hurt his family.

“No,” she said, quietly.

He gulped and nodded, “Then I guess I-, we’ll just have to-. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you then.”

Reluctantly, he turned away from her and started down the path back to the village. He fought the urge to glance back over his shoulder, cursing himself for even wanting to catch a last look at her.

Drew that way back when I wrote this chapter like a year ago, I have a bunch of doodles on my computer from before I'd figured out how I wanted Bruno and Leandra to look. I might post the others if I feel like it.

#bruno magridal #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #Bruno Madrigal Fanfic #bruno encanto #love and fury #Encanto

[joestarwhore]

Risotto Nero - A Price to Pay

{Being the only girl in the Bucci Gang has its perks. Your familia loved you, & were fiercely protective- but what’re they supposed to do when another Capo decides to have you to himself? He’s gotta have you.}

{one way or another.}

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“Bucciarati were almost to Napoli, should I head straight for the city or the safe house?”

Fugo’s sharp voice woke you from your nap. You & the team have been traveling for days tracking three stand users who’ve been smuggling contraband out of Passioné’s grasp. So far, the trail has led to Napoli- and to make it worse, no one knows what they look like. But luckily, you had the name of the man in charge of the operation.

“Go to the safe house. They’re not going to move anything in broad daylight, & we haven’t been able to stop for an actual break.” Bruno circled the location on Fugo’s map. “We can spare a few hours.”

You looked to your right to see Mista asleep against the window, drool slowly coming out of his mouth. You would’ve laughed if you had any right to, with the glimpse of yourself you caught in the rear view you were surprised no one woke you up with a camera flash.

You stretched your neck side to side, your movements slowly bringing your body back to life. You could hear Giorno, Abbachio, and Narancia gently start stirring to life as Bruno continued to talk about the location, not being able to keep in their loud ass yawns. Well, honestly, that was only Narancia’s problem.

Bruno swiveled the seat to face the back, his perfect black bob not moving an inch while he does it. “Now that we’re in Napoli, it’s time to be debriefed about our current situation. Would one of you please wake Mista?”

Abbachio wasted no time to slap Mista in the back of the head, causing Mista to lurch forward with a yelp. His hand immediately went to the back of his head as he whipped around towards Abbachio. “What the hell, you dumbass!! What was that for??”

“For debriefing you idiot, pay attention.”

You giggled, resulting in a hearty “Shut up!” from Mista. After Bruno’s scolding, he started to explain the facts.

“The intelligence we received stated that the man controlling the contraband operation is a Capo. His name is Risotto Nero, the leader of La Squandra. He’s been known to defy the Familia before, so it’d make sense that he would be the one running this show.”

Bruno’s face slowly grimmed as he continued, pausing after he spoke. “While he is a traitor to the Familia, he is also one of the most powerful Capo’s in the organization. Not just because of his title, but because of his stand.”

The tension grew substantially.

“What’s his stand, Boss? Does anyone have an idea?” Narancias question rung in the air like a bell.

“No. Because no ones lived to tell about it.”

The chill that ran down your spine was unnerving. No one knows what his stand is?? No one has even the slightest idea?? How can that be?

“Boss, how’re we supposed to find this cazzo when all we have to go on is a name?” you ask, “How’re we supposed to defend ourselves against a stand that no one has ever beat?”

“By keeping your stand close. Giorno’s Golden Wind can sense life, and Narancia can track anything that breathes. Abbachio’s Moody Jazz could very well be our ace in the hole, if we can simply find where he’s been- but that’s hard to do when you’re following a ghost.”

God, that wasn’t reassuring.

Soon, Fugo’s road rage landed you at the safe house, a 3 story cabin in the middle of the woods. Mista’s excitement blossomed as soon as he saw the giant flatscreen through the window, everyone else’s did when they finally got to leave the stuffy ass van.

Abbachio helped you out of the car, letting you hang on to his arm until you’ve cracked all the bones you needed to feel relief. “Thank you Abba, I’ve been needing to do that for a while now!”

Abbachio threw you a smirk. “Yeah yeah don’t get gross on me.” He could throw up any facade he wants- you see right through his badass tough guy wall. You gave him a grin back, & grabbed your duffel bag out from under your seat. You looked back to see that the other boys had already made it inside, Bruno & Giorno already setting up the radio & laptops to start working.

Bruno def wasn’t playing around when he was looking for a place to buy. This was the nicest cabin you had ever seen, pure dark wood walls with marble flooring, a grand staircase with a BEAUTIFUL bay window?? Capo DEFINITELY had perks.

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[3:33 AM]

You bolted awake as thunder and lightning surrounded your bedroom. Your mind frantic as the open curtains revealed howling winds and light flashing through the skies.

You took some deep breaths and calmed yourself down. It’s only a storm, nothing to- why was your door open?

Adrenaline started to churn in your stomach as you swung your legs over your bed. You stepped carefully towards the hallway, peeking down to see that everyone else’s doors were open too. You tip toed down, peering into Bruno & Abbachio’s rooms, seeing them both empty; and upon further inspection, so were Giorno’s and Mista’s. Narancia and Fugo’s following suit.

Where the fuck is everyone, and why are you not with them?

You back tracked down the hall, your legs shaking as you slowly walked down the stairs.

Were you being attacked?

The lightning lit your path down the stairs as you kept your eyes peeled for anything out of place. As you came down to the first platform, the stench of blood overwhelmed your senses, making your eyes grown wide and your hand go over your mouth and nose. This cannot be real, why is blood in the air??

“You know when I first saw you, I thought you were an angel among the saints & sinners of Napoli.”

Your hand gripped the banister as you stood in defense, looking everywhere for the source of the deep voice. Who was that?? Where the fuck is your team??

“& Then I saw Ghiaccio getting in a fight with another Mafioso. I thought it was just one of Bucciaratis boys, but oh was i so close yet so wrong.”

You slowly made your way down stairs, “I guess your a big fan of mine then, quite a shame I can’t see where you are for such occasion.”

A deep chuckle resonated through the estate. “Our life together will be wonderful, I am very sure.”

“The fuck are you-“

Your stomach dropped.

The blood. The gashes. The gore.

All of the boys were hanging by their hands, bloody chains protruding from their wrists and connecting them to the ceiling. Blood oozed from Fugos mouth, while Narancias unconscious form clearly had a broken nose and extreme loss of blood. They all were simply.. hanging by a thread.

“Jesus fucking Christ.. you’re fuc-fucking kidding..”

Invisible hands hold onto your sides as your body freezes in shock, the pressure and heat of them telling you they were quite large. Your heart beater out of your chest as you felt a muscular set of abs press against your back, those hands weaving over your chest to hold down your arms.

“Do you see, Amore? Do you see how powerful I am compared to them?” Your eyes tore away from the bloodied boys, closing them as tightly as you could. “When I saw how powerful you were and how you carried yourself, I knew we were soul mates. I had to have you. I had to have your body, your mind,” His hand rubbed gently against your clothes crotch, shooting heated adrenaline to your core, “& your pretty little cunt just full of my kids.”

Your cheeks turned violently red as you staggered to breathe. “Who..are you..”

Lips pressed against your temple as a deep chuckle vibrated your body. “Darling, I’m the whole reason you’re out here.”

Your heart froze.

“Risotto?? It’s you?!”

Suddenly two black clothed muscular arms appeared around you, one of them tilting your chin back to reveal two black and red eyes staring straight at you. “Surprised, Cara?”

You started to panic, the danger of your situation settling in. Bruno, Giorno, all of the boys, were out of action. There was no help for you, and you couldn’t summon your stand like this. Was this simply the end? Was he just saving you for last for his sick fantasy??

“Please.. what do you even want from me??”

Risotto put your hands behind your back and tied them together. “What I’ve wanted since I saw you; a life. With just you & me.” He placed you on a chair, kneeling before you with his hands tracing you and your skin. Your breath hitched as he ran over certain spots, his eyes growing darker and darker the more you react. You had to do something, you couldn’t let your family be killed over someone’s obsession over you.

“I’m going with you whether I like it or not, right?”

Risotto chuckled a humorless laugh. “A smart one! Oh i like that, I like that. Maybe our kids will get that trait.”

Dread sunk in your stomach. There’s no escape, is there?

“If I go with you, willingly with no struggle- will you allow me to use my stand on them so they atleast don’t die of their injuries?”

Risotto stared at you, looking for any sign of betrayal, but he wasn’t gonna find anything. You knew there wasn’t a way out, and you knew you didn’t stand a chance in hell against him. Atleast if you can save the boys, there wouldn’t be any death.

“Fine. But one slip up, Amore, and I’ll make your condition worse than theirs.”

Risotto unbinded your arms, helping you stand up and get your balance again. You walked towards the boys until you were a few meters away from them. You could sense their shallow breathing from your powers, you knew if you were gonna do this you had to act fast.

“Iron Maiden.”

A steam punk victorian girl emerged behind you, wielding a glowing white scythe, its jet black hair flowing behind her.

“Scythes Blessing.”

Iron Maiden hovered to the front of you, your scythe glowing bright white as it swung a mass of energy towards them all. Their wounds mended together, the blood returning to their bodies. After the act was done, the boys passed out on the floor, surely to wake up in a few hours.

“Now, we start our life, my sweet angel.”

Tears silently went down your cheeks as you turned to the beautiful, evil man. His eyes showed a softness towards you as he extended his giant hand. Your dainty one took his, holding it as he led you to the door.

“Where are you taking me?”

Risotto swung open the huge doors to reveal the storm still actively raging, his matte black sports car in the circle drive. “Home, cara. Our home.”

You hurried to get in his front seat, Risotto closing your door and going to the drivers door. He got in, revving the car to life and pulled the car out of the drive way. Risotto placed his hand on your thigh as he took you away from the estate. Your heart hurt for your boys, but this was for the best, right? Atleast this way they’re safe. They’re safe.

“Say your goodbyes Cara. Your life starts over with me.”

“Only me.”

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