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gamerbearmira · 3 months

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You know how Spider! Mirabel is all happy and hunky dory like 1610 Miles is? Happy, naive, trusting, etc. But Miles prowler variant isn't? Depressed, tired, cold, not a villain but not a hero either, etc.

I introduce to you, Venom! Mirabel: (sad angst ahead)

So, let's just say Venom! Mirabel got her symbiote when she was only eleven. Julieta worked for Alchemax and therefore could bring Mirabel whenever she wanted to if she couldn't find a babysitter.

A symbiote was being tested on and researched over most of the times little Mirabel was just around. One day a fire caused most of the Alchemax to explode, the symbiote got out, and out of an act of kindness, it protected her from being burned.

A little thought I had was that the symbiote liked Julieta, she was gentler with it and talked to it kindlier than the other scientists did. Sometimes the symbiote was able to see a few glimpses of Mirabel and once, was able to see her up close behind glass.

Alma, Pepa, Felix, Agustin, worked there to. Just in different districts. Her daughters decided to follow in her footsteps and therefore met Agustin and Felix there.

So, before the building could fully engulf in flames, the symbiote broke out of glass and protected her from the fire. The five adult madrigals, however, didn't make it.

Mirabel was found in rubble by some firefighters and taken back home. Bruno was surely devastated, as well as the other grandchildren. Antonio was only three months old when it happened, so he didn't really have that much time to bond with his parents, tios, or abuela.

Bruno, who was thankfully left with Alma's inheritance, was able to care for the grandchildren the best he could.

Even though they were fairly high class in wealth, Alma always thought it would be best for her children to live in middle class neighborhoods. She thought that because she came from a typically rich family, and she couldn't stand how uptight and entitled everyone was.

She met Pedro in a simple diner in a Brooklyn neighborhood she was told to never go to. The rest is already known, except Pedro died from a home invasion.

Even through that trauma, she still preferred to live in a simple neighborhood. The people there weren't fake, mean, but at least they were truthful. No one had an image to uphold or someone to impress, they were just people trying to earn a living. (Plus, she wanted the triplets to live next to Pedro's parents)

Her parents cut her off but thankfully she was already working as a scientist at Alchemax. She wanted her children to learn the value of just living life, not valuing money, so she raised them how a typical middle-class mom would (or at least tried to)

So, Bruno and the grandkids live in a big apartment in Brooklyn. The older girls are in college, Mirabel and Camilo go to Brooklyn Visions Academy, and Antonio goes to a good kindergarten school.

Mirabel and Camilo were friends with Miles 42 since second/third grade, thankfully they ended up in the same prestige school so they could stick together.

When Miles 42's dad died, they were able to bond on grief and become a little closer as friends. But that didn't mean they were happy, not at all.

Mirabel still misses her parents and other family members every day and cries herself to sleep most nights. The only people that know of the symbiote attached to Mira are Miles 42 and Uncle Aaron.

She saw them going around places and stealing medicine, and she wanted to help. She instantly figured out it was them; she could recognize Miles' braids and Aaron's behavior easily.

Go here: Unused Spider Verse Test Footage: Prowler "Wiles" Morales - YouTube so you can know what I'm talking about.

She offered to help or more like "I'm helping you and you can't say no to me"

She introduced her symbiote buddy to them, it freaked them out, they got over it, and now she helps with missions when she can.

She often calls Uncle Aaron "Tio Aaron" and Rio "Mama Rio". Same for the other grandkids. And when you think about it, Rio and Aaron are the only parental figures they have in their life. Bruno is their third figure, but he's still at a loving uncle distance.

She's a year older than Miles here (like how Spider! Mirabel is with 1610 miles), so she calls him "Hermanito" a lot, much to his distaste. She's also a few inches taller than him so she uses his shoulders as an arm rest often. Sibling tings.

I feel like Mirabel has more of an alt aesthetic, just to match 42 Miles a little bit. Blacks, Blues, and whites are usually her color scheme.

So, let's just say Spider! Mirabel, Spider! Antonio, and 1610! Miles end up in Earth 42. They were all being chased by a bunch of spider people (fighting for they life), told they were nothing but anomalies, far from home, and ended up in a foreign world.

All three of them were tired and exhausted (physically and emotionally) by the time they got to Miles' "home". Mirabel and Antonio stayed on top of the roof to keep an eye out for Miguel or anyone who looked like a problem.

Mirabel got knocked tf out by her variant and Antonio...boy just passed out from exhaustion and shock. Miles gets knocked tf out too and all of them get tied up to a punching bag. Both Mira and Miles staring their variants in the eye.

Other V! Mira facts

V!Mirabel has eyebags, always low lid eyes, some scars along her face and body, and lighter brown eyes.

She's a heavy eater, more so than Camilo, because she is literally eating for herself AND an alien.

Has the weirdest food combination, because again, there's an alien attached to her with the weirdest food cravings.

Loves to code and make a few gadgets here and there.

Instead of the accordion, she likes to play with an APC and make beats from time to time.

BVA's top student, as well as Miles and Milo.

She still embroiders and sings, but she boxes too. Miles is usually her boxing buddy.

Mira stopped doing ballet at eleven, she just lost motivation after most of her family died. She continues to do gymnastics but only to make her fight better in combat.

She is a smart a$$ if you've ever seen one, give her the chance and she will get smart with you. Dolores had to hit her with a wooden spoon once or twice to make her tone it down. (And trust me, Dolores keeps that spoon locked and loaded just in case anyone wants to get smart, as well as a chancla).

Makes sweaters and some baked deserts for Rio, Aaron, and Miles. It's her way of showing affection because, unlike spider! Mira, she doesn't like being touched that much.

Likes teaching Antonio how to code and make some tiny robots here and there.

The symbiotes name is Mariposa, name given by Mirabel of course.

Whenever Rio gives attention to anyone other than her or Miles, she gets a little jealous.

But she is MAJORLY jealous of spider! Mirabel having her whole family intact and happy. So, she has a little resentment toward her. Can you blame her?

Very observant of everything, even small details. That's how she easily noticed who Aaron and Miles were when they were flying across the sky. And in her eyes, they weren't hiding their identities very well to begin with.

Rio, Bruno, and the other grandkids think something romantic is going on between her and 42 miles and they are just like..."no". But they do find it funny.

Mira does NOT eat people, if Mariposa is that hungry Mariposa will just remove itself from Mirabel and go after whoever was a threat at the moment. Then it will become with Mira again, but under no circumstances will it eat someone while fused with Mirabel. The creature already knows the girl is traumatized it doesn't want to traumatize her more.

Also, if Mirabel smells anything related to fire smoke, she'll get extremely nervous. If there's a fire nearby, she'll try to help get people out but she's gonna be having flashbacks of what happened to her all through it.

afterwards she's just gonna break down crying. Oh yeah, she hates crying, so when she's doing it, she tries her best to stop.

That's all I got, but more spider stuff coming soon.

WOWOOWOWOW SO COOL!! I do remember some Venom lore. Not a lot, gotta brush up tbh but I son’s really invest in it too much 💀💀 ANYWAYYYY. VERY SAD. But at least Bruno stepped up because. It must’ve have been hard on all of them, but especially Bruno. Bro lost his whole family and the. Had to step up to raise some kids. One of them mfs got a symbiotic, which is. CRAZY 🦜

Passing out from exhaustion is so real. Common Antonio W

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #Encanto Bruno #spider verse #venom au #spiderwoman au

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im-just-a-br0adway-baby · 7 months

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Encantober 2023 Day 1: Sunset

The Madrigals just finished dinner and headed to the living room after cleaning up. The family continued talking and laughing with each other until Mirabel decided to go outside. After ten minutes, Bruno noticed Mirabel was missing and went to go look for her. He found her in the backyard and decided to sit with her.

“Is there something going on?” he asked as he sat next to his youngest niece.

Mirabel scooted closer to her uncle. “I’ve been thinking quite a lot lately, about Casita and being the new guardian of the candle and whatnot, what if I’m not ready for it?”

There was a silence before Bruno could respond. That one question had so much to unpack that Bruno had no idea how to respond at first. He knew that Mirabel has had serious self esteem issues since she was five, so this was not the most abnormal question to come from her. At the same time, he also has seen all the changes she has gone through from the sidelines in the last decade; he would not have thought she would still be doubting herself this much.

“Why would you think you’re not ready for it?”

“Because, I’ve seen how hard it has been on Abuela recently. She has spent the last fifty years of her life giving so much to the Encanto that it seems like she’s starting to burn out. I get that she’s getting older, but once she dies, it will be my turn to guard the candle. How am I going to handle it?”

The uncle and niece took a glance at the sunset as Mirabel shed a tear. Bruno has seen his mother go through everything the last fifty years when she guarded the candle and ran the Encanto. Since the day of his and his sisters’ gift ceremony, the stresses of running the Encanto, along with the trauma of losing their father, have gotten to her so much that it was bleeding onto the rest of the family.

“Mirabel, I’ve seen so much that has happened in this family since your gift ceremony. One of those things was when you saved the miracle. Nobody in this family would be where they are right now if it weren’t for your determination. Look at how much happier everyone is now that the miracle is saved. None of this would have happened if it weren’t for you.”

Mirabel looked at the sunset again and wiped a tear. Bruno put an arm on her shoulder, and she felt another hand on her other shoulder. She noticed Bruno only had one hand on her, so she looked on her other side and saw Alma sitting beside her with her hand on her other shoulder. Even though there were two different hands on her shoulders, Mirabel oddly felt like lots of weight was taken off her shoulders.

“There’s no need for you to feel scared, Mira. As long as I’m still here, I will be here to guide you,” Alma said as Mirabel moved closer towards her. “I will teach you everything I know about being the guardian of our miracle and our Encanto as long as I’m still alive.”

Mirabel moved between her grandmother and her uncle and put her arms around both of them in an embrace. “You really think I have the potential to lead the family and the miracle?”

“I don’t think, Mirabel; I know. When I first met your abuelo Pedro, I noticed so much determination and perseverance in him that I never saw in anyone else. I also noticed a lot of self esteem issues in him that I also saw in you for all these years. He asked many of the questions I expected from him when we first got married. ‘Will I be able to support my family enough?’ ‘Am I going to be a good father?’ All of these questions that made him doubt himself and who he was going to be. I was the one who assured him that our future would be bright, when we build it together; and I was going to be there helping him be the best he could be.

“When he died, that was when I became lost. I became a single mother of triplets and the guardian of an entire village overnight. That was when I thought I wasn’t going to be able to handle it. But that was when Casita helped me. Casita guided me through the process and it was difficult. I still thought I failed the family. But since you saved the miracle, look at what has happened since. You have single handedly helped me become a better matriarch for this family, saved this home, and saved the miracle all in one night! That is something you should be more than proud of.”

The trio looked at the sunset once more to see the bright pinks and oranges setting down on them as they spoke. They did not want that moment to end just because of how beautiful the sunset looked that night. Mirabel wanted to say something at first, but she did not want to interrupt the silence that was bringing them together again. Three wanderers wondering where their journey would lead to next, now brought together by the sunset that will soon fade in the matter of hours.

“You know, Abuela, that talk made me feel a little bit better. I was scared I would be lost without you. But now that I would also have Casita helping me along with you, I feel a little bit more confident about guarding the miracle. Besides, since I did save the miracle, with some help from Bruno, that alone was enough to help me.”

“And remember; even after I’m gone, Casita will live forever. Casita will always be here to help you throughout the process.”

Mirabel, Alma, and Bruno continued to look at the sun as it turned from pink and orange to darker blues, and moved closer to each other to hug. This was the closest they have been for the longest time; they do not even remember the last time they talked with each other alone besides when Mirabel saved the miracle. They stayed in the backyard together to watch the sunset for another hour until Julieta came outside to see her mother, brother, and daughter sitting together in Casita’s backyard.

“Mirabel, it’s getting late. You should be getting ready for bed,” she said, leaning by the back door.

Mirabel heard her mother call her and she, Bruno, and Alma got up to go back in the house and get ready for bed. Once they got back inside, Mirabel ran up to Bruno and Alma as they went upstairs.

“Abuela, Tio Bruno, I just want to say, thank you for making me feel better. I think I’m going to do a great job being the next guardian.”

Alma and Bruno smiled at each other as they went back upstairs. Mirabel looked outside her room to see the sunset turned to nightfall and smiled at the moon. She giggled to herself before heading to bed.

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I don't know about you, but I fear the day that we have a canon sexuality for Bruno because whatever it is, some people will be angry.

I see a lot of people with OCs that are ladies, so I suspect that they want Bruno to like girls. Then you have people who watch him and read his story as the gay uncle whose name the family don't speak, so, achillean. And I think the option of aro and/or ace is popular too? And right now everyone is having a great time with their headcanons, everything is valid.

But Jared Bush doesn't want to answer anything about this topic. He is doing that with the things they want to explore in the future. And yeah, I can imagine the grandkids asking why he is single. They'll make a canon story about that. And some people will be disappointed or angry.

My worst fear? I'm ok with everything, but I guess I can't trust Disney (talking about the company, not the people actually making the movie and trying their best).

I would love Bruno being aro/ace. I crave asexual representation. The A spectrum is so big, they can try so many options (I usually think about him like an ace with a tentative interest in romance). But. Can I trust them to do a nice representation? And, can I trust the fandom who see him as alosexual to be ok with it? Because, I don't want to think bad, but I watched so many dramas in other fandoms... I'm not ready to read more shit about us. I can't do that anymore, I'm tired.

Bruno being gay? Amazing. I love the idea. Beloved character being achillean, nice. But we are talking about Disney. Every year we have a new "the first openly gay person in a disney movie!!!" and is always a background character saying one line or kissing their partner really fast, super easy to cut if they need it. I don't know about the situation in other countries, but here in Spain there is a group of people who are trying to boycott Lightyear because Oh No TwO wOmEn KiSsEd. Encanto is SUPER popular. Bruno is very popular. Some people will be so angry if he is gay. Would Disney risk their public opinion for this? Uuuh.

And if he is hetero or at least they show him having interest in women... It's ok! The movie is not about LGBTQ+ experiences, I don't expect Disney to try more representations after using the "latino representation card" (Too much for them, they'll cry). And we’ll have more opportunities with the rest of the family if we are lucky. But if they go with "he wanted but everyone was wary of him, so Bruno couldn't find a girl" ..... I'll die if the incel community find him relatable or something like that 💀 Or... Imagine if they use Bruno being neurodivergent as the excuse of why no woman wanted to marry him, because he is "strange". More 💀💀

So yeah, I don't know. I'm happy right now. Everyone is having fun. You can read/write about any option or ignore the topic completely. But some day...

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elveswithoutearsmultimuse · 2 years

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3D Animated Muses

Bruno Madrigal

The black sheep of the Madrigal family, he was given the gift of visions of the future from the miracle. He’s the youngest of the triplets, and an uncle to 6 nieces and nephews. After Mirabel didn’t receive a gift, he had a vision of the house cracking. Knowing what the vision would do if it was ever seen by other eyes, he broke it and hid in the walls of Casita. Although finally years later he’s reunited with his family.

Captain Crow

An Infamous captain of the Inevitable, he’s been hunting sea beasts for years. Specifically the Red Bluster which took his eyes years ago. He has an adopted son named Jacob, whom he plans to give the Inevitable to one day.

(He gives up Hunting after Jacob and Maisie proves that the monsters didn’t start the war, now wondering what he’s supposed to do with the rest of his life.)

Jacob Holland

The adopted son of Captain Crow, Jacob was also one of the famous monster hunters aboard The Inevitable.

After Maisie proves that the war between humans and beasts was started by the king and queen, he gives up hunting to live a quiet life on the shore with his new adopted daughter.

Admiral Hornagold

Eric Alexander Hornagold is the Admiral for the royal navy at Castle Whiterock. He dutifully serves the king and queen. He has an antagonistic relationship with the crew of The Inevitable, believing he would be much better at hunting Sea Beasts on his own naval ship rather than those brash sailors.

Captain Jim Nicklebones

Not quite as famous as Captain Crow, but this hunting Captain still claims to be one of the best hunters on the sea. Aboard his ship The Biddy Met, he likes to tell stories of daring adventures and dangerous hunts. Question is, if they’re true…

Ernesto de la Cruz

The most famous musician in the world, Ernesto de la Cruz has dabbled in acting, and live performances. He’s beloved by all. Unbeknownst to his fans however, Ernesto stole all his songs from his old partner Hector whom he had poisoned when he tried to leave.

Ernesto met his end during a live show when a bell landed on him, crushing him in front of everyone.

Ernesto de la Cruz

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Ebenezer Scrooge

Ebenezer Scrooge is/was an old miser who hated Christmas and all things merry due to a series of bad events each Christmas in his youth. Losing his sister, pushing away his fiancee, the death of his business partner.

It isn't until he has a journey with three spirits to show him the error of his ways does he change his attitude and becomes one of the most giving man in London.

Harry (Fred)

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sokkas-first-fangirl · 2 years

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Planning out the rest of With The Dawn You Rise (With The Day You Blaze), but figured I’d do what I always do, and ask if there’s anything you guys really want to see from the series? 👀

The series’ main focus is the Madrigal Triplets, Félix and Agustín, though there’s gonna be some bonding with the kids too, so anything goes really!

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thegamingmonk · 2 years

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Encanto Headcanons #6

Yeah we're back baby! (Kinda). Now we got Disney confirming Encanto as a franchise?? Where's my show PLEASE!!!

Camilo has never been more disappointed than finding out he was about the same height as Bruno.

Pepa laughed her ass off when she found out Camilo thought Bruno was 7 foot.

Bruno thought it was sweet but also could never even imagine himself hitting 5'6".

Dolores and Camilo are the type of siblings to wish nothing but hell itself upon each other and then go get food and gossip together.

Dolores is a professional chancla thrower, taught from the best (Félix with the aim, Julieta with the accuracy, Alma with the energy).

Needless to say, Camilo fears One Thing.

It doesn't matter how old they'll get, nothing will stop Pepa and Bruno going out of their way to bother Julieta together when they're bored.

Julieta thought they'd stop when they reached their 20s at least. Years later and poor woman is a fool for thinking so.

Félix still carries all his kids like they're still babies. Antonio loves being carried, Dolores doesn't mind but does get a little embarrassed, and Camilo just goes limp cat on him.

Modern AU Bruno would go into the Olympics simply from that whole chase scene throughout Casita's walls.

The man knows all sorts of parkour. He teaches Camilo and Mirabel his moves. Dolores gets her 10/10 cardio from him (seriously, how the hell did she get from the hill to Casita so fast-).

Dolores and Bruno: the cryptid uncle-niece duo.

Sometimes Antonio will follow Luisa on donkey duty so he can talk with them. Apparently the donkeys are big fans of Luisa.

He tries to convince them to make his prima's life a bit easier and not escape as much. They'll try at least.

Miraboo is Agustín go-to nickname for Mirabel. Nobody else can call her that or she'll personally break their knees.

Sometimes when Dolores has no one else to talk to, she talks to Casita. A house can be a really good listener!

Pepa taught Mirabel how to sew. When Mirabel was younger, the two would just sit on her bed, sewing away.

More than once has Pepa tried to steal Mirabel away from Julieta. Soon she'll achieve.

Julieta knows how to use a rolling pin like a bat and it strikes fear in the heart of her siblings.

Camilo insisted that instead of "puberty", he'd call it "photosynthesis" for Isabela.

Dolores can wiggle her ears. Little ear wiggles.

Due to the family's natural clumsiness (or more Julieta's side of the family), Casita now has natural instincts on catching people from falling into mishap.

Casita gets so giddy when the family starts decorating it for parties. It feels pretty :3

Agustín and Mirabel have swapped glasses before, many times, just to see how it feels. Julieta fusses at them afterwards when they're complaining about headaches and eyes hurting.

Isabela may or may not chuck cacti for a living at people who talks bad about Mirabel.

"The not special special?? Oh hell no-"

Mirabel and Félix are peas in a pod, their positive energy nearly blinding the whole family when they're together.

Alma used to be a menace to society before she met Pedro. Now the triplets know who they get it from.

Pedro was more on the wholesome side but also had his moments when he'd be up to no good.

Chaotic energy came from Alma, sassiness came from Pedro.

Pepa is strong enough to lift up Luisa.

Alma will just sometimes sit in the middle of the grandkids' chaos and sip tea, enjoying the life of being an abuela.

Mariano likes to do origami in his free time. Every week he gives Dolores a new creation.

He even starts to make some for the rest of the Madrigals.

Mirabel "Dolores, I'm stealing your boyfriend for the day" and Dolores "Return him by 6" Madrigal.

Mirabel with Camilo is chaotic neutral while Mirabel with Mariano is chaotic good.

Rock kid Dolores. I'm in love with this headcanon, you have no idea.

Antonio starts to take after Bruno a lot more with his quietness and preference to talking to animals. Pepa doesn't know whether to consider this sweet or concerning.

Neither does Bruno, to be honest.

I have so many thoughts about this family, it's not even funny... But that's all for now folks!

#encanto #encanto headcanons #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #pepa madrigal #félix madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #alma madrigal #bruno madrigal #mariano guzman #casita madrigal #disney

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Gone For A Minute - Prologue [Bruno Madrigal x Male Reader]

Tonight was the night Mirabel Madrigal should have been blessed with a gift, just as her sisters, cousins, mother, aunt, and uncle all had before her. Her small hand had reached up to the doorknob and grabbed it gently, and yet it faded away in front of her and the entire village.

Her tiny body shook and her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at her abuela, searching for guidance. Alma, who was in the same amount of shock as the little girl was, quickly whisked her away to her parents, who brought her back to the nursery.

You and Bruno had watched it all from the bottom of the staircase. He chewed on his lip and rocked two of his babies in his arms, glancing at you nervously.

Alma appeared back at the top of the stairs and spoke once more.

"Everyone! Your attention, please. Though this night has not exactly gone as planned... Please enjoy yourselves. Enjoy the food and each other. There is no need to worry." She projected, though she seemed quite worried herself.

Slowly, chatter in the room started up again, and even you found yourself talking to someone. Bruno stood close behind you, tapping his foot. You knew he wanted to talk to Mirabel, but he knew he shouldn't at the moment. He would occasionally add to the conversation or nod along, but his head was clearly somewhere else.

You talked with Pepa and another woman from the village. A cloud had formed over your sister-in-law's head, but you managed to calm her to the point where she wasn't storming.

The women asked questions about the baby laying asleep in your arms, as well as the two in your husband's. The woman you hadn't met before tonight was especially invested, not knowing there were new babies in the Madrigal family.

You introduced the triplets by name, starting with the little girl on your chest.

"This little firecracker is Sofia," You smiled, turning so they could see her tiny sleeping face.

"And these two are Mateo and Carlos!" Bruno smiled and looked down at the two when you mentioned their names.

For a moment, everything was okay. You had almost forgotten anything happened in the first place. That is, until Alma set a heavy hand on Bruno's shoulder and whispered something into his ear.

His face fell as she spoke and he, again, began to chew on his lip. You passed Sofia to Pepa, (who immediately became sunny,) and turned back to your husband.

He smiled weakly at you, gently putting the brothers in your arms and kissing your cheek.

"I'll only be gone for a minute, promise."

You nodded and held the infants close. He’d be back in a minute.

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When Bruno did return, it was late at night. The townspeople had all left about an hour ago, and you and the triplets had returned to your room.

The bedroom was simple; a converted guest room to best suit the needs of your little growing family. A full sized bed for you and your husband, three small bassinets lining the wall, a dresser with little trinkets on top.

The babies were sleeping soundly in their soft beds, their bellies full and content. You, however, sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for your husband to return so you could, hopefully, fall asleep next to him like any other normal night.

Though, this wasn’t a normal night at all, was it?

When Bruno entered the room, he seemed even more stressed than before. He gave you a soft smile at first, trying to ease your nerves, but that smile quickly faded away.

“Bruno?” You called his name softly as he placed a kiss on each of the baby’s heads.

“Hi, hi, yeah-” He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your torso. “-I know. I was gone for a while. I missed you...”

He kissed your shoulder while hugging you, your presence seemingly calming him a bit.

Cupping his face gently, you brought his head up so you could meet his gaze.

“Bruno, is everything alright?” He smiled at you again and took your hands in his own.

“Mhm, don’t worry, mi amor.” He kissed your knuckles, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose, then your lips. “Mama wanted me to look at Mira’s future.”

He moved further onto the bed as he spoke, dragging you down gently so you’d cuddle with him.

“And?” You asked, laying down in his arms.

“Nothing. She has a fine future ahead of her.” You could tell your husband was lying, but now didn’t seem like a good time to ask more, so you simply snuggled into him.

There were a few minutes of quiet, the only sound was Bruno’s heartbeat, pounding rhythmically in his chest.

“[Name]? I love you. I’m going to love you forever.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too, Bruno.” You mumbled, eyes heavy with sleep. “And I’m going to love you forever and a day.”

He smiled and gently rubbed your back and kissed your head, to which your body responded with slow breathing and closed eyes. When he thought you were fully asleep, he kissed you once more and slipped out of your arms.

“I’ll only be gone for a minute, promise.” He whispered.

He was only supposed to be gone for a minute.

#bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #we don't talk about bruno #bruno madrigal #fanfiction #bruno madrigal x male reader #encanto bruno #bruno #encanto #disney's encanto

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Things I noticed about Encanto on second watch:

1) Pepa gives a surprised little "i MaDe a rAiNbOw! :D" at the end of Mirabel's first song

2) The little boy has SO much anxiety it's REALLY sad on second watch, but the combination of wonder, awe, anticipation, and fear when he realizes what his gift is is one of the most beautifully animated scenes I have ever seen.

3) The Madrigals don't exclude Mirabel from the family photo - I mean, granted, no one says "let's wait for Mirabel," either, but Mirabel *herself* doesn't even move toward them when Abuela calls out for everyone, which suggests to me she doesn't consider herself a real part of the family at least as much as anyone actively excludes her.

4) Isabela's proposal / marriage may have been somewhat arranged, but I genuinely think she and Mariano were dating of their own accord beforehand because Camilo refers to him as her boyfriend. I don't get the sense that Mariano was "picked" for her without her input in the way some in the fandom do. Relationships in your early 20s often involve contending with the question of whether what you feel for someone you like well enough is love or not! The seriousness of the commitment when marriage is on the table is causing Isabela to reassess whether or not she loves Mariano, and she's realizing she doesn't. You date plenty of people who are fine but not exciting in your 20s.

5) Dolores almost certainly has control over her room / how soundproofed it is just like the others do, so I doubt she hears anything against her will - meaning, when she listened to Luisa's eye twitching all night, she was kinda just being nosy and probably was curious about what it meant.

6) Luisa and Mirabel have the best sibling relationship in the entire film. Count how many times in Luisa's song she is specifically saving her baby sister from something - not her entire family, not Casita, Mirabel. Luisa also takes a moment to fix Mirabel's glasses after they jump off of the ship. She has so much affection for her little sister and she would do anything to protect her.

7) Bruno must have some kind of personal code of ethics that prevents him from fudging the truth about his visions to have told 11-year-old or younger Dolores that the man of her dreams would be just out of reach.

8) "Welcome to the family Madrigal, there's so many stairs in casa Madrigal. You would think there would be another way to get so high cause we're magic but NO. Magical how many stairs fit in here!" - Stephanie Beatriz's funniest delivery of any line by far

9) Felix is a heart eyes idiot in love and Mirabel totally should have asked her own parents about Bruno instead of her crazyass aunt and uncle. Julieta seems like she would have responded the most normally of everyone.

10) How on earth did Alma know she was pregnant with triplets c. 1900?

11) It's really clear on second watch how much Alma has intense survivor's guilt. She's convinced herself she has to constantly prove she and her family deserve their second chance at life and happiness, when really - the miracle was a gift born in love, and Pedro would have never wanted her to feel it was something she had to earn or deserve. She's locked herself in this mindset that she has to make Pedro's death mean something, because if she can't make it mean something significant and important, then it was just awful and horrible because life is cruel and random. "The miracle is you" isn't even referring to Mirabel specifically, necessarily - the miracle is the fact that Alma's children were able to grow up, to have children of their own, free from the fear that defined Alma's early life.

12) "Don't eat those >:(" in his teeny tiny little voice oh my god

#erin is talking #encanto

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Encanto FanFics Recommendation

I am an unreliable narrator/rater, so sorry for the shit I'm about to say. I will update this list as much as I can and properly write, but if you see it in one sentences, I got tired of typing. jashuihwad im so sorry. Part 2

Series

What An Arepa Can't Heal by GlitterNight (@glitternightingale)

Mistakes Are the Only Things We Can Truly Call Our Own by BudBrock

Why Tio Bruno Should Be My Papa by aetherspell (aether_december)

Agustin may be your father, but he wasn't your Papá by BrilliantLight

The Madrigal Triplets and their Mirabel by hearth_goddess

His Mirabel, Her Antonio by PrincessLuca22

Encanto TV episodes from another timeline by cheetour

Brightly Painted Walls (Hide Imperfections) by ravenandswan

Storytime with Tío Bruno by Metaphoricaltigers

What if by Nova78

Candle in the Night by bobalover21

Waiting on a Miracle by GryffindorGyrl1997

Their Stories by planetundersiege

Bruno Madgrial: Family Guru by fuzipenguin

The Madrigals Precious Family Time by cypheraether

Camilo and Mirabel cousin fics by bananaonbanana

Estranged Uncles & Beloved Nieces by whatti

A Place Between the Walls by EvieNyx

Stand-Alone

The Mouse in the Walls by UC_Glue = This is absolutely hilarious when Mira is sassy to Senor Raton.

Nothing's Easy in Duty and Family by TheMissing3rdPixel = Madrigal kids know their tio is in the walls, and honestly, I feel bad for Mira here.

Tradition by SorryIWasAsleep = What I like about this one is how the author portrayed Dolores' love for Mariano, and the friendship between Isa and Dolores. #LETMIRABEBI

La Guerrera by Giuli_Goose = Jaguar raised Mira and somehow she is the therapist of the Madrigals, btw her name is Santa Miracle Pepita Jr.

Wasps amongst Butterflies by AllofaSudden (@allofasudden00)

= you know what? I'M FUCKING CRYING. That's it, that's how I describe this fic. The author is ruthless when it comes to angst.

The Future Is A Funny Thing by TheseAreMine = a closer dive into Mirabel and Bruno's relationship throughout the years.

How loveless the silence (how silent the loving) by ILovedHerAndSometimesSheLovedMeToo = selectively mute Mirabel, and I'm crying how Antonio calls her Arañita.

Yep. It's another Characters watch the movie. by HalinorFire = I AM A SUCKER FOR ENCANTO WATCHES ENCANTO. The contrast between traumatized Alma and her younger self is impeccable.

Mama Bear by ArcticVulpix = I also love me a good Mama bear Alma. In another universe, though traumatized she may be, she will always put her children before a town that is capable of taking care of themselves.

She's Mine Then by ArcticVulpix = I hate to be this person but, there's a satisfying read on how Mira was unwanted by her Abuela but was adopted by the Warm family. (PS I love Julieta, I'd even marry both her and Agustin, but this is just a guilty pleasure fic).

Keepers of the light. by Moonybird = 10/10 in updates, istg. Every time I open my AO3 mailbox, there are always two to three chapters waiting for me to read. The candle that Pedro had granted Alma was the only thing keeping the shadow creatures at bay. The Madrigals had sworn to protect the town and the newcomers from the shadow, had a price, it took their very own, Bruno. We follow the adventures (and worries) of the giftless Mirabel Madrigal as she strives to make her family proud and show them that she could help in keeping the danger away even if she wasn't considered a keeper of light.

One Step Away by Breanna (@breannaaiedail) = one word, crying. I don't even know where to start but uhhh you'll cry.

Competencia Hermana (Sister Competition) by GhostsintheAttic = Casita is rebuilt and the grandkids are just the same. Camilo stirs trouble by making his primas go against with each other as they compete over who is the best sister to Mirabel.

A Third Chance by Starfangs_Secrets = With the memories of her past, where she put the town first over her children, this time she's fixing these mistakes.

What Could Have Happened by Obsessive_fangirl101 = OMFG this is sweet and has smut but when you know the context of why this is made, you'll be bawling your eyes out.

A Bond is Forever by DraconicKai99 = Antonio didn't want a gift if his favourite prima would always be sad and lonely, he would leave everything behind for his prima.

She Was His Aunt (GASP!) by Superfloxes = The grandkids and their tio bond over rat telenovelas.

Some House to Watch Over Me by Sentlett = Casita raises Mirabel. Mariano isn't that big, dumb hunk we all know, but he still is the sweetest.

Casita Presents: Encanto by AlexTsukino = Future grandkids show a play according to someone's memory and show it to the past Madrigals.

The Two Seers by Toaverse = Two people can't share a gift, right? Tell that to the candle!

Man of La Madrigal by TrixySpirit = another play made by the Madrigals but this time they wanted to show that they are still human despite their magical gifts.

Weaver by JRLupine = Oh Mirabel didn't get a door, but little does she know, she was given a gift not born from the candle but from a certain goddess.

The Dead Speak To Those Who Listen by CloakedSif = Mirabel has a secret, she can see ghosts.

A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) by Acewithapaintbrush (@acewithapaintbrush) = PEDRO LIVESS! I'm still frustrated with Pedro and Alma but they're trying *cries,* the grandkids are bonding with Pedro so mwehehehe they're cute.

The One by notsogrunk = I'm a sucker for Mirabel x OC. Mirabel can't help it but feel jealous that everyone, save her tio Bruno, have their special someone, and everyone is annoyingly invested in her love life.

Stars Lost Down The River by RamblesandDragons = Mira was devastated when her door faded that she ran away. Her tio Bruno is trying to catch up with her, how the fuck is she fast? lmao. They fell into the river and got washed up into a small town.

Not the Intended Reunion by sleepygirl0305 = Mira & Bruno duo living in a town and accidentally got discovered by Antonio.

Took Charge When No One Else Would (That's When I Grew) by JustARandomLilly = Mirabel was left in Encanto and was solving the problems her community have.

Settling In the New with the Old by AllofaSudden (@allofasudden00) = omg hahaha this always would make me hold my breath, I can't keep up with the angst.

To Greener Pastures by DraconicKai99 = It's running away but with the help of Pedro :3

Giving Abuela What She Deserves by Writing_all_day_long = I love Alma but there's this guilty pleasure seeing her being bashed. I'm sorry sjdhashad I still love her tho, she said sorry unlike most of my family, so she gets a free pass in my heart.

sidekicks by oceanix = retelling where Camilo tags along with Mira.

Deeply, madly, truly by johnnybgoode = I love these two dorks, Mira and Marty. They are cute as fuck.

My Gift is a Curse and nobody must find out by Commonswift = this actually hurts, poor Mira.

To See and Hear by jatpfan = Dolores being the best sister to Camilo, I mean she is the only sister but yk mama bear instincts.

Bruno's slow return to the Family by YuiUltima = just Bruno being the awkward guy that wants to reconnect with his family.

Frozen Memories by TheNarwhalGal = its like Edge of tomorrow but make it Encanto

A Second Chance. by ihavebadeyesight = Mira turns back into a 4-year-old but is still the one who sews her family back together.

Encanto watches Encanto by Jillypotato = the WDTAB is funny as fuck.

The Veiled Door by Vespera_The_Evening_Star = Mirabel has the gift to see the ghosts and Pedro is sick of the shenanigans that his roommates keep pulling off.

Manchas Doradas by Danaeka = Welp, Mirabel is transformed into a jaguar.

The Price of a Miracle by BaleteTree = okay, another Mira x OC, but this time like a telenovela.

Some Rats, and a Request by K S (KSheenan10) = please this is funny hsdflksahfkshf innocent Antonio and sneaky Bruno

Characters reading Candle in the Night by HalinorFire = sorry I just love react fics.

Rosas Doradas by Danaeka = Hanahaki fic but bittersweet.

Flowers may come and go but the pain will always stay by Thecoffewitch = Out of all hanahaki fics, this one made me laugh then cry.

an uphill battle to the starting line by BlackBlood1872 = Mirabel befriends a band and they love her. A backstory to the accordion.

The Real Gift (Our Stars Burn Lest They Shine) by WastedSanity = She just want to date someone, but her family is making it a bit difficult.

Fixing the Past by GamerBearMira () = The cutest interaction between the Madrigals. Kinda sad over the way author described the feelings of Bruno and Mira, I mean, *sobs*

Braid My Hair? by dittyel, KitoH = Camilo and Mira being the best cousins and parents, NOT INCENTOUS. Mira married but her husband left her, and it is up to the family to pick up the broken pieces of her.

The Butterfly and The Jaguar Cub by TheNightNinja2 = I love Mira and Antonio sending animals to help the family.

Did you get enough love, my little dove? (i'm sorry i left, but it was for the best, though it never felt right) by Heccnoo = I dont know how to put this, but, Mirabel growing up without a gift and the hardships.

Grounded Julieta by hopal_foropal = LAUGHING ON HOW JULIETA IS A TROUBLEMAKER.

Extended Family is Still Family by ArcticVulpix = Pepa's family comforting Mira. WARM WARM WARM HUGS

to heal (and to hurt) by jihyobeanie = Mira is a healer but her healing comes with a price, her health.

Sisters of Burden by TheNightNinja2 = Luisa and Mirabel bond over their gift of helping the Encanto.

A second chance by bobalover21 = Mira becomes a three-year-old but she is a sassy queen who makes things right.

A Lie More Comfortable than Truth by Queen_Mab = Bruno had a vision but didn't leave. Mirabel cares for her tio. Everyone discovers the vision and is scared for her.

And Every Year Our Family Blessings Grow by Calicy = Dolores and Mariano-centric. Isabela is a therapist and Antonio just wants to help.

Kindle by waywarddreamer = Mirabel becomes the Senorita Perfecta and Isabela is not happy.

Una Oruguita by darkgirl11 = Camilo unknowingly makes everyone's shell open up so that Mira can do her mission with ease.

The Past's Future by Aeera_Writes = Young Bruno Madrigal wishes to see the vision he holds dear and gets transported to that time.

One-Shots

The Great Ruana Chase by whitebeltwriter = The author said this had a pinch of crack, but I disagree, they took the whole bowl and dumped it. I was ROFL on how ridiculous Mira and Bruno were while chasing each other.

Family Weirdo Club: Simplicity by PensandPizza = Antonio is a cutie and you can't tell me otherwise. + Triplet drunk shenenigans.

side project by baudeIaire = FAMILY PLAY, and Antonio is the lead!

The most special’s special! by grass_s0faa = Mirabel's birthday surprise.

A Beautiful Letdown by Val_Creative = Mira + Milo comfort fic

Family Trip by Palas_Writes (@random-cryptid) = I love this. This is very emotional for me. BRB I'm crying again.

How Does A Magical House Deal With A DarK Candle by Yokaibuster675 = The candle is a bitch and Casita is done with its bullshit.

Mirabel's night off by R1nn13 (Pxin_t) = sometimes being the family therapist is exhausting.

"I'm Jorge. I make the spackle." by aidenarmy = crack-fic where Bruno gets overwhelmed and brings out Hernando.

Bruised Knuckles by AuroraRose2081 = Scrappy Mira is the best Mira

who am I inside by Wikluk = okay the thing is, I am crying. why would you do that to a child? TToTT

Portrait To Remember You by pasta_stuffed_possums

Welcome to Casita Tours! by Breanna = Bruno is sassy and causes chaos while touring us in La Casa Madrigal.

It’s not a gift. by Paxmore = *cries* poor baby Mirabel

Seen with the Eyes, Felt with the Heart by Breanna

Sometimes You Just Need To Take A Break by Desleo

the home of the Family Madrigal by Wikluk

Something Just Like This by Highly_Illogical

school daze by Penstills

Bubbling Anger by veeegaz

The family Madrigal by purplejabberwock

“I Know What I Saw” by BookGirlFan

Some Kind of Miracle by iwillalwaysknowyou

I've never... by lunatica91

Stained Red by NotAlop

I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of Sad (that one choice prevent all of the hurting) by CallMeWonder

it still hurts, watching her fade away by Heccnoo

pranks for nothing by AnnaLalaDreams

More than you can chew by Kirric (Kirrithian)

Scaredy cat by Mittens_Writes

Fractures by Rogrot

the trouble with legends (is that they're rooted in truth) by Bundibird

moving day by disastermovie

Swimming Hole by JilyCSLove

Confusing New Friend by facethestrange

Twins by Virgilisspidey

Mirabel Madrigal VS The Village Meanies (FIGHT) by DDPwhumptimebaby (whumptimebaby)

Mess with one, you mess with all by whygototherapywhenucanwritefluff

Sleepover by Sunnystreets

Nobody's Mean To My Sister But Me by aw1214

Forget Me Not by Jillypotato

No More Visions by JustAnotherSuperfan

Like Father, Like Son by PokeyBunny

The Cousins by NanixErka

old memories by baudeIaire

No Longer Alone by methylsalicylate

Los Mellizos by enjolrasstaire

bet by baudeIaire

dinner plans 👩🍳 by baudeIaire

A Rat Fit for a King by Gretccheen

You have every right to be upset by Wolfie_Johnsen

Remember Me by ArenHalt

Be Nice To Me by S4v3_m3

Her Quinceañera by GamerBearMira

Because You're Bruno by cyndaquilka

something unexpected by Wikluk

Reflection by BlissfulEscape

Enjoy this picrew images of mine before going down to the dead dove section and NSFW corner!

DEAD DOVE! (Fics that contains sensitive topics)

Burnt Out by ChampagneProblxms = suicidal ideation and self-harm. Mirabel had been thinking a lot these days, and how lonely and outcasted she is in their family.

open your eyes (for the fireworks) by inkandstone = Mira dies, I'm sorry.

When the wind blew by je_sus = Mirabel dies once again.

Soft Spoken With a Broken Jaw by Anonymous = Bruno gets raped in this one, I'm sorry. Pedro kicks out the rapist.

Choking on Stardust by pasta_stuffed_possums = I'm a sucker for Mirabel dies fics I'm sorry

Please... Don't leave me... . by OnsideRamen = Cami finds Mira ded.

Old Habits Die Hard by Missilestorm = Mirabel was raped, and her family is there to help her find justice and help her recover.

Our Miracle by ihavebadeyesight

I Really Hate You by cassidyee

Sorry We Let You Down by RichiefuckinStrider

The Sun Will Rise Tomorrow But Just Without Me by BensDust

Cold and Numb by Amisaurus = she dies again. im sorry.

Maelstrom by Niffab = It has Catholic guilt and religious trauma. As someone who is a former Catholic, now agnostic, I suffered through this and kind of triggering. I feel bad for Bruno here. I don’t usually read Bruno angst but this one caught my attention.

NSFW (honestly, this is just Bruno x Reader)

Don't tell by TheMysteriousZie

Favorite Fool by TheMysteriousZie

Anatomy Lessons by NautyNutBoy = as a former Med student, this is hot af.

penance by c4tholicism

Shlick by TheMysteriousZie

Fuck me by MikasaBurton

Bad Omen by Succulentwritings_official

a beautiful night by clemmmmmtime

Taking Care of You by MamaBear93

Want you by MamaBear93

Sinful perdition by RavenclawBiologist

Encanto: after dark by Nival_Vixen = The Madrigals in bed.

#Encanto #encanto fanfic #disney encanto #encanto angst #encanto madrigal #la Familia Madrigal #madrigal family #I am very sorry if this is not properly listed

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I want an Encanto spin-off tv series that's made a lot like how TTS was made. I want similar animation (I know it was 2D, but I loved it). And I don't want it to just follow Mirabel- I want to learn more about the whole Madrigal family.

I want more triplets interaction. I want to see the six grandkids causing mischief. I want to see more of the best couples ever: Pepa and Felix & Julieta and Agustin. I want more Pedro and Alma flashbacks. I want to see more of Casita. I want to see more of Bruno being the weird uncle that everyone loves. And I waNT CAMILO TO HAVE MORE SCREENTIME.

The first 10 to maybe 13 episodes will be cute little family adventures, BUT then hits the Two-Part Episodes™. These will have two songs or more aND WILL CRUSH YOUR HEART and leave you thinking: “That got kind of dark for a ‘kids show’” (I don't believe in the term ‘kids show’ btw. These things can be enjoyable for all.)

I want to see new characters and songs that the fandom will go crazy over. I want a storyline that seems ‘cute’ at the beginning but gets crazier, deeper, and darker as you get closer to the end.

Because if we just get a Disney+ series that's only 6 episodes and mainly focuses on one character, I will be severely disappointed.

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Ideas for continuing shorts/a show based on Encanto

Okay so Encanto came out and it is doing really really well, like a lot of people are calling it the best thing Disney has done in very long time... so naturally Disney wants to turn it into a whole franchise. Once upon a time that would have just meant at least 2 sequel movies and a ton of dolls/cloths. Well they are selling the dolls/cloths, and we may some day get the sequels. But in the age of streaming and Disneyplus there is talk of Disney first doing a series of shorts or possibly even a show. I love both those ideas and here is some what I would like to see.

The creators tweeted that Casita has only 1 bathroom and all 12 Madrigal fight over time in it. Make a short on that.

They also said that Felix and Agustin are good friends and, since they have no powers, are basically SAHD' as well as doing the majority of the house work. Give me a day in their life.

I want flashbacks to when the triplets were growing up and what things were like back when it was just them and Alma inside Casita. On that note it occurs to me that their next birthday will be the first one all three have celebrated toghter in atleast 10 years, and I NEED everybody in the family (cough* the town*cough) to make a big deal out of that.

Show me Bruno trying to get to know his nieces and nephews. I want them to all watch/perform his telanovas together and bond. Also my personal headcannon is that 7foot rat-man Bruno was like Camilo's favorite piece of fanfiction, and Bruno gets worried that maybe Camilo won't like the real him. But once Camilo finds out his Uncle is a performer, and a card, he, much to Pepa's dread, starts to freaking worship him and always wants to be around him.

I would like some flashbacks and a bit more background as to what Alma and Pedro's relationship was like. Maybe have it be their anniversary or Pedro's birthday, and Alma is really reminesant over him. Her family get worried she is falling back into depression, so they ask her to tell them about some of her happiest times with Pedro, and them try to recreate them for her.

Okay so I would prefer if shorts where used to flesh out characters who got less screen time in the movie ( Agustine, Camilo, Dolores, etc) and don't want Mirabel to be the main focus of them all...but we'll I think its cool that she loves and is really good at embroidery and sewing. Since the movie didn't really give focus to these hobbies I would like a short or an episode of her wanting to make something really special and getting a case of artist block. Have her relatives do a bunch of things with her to try and help her get inspired. The girl deserves to get some support as opposed to always being the one to give it.

I want Luisa to adopt pets, either rescue a bag of abandoned kittens ,or maybe one of the donkeys she takes care of gives birth to a runt the rancher doesn't want and is planing to get rid of. But Luisa steps in and says she wants it. Have Luisa try to train them and make them really strong, but for them to get tired and decide to rest. Luisa gives in and just curls up with them for a break.

It's like the 5th rainy day this week, and everybody is stuck inside and acting really board. Camilo tries to start a house wide prank war to keep everybody (including Casita) entertained. Shenanigans ensure.

Flesh out Dolores and Mariono's relationship (no babies yet). They are implied to be each others true loves, but what is them dating like? Does Dolores help him with his poetry? What are her interests? Maybe do something where a big milestone is coming up and it seems like Mariano doesn't have anything planed so Dolores decides she will plan a special date. But it turns out Mariano did plan something for that evening, he just been nonverbal about it so he could surprise her, and they wind up surprising each other.

Antonio discovering uses for his powers. It occurs to me that he would understand pets. Someone suggested that dead goldfish lady might be Felix's bio sister; they look kind of alike and she is one of the few villagers who makes casual visits (not just for a party) to Casita. What if while babysitting him she mentions having a new fish that she is worried isn't acting well, so he sticks his finger in the water to bring the fish to the surface and asks it what it needs. Later the pair are shown infront if a brand new pond in her backyard that is full of goldfish, with Antonio telling her they are all very happy. Off in the distance you see a line of people and their pets wanting to see Antonio and ask if their is anything they could do better.

I know some people like to headcannon Isabela as lesbian. I am not going to give people grief for that as long as they acknowledge that is a headcannon, and in cannon she had other, still completely valid, reasons for not wanting to marry Mariano (not being in love with him, not having explored enough of herself and her power yet). I also do think the decision to leave Bubo (her true love) out from the first movie, and having her make decisions based on herself was a good one. But the Bubo in drawings and the deleted scene (well part of the deleted scene, I could do without the more explicitly part) seems like a really funny character, and I would like him to be introduced as long as it was done in a way that didn't impend on Isabela's growth or self discovery. He is clearly supposed to be knowledgeable when it comes to the jungle. Maybe she is having trouble caring for all her new plants, and Dolores hears Bubo wandering around the jungle studying plants, just outside the Encanto. So Lusia and Mirabel go get him and ask him to teach Isabela about the different types of plant needs.

Might be controversial but I would really love a short where the Madrigals are getting ready for/ celebrating traditional Columbia Catholic holidays. Yes they are confirmed to be Catholic.

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gamerbearmira · 2 years

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*steeples fingers* would you mind telling me more about either the encanto asoue au or the jack and the cuckoo clock heart au (or both? i’m fascinated! you’ve got such good ideas here)

I'll do both! I'm so glad you love the ideas :))

A Series of Unfortunate Events AU:

The Madrigal Orphans. I altered their ages a bit but I digress. No Gifts, but skilled in a certain area.

Isabela, The Botanist: Well versed in Botany, can also put together on site medical cures with the right supplies.

Dolores, the Sound Engineer: Able to use/invent Sound based objects to her advantage.

Luisa, the Athlete: Naturally Strong and athletic, quick on her feet. Can carry Camilo, Mirabel and Antonio at once.

Camilo, the Chef and Disguiser: Good at disguises, the best at cooking out of all of them, can make meals from very little food.

Mirabel, the Seamstress: Able to sew with unnatural speed and talent, she can invent things on the spot. (She's the one who embroidered her own dress and everyone's clothes.)

Antonio: Able to read an animal's body language and use them to his advantage, good at building.

So the children were on the beach, and they were going around, exploring on the gloomy day. Same as before Mr. Poe tells them Casita was on fire and their parents and abuela died in the fire. (Bruno wasn’t there but he’s important later.) So they do go to live with Count Olaf (still deciding whether I should change his name or not.)

The Justice Strauss of this AU is Bruno! He disappeared off the map for a while and no one knows what happened. It's not until later do they figure out that they are genuinely related to him and it's a race against their entire situation of them trying to convince Mr. Poe that Bruno's their uncle. The Quagmire of this AU is: Mariano! I decided to make it just him though, no triplets or twins or anything.

Also, Isabela isn't mean to Mirabel, they are quite close. They are all actually pretty close. Each orphan is an expert in their interests (listed above.) I also made Camilo the cook too, I just think he spent a lot of time in the kitchen. Also, Antonio can speak, but not very well. When he does make remarks, much like Sunny, they're usually very salty/sarcastic. Difference is he speaks it in Spanish, so no one except the orphans, Bruno, and the Hooked-Handed Man can understand him.

All the events keep going the same, with them figuring out the VFD, the sugar bowl etc. This AU is still pretty new so I don't have much, but I hope you're happy with the info I've got now!

Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart AU:

So Antonio was caught up in a really bad snowstorm from Pepa. Julieta can't heal him amd the other doctors say he'll be gone by the end of the night. Mirabel is NOT down with that. So when no one is looking, she takes him to the clockwork woman; the only other person in the encanto with some kind of medical knowledge.

The clockwork woman replaces Antonio's heart and tells both her and Antonio the 3 rules. This leads to problems with the family. They're happy he's back (if not a little mad at Mirabel for taking him away). Mirabel tells them the rules but they seem to brush them off at first. This leads him almost dying on several occasions.

Abuela is constantly trying to touch his clock, trying to figure out how it works and if he'll ever be normal again. Julieta and Agustin are too busy to be around him. Pepa and Felix produce too much electricity, which can stop his heart, so he can't be around them for long. Isabela's plants get too close to his hands. Luisa is just scared she'll accidently crush him, so she avoids him. Camilo gets him too excited with his stories and it overworks his clock hands and gears, causing him to smoke.

The only ones who he consistently sees is Mirabel and Dolores. Dolores finds the "tick tock" of his heart is calming. Mirabel is his primary and pretty much sole caretaker. She watches over him and keeps him in check. All of his time is spent with her, usually playing with the kids, Mirabel as a supervisor. She also custom makes his clothes to fit around his heart. She teaches him everything and generally is just a mother to him.

His heart doesn't stop cause he fell in love romantically. It stopped because his bond with Mirabel is so strong, that it caused him to spin out of control. (But that's for another ask...)

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“And everyone always assumes the worst”, an Encanto fic

Since I wrote this post, my love for Bruno and Dolores as the perfect duo of uncle and niece hasn't stopped growing. I really love tío Bruno being the best tío ever with all the kids, but I still think his bond with Dolores has a loooot of potential, and both have the perfect characteristics to have a very especial relationship. So I needed to write this to honor them.

Besides, something I like a lot about Dolores as a character is how resigned she seems all the time in the movie. Not in a salty way, but just with total acceptance of the situation she's living (being at Isa's shadow, the Mariano issue, etc.). To me, she has this 'ok, this is my life' kind of vibe, and I wanted to explore it here with Bruno's prophecy as background. I also think her gift made her mature very soon and, while I can picture Isa as very goofy and childish when she was little, I imagen Dolores way more serious and mature even at 12.

Since this one is written from Bruno's POV, there're a lot of indirect triplets content included (this time, many Bruno-Pepa dynamics, because I love them too). Thus the length, but I hope you enjoy it :)

Title: And everyone always assumes the worst Characters: Bruno and Dolores Word Count: 10.549 Rating: G Warnings/Spoilers: none, if you've watched the movie. This one ties directly with my previous one, 'The life of her dreams', and has some winks of 'It will always be the three of us', if you want to check them first. This time the family fluff is more bittersweet than ever, so grab you tissues, just in case. Summary: Three times in a row, Bruno was asked to look into his nieces' future. The first one was Isabela, a perfectly good omen turned into an awful warning under his mother's perfectionist look. The last one, the one that changed everything, was Mirabel, that fateful night full of fear and anxiety about a vanished door. But the one that hurt the most, the one that really made him reach his limit, was the second one. A request in the tiny voice of his dearest niece and a vision that made him wonder what was the point of having a miracle that felt like a curse.

(Friendly reminder that English is not my mother tongue, and I'm not used to write fiction in this language. So this text is probably closer to Spanglish. Anyway, I hope it's readable enough and you can enjoy it. Thanks for your time!)

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Three times in a row, Bruno was asked to look into his nieces' future.

The first one was Isabela, feeling already trapped in her gift at twelve. She hadn't told him, but it wasn't necessary. Bruno understood in a blink that look in her eyes; he knew what it meant, he knew perfectly. The eagerness to find your own voice, to free your true self, to find out what else you could be beyond the frame imposed by your gift. Her request had been born from hope. And, at least, he was glad his oldest niece had been able to enjoy her power in a more or less healthy way along those seven years, thanks to her blissful obliviousness. Because she'd have surely understood by now that Madrigals weren't allowed to hope. Mamá would make sure of explaining her why.

The second one was Dolores. But she was anything but oblivious, so her request was born from concern. And it was the hardest one Bruno had to face in his entire life.

It took place one afternoon, a couple of weeks after Isabela's vision fiasco, when he was dozing off in his hammock, trying to focus on the sound of falling sand to empty his mind. He closed his eyes one second and, the next one, he found another pair of big, round eyes peeking at him over the edge of the cloth, below two buns of fluffy curly hair.

She always did that, sneaking in his room without asking, whenever she wanted. She knew she was always welcome. And his uncle always greeted her with the same joke.

"Hm, I didn't know this floor grew wild nieces."

Dolores smiled and sat up, half kneeling beside the hammock. "I'm as silent as the wind," she said, with that tiny voice of hers. "I slide under the door like a breeze."

"How poetic of you. So that's your real gift? Had you been fooling us all these years?"

"Caught."

Bruno couldn't help a weak laugh and offered her his hand with a grateful look. Dolores took it between hers and pressed it briefly against her cheek, before crossing her arms on the hammock's side to lean on it. "How's doña Catalina doing?"

Bruno lifted a handful of curls to show her the old, sleeping rat curled in the cozy corner where his neck met his shoulder. "She's very tired today. I have the feeling she's gonna leave us soon."

The corners of Dolores mouth turned downwards with sincere sadness. "I'm sorry, tío Bruno."

"It's ok, pajarito. Rats' lives are short anyway. But I'm gonna miss Catalina III, she has always been very loving. Catalina II had an awful character, she was a steel matriarch. Benevolence was a refreshing change, for once." And he gave his rat a soft, affectionate pat, covering her again with his curls and hoping his last remark hadn't sounded too salty.

If Dolores noticed, she didn't comment on it. "Have you already chosen Catalina IV?"

"Nah, not yet. But I have some candidates, I'll give it a little more thought."

"Could I attend the succession ceremony?"

Bruno laughed again. Among all his family, Dolores was the only one who took seriously his stupid rats stories. She knew their names, their bloodlines, their tangled affairs. Most of that information was made up, of course; not even he was able to keep a constant track on whatever the house's rats were doing. But Dolores was really invested on their story and played along with his antics and was always helping him to plan out new plot lines. The life of the Madrigal rats was even more extraordinary than their own, and he loved to share that little game with her.

"Of course you can," he promised. "You'll be our guest of honor."

She gave him a wide smile, resting her chin on her crossed arms. But he knew her too well to be fooled. Her eyes still looked clouded by worry, and all that detour had just been a tactic to make him feel at ease. What she really wanted to ask came then.

"How are you?"

Bruno sighed, looking away. "World is finally upside down if my niece has to come to check on me, instead the opposite."

"I like to check on you. You're always checking on everyone."

"You think too well of your uncle."

"You think too ill of yourself."

He sighed again. "I'm fine, pajarito. I just— I-I just need to be left alone with my rats for a while."

"Should I go?"

Bruno chuckled and patted her head kindly. "All my niblings are part of 'my rats', so you can stay."

"That's awful. I'll take it as a compliment."

He laughed a bit louder this time and looked at her with a sad but also loving smile, to answer more honestly. "I'm fine, really."

"You're not." She paused, with a side look at the ceiling. "But don't worry. I know you're in those days."

Bruno raised an eyebrow. "Did you… really say right now I'm in those days?"

"Yes," she nodded, shrugging. "Like mamá. Those days in which she just can't take it anymore, and needs a break and to be alone. You two are the same."

He was about to protest, but pursed his lips pensively instead and gave her an accepting nod. "Yeah, well, yes, I suppose that's pretty accurate. You know, we both have the theory that Julieta was the only one who got enough oxygen in abuela's womb, that's why we're always malfunctioning." Bruno laughed at his own joke, but Dolores just looked at him, brows raised and eyes half closed, with her usual 'stop beating yourself' expression. That girl was terrible.

"I heard what happened this morning with don Eduardo," she said plainly, right to the point at last. "You shouldn't feel bad for refusing. You did nothing wrong."

Bruno held his breath for a moment and then exhaled, laying down his head on the hammock to look at the ceiling. Of course she had heard. Of course he hadn't done anything wrong, and still he had. But how could he explain it?

It had been quite difficult days, with all that tension filling the house, and he had been feeling awfully since what happened with Isabela. Upset stomach, migraines, insomnia— nothing new, but pretty worse than usual. And he had that dreadful feeling again: the feeling that he was on the verge of something, something bigger and even worse, so close he could almost feel it breathing on his neck, and it was none of his rats. That strangling anxiety had plagued his dreams with nightmares, and he felt so exhausted, so worn out, that even after everything at home calmed down and life went back to normal, he couldn't get rid of that ominous sensation of fatality hanging over his head.

He really couldn't take it anymore. He needed a break. He needed to be alone some time to recompose himself. And attending to stupid requests of neighbors more than willing to see the worst in his visions was the last thing he wanted. He already felt like sending everyone to hell, along with their fears, their paranoia and their resentments.

But he shouldn't have refused to help that man. He had no right to refuse. Madrigals weren't allowed to refuse, either.

He could almost hear mamá's voice in that very moment: is this a good example for your niblings?

It wasn't.

"I-it's not like I didn't want to help him," he started babbling, waving one hand and scratching his chin nervously with the other. "I-it's just— I-I'm not feeling good lately, and doing visions in this state is not the best idea, you know, if I don't have my mind clear, I could— A-and that Eduardo, come on, his cousin Taís still resents me because I told her to check on her fish more often and the poor thing ended up dead, she thought I had done it mal de ojo. Have I told you that story? One of my greatest hits! Dios, how much she loved that fish, it's been almost twenty years and she's still mourning that damn fish!"

Dolores chuckled and Bruno suppressed a relieved sigh. Distracting her was never easy; when Dolores wanted to talk about something important, it was hard as hell to make her loose her grip on the subject.

"You're trying to change the subject."

Dammit. "Loli, look, it's just—" He gave up with another sigh. "I didn't do right, ok? Madrigals have responsibilities, like it or not, a-and we should never— w-we should never be selfish, we should…"

He trailed off and his words faded. They should what? Sacrifice themselves. That's it, they had to sacrifice themselves, because papá had sacrificed himself, and they had to be worthy of that sacrifice, they had to, it was too important, it was mandatory, even if it cost them their own lives. At least, that was mamá's philosophy.

But what would have papá thought if he could see them like this now? The family turned into such a mess.

Dolores stared at him for a moment, as if she could hear his very thoughts, and then stood slowly and leaned on the hammock, lying face down across his stomach and letting her head and arms hanging from one side and her legs hanging from the opposite. Bruno snorted and was about to tell her that position wasn't a good idea, since he really felt like throwing up and the added pressure wasn't helping. But he couldn't complain. He knew his niece just lay on him like this when she was feeling worried or anxious, or when she felt he was worried or anxious. Pepa had always done the same thing when they were little, even if she was way bigger than him; both collapsed perpendicularly on Pepa's bed, belly against belly, he looking at the ceiling, she burying her face on the mattress, without talking, just lying together miserably. Julieta called it 'the cross alignment' (Oh, no, you're doing the cross again?), till Pepa came out with the brilliant explanation of 'We're neutralizing each other's pain, ok?!', and since then Juli had always teased them to stop neutralizing each other.

Bruno felt his eyes stung at the memory and gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm. Moving slightly to free his arms and get more comfortable, he laid his hands on Dolores' back and patted her gently, following the old soothing rhythm he had always used to make her sleep when she was a baby. Getting restless by the change of weight, Julián and Ana María, that had been sleeping on his chest under his ruana, crept to his collar and slipped away, climbing the hammock's rope to the shelf he had hung for them along the wall, near the ceiling. They disappeared through a hole gnawed there, leading to who knows where. Sometimes, he envied his rats. Whenever they wanted to avoid something, it was as easy as disappearing into the walls.

"You're not selfish, tío Bruno," Dolores whispered after a brief silence. "You're the least selfish person I know. You were tired and annoyed, but you stood there for half an hour talking with that man to calm him down, and you managed."

"I only wanted him to stop pestering me," he snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Don't lie. I have noticed, you know. The people who visit you— Most of them are just worried and want to talk. They come to tell you their problems, expecting you to soothe them."

"Yeah, I know," he sighed absently. "They should visit Padre Sebas more often and leave me alone, I'm not a confessor. But they think I can give specific answers to specific questions. They want me to solve everything with magic. And I can't do that." He twitched his mouth in a bitter grimace, glad Dolores couldn't see it. "More than thirty years and they still don't understand how my gift works…"

"But you really like to help people, it's just— you also want to be heard."

Bruno stopped the soft patting and looked at her, frowning. "What do you mean?"

Dolores swayed her feet, touching the floor with her toes to make the hammock swing slightly. "The problem is not your gift or your visions," she answered quietly. "The problem is not you. It's people's demands. Everyone asks first for a vision because they want to know, but they don't listen to you, so they don't understand. And you don't like doing visions that way, because that's why everyone always assumes the worst. Just like abuela did with Isa's."

Ah, there it was. The real core of the matter. Bruno let out a heavy sigh, wondering why she had to be so perceptive. "Abuela has her reasons to be worried, Loli. She carries a heavy weight on her shoulders and—"

"I know," she said softly. "I know she's worried. I hear her every night talking to abuelo Pedro. She misses him so much. Sometimes, she cries. I know she's always suffering, and it's getting worse lately."

Bruno forgot how to breathe for a second and stared blankly at the ceiling, eyes wide and moisty, feeling his heart crushed by those words. He knew it, of course. But hearing it in the tiny voice of his twelve years old niece made it sound even worse. He had to press his lips together to prevent them from trembling. "I'm sorry you have to hear those things, pajarito," he babbled, gulping. "You're too young. You shouldn't have to deal with the messed up heads of your elders."

"I rather hear those things. You know I like to understand what's happening." Dolores paused and swung the hammock again. "You talk to abuelo too, right?"

He almost choked and shot her an alarmed look, before letting out a weak, wavering titter. "There's no way you could hear that…"

"I don't hear it," she admitted, raising her torso to rest her elbows on the hammock, with her eyes closed and a peaceful expression. "But at night, when everything's quiet, I close my eyes and I can see Casita in my mind. If something moves across the house, I can see what's doing. And I know you go down to the kitchen for water before sleep, and you stand in the stairs for a while in your way back, before abuelo's painting. So I've always thought you're talking to him." She finished with a sweet, loving smile, but it faded quickly when she looked at him and saw whatever was in his face. Ashamed and nervous, Dolores rushed to bow her head again. "S-sorry, that sounded— t-that sounded super nosy. I didn't mean to—"

"It's ok," he cut her off gently, clearing his throat. "I'm not upset, Loli, it's ok. I just— I-I had no idea you could do that… bat thing." And he smirked and gave her some comforting pats again. "That's amazing."

Dolores glanced at him pursing her lips, but her pout turned into a grateful smile in a blink. "So you really do it?"

"I do," Bruno nodded and looked away, trying to hold back the sudden wave of melancholy. "I like to… tell him things and ask him things. I often ask him for help, too, for guidance. I wish he could tell me what should we do to fix this mess, what would he do to help abuela and… and everyone else." He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I wish I could also look into the past to know him better, because maybe that way it would be easier to guess his words. I wonder what he would think of us, if he'd be proud or disappointed or…"

He couldn't finish the sentence. He saw out of the corner of his eye how Dolores stared at him, but he couldn't face her either. And, for a brief moment, the silence grew thicker, till his niece sighed. "You know, I think he would— Oh." Dolores stopped, eyes wide, and titled her head as if listening. "Aha. Yes. Yes, I see. Ok, I'll tell him." And then she looked at him with a satisficed smile. "Abuelo says y'all are wonderful and he loves you with all his heart."

Bruno gaped at her, dumbfounded. It took him a good time to realize she was joking, and then he cracked up laughing breathlessly, on the verge of tears. "Santo Dios, so now you can also hear the dead?"

Dolores' smile grew wider. "That would be awesome, ah?"

"Actually, it would be a nightmare," he joked back. "Hearing the living is more than enough."

"But that way we could be the perfect duo," she insisted, almost dreamy. "The fortuneteller and the ghost talker."

"The perfect duo of Madrigal freaks, you mean?"

"Yeah, we could terrify the town together."

Bruno chuckled and shook his head. "That's… actually tempting, but I wish a better life for you."

"There's no better life than being your sidekick," she kept teasing, and he rolled his eyes at her exaggeration, but laughed again anyway.

"Ay, what have I done to deserve such an amazing niece?"

"That's an easy one: being an amazing uncle." Dolores elbowed him cheerfully, and they shared a long, knowing look. "Don't worry, tío Bruno," she added, a bit more serious. "You know I understand."

"Yes, I know." Bruno gave her a bittersweet smile, because he understood her very well too. And that shadow in her eyes was still there, too old for a girl so little. "But I wish you couldn't. That would mean you haven't had to go through all this yourself, right?" Dolores' smile faded again slowly under his intent look and Bruno twitched his mouth. "You know, all those wise words of a moment ago about wanting to be heard and people's demands and assumptions— I know what they mean and where they come from. You did a pretty good job trying to change the subject yourself, but I'm smarter than I look."

Dolores was pressing her lips together in a flat line by then, looking as caught as a mouse in a trap. With a soft 'hm' of surrender, she collapsed again on the hammock, letting her limbs hanging lifelessly, like a rag doll.

"There, there." Bruno patted her back sympathetically. "Come on, let it out. The cross alignment is meant to neutralize each other's pain, now it's your turn. What's happened?" Dolores just made another 'hm', so he tried again. "Isa told me you've been pretty worried lately, and I've noticed too. You've said it yourself: people visit me to tell me their problems and seek some comfort. Don't you wanna talk about it?" Dolores shook her head. "If you don't tell me, I'll have to guess. Remember I'm pretty good at guessing." She shrugged with another 'hm'. "Oook, so… has something bad happened at town? Has someone hurt you?" She shook her head again, and Bruno gritted his teeth. "Are you… worried about abuela's behavior and Camilo's gift?"

There was a pause, and then Dolores spoke very quietly, without moving. "I'm not worried about Camilo. Mami and papi will fight for him, and he will always have his big sis to protect him. He will be fine. And abuela will eventually find a way to put his gift into good use and she will calm down. As always."

"Then has something happened at school?" Silence. Bruno sighed. "Has some classmate asked you some stupid request that turned out terrible bad and blamed you for the consequences as if it was all your fault, and now everybody is upset around you and you're feeling like a total failure?"

Deep, deep silence. Bingo. Bruno sighed again in frustration. Were they already in that age? Why did they have to grow so fast? He wished kids could remain kind and innocent their entire life, but he knew better than anyone that there wasn't anything worse than a bunch of pre-teens trying to take advantage of a Madrigal's gift. That could get messy as hell.

"Loli, you shouldn't—"

"Tío Bruno," she whispered in a burst, as if she had been holding back the words for too long and couldn't do it anymore, "would you look into my future?"

Her ask made his heart skip a beat and he almost choked on his words. "What?"

"I know Isa told you. I didn't want to ask you, I wasn't going to, but—"

"I rather not," he retorted, too abruptly for his taste, but unable to bite it back. His stomach, far calmer than before thanks to her company and her chat, seemed to twist again and he felt like throwing up one more time. Bruno shifted in the hammock, feeling suddenly trapped. "W-what are you t-talking about, anyway?" he stuttered nervously. "Are you serious? After the talk we just had? Whatever the problem is, a vision won't solve it and you don't—"

"I don't want it to solve anything. I just want to know something."

"What is it? Tell me, and we can just talk it over and—"

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm tired of words. I already know what you're going to say. I just want to see what's going to happen."

Bruno stared at her, brow frown and lips parted in confusion. That awful dread was creeping up his throat, and he had to gulp to suppress a screech. "Loli…"

"You know I can do it. I understand. I'm not some ramdo from town, I know how it works and I'm not afraid."

"So said Isa, and now she can barely look me in the eye."

"She's not afraid of you, tío, she's afraid of abuela," Dolores said quickly, almost impatient. "She thinks she has failed you and she's feeling miserable, but she wants to please abuela at any cost. There wasn't anything wrong in her vision. You gave her hope and—"

"I didn't give her hope, I gave her despair," he finally exclaimed, losing his nerves. "I showed her the future she loved the most just to find she can't afford it, so she's gonna live in fear of her own dreams and wishes from now on. Don't you see it? I should have never looked into Isabela's future, and I'm certainly not going to look into yours."

Dolores shut up and kept quiet for so long that he felt almost strangled by the anxiety. The thought that he had been too loud or rude or harsh made him panic, and he covered his face with his hands, exhaling a desperate growl of frustration. "Argh, sorry, sorry, sorry. I didn't— I just— I-I just think you're not getting the point. T-this is not a good idea, it's a horrible idea, and abuela would freak if I do it again."

She let out a muffled sound he didn't get. "Abuela doesn't care the slightest about my future."

There was something in the way she said that, in her flat tone, so lacked of anger or resentment, just full of plain acceptance, that broke his heart. "Loli," he babbled, trying to swallow again the lump in his throat. "Loli, don't say that. Abuela loves you so, so much, you're her—"

"Sorry," she cut him off quietly. "I didn't mean she doesn't love me. I know she does. I mean she's not worry about my future, because my gift isn't dangerous. It can't get out of control or hurt people. If it gets out of control, I couldn't hurt anyone but myself."

"That's not a comfort at all." Bruno groaned, palming his face. "A-anyway, gifts aren't everything in life, and this is— i-it's about your life. If I see something bad in your future, your mother will never forgive me."

"I won't tell her. I won't tell anyone. I don't want anyone to know, anyway."

"Loli, please, just—" He bit his tongue and shut his mouth, laying down his head on the hammock again with an exhausted sigh. He stared at the ceiling and counted to ten, to twenty, to twenty-five. But that didn't make his voice any steadier when he kept talking. "O-ok, there's— there's something important you must understand. If I see something bad in your future, I will never forgive myself. And it will probably kill me."

"Don't joke with that, tío."

"I'm not joking." Bruno shook his head and lowered his voice even more. "I'm not joking, mija, that's the point. I couldn't bear it."

Dolores raised her head to look at his face, but Bruno forced himself to keep his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His eyes stung more than ever, and he couldn't afford to have a breakdown in front of his niece. But he wasn't joking. He meant it, he needed her to understand that. And she understood. She slid off the hammock and sat on the floor again to stare at him intently, waiting for him to meet her eyes. And, since he didn't, Dolores gripped his ruana and tugged gently, in that childish way to demand his attention; till Bruno gave up, took a deep breath and finally looked down at her. Big, round eyes looked back at him.

It had always been like that, since the very first time Félix had put her in his arms and the newborn Dolores had opened those big eyes to look at him. She hadn't smiled, but she hadn't cried either, just stared curiously as if wondering who he was. And Bruno had laughed and teased Pepa, telling her the baby was so beautiful she obviously hadn't taken after her.

Isabela had been born a few months before, so technically he was already an uncle when Dolores arrived. But he hadn't had many opportunities to feel like that. Julieta and Agustín were very efficient parents, they seemed to be able to manage on their own, and baby Isa needed nothing more than her mamá and papá during those first months of life. But Pepa was different. Dolores had been her miracle, and she was so afraid of failing, so scared of doing something wrong and hurt her baby, that her first months of motherhood had been a hell of a struggle. It hadn't helped at all that Dolores didn't eat enough, didn't rest enough, didn't sleep enough. She had always been a quiet baby, but so, so restless. Pepa didn't want to ask mamá or Julieta for help, she wanted to do it on her own too; but the anxiety kept growing bigger and bigger over the weeks. And, when the inevitable breakdown hit her, Bruno told Félix: 'She needs you now more than anything; take care of her and let me the baby, I'll try'. His brother-in-law had looked him in the eye for five seconds, and then nodded and wrapped his torso with a shawl in a blink to carry the baby, sending him out with a list of instructions to know how to react to diverse scenarios.

Sweating by his own nerves, Bruno had taken Dolores for a walk, away from Casita and away from town, striding along the path that leaded to the forest. He had been mumbling and humming the whole time, just looking around and describing everything for his niece, rambling nonsenses nonstop. And when he had finally gathered enough courage to look down at her again, he had found her sleeping deep and peacefully for the first time in weeks, curled against his chest. That shocked him for an instant. He was so shocked that he sat down on a rock and stared into the nothing, and then cried. He had cried and cried quietly, almost sobbing like a child, and he had felt so damn ridiculous but also so damn happy and relieved, crushed by the sudden realization that he had one task and he had accomplished it successfully. That little human being had trusted him and had calmed down, because she had felt safe and sound in his arms. He had managed. And he couldn't remember, he was utterly unable to remember, when had been the last time he'd had the feeling of doing something right.

Bruno knew perfectly he would be an awful father. He had always known. He could barely take care of himself, far less take care of children of his own. He wasn't meant for parenthood at all. But he had always hoped, he had always wished, he could be a good uncle. Not a parent or a brother or a friend, but something in between. The extra support for his niblings, their confidant, their guide, if they wanted him to. He had always hoped to be some kind of counterbalance to mamá's pressure, the uncle who's there to remind the kids that they were valid, they were loved, and life could be more than just a magical gift. And then, sat there with the snoring baby, he believed he could do it. He would do anything for them. He finally felt like a real uncle, with a goal to meet.

And he had whispered to Dolores for the first time the words that he would repeat later to all his niblings when they were born.

"Don't worry, Loli. I'm here. We're all here. You'll be fine. You have an amazing family. You have an amazing house. And now we have an amazing you."

He had gone back home when he managed to pull himself together, and had found Pepa and Félix waiting for him. Before he could say anything, his sister looked him in the eye, and Bruno knew she could see his very soul. She understood immediately, and he understood too, because Pepa had been feeling the same way since Dolores' birth: the overwhelming joy of being able to do something right after so many failures. Neither of them said it out loud, but it wasn't necessary; and he had the feeling Pepa had given her blessing to the newly set bond between uncle and niece.

After that, she and Félix had slid smoothly into parenthood and everything had gotten better. But Pepa stablished that nap time was tío Bruno's duty, and he welcomed it with open arms, every day, week after week, month after month, even when the girls got old enough to settle together on the nursery. He was caught there one day by Pepa, when he was laying one year old Dolores on her cradle after their usual walk, and he felt embarrassed as hell at how proudly his sister looked at him.

"Who's your favorite nieceee?" Pepa had whispered in a teasing singsong.

"I have no favorite," he muttered in response, looking away.

"Yes, you haveee," she pushed smugly. "You know it. I know it."

And Bruno had no choice but to sigh dramatically and pout at her. "Just— don't tell Julieta."

"Yasss!" Pepa made a gesture of triumph, and a rainbow glowed over her head. "You've been mocking me for years about my 'creatures', but noooow mine is your favorite, mine is your favorite…"

And she kept singsonging and performing a goofy dance around him, shaking her hips to bump him, till Bruno rolled his eyes and growled, "Grow up, ¿quieres?"

Next thing he knew was Pepa's arms were wrapping his head, stifling him. "Who needs to grow up, ah, canijo? Who needs it?"

"Stop it, jirafa!"

And they were struggling and slapping each other as children, till a soft chuckle caught their attention and they saw little Dolores awake again, clapping at the show. It took them half an hour to put her back to sleep, but that stupid rainbow had been crowning proudly his sister head for weeks.

Years had passed and more niblings had been born, and he loved them all greatly. Luisa was a kind, noble soul, always caring about the others, always willing to help. Camilo was the embodiment of joy and mischief, always laughing, always proud of making others laugh. And lil Mirabel was pure energy and innocence, always bouncing around, always asking, just like Isa. He would always treasure the memories of those nighttime tales in the nursery diverting the kids before sleep, first with the older girls and then with the youngest ones. All those times he had fallen asleep somewhere and had woken up with two or three kids using him as pillow. All those days of babysitting while the children were learning to walk and speak, and the excitement brought by their first steps, their first words, their first jokes and witty comments. All the little tricks he prepared for them and all those hours of playing with blocks or board games, reading together, making crafts. He had grown accustomed to walk around with some kid clung to his ruana, and to be climbed immediately when he sat on the couch, and to hear their laughs in the cave when they were there playing with the sand. Over those twelve years, they had been the light of his life, and he had felt so lucky to be there to see them grow and know them, as their personalities developed and got defined.

But Luisa had always had a big sis and a cousin to look up to; and when they grew up and left the nursey, she got a lil sis and a lil cousin to look after. By Camilo's birth, Pepa had more experience and felt more confident, and she coddled him so much he was very attached to her. And Mirabel, who had arrived at a house full of children to play with, spent most of her time stuck to Camilo or running after her sisters. Among all of them, Isa and Dolores had been the first ones, and his relationship with them had been always different, a bit closer; a bond that had never stopped getting stronger. And between them both… Dolores still was the apple of his eye.

It wasn't about favoritism; it was just affinity. It had always been, even more after getting her gift, when she started sneaking in his room every now and then, seeking peace and silence and reassurance. She dozed on the hammock or played on the floor in silence when he was busy writing, reading or drawing, just content to spend time by his side. She had been there while he trained his rats and they had plotted their stories together, and joked together and laughed together. She still liked to snuggle up to him to nap or to talk quietly about anything, because she still trusted him, he still made her feel safe and sound. They had thousands of little habits and routines. And they were so similar, they understand each other so well, that even Pepa admitted once: 'You were right; she has taken after you'.

How could he explain all that to the girl who was staring at him now, asking for a prophecy that could destroy her life? How could he ruin the most important of the few things he had ever done right? He didn't feel this way when Isa asked him for a vision; maybe because her mood was far different, and facing the ritual with the proper mood was something essential. Now, under the pressure of Dolores' anxiety, the simple thought of doing a vision for her made him feel like crying. He already was on the verge of tears again.

But she held his gaze, tightening her grip to his ruana, and whispered, "Have I ever told you? The night I got my gift— Have I ever told you what I was thinking?" Bruno shook his head, and Dolores closed her eyes and titled her head. "I was feeling far behind everybody. Isa had already gotten her gift, and it was beautiful. She had already had a little sister, and she was great. Her mamá was the most respected by abuela, by everyone. And I had the feeling there were a lot of things happening around me that I didn't understand. I wanted to know. I wanted to know everything, to understand why people acted as they acted, and said what they said. I thought that way I would be better and know what everyone needed, and I could help a lot of people, and they would see me and think 'Oh, Dolores Madrigal! Such a great girl!'. Then I touched the doorknob and ¡tachán!, I could hear everything." She opened her eyes and gave him a smile far too tired for a girl her age.

Bruno gritted his teeth again, but forced a sad smile too in response. "That sounds familiar. I was always scared of the future. Unexpected changes made me sick, it always took me far too long to get used to new things. And I thought it would be great to be able to see what was going to happen in advance, to get ready and process it with time." He chuckled bitterly. "Beware what you wish, ah?"

He offered her his hand, and Dolores took it again between hers to press it against her cheek. But this time, she didn't let it go. She rested her head on his hand and kept quiet for a moment, eyes closed again.

"There's something in my mind, tío Bruno," she explained finally. "I can't get rid of it, and it's driving me crazy. Mami has already noticed, and I don't want her to worry. Papi is trying to find out what's happening and I think he's gonna ask tío Agus to keep an eye on the kids at school. And I don't want them to get involved, because nothing has happened actually. It's just me." She looked at him, a sudden flash of anguish shadowing her face. "I can hear the present, but I can't hear the future, so I need you to show me. That's all. I— I-I need to know, I just want to know, and then— then I can get ready and calm down and… and settle for it."

Settle for it. What the hell was going on there? Bruno frowned and sat up carefully, taking doña Catalina from his shoulder and laying her on his lap. The sleepy rat looked around, disoriented for a second, but then stretched and started cleaning herself thoroughly. "Will you tell me what's the matter?"

Dolores hesitated, but nodded at last. "I'll tell you after the ritual. I promise."

He frowned even more, suspicious. "Why all the mystery?"

And she lowered her gaze, twisting her hands with embarrassment. "I… I don't want you to think I'm dumb for worrying about this."

That confession melted his uneasiness and Bruno exhaled, rubbing his forehead. "Loli, I would never think you're dumb for worrying. Unless you're worrying about some goldfish or losing your hair or something like that."

Dolores choked on a chuckle and shook her head. "No, it's nothing like that." She looked up and made an obvious effort to smile again. "Listen, if we see something good, we can laugh together about it. If we see something bad, we can cried together and let it all out and… close this chapter. Deal?"

He kept staring a little longer, knowing deep inside he was going to regret whatever decision he chose. But he also knew how maddening the sting of concern could be, scratching one's brain constantly, at day, at night. Dolores didn't deserve that. She was too young, dammit, she was still too young. But again, since when were the Madrigals even allowed to rest? There was no rest for the Madrigals. Dolores —as well as her mother, as well as him— had been pulled away from childhood since the very moment she had touched her magic doorknob.

So, with a heavy sigh of surrender, he nodded. "Deal."

Dolores smiled widely, a sort of smile very rare on her. Lifting the rat to his shoulder again, Bruno stood up and offered her his hand to help her up too. She took it and stood, but then pulled him into a hug and wrapped him in her arms so, so tightly it almost hurt. She was trembling; perhaps she was about to cry in relief. And he just could press his lips together and embrace her back, also as tightly as he could, to rest a cheek on her hair.

"O-ok, let's do it," he sighed weakly after a while, with a last squeeze before letting her go.

"It doesn't have to be now, if you don't feel up to," she said, frowning in worry.

"It's ok." Bruno shook his head and waved a hand in a gesture of determination. "I-it's ok. The sooner, the better. You're right, if it's— i-if it's something bad, you'll get rid of it once and for all, and— and we'll cry, and at least we'll have enough time to pull ourselves together before dinner and don't look as if someone had beat the daylights out of us. Oh! Wait, wait." He stopped and turned to his shelves, searching them from up to down frantically. Among books and notebooks, Pepa's fulgurites, Luisa's little wooden animals and the babies' ragdolls, he finally found a wooden box decorate with Isa's dried flowers. Inside, there were the ear plugs Dolores used to wear when she napped in his room. "Here, take them. The ritual is very noisy."

His niece stared at the ear plugs, looked up at his face and then hugged him again. When they headed to the sand clock door at last, she was still clung to his arm.

Before crossing the threshold, Bruno stood still for a moment and gulped. He knocked on wood, and Dolores did it too. He placed his free hand under the falling sand, took a handful of it and threw it over his left shoulder. Dolores mirrored him. And they entered the cave, holding his breath and crossing his fingers, with that dreadful feeling pulsing again inside his chest.

As they approached the stairs, he had to suppress a gasp while looking up, counting. That damn place had grown at least two rounds more of steps since the last time, and his shoulders dropped in despair. It didn't matter how much he tried to keep control, it didn't matter how many times he tried to fix it; his room was always acting on its own in response to his real mood, as revealing as Pepa's clouds. The more alienated he felt from his gift, the more inaccessible got the chamber of visions. It was like looking himself in a mirror and getting a perfect picture of how messed up his mind and his heart were.

"Want me to use a shortcut?" he tried to joke, when they reach the stairs.

But Dolores shook her head. "I want to climb on foot. Isa said you must overcome this challenge to get the prize."

"Yeah, well, yes, but actually, hm, Isa cheated," he coughed. "Isa cheated a lot."

"I would like to make the way with you." Dolores looked at him, her big eyes wide open. She was nervous. "Would you mind?"

And he couldn't refuse. "Of course not, pajarito. Come on."

Even so, he touched the wall as they climbed. Shorter, he ordered the stone. Shorter, shorter, shorter. Make it shorter for my niece. Dolores titled her head, probably hearing the distant movement at the top, and glanced at him raising an eyebrow. But he just shrugged and gave her an awkward smile, telling her he was adjusting it for a twelve years old visitor. And the joke made her chuckle and relaxed her a bit.

Their way to the top was so different from the previous one with Isabela that Bruno couldn't loosen the lump on his throat. There weren't jokes, laughs or silly teasing, but silence and soft talk. Once in a while, they stopped to take a break and rest a little, before going on. They took turns carrying doña Catalina, as the old rat jumped from Bruno's shoulder to Dolores' head and vice versa. And, for once, his stupid rule about the cave's stairs seemed to actually work, because he noticed each step was soothing his niece's nerves a bit more.

"I love this sound," Dolores said, when they were halfway.

"What sound?"

"Your sound." Dolores titled her head with a little smile. "The sound of falling sand. I focus on it at night to sleep. But—" She lowered her gaze, ashamed again. "I'll stop if it bothers you."

He snorted a laugh. "Why would I be bothered? I feel honored."

"If I focus on this sound, I can hear anything what's happening on the cave or your room."

"Oh." He blinked and then shrugged, lips pursed. "There's not much to hear, actually. You can hear me scribbling, snoring, talking with my rats… talking with myself… ok, that could be creepy. Oh! Sometimes I fart, like any other human being…" Dolores elbowed him, laughing quietly, and he couldn't help a laugh himself, before smiling fondly at her. "Don't worry, Loli, I don't mind. If you're listening, I'll say you goodnight from here before sleep from now on."

He hadn't said anything groundbreaking or extraordinary, but the look she gave him in that moment left him breathless: a wide, wavering smile full of emotion and big, moisty eyes full of love. She seemed so starved of approval, of validation, that his heart sank painfully. But he couldn't add anything, because she burst into words, almost stuttering.

"Y-you know, I can already block any sound at night without the help of my room, have I told you? I'm getting better and better at it, and I only keep an ear on the nursery to check on the babies, now on Camilo's room too, and on abuela's in case she needs something, b-but— but this…" She looked around and then looked at her feet again. "This is just for me. It's my safe place. Besides my papis, you're the only one who thinks my gift isn't annoying, tío Bruno. Well, you and Isa. She thinks I'm amazing."

"That's because you are." Bruno prayed for his words to not sound as strangled as he felt.

"I'm not." Dolores kicked a little stone out of their way. "I've been wondering… what's the point of my gift."

Bruno inhaled and looked up, at the top of the stairs, trying to calm his heartbeats and steel himself for that talk, now that his niece seemed to feel more comfortable to open up. Support, reassurance, guidance. That was what Dolores needed, a wise uncle with wise answers, not the anxious wreck who could barely hold the tears. He had to gulp twice and cleared his throat, but he managed to said, "Protecting the Encanto, of course."

"How?" She sounded confused, but not skeptical.

"Your gift had always been pretty similar to mine. I'm supposed to warn our people about any danger in advance, so we could be prepared if something bad happens. You're the same, some kind of… lookout, our guardian. If any danger approaches the Encanto, you could hear it and warn the town. You're the one meant to keep everyone safe."

There was a brief silence, while Dolores stared blankly at the stairs, as if processing his words. "You… You really think so?" Bruno nodded and she frowned. "I had— I'd never thought of it that way. Abuela only asks me to keep an ear on people to check if there's anyone unhappy, uncomfortable or angry. She wants me to track what's everyone's doing to know if there's any problem in town that needs to be solve."

Yeah, in town. Bruno suppressed a sigh at the irony. "Abuela is a bit overprotective sometimes."

"But I don't feel like I'm protecting anyone, I just feel… nosy." She twitched her mouth, dejected. "I rather protect people for real than keep this policing. But I don't know how to do that. I don't think they see me as a protector either. Everyone's always jumpy when I'm around."

"Yeees, that sounds familiar too. But, you know, you said it yourself: the problem is not you or your gift. Our gifts can be used in many ways, and it should depend just on us what to do with them. We're the ones who must decide what we want them to be. But sometimes people don't fully understand the purpose of the miracle and they act weirdly around us, just because they assume the worst."

Dolores nodded and kicked absently another little stone. "How… How was it? When you were twelve."

Ah, great, finally getting to the point.

"Messy." Bruno tried to laugh it off, and hoped he had sounded more nonchalant than hysteric. "The other kids were amazed by my cool powers and they were always making stupid request just to see me prophesy. They just assumed I knew everything and wanted answers right away. I knew how dangerous could be doing visions without the ritual, but I didn't want to let them down, so I did it secretly for a while just to please them. And it was a disaster. Without the ritual of projection and away from my room, my visions are just random flashes of info. They saw me sitting there in trance, babbling nonsenses and glowing like a firefly, and I scared the hell out of them. But they kept asking because— you know, kids sometimes have this morbid fascination for creepy things, and I was the creepiest thing ever. I almost broke my brain. Till one day Pepa and Juli caught us in the act and, well, that was the end of the show." He smirked at her. "Your mamá knocked out half of town kids that day. You know Germán's nose? It's crooked because she broke it. And Juli refused to heal it."

Dolores was gaping at the story, eyes totally round. "Seriously?"

"Oh, yes." Bruno couldn't help a dreamy, nostalgic smile. It was a bittersweet memory, of course, because the migraines that came after that, the rumors about his creepy visions and bad omens and his 'coronation' as the Madrigal weirdo weren't funny things. But it had been glorious seeing Juli shouting like crazy and Pepa punching people and chasing them with a thundering cloud, even if he had been punched too for being so stupid. Even mamá took sides that time to defend her children, which was pretty unusual when they did something irresponsible. "The moral of this fable is to never do anything against your own safety or better judgement, no matter what people ask you for. We're meant to help and we must honor the miracle, but we're not tools, far less to please the people who treat us like circus freaks. And never forget that the best part of being a Madrigal is that you can count on the backup of your family anytime." He gave her a significant look and, by the face she made, he knew she had taken the hint. "You know, I understand you don't want your papis to get involved, but I'm pretty sure Isa's excellent at punching."

Dolores pouted, as if feeling caught, but then sighed tiredly. "She is. But they know it too. That's why no one says anything in my face. Nobody wants to get on Isa's bad side, everybody loves her. But they know I can hear them. So they keep saying things, just… from far away."

Bruno gritted his teeth, but freed his arm of her grip gently and put it around her shoulders to squeeze her in a reassuring side hug. "You should let her break some noses. She would enjoy it greatly, and you'd be avenged."

She chuckled. "Nah, she would get in troubles with abuela."

"Abuela," Bruno snorted and rolled his eyes, joking, "always setting limits on our talents."

Dolores laughed a bit louder and leaned on him, hugging him too in gratitude. "Tell me more, would you? Were there good things too?"

"Oh, of course!"

And he spent the rest of the way telling her stories of the triplets' childhood, funny, good, tender stories, about the three of them, about the few but loyal good friends they still had and those first years of the Encanto. Trying to make her understand that life didn't have to be a burden, that things were always changing, that there was always room for things to get better, to get fixed.

When they got to the top, both of them felt a bit better and a bit calmer. They crossed the bridge, they crossed the hall, and Dolores looked around without asking anything, because she didn't need to. Bruno left doña Catalina with the other rats before entering the chamber of visions, and his niece helped him to prepare the ritual, just as Isa did, without leaving his side once. As they sat together before the fireplace, side by side, Bruno glanced at her one last time, bracing himself for whatever could happen, and asked her softly, "You ready?"

Dolores put in place her ear plugs and nodded, wrapping his arm with hers.

"Do you have in mind what you wanna know?"

She nodded again, suddenly shy.

And he faced the burning fire, taking a deep breath. He made an effort to let its light burn up every stray thought in his mind to empty it. He tried really, really hard. But the fear rose up, as strong as the flames. Please, he prayed. Please, let it be a good omen. Let me show her something good. Let me bring her hope. Please, please. And he felt the roots of his dread creeping up his throat and reaching his brain, digging their way on it with a burst of blinding pain, just before the world faded around him and turned into green light.

The vision was a chaos of swirling, half formed imagens, melting with each other. He fretted, trying to focus and regain control, lost in the sand whirlwind with the only anchor of Dolores grip to keep him grounded. It took him several seconds to find sense in anything, but the first flash of green he managed to transform into something comprehensible was a quick imagen of a grown up Dolores clung to the arm of a young man. His niece had to see it too, because he felt how she jolted at his side and straightened up in tension.

"Is that—" Bruno frowned, seeking more in the sand, as the meaning of what they were seeing sank on his mind. "Have you really brought me here to ask me about boys?" he exclaimed, with a high pitched screech.

"I-it's not about boys!" Dolores complained weakly, but she sounded so mortified he almost cracked up laughing.

So that was the matter? Bruno didn't know if he found it hilarious, endearing or worrying, but a wave of relief soothed his mind and the vision got clearer, more precise. More imagens of that young man took form in the whirlwind, and he felt a wide smile tugging at the corner of his lips, imagining Félix's face when he discovered his little girl was in love.

"Who's that guy? I see him everywhere!"

"I don't know!" Dolores seemed as surprised as him. "I don't recognize him!"

"Well, I bet you're gonna know him pretty well in the future. He looks like the man of your dreams!"

Dolores' grip tightened so much she almost left his arm numb, and he felt like laughing again. But there was something off. Looking eagerly around to catch every bit of information, an odd feeling struck him. In most of those glimpses, they didn't seem to be together. The man appeared doing many things, living his life, while Dolores watched him from the distance. Bruno's smile started to fade and he pushed his power to its limits, trying to see more. Till a clear imagen of the man kneeling at a young woman's feet offering her a ring gleamed before their eyes.

"He's proposing!" he cried out.

"That's not me."

Dolores' remark hit him like a slap. She was right. Straight hair instead of curls; hooked, sharp nose instead of a broad, round one. The woman betrothed to the man of her dreams wasn't her. A shock of panic left him breathless, kicking his concentration away. And the heat of his power burned his mind as the touch of a branding iron.

"No," he gasped. "No, no, no, NO! STOP! STOP IT!"

His shout made the chamber of visions rumble, and he lost control over the ritual. The fire exploded in a final burst, the whirlwind blasted so wildly it almost threw them to the ground. And, since nobody reached for the green plate half formed in the air, it plummeted and hit hard the stones, shattering and scattering all over the floor. The sudden silence that came then was even more deafening than the roaring wind, and Bruno panted frantically, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't see, still blinded by the headache and the ritual's abrupt end, and blinked furiously as he felt around for his niece.

"Loli," he gasped again. "Loli, a-are you ok?"

A little hand grabbed his tightly. "I'm ok."

Her tiny voice sounded awfully weak in the darkness. Bruno felt his lips trembling, and he had to bite them to suppress a scream of rage. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Bold of him to assume he could see something positive! But the weight of this failure was heavier than ever, and it crushed him more than anything else. "I-I'm sorry," he babbled. "I'm so sorry, mija. I-I didn't—"

"It's ok." He turned to her, squinting to focus her face. His sight cleared slowly, and he saw Dolores sitting on her ankles, looking blankly at the glowing pieces of broken glass. "It's ok, tío Bruno. It's what I expected." She looked at him and tried to smile, but her cheeks were crossed by tears. "Who would want to be with the Madrigal sapa, anyway."

That was like a punch. Sapa, gossipy, big mouth. His heart skipped a beat. "Loli, y-you're not—"

"That's what they say," she cut him off, and then the words flowed like a river with no dams. "The know-it-all sapa. They want me to tell them the secrets of the others, but then they say I'm an awful, nosy sapa, that I have no friends because nobody trusts me, that I'll be the next Madrigal spinster because no one could ever love me. And they're right." Dolores pressed her fists to her face, cringing. "They're right, tío Bruno. I-I have no friends. I feel so lonely. I don't want to be alone forever, I just want someone to see me and love me, like papi loves mami. But no one will ever give me a chance, because everyone always assumes the worst about me."

He stared, petrified, holding his breath as his niece teared the wound of her heart and let out the poison of her worries. He saw how she bent over, covered her ears, started sobbing and then cracked up crying, louder and harder than ever in her life. And her sobs kicked him again into reality, and he reached for her, and pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping her in his arms, wishing desperately he was actually able to neutralize her pain somehow.

Dolores curled up in his arms and cried, desolate. He rocked her and mumbled that she wasn't awful or unworthy of trust or love. He reminded her she was already loved, because her papis adored her, he adored her, and Juli, Agus, abuela, her little brother, her cousins, all of them adored her sincerely. But even he felt those words weren't enough this time. He tended to forget that he wasn't the norm, that most of people did want more, need more, and that being alone by choice was far different to believe you didn't deserve any company.

She kept crying till there were no more tears to shed; and he cried with her, of course, as they had promised. Neither moved again till they managed to calm down, and Dolores begged him to keep quiet about the vision, about the kids' words, about everything she had told him. Still with moisty eyes, she also begged him to not worry and not blame himself, because she really rather know instead of being on tenterhooks for years.

"It's like you said, tío," she whispered, her head on his shoulder. "You warn us about bad things to be prepared."

And Bruno wondered why his own words, meant to make her feel better and more valid, sounded suddenly so wrong and twisted.

Dolores concealed everything very skillfully. Before the rest of the family, she seemed to calm down and go on, and her parent's worries faded bit by bit. But she grew even quieter, even more introvert, almost turning into an invisible ghost who avoid stubbornly being in the spotlight. She resigned so hard that it was heartbreaking.

Bruno, however, didn't recover from that experience, as he had predicted. The wound of showing his dearest niece a loveless future didn't heal. He refused to do visions for weeks, as stubborn as Dolores, and when he was forced to stop avoiding his responsibilities, he didn't even try to pretend he wasn't sick of everything and everyone. His visions were awful even for himself, he spat prophecies without any tact, he didn't bother to look for the good side, he showed no more patience towards the villagers and their problems, or mamá's pressure, or the whole situation around the Encanto and the miracle and their gifts. He wondered, too, what was the point of all that, what else they had to sacrifice, why their kids had to sacrifice anything in the first place, how he was supposed to comfort his niblings when he was feeling so broken and helpless himself. He stood for long minutes before papá's painting every night, wondering why the miracle had to feel like a curse, asking him what they were doing wrong, how could they fix it or if there was actually room for it to get fixed, after all. He asked him for help one more time, and then wondered if he was even listening. He felt as if the salt of his rituals had been absorbed by his body and was infecting his very bloodstream.

That's why he did what he did when the last request finally reached him, a few months later. A request born from fear and despair, made in the heat of the moment, during the second worst night in the history of the Madrigal family. When mamá looked him in the eye and asked him to look into Mirabel's future, he knew what was going to happen. He knew, because he was Bruno, and he was a mess, his visions, his gift, his warnings, all of him was a harmful mess. And he couldn't bear to destroy the life of another niece, barely a baby, with any more bad assumption.

Later, he would find out that Casita was hiding a lot of cracks behind its walls since who knows when. But the first thing that cracked beyond any repair that fateful year in Casa Madrigal was him.

#encanto #disney encanto #encanto spoilers #encanto fanfics #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #ok I have projected a lot here and I'm not even sorry #every family have a weird aroace uncle/aunt who lives in the walls #I'm that weird aroace aunt who lives in the walls #and I have 11 niblings and they're my everything #so this one is dedicated to them #Bruno and Loli FTW they're the best and you know it

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iramerle · 2 years

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My encanto oc Hugo Marin

So here is some information on him if you want to know more about him:

•He is a month older than the triplets

•He left encanto after his abuela died to live with his aunt and uncle in the city another reason he went there was to become a psychiatrist

•So when casita got restored he also gets a gift which is mind reading and his new gift is the only reason that he decided to retire and go back to encanto

•He gets his gift because his father used to be good friends with pedro madrigal and helped him and alma steal time which meant he sacrificed himself for them , I guess miracle felt like it was the right time for him to get his gift now and not when he was a kid

•He spent a lot of time with the triplets but was best friends with bruno!

His relationship with julieta; they are good friends but don’t talk a lot, hugo likes to help julieta while she is cooking or if she is doing any other activity such as knitting he will join her and they will do their thing in silence just enjoying each others presence

His relationship with pepa ; With pepa he is that annoying little brother who is just trying to ruin your day, when they were in their teens pepa had a little crush on hugo but didn’t result in anything ,she noticed he wasn’t interested in her, they are good friends now but even as adults in their 50s they still fight with each other like siblings

His relationship with bruno ; Best friends turned into lovers when they were in their teens , sadly as hugo left encanto when he was 17 their new relationship was ended shortly,

As teens whenever hugo felt like bruno was overwhelmed he would just take him around the town and they would do parkour jumping around house to house, who was gonna stop them not like a lot of people could jump from house to house

And also he would fight with the kids who would bully bruno but behind his back didn’t want to upset the young madrigal even more

After hugo left bruno closed himself even more and both of them haven’t had serious relationships (bruno having no relationships whatsoever) after that

That is until Hugo returns but ofcourse after not seeing each other for 33 year-ish they need to rebuild their relationship and it will take time for things to go back to how they were, a lot has happened between those years…

Oh and hugo loves all the madrigal kids but camilo is his little partner in crime he sees his younger self in camilo. Sometimes isabela will join on in their little pranks (but that part is a secret she is even more evil than those two)

#myart #encanto #encanto fanart #encanto oc #oc #original character #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #camilo madrigal #isabela madrigal #hugo encanto oc

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Now onto Encanto, because I have... So many fucking thoughts and feelings. This is meant to be spoiler free, but I do apologize if shit kinda... Slips. I'm on mobile and idk how to do the *read more* thingy.

Let's start at the eldest and move our way down.

Alma - Alma has seen some shit. She's been traumatized, hurt, scarred, and she's grieved. But this... This doesn't excuse how terribly she's treated her son and her youngest granddaughter. She left a terrible situation but lost people she loved in the process. Alma worries and then her trauma affects the rest of her family.

Julieta - a Queen, a literal goddess, best mom. Julieta loves her daughters so unconditionally and wholly. Being the oldest of the triplets (presumably) and having a gift that can't go haywire, I'm assuming Julieta was forced to become a second parent when Alma was busy in the Encanto. Imagine being forced to look after a kid who can see the future and another who can control the weather with her emotions. Julieta is shown to be able to stand up to her mother though. Hell yeah.

Bruno - there's a lot to say about Bruno. I'll start, okay. Bruno in my mind is the unfavored child. He can see the future and then people blame him bc he makes "bad things" happen. When he saw Mirabel's future, he knew either he would be blamed or Mirabel would be blamed. He "left" for 10 years because of this vision and he blamed himself.

Pepa - being the one with the most unstable gift, I can only really imagine how many times she's been calmed down by Julieta or "calmed down" by Alma. I think Julieta is the one who taught her the "clear skies, clear skies" trick where as Alma tended to more... Shame her. "Pepa you have a cloud!" And honestly, because of this, Pepa is shown to be neurotic and anxious.

Isabela- the first of the grandkids to be born and the one who looks the most like Alma. Y'all saw it, right? I think Alma started trying to live vicariously through Isabela. Isabela is a troubled character at times and is... Like every older cousin I've met/had. But she was shown to be engaged for the sake of the family, per Alma's request.

Delores- The second oldest grand kid and the one who tends to get overlooked. She's shy and is shown covering her ears. It's also been confirmed, her room isn't sound proofed. She's soft spoken, but like her family, she's doing things for the benefit of the family.

Luisa - the third oldest grandchild who put out an absolute banger of a song. We learn through the song, Luisa is a people pleaser and has to be strong. The village and her family literally use her until she physically can't take any more pressure and loses her gift. I want to say that's Casita's way of forcing Luisa to take a break. Luisa tells Mirabel, "I'm the strong one, I'm not nervous. I'm as strong and as tough of the crust of the earth is." But its then revealed how fragile Luisa truly is.

Camilo- Gender fucking envy first of all. Secondly, does Camilo go through an identity crisis bc of the shape shifting? There's not a lot to say about Camilo because we don't see a lot of him except when he's shit talking Bruno.

Mirabel - baby. Sweet girl. Mirabel is the black sheep and Augustin, Julieta, and Luisa know it. Isabela treats Mirabel like shit. When Mirabel didn't get a gift, she essentially lost all usefulness for Alma. She doesn't have anything to exploit. Instead, Mirabel is left alone in that damn nursery for 5 years and didn't get to interact with anyone outside of most likely helping her mom pass out food or helping Delores sell fruit. Mirabel is shown, time and time again just looking for Alma's approval. It doesn't matter if she has her parents approval, her aunt and uncles, she wants her Abuelas approval so desperately but she comes to the realization, she'll never get it and it's heart breaking.

Antonio - the baby of the Madrigals. Sole cause of my baby fever returning. He's the sweetest and has shown Mirabel is his safe person. At his Ceremony, he doesn't ask his mom, dad, sister or brother. He asks for Mirabel. He gets his gift and its so cute. But with this, it's confirmed. Mirabel is the only one who didn't get a gift. Which... Is heartbreaking in it's own right.

#encanto #the family madrigal #thoughts.

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