Hey do you guys think Bruno feels even lonelier and more left out than he already feels when the Madrigals eat outside and he can’t join them behind the little crack?
Like imagine him sitting down, waiting for the family to get together for a meal but no one shows up and he goes “ah… must be a sunny day outside…It’s good that Pepa’s happy!” and just eats alone or doesn’t eat at all because he doesn’t care about the food he just cares about feeling included
Hi! I wondred if I could request a Bruno x Reader fic? Where Bruno would be ashamed and constantly worried about his age because his partner is a beautiful young person who everyone in the village loves and Bruno doesn't want his love to be hurt.just because she is with him. But his love really loves the fact that he is much older than her. (maybe 20 or 30 years younger than Bruno). Feel free to ignore it if you don't like it! I hope you have an amazing day!
I was a little tired when i wrote this so i hope it’s still good :)
↳ what are we doing?: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader
Summary: after Bruno hears the daily rumors about you and him, he starts to doubt his relationship with you.
Genre: Fluff with a little angst maybe?
“Can you actually believe that they are together as a couple?”
“He could be her father for god’s sake!”
“What does such a pretty young lady like her do with an old freak like him?”
“Yeah she could do a lot better.”
“Just ignore them.” You whispered to Bruno while giving his hand a comforting squeeze. Bruno gave you a small nod while keeping his head low.
The two of you were currently walking through the streets of the Encanto. On your way home after visiting the market. You needed to buy some groceries and Bruno offered to go with you. So here you were, walking hand in hand while you could hear the gossip all around you.
In every corner of the streets stood someone who desperately needed to say something about you and Bruno’s relationship. You didn’t care much. But it was a different story for Bruno.
Every time someone said something bad about your relationship, Bruno would feel bad about dating you. Especially when almost everyone says that you’re too pretty and too young for him.
Bruno loved you, don’t get me wrong. But after hearing so many times that he’s too old for you and that you could do better, Bruno couldn’t help but feel bad about dating you. He hates to see people talk bad about you only because you are dating him.
Maybe it would be better if Bruno took some distance from you. He absolutely didn’t want to hurt you. But it felt like he was already doing so by being with you which tore his heart apart.
“Hey are you okay?” You asked softly, pulling Bruno out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times while looking around, noticing that the two of you were already back home.
“Y-yeah i’m fine.” Bruno lied while forcing a smile. “You sure? Because if it’s about those people outside, just ignore them. They don’t know what they are saying.” You told Bruno while squeezing his shoulder.
“But they do know what they are saying mi amor.” Bruno sighed while staring into the nothingness. “What do you mean?” You frowned.
“Look at me. I’m old. I’m thirty years older than you! It’s not healthy.” Bruno said while looking down at his feet.
You didn’t know what to say. Normally Bruno would never listen to those people. But apparently that has changed.
“What are you talking about?” You laughed nervously while putting the bag of groceries down. “The people are right.” Bruno said quietly.
“No they aren’t” You scoffed while folding your arms. What was Bruno trying to say with all of this?
“Yes they are mi amor! Look at us! You’re young and beautiful while i’m old and ugly. I could be your father for god’s sake! The people are right! We’re not supposed to be together. It’s gross.”
You were absolutely speechless. You had no idea what to say or do.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” Bruno sighed while running a hand through his hair. “Bruno…” You sighed while taking a few steps forward.
Bruno immediately looked away, not wanting to make eye contact right now. “Look at me Bruno.” You said softly while reaching for his cheek.
“I love you so so much.” You smiled slightly while cupping his cheek. “I don’t care about what other people think about us and so should you. It’s not their relationship, it’s ours.”
Bruno didn’t know what to say. He knew you were right but hearing those people talk bad about him, really did something to his self image.
“Plus I actually kinda like the fact that you’re older than me.” You smirked, trying to lighten Bruno’s mood. “Y-you do?” He asked nervously while meeting your eyes.
“Yes i do.” You chuckled before pulling Bruno in a tight embrace. “I’m really sorry about all those people Bruno. They shouldn’t say such bad things about you. Next time they say something bad i will kick their asses.”
Bruno cracked a little smile while hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Let’s cuddle on the couch.” You smiled while pulling Bruno with you.
“Come here.” You smiled while laying down on the couch. Bruno slightly nodded before climbing on top of you. He got comfortable between your slightly spread legs and put his head on your chest.
You began to stroke his back while playing with his soft curly hair. You knew that playing with his hair would calm him down.
“I love you so much mi amor.” Mumbled Bruno quietly. “I love you too Brunito. And i’m really sorry about all those people. They should be ashamed of themselves.”
“H-how can you not feel a single thing when they say such things about our relationship?” Bruno asked softly.
Your lips curled up in a slight smile while kissing the top of his head. “Bruno believe me, i have those feelings too. The feeling of doubting everything. But then I remember how damn lucky i am to have you and that it’s none of their business to talk about us.”
Bruno was quiet. He took a deep breath while playing with the ends of your shirt. “It’s okay Bruno.“ You smiled while looking into his beautiful green eyes.
“I’m sorry about my sudden outburst earlier.” Bruno muttered while looking down. “Don’t worry about it mi amor. I understand.” You cupped Bruno’s cheek while placing a loving kiss on his lips.
“Next time we’re gonna kick their asses okay?” You smirked. Bruno cracked a little smile while nodding. “Next time we’re gonna kick their asses.”
I've been thinking of writing some fic about this, but first, headcanon
(Edit: so it's come to my attention that every single habit Bruno has is a normal, cultural representation for superstition in Latinoamérica. As a Puerto Rican, I'm sorry if this post ever made it seem like Bruno's habits were canonically neurodivergent when it didn't seem to be the case at all. In my country, nobody has these superstitions, although it may be because we simply have others, or being colonized by the US and Protestants took that out of our culture. I simply don't know. The point is, I was unaware of these superstitions, but this remains a headcanon where I'd still like to explore a neurodivergent and superstitious Bruno, namely him with ocd. I hope this clears things up! Thanks!)
Bruno knocks on wood seven to eight times (usually the last knock is in his head), and the first time the audience and Mirabel see him do this he has to hold his breath and cross his fingers, until he passes a certain space of the wood. Cue other compulsions/superstitious habits: the salt/sugar throwing, and the little hopscotch game with the song children are sung to when they're hurt so they can heal.
Since Casita seemed to crack and break for years and Bruno has spent a decade in perhaps the most vulnerable part of Casita (we see more cracks here than anywhere else, as if the pain of loneliness and being forgotten/blamed by the family originates these cracks), what if that big hole in the floor that Bruno is such an expert at parkour-ing was where he crashed through first?
That must've hurt like hell.
Who knows if he was physically able or if he had the courage to sneak into the kitchen to get Julieta's food (if there were leftovers).
I can only imagine the splinters, the dust, the way the rotten and broken wood tore his skin and left him sore. Let's say he was trying to establish his hidden room as well, and he had to spend that first night with wounds open for infection, covered in dust, surrounded by none other than rats. You see where I'm going right? Mans got sick.
Maybe all he had to help disinfect/purify his wounds (though it hurt so much he had to bite something to muffle his groans of pain) was salt. (Dolores definitely heard him.) Maybe the only thing that soothed his tears and the burning itch in his throat to cough, was whispering what his mother would sing to him, over and over again. ("Sana, sana, colita de rana")
(fun fact: in puerto rico we say "sana curita sana, si no se sana hoy que se sane mañana")
Coupled with the cold and the infections he didn't treat quickly enough, that night must've also triggered a fever. But I think he was able to beg the rats to steal some arepas when the sun began to shine over the crack in the wall, and Julieta's signature humming could be heard along with the clattering of plates and utensils.
Shivering and sweaty as he nibbled food he was a little too nauseous to enjoy, until he slowly began to regain energy upon the first swallow. The fever broke, the aching and soreness faded. But not his shivers. The fall would wake him up in nightmares for years to come.
So he learns how to tiptoe and jump over every crack and gaping hole. He learns to spend the nights in the cold. He learns to fix some of the cracks. He pleads the wood every time he walks upon it, holding his breath, begging Casita to not let him fall again. And he tries to sing it to heal, to not break, to be purified by the salt, just like he was.
It becomes a compulsion to avert any disaster fairly quickly. He can't breathe, can't sleep, until he knocks with bruised knuckles. Until he holds salt in his hands.
i | Harbingers of Change | Bruno Madrigal
Bruno Madrigal x Original AFAB Character
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cw: sensory overload, panic attacks
“¡Mierda! I can’t believe him!” Gabriéla stormed in through the big red archway of her family’s beautiful, traditional farmhouse, muttering and cursing to herself.
Her mother was the first one to rush over to her side, immediately grabbing Gabriéla by the arm to pull her closer as the rest of the family gathered around them.
“He - it’s impossible! That tonto, how dare he even suggest that I - “
“Gabriéla! Cálmate, what happened?”
With a curious expression, little Sofía stood up from her spot on the tiled floor where she had been drawing little symbols in the settled dust and rushed to the spectacle unfolding right by their front door.
Her entire extended family, including her cousins, tíos and tías had gathered around Sofía’s cousin Gabriéla, who was standing in the middle of the room, her brown skin flushed with anger.
A pang of worry shot through Sofía - she knew this meant no good.
Their little village, a charming place called Encanto, was unlike anything Sofía had ever seen before she’d been sent here after the tragic death of her parents - colorful, peaceful, full of cheerful people.
Having spent the first few years of her life in a bigger town farther out in the country where everything was gray and everyone always seemed sad, this village had been a blessing for her dwindling mental health, especially after the tragedy that had befallen her.
Not only was this place granting her a welcome distraction with all of its nooks and crannies to explore, but it had provided her with a family. Granted, her abuelo Dario had not been terribly excited about the new addition to his household, already struggling to feed every mouth of the family with the meager earnings their farm provided them with, but he had still given her a roof over her head and plenty of work to do - perhaps a little too much for a little four-year-old girl.
Recently, times had been even tougher.
The founder of this town, a young mother called Alma, lived in a beautiful house at the edge of town with her kids - magical triplets.
A few months ago, on their fifth birthday, the three had received their gifts, otherworldly, surreal, mysterious gifts.
The eldest daughter, a girl called Julieta, had been blessed with the gift of being able to create foods that would heal others’ ailments, however bad they were.
The other daughter, a ginger girl called Pepa, had received the gift to control the weather with her mood - something the kid had evidently struggled to deal with as the town had been cursed with turbulent, unpredictable weather, mostly relentless rain and hail for the past few weeks - a true threat to Sofía’s family’s farm.
They had hoped it would relent as the girl got used to her gift and learned to control it, use it for good, but so far it had been dangerous, to say the least; a danger to the family, their crops, and their livelihoods.
The youngest child, a boy called Bruno, had received what many considered more of a curse than a blessing - the ability to see the future. Many called upon him to see their own and often cursed him for prophesying something they would have rather not known at all.
In the wake of the threat of financial ruin, Sofía’s abuelo had sent his granddaughter Gabriéla to see Bruno and beg him for a vision of their future, a way to know how to save their farm.
“He’s just a stupid little child! No miracle, just a liar and an idiot!”
“Language, Gabriéla.” Sofía's tío Matias intercepted, only to be brushed aside by his wife Adella, who forced herself even closer to her daughter to inquire further.
“What happened? What did he show you?” Gabriéla shook her head so her long curls bounced around her head in the way that always made Sofía smile, however today, she remained unfazed.
“Oh, you want to know what he showed me? Here!” With shaking hands, Gabriéla withdrew a rectangular greenish piece of glass from her bag and shoved it into her mother’s hands with another angry sigh.
Sofía had to suppress the urge to run downstairs and see for herself, too tense was the situation she saw unfolding before her. All the faces she could make out grew to reflect Gabriéla’s anger upon studying the piece of glass.
“Can you imagine that kid has the gall to suggest I’d marry Andres? That arrogant idiot, that imbecile…” Gabriéla trailed off, just enough for her mother Adella to interrupt in the most confused tone Sofía had ever heard her speak in.
“What? That you’ll marry…”
Abuelo Dario interrupted, grabbing the girl’s shoulder roughly to turn her towards him.
“What did you ask him to do?”
Suddenly, Gabriéla’s confidence visibly waned, and her gaze fell to the tiled floor.
“I… I don’t know, I had to know I…”
“Gabriéla! What did you ask him?!”
“I needed to see who I would marry, okay? I had to; I can’t deal with this uncertainty, I can’t deal with the pressure, I can’t…“
Sofía was young, but not too young to have noticed the incredible pressure her family put on their children, pressure to succeed in life, pressure to marry, pressure to have children as soon as possible.
It felt disgusting to her. Gabriéla was fifteen, barely around ten years older than Sofía herself, and definitely still a child, but to her parents, all that counted was marrying her off to the most opportune suitor.
“Our family is in danger, our livelihood is in danger, and you ask about your love life?” The rage in Abuelo's voice was evident, and Gabriéla took a few steps backwards until her back collided with the stone wall of their home.
“I could not care less about who you’re going to marry if our livelihood is at stake, if we don’t know if we’re going to survive this, Gabriéla, do you not understand that?”
“I do, but - “
“No but! Who knows if he’ll grant us another vision? Who knows if they’ll help us now! For all I know, you just wasted our last chance!”
“I’m sorry…” The tears that streamed down Gabriéla’s face seemed to go unnoticed by most of the other family members, too preoccupied with themselves to notice her heaving breaths and trembling frame.
“Go to your room.”
“Go to your room! I do not want to see you here again until I call on you.” Gabriéla left without another word, silently passing by Sofía to vanish on the staircase behind her.
Sofía felt like crying with her.
Of course, Gabriéla would want to have some assurance of what the future would bring, especially in an area she was neither experienced nor particularly interested in that her parents kept pressuring her into. Of course she would use the only chance she got to see who she would end up with, to make it easier, no, more bearable for herself than the constant pressure Sofía was sure she found herself under - only to find out that she was supposed to end up marrying the town idiot, a boy neither Gabriéla nor Sofía could not stand with all of his boisterous laughter and his practically dripping arrogance. She could hardly understand what kind of toll that had to have taken on Gabriéla.
Then again, she had to agree the family had bigger problems.
If they didn’t find a way to save their crops, they would run out of money soon enough. That meant no food, it meant starvation; it meant poverty; it meant death in the long run.
Sofía withdrew to her room when the first tears started to fall.
“Skip the second and the fourth stair, then the second to last, those creak,” Sofía whispered to herself as she snuck through the narrow corridors of the family home.
After the fight had died down she had gone to her room, a little space in a back corner of the house that used to be a storage closet, just to lie on the ground and wait until her tears subsided.
When the afternoon had come, and the house was mostly quiet, she had made a decision.
Sofía would go see Bruno and ask him for another vision.
She knew he might refuse or he might ask something in return, so she’d dug up the little amount of money her parents had left her and rushed out of her room.
Her hands were clutching the little bag of coins as tightly as she could so it wouldn’t jingle as she crouched down to slink around the last corner separating her from the front door.
Sofía froze. Straight ahead, right by the dinner table, her tía Alejandra knelt on the ground, her face hidden in her hands as sobs shook her entire frame, her son Félix comforting her with a hand on her back.
“I just… I don’t know what we’re gonna do…”
“We’ll figure something out, mamá. We’ll find a way out of this.”
“I’ll get us out of this.” Sofía whispered to herself in a silent promise, then quietly made her way out of the front door and towards the Madrigal’s home.
Even though Sofía had never been close to it before, the Madrigal house wasn’t hard to find.
Most of the town sat in a lush valley between the mountains surrounding Encanto, just a little below the spot where the colorful house stood so it was visible from almost anywhere within town, towering over the other residents like a giant guardian angel.
If it had been impressive from further away, Sofía barely had words to describe what it looked like as she drew close enough to admire the beautiful greenery surrounding it, the exterior sprinkled with blooming vines and exotic flowers that thrived in Encanto’s humid climate, the ancient-looking trees and magnificent wax palms, the vibrant colors in the house’s facade and the stunning adornments on its every window.
Sofía could have spent hours studying the intricate details of the house’s exterior, memorizing it as best as she could to draw it in one of the last pages of her frayed old sketchbook later, but all of a sudden she was interrupted by the house’s emerald green door swinging open by itself.
“What…” she whispered to herself in confusion. There was no one else in sight, just the house and herself.
Maybe Sofía was just tired, maybe she was imagining things, maybe she wasn’t even truly here! Maybe she would wake up in mere moments, in her own bed at home, her parents sleeping just a room over.
Perhaps she should just go back to the family home and this had been a bad idea after all.
A sudden sense of dread filled Sofía, but as anxious as she was, she could feel something about the strange house pulling her in.
The inside was no less beautiful than the outside, vibrant and elegantly decorated. The main floor was made of gorgeous stone tiles laid out in a circular pattern, the walls a welcoming light orange color that contrasted wonderfully with the vast amount of green, blooming plants standing and hanging in every corner. A gallery ran along the upper edge of the main room, defined by a sky blue railing and support beams, doors on either side up- and downstairs, clearly leading to different areas of the home.
“¿Te puedo ayudar?” Sofía felt herself flinch as a voice spoke just to her left, and suddenly she found herself opposite a girl about her age in a wide, blue-ish skirt and a white shirt with dark brown curls that barely reached her chin.
Her immediate discomfort was instantly alleviated when she locked her gaze with the other girl’s, somewhat confused but overwhelmingly kind.
“Perdon, I don’t mean to intrude but the door opened by itself and I - “ The corners of the other girl’s mouth turned upwards into a wide smile, and Sofía could almost feel all the tension falling off of her.
“Oh, that’d be casita! If it trusts you, then I trust you!” It was the house that had led her in? The actual house? Truly, what else had Sofía expected from the home of a magical family? “My name is Julieta. It’s nice to meet you!”
Oh, of course, she was one of the gifted kids! Sofía reached out and shook Julieta’s hand, a gesture that felt somehow too mature for both of their ages.
“I’m Sofía, I’m here for a vision, if that’s possible.” Julieta nodded enthusiastically.
“You’re here to see Bruno! He’s my hermano, it’s okay.” Sofía remained silent, but as though she could sense her hesitation, Julieta squeezed her hand as she continued. “No need to be nervous, Sofía! I’m sure whatever it is you’re looking for, Brunito will help you find it.”
The fact that she called her brother Brunito alone calmed Sofía down considerably. With the way Gabriéla had spoken about the fortuneteller, his gift had sounded intimidating, almost a little scary, but although Sofía was still so nervous that her knees felt weak, Julieta helped her confidence a great deal.
“Casita, can you show us where he is?” Julieta had barely even finished her question when the house creaked for a moment, just before a few of the flooring tiles lifted one after the other, directing them to one of the stairways leading up onto the gallery.
Sofía was just about to express her awe for a house like this when they turned another corner and the moving tiles abruptly stopped indicating the way. Confused, she took a look around, just before her eyes settled on a figure barely a few feet away from them.
Concealed by one of the many gigantic plants that had apparently found their place on the wide gallery of the casa Madrigal, there stood a boy. His short black hair was unruly like her own and Julieta’s, ruffled by the slight breeze of the open window he was staring out of, seemingly deep in thought.
Following Julieta even closer, she could clearly see him flinch as his sister softly spoke his name.
“Bruno?” His green ruana brushed over Sofía’s lower calf as he whirled around in a panicked turn. His eyes were puffy and glossed over, almost like he had been crying, and Sofía couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain deep in her chest as Bruno’s distressed gaze settled on Julieta almost immediately.
“Am I in the way? I’m sorry, I’ll go, no hay problema.”
The boy was gone faster than Sofía could even react. Only Julieta, who seemed to be used to his antics, was fast enough to catch him by the tail end of his ruana, pulling him to a stop in the middle of the corridor.
Without words, she caught up with his side and laid her hand on his shoulder, an understanding look in their eye and there was a brief pause as the two of them seemed to communicate nonverbally and his posture relaxed a little.
Only then did Julieta speak up.
“Bruno, I want you to meet Sofía. She came to meet you for a vision.”
When Bruno turned around to face her, a certain type of unease noticeably creeped into his blanching expression, but when he spoke his tone didn’t reflect it, merely nervousness.
“Me? Oh, yes, of course, me! A vision, why yes, coming right up!” Sofía had to suppress a smile at his rapid ramblings, intent on being as kind and polite as she could possibly be.
“I can come back another time if it’s a bad time right now.” She could see it in the way his shoulders slumped in relief that he considered it, but just when lifted his head in a subtle nod and was about to speak, a loud crack of thunder sounded above them as another little girl came running up from behind them.
“Pepa! What happened?” Julieta laid her hand onto the ginger girl’s back, intently focussed on the streams of tears running down the younger girl’s face.
“I… I was in the kitchen trying to help you out, but then I slipped and I cut my finger and it hurts…” She whimpered in between sniffles, and with a quick nod to Sofía and a soothing hand on Pepa’s back, Julieta started to guide her sister back downstairs, probably towards the kitchen.
It was only when they were walking away that Sofía noticed the fluffy dark storm cloud hovering above Pepa’s head.
When the two sisters left her field of vision, Sofía turned back around to where Bruno had stood, only to see him walking away from her without a word.
“Bruno!” She could hear how frantic her voice was as she scrambled after him, but she had to talk to him. She had to. “Bruno, I’m really sorry about this, but…”
Even when she caught up with him and walked by his side, he didn’t look at her, head stoically facing forwards.
“Your sister Pepa’s gift is making it really hard for my family. We’re farmers, that’s how we make our living, and with the constant rain and hail and the drops in temperature, we just… we need to know if this harvest will make it.”
“My cousin Gabriéla was here today, she was supposed to ask about our future but she made it all about herself and who she was going to marry, just because her parents keep putting this insane pressure on her to marry rich and marry soon and give them lots of grandchildren, so she asked for that vision instead, which I can understand but now… Now we don’t know what is going to happen, and my family - they’re all crying and I’m so, so scared…”
It was only when the first sob escaped her that Bruno stopped, right at the foot of a small flight of stairs. He looked like she had struck him across the face, a mixture of pain and unease on his face as he turned towards her.
“I can’t promise you’ll like what I see.”
“I can’t change what will happen either way.”
“It’s not my fault if I see something bad.” It sounded like Bruno said this more to himself than to Sofía. Then again, she’d heard how Gabriéla had spoken about him, like it was his fault what he had seen in her future.
She nodded in response, but offered him a verbal response as well.
“I know.” He sighed, then gestured towards the door before them.
“Come with me.”
The ascent up the seemingly endless stairs was strenuous. Sofía’s chest was hurting and she could feel her lungs strain, almost rattle with every breath she took, not to mention the ache the rest of her body was enduring.
Bruno appeared only barely less affected than her, panting heavily by the time they reached the top of the enormous stone tower that she assumed to be his “room”.
Sofía wanted to ask if he had to make this exhausting journey every time he entered and left his room, she wanted to ask if he had to take that tumble through the sandy waterfall every time; she wanted to ask where he slept, where he spent his time, but most of all, she wanted to ask if he was okay.
She knew what it meant to be forced to grow up much earlier than kids their age should, what it was like to have great expectations thrust upon you, to have them looming over you every second of your life - something Sofía was sure their gifts must burden the family with as well.
Alas, she was too shy to ask about any of it.
A rickety suspension bridge led them across the scope of a wide ravine between the top of the stone stairs and the other side where the room continued in a shallow walkway that eerily reminded her of ancient Egyptian tombs (a major interest of one of her older cousins).
The walls depicted several iterations of an older man with piercing eyes, a big nose and shoulder length wavy hair, the same seemingly older version of Bruno himself Sofía had already caught a glimpse of on his magical door, illustrated with his hands spread out wide on either side of his body like an old-fashioned prophet - then again, she supposed that was entirely what Bruno was.
Ahead of them, a round door with etchings that were definitely reminiscent of the hourglass theme that seemed inescapable in anything that related to Bruno in this house made way to a wider round cave that looked, again, to be mostly carved from stone.
The edges of the cave-like structure were guarded by tall stones probably twice her size, whilst the wall space between them was filled up with a wide band-like row of hourglasses, connected by a long line at top and bottom and a few dots in between, extending the entire inside of the room.
Bruno crossed the distance to the middle of the circular room quickly, plopping himself down near a round sand pit surrounded by peculiar dark triangular markings that spanned the entirety of the room’s floors. Thick dark lines surrounded the pit whilst others looked like they connected the borders of it to the outer walls of the room in a wavy pattern that reminded Sofía of a swirl reminiscent of the one she always achieved when she turned too quickly and her skirt whirled around her.
When she let her eyes wander further over the strangeness of the room she was in, she discovered those same markings mirrored up on the ceiling, like some abstract depiction of star constellations or complex geometrical patterns.
Bruno seemed content to wait for her to finish looking around, though a certain sense of dread in his gaze told her he was waiting on her judgment. Instead, she offered him a timid smile, one he only weakly returned.
“You can sit down.”
Sofía followed his timid invitation, sitting down just across from him on the sandy ground before trying to lock eyes with him again. Bruno, however, averted his gaze to the floor beneath them before he managed to speak again.
“I’m still pretty new to this, but I’ll do my best to help.” Sofía nodded enthusiastically as she crossed her legs beneath herself.
“I really appreciate that.”
Her words visibly startled him as he abruptly raised his head to glance at her, as though he was completely taken aback by what she had said.
“You… you do?” Bruno’s voice was quieter and more hesitant than ever before, almost as if he hadn’t meant to ask his question aloud. If he needed reassurance, Sofía was more than ready to give him just that.
“I’m very grateful you’re even trying, Bruno, I really am. I’ll pay you all I have; it’s not much, but it’s all I can do - “ He interrupted her by frantically waving his hands, a clear panic in his eyes.
“No no no no, I refuse, I won’t take any money from you. I mean, not just you - I never do, it feels wrong. Don’t worry about money, is what I’m trying to say.”
Sofía liked his nervous ramblings, and this time she couldn’t help but giggle to herself at his desperate expression before she answered him.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
Bruno let out a major sigh, letting the silence between them fester as he closed his eyes for a moment to take a couple of deep breaths.
Then, as if commanded by something invisible to the naked eye, he suddenly snapped his eyes open, more determined than ever, holding his hands out to her.
Sofía took them, perhaps a bit too eagerly, as he almost pulled back at her enthusiasm.
Another deep breath later, Bruno locked eyes with her again.
“Don’t let go, no matter what happens, okay?” She gave him a nod in response.
“Okay. I trust you.”
If she had been more focused on Bruno, Sofía would have noticed the faint blush that came over his cheeks at her words.
However, as it was, she was far too preoccupied with wondering how this vision was going to work and worrying about what Bruno was going to see in her and her family’s future.
Barely a second passed after he closed his eyes before the sand around them started to shift, slowly at first, then, abruptly, all at once. It rose in the air, circling around them counterclockwise as if surrounding them in a bubble, seemingly shielding them from the rest of the world.
Slowly but surely, threads of grains around them started to light up in a bright unnatural green, whirling around them at dazzling speeds. As their surroundings lit up more and more, gradually, the glowing grains started to form into vague shapes.
Immediately, Sofía gripped Bruno’s hands tighter than ever as she felt goosebumps spread over her skin, and her gaze focussed back on him just when he opened his eyes.
Gone were the kind brown eyes she had grown accustomed to, replaced by irises glowing in the same strange shade of green as the surrounding sand. His dark curls were blowing in the wind that had picked up, his skin visibly paling as his eyes opened wider and looked through Sofía as if she wasn’t even there, unfocussed, unblinking - seeking.
Suddenly, the shapes around them started to get clearer, forming into images she could recognize.
There was flowing water, a flood over the fields she could clearly recognize as their own, shriveling crops, empty plates on their big wooden dinner table.
Then, the grains shifted entirely, and there were two figures, one holding their hands out to the other. As soon as their fingers touched, the entirety of the sand lit up a bright yellow, and the same images began to play again - only differently.
Blooming crops on her family’s fields, overfilled plates, smiling faces she couldn’t quite recognize.
Then, just as the sand began to settle, a last image. Two adults standing next to each other, gripping each other’s hands tightly before enveloping each other in a hug that made both of them smile widely.
Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was all over.
Silence fell upon them as Bruno’s eyes returned back to normal and he slowly set Sofía’s hands down to pick up a jade colored piece of glass, the same kind she recognized seeing in her cousin’s hands earlier this evening.
It seemed to have caught a particular moment in the vision, one person holding out their hands to the other just before the blinding climax of glowing sand had whirled around them; only now, the faces were clearer.
There was no doubt about it, one of the two was Sofía.
“Something is off. This hand thing, I can’t figure out. Something…” Bruno’s scratchy voice caught her off guard, and he looked as though he was entirely lost in thought, talking to himself more than to her.
After a minute, Sofía forced herself to speak up.
“What about… what about my family?”
As though pulling him out of a trance, Bruno suddenly came back to himself, meeting her eyes only for a moment before he focussed off into the distance.
“The next few months will be tough. The weather will be unruly, unpredictable, not only thanks to my sister. There will be issues, many of them, and your family will have to rely on their other talents until it relents.”
Sofía nodded, and she was fascinated seeing Bruno’s expression slowly grow vacant. “There is something… Something happens that will fix this. Something will change things, but I can’t see it. Something with the hands, something with you, but I…”
He paused, and it almost looked as though he had completely stopped breathing in the way he froze, apparently to let his mind wander. With a shudder, he shook it off and threw her a gentle smile, still without looking at her.
“When it gets better, it’s going to be wonderful. Food enough for everyone in all of Encanto, and enough money to take care of the whole family.” Sofía couldn’t suppress the tears of relief that rolled down her cheeks at Bruno’s words. He, however, looked more uncomfortable by the second, fidgeting with his fingers as his eyes met the ground between them, entirely unmoving.
“It will all pass, but for now, your family will suffer.”
Sofía offered him another nod, but by now, he seemed completely unresponsive. Slowly, as to not startle him, she lifted her hand to reach out to him. Bruno flinched, eyes scrunched shut, his posture defensive, scared, as though he thought she might hit him.
Stunned by his reaction, Sofía slowed her movements, but didn’t miss the shudder that shook Bruno’s body when she took his hands in hers again. He let out a breath, as if he had been holding it, and gradually, he visibly relaxed again.
She gave him a little while to calm down, merely holding his hands in hers as she waited for his breathing to slow again, only then did she muster the courage to speak.
“Thank you, Bruno.” He stiffened again, and she could feel his questioning expression even before she could see it on his face.
“You’ve helped me and my family a lot, I will never forget that. We owe you; I owe you.” She could tell Bruno knew she was sincere, but somehow that seemed to deter him even more. He shook his head as though to negate what she had said, as though he couldn’t believe her words.
“But I… It wasn’t good, the vision.”
“No, that’s true. For now, it wasn’t good news, but I know everything will be okay eventually. I came here for an honest look into the future and you delivered. I am forever in your debt for that.”
Bruno nodded, about as lightly as he could, barely lifting his head at all, all the while staring at her with an expression of pure disbelief. Just when Sofía thought she could see him tearing up, he broke eye contact, focusing on their hands instead.
“Thank you,” he mumbled quietly, and this time it was Sofía who responded in disbelief.
“Yes, thank you for… thank you for being so nice.” Oh. They shared a kind smile, one that reached his eyes this time. Sofía squeezed his hands one last time before she spoke.
The small flight of stairs that led from Bruno’s door back to the main floor of Casita was nothing compared to the tower Sofía had had to make her way down from again. How Bruno did it every day, she had no idea.
She remembered the way they had come, but Casita seemed to take on the responsibility of showing her the way out, just like it had led her to Bruno earlier. With slight clunking sounds, one tile after the other lifted, guiding her back around the corner to the gallery.
Now that the sun was setting, the whole place was doused in deep orange light, making the entirety of its interior look even more magical than it already did, not to speak of the four shining doors that ran along the north side of the walls.
Sofía had taken a moment to internalize the wonderful art of Bruno’s door as she had left, completely speechless at the way the golden light seemed to waver like lava beneath the carved wood.
Similarly, she now meant to sneak glances at the other doors as she walked past them, but Casita seemed determined to move her straight past Julieta’s door, pushing her forward by moving the tiles beneath her feet to bring her to the door just behind that one. Without getting the chance to see whose it was or if it even was one of the magical doors, it opened and Casita pushed her inside without hesitation.
Protesting, Sofía tried to lean back to escape the house’s clutch on her, but she was too busy trying to keep her balance as the floor beneath her shifted to move her into the middle of the room.
It was a grownup’s room, for certain. Dark wooden beams ran along the low ceiling, the walls were painted in a warm shade of off-white, contrasting with the dark rosewood furniture along the walls. The dresser just ahead of her held an old stained glass lamp in blue tones, one that was very alike the one her mother had owned with its gentle slopes downward that reminded her of the vague shape of a mushroom. She could only imagine what it would look like when it was turned on, casting the entire room in a magical cerulean light, almost like it was underwater.
Next to the lamp stood a framed picture of a young man, one that very vaguely resembled Bruno, so Sofía assumed it was the triplets’ deceased father. As though he were still alive, Sofía nodded at him apologetically for intruding, but was quickly distracted when Casita turned her towards her left.
There was a window overlooking the courtyard, its dark wooden shutters drawn inward to rest against the cream-colored walls.
All confusion as to why she was here vanished when her eyes settled on a burning candle on the windowsill.
It was a large, white candle, its flame intensely captivating, almost pulsating, as if beckoning her to come closer. The gentle outlines of a butterfly looked to be engraved into its wax similarly to how Casita’s doors were engraved, emanating a soft glow from the inside. The flame radiated a pleasant glimmer, and it looked as though it emitted little sparks that moved so slowly that it almost resembled very slow fireflies that were circling around it.
Without thinking, Sofía followed the candle’s gravitational pull, letting herself get dragged closer to the window within mere moments.
The closer she got, the more her body seemed to react to the candle’s proximity; her spine was tingling heavily and her hands were itching to reach out and run her fingers over the delicately engraved butterfly.
Something was wrong, Sofía could feel it deep inside her bones, but she couldn’t help follow the candle’s call when it felt so right, when it made her feel so powerful as her hand reached out almost by itself until her fingers hovered above the warm wax.
When her fingertips brushed over the waxy surface of the outside of the candle, an intense feeling of energy rushed through her, almost enough to send her careening backwards, had the creak of the floor behind her not startled her almost as equally.
Sofía whirled around in shock and the embarrassment of the situation suddenly hit her when she saw Bruno standing in the doorway, his eyes just as wide open as his mouth.
She was a guest in this house; she was merely tolerated here, and not only had she overstayed her welcome after exploiting the Madrigal son’s precious gift, but now she had also intruded one of their other rooms, invaded somebody’s bedroom without permission and touched their most precious possession.
The crushing weight of her guilt brought immediate tears to Sofía’s eyes, and she had to fight the urge to scramble past Bruno to run away and never look back.
“Lo siento, I… This is going to sound so stupid but I got lost and then Casita led me here and - “ As if to back up her words, one of the window shutters interrupted her to wave enthusiastically and push Sofía just a little closer to the boy still stiffly stood in the doorway.
That seemed to set Bruno straight, and he nodded at her quickly and motioned towards the door he stood in.
“Oh, that’s okay, I’ll… I’ll show you out, no pasa nada. ”
Relief flooded her senses as soon as they exited the room belonging to “Alma” as the door stated, endlessly grateful for Bruno’s understanding nature. Still, Sofía was keen on leaving as quickly as possible to avoid confrontation with the triplets’ mother, who was bound to react much more harshly to the fact that someone had invaded her private room - assuming it had been hers.
Rounding the corner to take one of the two staircases downstairs again, Sofía was suddenly overcome by another weird feeling, a strange tingling in her gut that made her freeze.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted another peculiar sparkling, just like the candle in Bruno’s mother’s room had, and instinctively snapped her head towards it.
There, on the wall of the gallery just beside the corridor that had led to Bruno’s endless staircase of a room, a glowing wooden door seemed to appear out of nowhere, as if growing into existence out of thin air from the ground up. Similarly to the other doors she had seen, its luminosity was wavering, like a fire was burning just behind the door’s thin wooden planks.
The fingers of her right hand where Sofía had touched the candle suddenly twitched, itching to touch the glowing door knob that abruptly sprouted out of nowhere.
By now, Bruno had noticed she wasn’t walking alongside him anymore, and turned back towards her, following her line of sight to what she was focussed on - and his face fell.
“Everything alright?” As if in slow motion, the boy crept closer to the peculiar door, completely ignoring Sofía’s question. It was only when she followed suit that she could hear him muttering to himself in confused whispers.
“This… this is impossible, this can’t be…”
“Are you okay?” As if her touch had awoken him from some kind of hypnotic state, he suddenly stared at her, his pupils blown wide with confusion.
“Stay here, I… I need to go, I need to get mamá.” Without another word, Bruno pushed past her back to the stairs, his breathing and movements erratic.
“Bruno! What’s going on?” Sofía was aware it was none of her business, but the boy’s look of sheer and utter terror had moved her to follow him without hesitation, stumbling towards the staircase just behind him.
He looked back at her only once, and promptly stumbled and careened past the first stair, immediately falling forwards. It was pure luck Sofía’s hand was close enough to grab him by the tail end of his ruana similarly to how Julieta had done it earlier in the evening, barely preventing him from tumbling to the bottom of the stairs.
“¡Mierda!” he choked out as the neck of his clothes restricted his airflow just for the moment it took to catch himself on the blue banister beside him.
“Bruno!” The female voice that answered from the bottom of the stairs seemed scolding at first, but when Sofía caught sight of the young woman rushing towards them, Julieta and Pepa in tow, she could tell there was more worry in her tone than sincere anger.
When Bruno reached her side, his voice was strained as though someone had tried to strangle him, and he was holding his throat with one hand while the other wildly gestured around himself.
“Mamá! I had a vision, but when we came back - the door…” Slowly, Julieta took a step forward to rest a hand on her brother's outstretched arm.
“Cálmate Brunito, breathe.”
Bruno struggled for a moment, but after a deep breath, he focussed on his mother again.
“There’s a door upstairs, mamá, a new door.”
“What?!” This time, all three women reacted with the same sense of bewilderment on their faces, and it became clear even to Sofía that this was highly unusual.
“It appeared when we were walking past it, just at the top of the stairs. I don’t know what happened - “
He flinched only slightly at his mother’s interruption, otherwise unfazed as he led them back up the stairs, both girls hiding behind their mother as Bruno pointed towards the glowing door with shaking hands.
Sofía stood off to the side, hoping and praying to fuse with the walls of Casita if it meant to get out of this situation as soon as possible, but as the woman slowly turned around to her with wide eyes, she knew she was in trouble.
“You… Who are you?” Once again, Sofía had to fight the urge to turn and run down the stairs straight out the front door. As though it knew, Casita pulled up some of the tiles beneath her, pushing her to close some of the distance between herself and the triplet’s mother. She seemed to soften at the sight of the scared child in front of her, and Sofía felt some of her anxiety vanish when the older woman knelt down before her to continue speaking.
“Don’t be scared, you did nothing wrong, mijita. This house is magical, and we have seen it do incredible things for us and this town, but something like this has never happened before.” Her voice was kind and understanding, the patient tone of a mother. “My children were blessed with their gifts when they turned 5 years old barely a few months ago. We were not expecting anything like this to be bestowed upon anyone else in this community.”
Be bestowed? Sofía’s breath caught in her throat as the reality of the situation sunk in. Surely, she couldn’t be insinuating… And yet, a nagging thought in the back of her head gave her confidence this wasn’t a misplaced joke, the same thought that she had been trying to suppress all day.
“It’s my birthday today…” The woman’s face softened yet again, and she nodded understandingly.
“Your fifth?” Sofía only managed a haphazard nod before she spoke again.
“I don’t… I don’t understand.”
“It’s okay, cariña, it’s okay, I promise. Come here.”
Sofía felt as though her feet were bolted to the floor, that’s how little control she had over moving her body. Desperation filled her, and she couldn’t help but snap her eyes towards Bruno, who was still standing several feet behind his mother.
His nervousness hadn’t faded, but he seemed less panicked than before, and while his expression was certainly confused, he immediately offered her a kind smile when their lines of sight crossed. Had Sofía been able to pay closer attention, she also would have noticed his hands twitching as though he was itching to reach out and comfort her.
When she managed to step closer to the young mother, she couldn’t help but be calmed slightly by the kind eyes boring into her own. The triplets’ mother took a deep breath, inspiring Sofía to do the same before they talked further.
“What’s your name, querida ?”
“I’m Sofía.” The woman nodded, continuing in her kind, understanding tone.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Sofía. My name is Alma.” Alma shot her a compassionate smile and motioned behind herself. “Casita seems to have decided to grant you a gift as well.”
Sofía could practically feel the blood draining from her face.
“This is your door, Sofía.” Alma gestured to the golden doorknob that displayed a large “S”.
“But… I mean, my door?” Alma’s soft chuckle reverberated through the open room they were in, and she brought a hand down to softly rest on Sofía’s shoulder.
“Yes, your door to your room. If Casita has chosen you, you are always welcome in our home, mijita.”
Without warning, Pepa jumped beside the two of them, a wide, happy grin on her face.
“She’ll be like one of us, mamí ?”
“Sí, it seems she’ll get a gift of her own, just like the three of you.”
A gift? A gift of her own? Despite the family’s sincere words, Sofía couldn’t help but doubt this wasn’t some elaborate joke, a hyperrealistic dream or simply her going completely insane; there was no way she was special enough to be chosen to receive a gift as meaningful as this. There must have been some type of misunderstanding, maybe the house had mistaken her for someone else falsely offered her this opportunity, or maybe -
“Just go stand in front of the door when you’re ready, Sofía.”
Sofía was decidedly not ready. She had no idea what to expect, and she was scared to the bone, but there was no denying the thrill of excitement she felt as she slowly made her way towards the glowing wooden door.
Still, when she stopped only a couple feet away from it, she couldn’t help but look around helplessly, eyes latching onto Bruno who was standing just beside her, staring back at her with a distinct look of pity in his deep brown eyes. She could feel her hands shaking when she evaded his gaze to look down at the tiled floor as her eyes started to tear up. How embarrassing.
Granted, her overwhelmedness was most certainly justified, and yet there was an intense amount of shame boiling up within her at her own timidity and reserve, but then again -
Suddenly, there was a soft touch on her shoulder. When Sofía looked up towards her right it was already gone, Bruno’s hand awkwardly hovering in the air between them for a moment as though she’d caught him off-guard before he pulled it back to rest along his side.
As if inspired by his forwardness, Pepa promptly jumped behind Sofía to rest her hands on her back while Julieta looped her arm through Sofía’s in a highly comforting motion.
It dawned on Sofía now - they had to have felt the same when they had received their gifts. They knew the feeling, knew how scared and nervous she was, and it was beyond any doubt that their sympathy helped; and yet, it wasn’t until Bruno held out his hand again and Sofía threaded her fingers through his that she found the strength to take a final step forwards to unveil her destiny.
Bruno had a vision about Vineeta where she was coming to terms with her past traumas regards her family and was crying, but when Bruno brought it up to her, she lashed out at him and didn’t talk to him for a day. Vineeta wasn’t angry at him, but terrified of dealing with her past - by the end of the day she realized what she had done, and when she went to see Bruno, he was sulking thinking that he had made another person hate him cause of his gift. She wanted to apologize to him, but he kept deflecting saying how it was his fault. Vineeta was shocked that he’d even think that and this scene follows that:
In general I thought this would be something Bruno would need to hear from anyone in his family(or the town),
but of course I like Vineeta trying to be emotionally vulnerable and honest with Bruno, setting her foot down when he tries to put the blame on himself
(I got some of the dialogue from a prompt, and if I find it I’ll post it here)
ANGST!! VERY SAD ANGST!! AND ALSO TALK ABOUT GRAPHIC SELF HARM BY SCRATCHING!! ALSO INCLUDES TALK OF EYE GORE!!
Bruno not being able to harm his eyes directly due to it being essential for his gift, so despite attempting to scratch his eyes out as a way to stop his visions it only damages all the skin around his eyes (not eyelids either since its also essential to keep the eyes healthy/working). Just Bruno with dozens of scratches all around his eyes where he tried to rip them out or blind himself. After continuous failed attempts he just wears blindfolds or anything he can find to cover his eyes (and the scars). Even using his hood as a way to prevent him from seeing sometimes, this thankfully stopped while he was in the walls because of the tight spacing preventing most visions.
Honestly I was very close to just leaving this in the drafts cause it's not something I usually think of/would post. But I remembered seeing fanart of a character doing something similar and I couldn't help but think of Bruno and some of the awful things he must have seen and tried to stop seeing :(
Anyways once again hope y'all have/had a good day! And I may be a little inactive because I've been busy with school sadly😭
PART 2/? The Encanto Triplets Things get a bit stormy. Now Pepa out of anger, said something that she regrets.
Sometimes Antonio rather talks to animals than to people, because they don't expect anything from him and keep all of his secrets.
Sometimes Camilo transforms into other people when they're alone, because it's one of those days when others have prettier hair, faces, bodies and when they can't stand themself.
Sometimes Dolores blasts her music so loud that it hurts her ears, because the air is whispering again and that last secret was just one too many.
Sometimes Mirabel hides in the walls and sits in the dark for hours, because Casita is always there for her and she has to disappear for just a little bit.
Sometimes Luisa lifts tables and wardrobes until her arms burn, because something has to keep her from thinking and she may or may not be losing control.
Sometimes Isabela dances through her room until she has to lie down, because it's one of those days when she can't afford to falter and doesn't dare to look into the mirror, in fear of seeing something wrong.
Sometimes Bruno looks a few minutes into the future, because maybe he will feel better by then and focusing on right now is exhausting to say the least.
Sometimes Pepa lets it rain on her head the whole day, because feeling cold and wet all alone is better than failing to fake sunshine and having other people suffer from her mood swings.
Sometimes Julieta eats all of the food she makes herself, because she feels like she's allowed to be selfish and maybe, one day, it will cure dark days.
Good evening/morning encanto fandom
I give you angst with Bruno and Pepa
We don’t talk about Mirabel.
Did a quick Encanto fanart! I actually watched Encanto on new year's eve and yeah it was pretty good. I feel like Mirabel would have gotten along with Bruno seeing as both were out casted in a way, he would try to comfort her or cheer her up. Actually i have a lil au coming up abt that. Her coming to terms with having no powers must have rlly suck
“Idk how long this fic will go I’m just vibing”
LET’S KEEP UP THE VIBE!!!
This fic is amazing. Bless you and AAAAAHHH I CANT WAIT FOR THEIR REACTIONS OMG OMG ME DUELEEEEEE
IM STILL VIBING DONT WORRY😭💗 the fic is lowkey turning into a ✨telenova ✨cause I have so many dramatic ideas in my head but at the same time I don’t want it to be like 57 seasons 🤣
ok but the stairs in Bruno’s room………
In every single fanfic I’ve read on Bruno x Reader tag, Y/N enters his room and goes “are you fucking kidding me????” and Bruno tries to explain, very awkwardly, how you “get used to it over time”
lmfao no normal human being can get used to those baby, we love you but hate those stairs
Bruno Madrigal x reader angst-to-fluff headcanons where Bruno and reader get into an argument which results in his s/o walking away for a while (to cool down from arguing) but Bruno thinks that reader left for good and isn’t coming back until eventually they do come back to make things up with him? Sorry if it’s a bit confusing!
Don’t worry, it wasn’t confusing at all! I hope you like how it turned out :)
↳ How Bruno would react to you walking away during an argument: Bruno Madrigal x Gn!Reader [Headcanons]
Summary: When Bruno came home at three A.M in the morning after going out with Agustìn and Felix, the two of you have a heated argument which ended with you walking away.
Genre: Angst and Fluff
It all started when Bruno came home in the middle of the night after going out with his two brothers in law.
He had told you he would be home for midnight but that was a hard ass lie. At first, you didn’t thought to much of it, bun when three hours had passed, you really began go get worried.
“Mi vida i’m home!” Bruno called while entering your shared apartment. No answer. Bruno frowned while heading to the living room. “[Y/N]?” He called out while looking around.
He stopped calling your name when he saw you standing in front of an open window, staring at the stars while your back was facing him.
“Mi vida?” Asked Bruno while taking a few steps forward. Still no answer. “Is everything okay?” Bruno asked while carefully placing his hands on your hips.
You immediately shrugged him off while turning around. Bruno could see the angry look on your face which didn’t make it any better.
“What’s wrong mi amor?” Asked Bruno softly.
You scoffed. “What’s wrong? Are you serious? You said you would be home before midnight. Now look at the time! It’s three in the morning!” You yelled, taking Bruno off guard.
Bruno didn’t know what to say. He knew he had promised you to be back home before midnight, but he had so much fun with Felix and Agustín that he simply forgot about the time.
“i’m really sorry Mi vida. I didn’t know it was already this late i-“
You cut him off with a scowl. “Keep your apologies Bruno. This is the third time something like this happened! Do you know how worried i was?” You said harshly which made Bruno flinch.
“T-three times?” Asked Bruno quietly while looking down. “Yes three times Bruno.” You sighed.
“please forgive me mi amor. I promise to never do it again.” Whined Bruno while pulling you into a hug.
You tried to break free but failed when Bruno tightened his grip.
That’s when you smelled the smell of alcohol. “Did you drink?” You asked slowly, already feeling the anger coming up once again.
Bruno stayed quiet which pissed you off even more. “Answer me Bruno!” You demanded.
“Just a little.” Told Bruno quietly. You rolled your eyes while pushing him away. “I thought you didn’t drink anymore?”
Bruno shrugged. “I don’t. But Felix convinced me that one drink wouldn’t be so harmful.”
You shook your head while laughing. “Jesus Bruno…”
“Listen i’m really sorry. It’s just that now i’m out of the walls, i’m finally able to hangout again with my friends who i haven’t seen in more than ten years. They missed me [Y/N] and i missed them too.”
You couldn’t believe what he just told you. Like you hadn’t missed him in those ten years.
“So did i! I missed you too Bruno. I was so glad when you came back but now it seems like you don’t even have time for me anymore!” You yelled while tears started to form in your eyes.
“T-that’s not true. I still hangout with you.” Bruno stuttered while looking up.
“Hangout? Bruno i’m your fucking girlfriend!” You yelled with tears streaming down your cheeks.
Bruno didn’t know what to do. He never meant to make you cry.
“Come here mi amor.” Bruno sighed while opening his arms, wanting to comfort you. Unfortunately, you shook your head.
“N-no. I’m out of here.” You said before walking away.
Bruno’s eyes widened in horror. “W-where are you going?” Asked Bruno as he followed you out of the living room.
“To my parents.” You said while grabbing your coat. “Why?” Asked Bruno with a sad frown.
“Why?“ You scoffed while grabbing your keys. “Let’s just talk about it please.” Begged Bruno while grabbing your wrist.
“Oh so now you finally have some time for me huh?” You said while pulling your wrist back.
“Please don’t go mi amor.” Bruno begged with pleading eyes.
You didn’t say anything. Instead, you opened the front door and left the apartment without looking back at Bruno.
“P-please come back!” Bruno yelled but it was already too late. You were already gone.
Bruno got back inside and slammed the door shut. He covered his face with his hands while leaning back against the door.
“What have i done?”
A few days later, Bruno woke up with an enormous headache. Probably because he drunk himself to sleep the night before.
When he saw that the other side of the bed was empty, he immediately thought back to a few nights ago. How you had left without even looking at him.
Bruno kept telling himself that he had lost you for good which only made it worser. Bruno did treat you like shit and he knew it. He wished that he could do it all over if it was for you to stay.
But when he heard someone entering the apartment, his thoughts quickly disappeared.
Bruno immediately jumped out of bed while running towards the stairs.
“[Y/N] is that you?” He asked while running down the stairs. When he didn’t saw you in the hallway, He quickly ran towards the living room, hoping you would be there.
And there you were. Standing in front of him with a sad smile on your face, feeling guilty about leaving him a few nights ago.
“You came back!” Bruno smiled while pulling you into the biggest hug ever.
“Of course i came back.” You smiled while wrapping your arms around his neck.
“I thought you were leaving me for good.” Bruno said while tightening his grip on your body.
“Brunito, how could i ever leave you?” You chuckled slightly while hiding your face in his shoulder.
“I don’t know. I just…when i saw you walking away i thought you would never come back.” Bruno explained while holding you close.
You sighed while taking a few steps back so you could look at Bruno’s face. “I shouldn’t have left you.”
“It’s okay mi amor, i’m just glad that you’re back.” Bruno smiled while kissing the top of your head.
“And i’m really sorry about treating you the way i did.” Bruno mumbled while looking into your beautiful eyes.
“I should’ve spent more time with you, i know. It’s just that i’ve missed so many things with my family in these past ten years that i wanted to catch up with everything as soon as possible which led me to completely forget about you. I’m really sorry mi vida, i truly am. Please forgive me.”
You could see that tears were starting to form in Bruno’s eyes which broke your heart.
“Please don’t cry mi amor. It’s okay i forgive you.” You smiled before kissing Bruno passionately.
Bruno immediately kissed back while digging his nails in your hips.
“I promise that from now on, i will never forget about you again. I promise.” Bruno smiled while holding your face in both of his hands.
“I love you Bruno.” You smiled before kissing him again. “I love you too mi amor.” Bruno mumbled into the kiss while holding you close to his body.
“Let’s just stop with arguing from now on alright?” You chuckled.
Bruno immediately nodded while his lips curled up in a smile.
“Sounds like a good plan.”
SOBBING at the plate in all its HD glory
I’d like you to realise that this is painted on. It isn’t some throw away, or makeshift plate. It’s painted as best as possible onto the table. PAINTED. He spent a large amount of his time just trying to be like the rest of his family when he surely could’ve just stolen his own plate from the drawers.
Hence forth: Bruno’s plate is probably no longer in the house. Someone tossed it once he left. Just imagine that for a moment. Bruno sneaking to the drawers specifically to grab his plate and remain in the family, but it simply not being there. The plates are symbolic of the family. Everyone gets one, always set out every meal. They’re just there. Bruno’s isn’t. Think about it. They made it so he wasn’t in the family anymore, and yet, he makes his own. He’s making the effort to desperately stay in. Not the other way round. Ouch all over again
ii | Harbingers of Change | Bruno Madrigal
Bruno Madrigal x Original AFAB Character
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cw: panic attacks
It wasn't until Bruno held out his hand again and Sofía threaded her fingers through his that she found the strength to take a final step forwards to unveil her destiny.
At first, nothing happened.
The wind didn’t pick up like it had during Bruno’s vision; the last few sunrays of the day didn’t mysteriously shine down on them brighter than before; nothing changed but the entrancing wavering pattern of the door in front of Sofía beckoning her closer just like the magical candle in Alma’s room had done mere minutes ago.
A strange tingling sensation overcame Sofía’s body, like thousands of little ants were crawling just under the surface of her skin and she had to suppress the tempting urge to dig her fingernails into the yielding flesh until the irritating itch subsided.
Then, everything stopped. There was a noticeable drop in temperature, but all of a sudden there were no more sounds of anything around her, no residual smells or tastes in her mouth, a true absence of anything perceivable - like Sofía was all alone in the world.
With an abruptness that made her flinch, something akin to a strong electric shock ran through her body from her feet upwards, lingering around her rib cage before it reached her head.
It took a moment until Sofía registered the pain that had come with the bizarre experience, but it was only after she had managed to push the triplets away with the jolt that shook her body that it came crashing down on her all at once.
There was an agonizing, sharp pain in her chest, and in contrast to the complete emptiness Sofía had felt just a minute ago, suddenly there were endless waves of feelings flooding her brain.
There was awe, there was curiosity and a hard crest of concern that seemed so strong to her that her head felt like it was going to explode.
Sofía only now noticed that she had turned her back to the door, wordlessly staring at the Madrigals like she had completely lost her mind, but when another surge of worry rushed over her, as if it meant to drown her within itself, she couldn’t bring herself to care.
In an instinctual reaction, she backed away from the others as fast as she could until first her head and then her back hit the wooden door behind her with such a force that it felt like it knocked the air out of herself completely.
A sudden rumbling, like there was an earthquake taking place behind her, brought Sofía back to full consciousness, and she whirled around again just in time to see the magical door slowly reveal delicate grooves and indentations as if it was actively engraving itself.
Within seconds, the art before her was finished.
Just like Bruno’s door, Sofía’s seemed to show an older version of herself, her shoulder length curls now long enough to reach her waist and partially cover her widely opened eyes in a frizzy fringe. She was kneeling on the floor, her arms crossed before her torso as both hands reached out to grasp barely visible strangers’ hands on either side of the wooden door’s edge.
There were two unnerving masks flying above her head, one ecstatically laughing, the other one crying thick droplets of tears, both connected to each other with a thick ribbon that hovered behind them.
Between her own likeness and the strange masks there were a couple of weird wavy lines, similar to the ones surrounding her own and the disembodied hands.
“I don’t understand,” Sofía heard herself say, her voice sounding nothing like her own, tainted with panic and confusion.
Another wave of feelings threatened to overwhelm her, a queer concoction of anxiety and understanding, just when Alma crouched down beside her.
“Breathe, cariña. You’re alright.” The mother’s voice was low and kind, the perfect tone for calming her down under usual circumstances.
However, as it was, Sofía felt like throwing up.
Mirroring their earlier actions, Pepa and Julieta rushed to her side again, but as soon as Julieta’s hand touched Sofía’s clothed arm, it almost sent her catapulting away from the two of them, and she found herself with her back pressed against the glowing door once again.
“What… what just happened….” Sofía could see Alma answering her out of the corner of her eye, but she could only hear her blood rushing to her head in her overwhelming panic.
There, just a couple of feet behind the frightened sisters, stood Bruno, his kind brown eyes almost entirely taken up by his pupils dilated in what looked like fear.
“What’s wrong with me?” Sofía whispered, still unable to hear her own voice. The drowning sensation came back again, a deep pressure on her chest like she couldn’t breathe, and she could feel herself starting to hyperventilate as the sheer amount of feelings surrounding her became almost unbearable.
She had to leave. There was no time to think about pleasantries or about how rude it was to leave without another word to the kind family she had gotten to know today. Sofía felt like the house’s walls would close in and swallow her up whole and never let her go again, leaving her to exist in perpetual darkness for all of eternity.
When she felt the edges of her vision grow fuzzy and dark, she brushed past the concerned wall of Madrigals down the stairs she had come up, clutching onto the handrail as though her life depended on it.
It was only when she ran through the wide open front door of the house and made her way into the nearby forest that she faintly heard them all call after her in the distance.
It had taken a long time before her breathing had returned to normal again. The burbling of the river in front of her helped with drowning out most other sounds from the rapidly darkening forest around her, but she still felt the ebbing waves of feelings from her surroundings, slightly helping with quieting her own mind which was still racing with questions that made tears flow down her cheeks in thick rivulets.
Gradually, Sofía started to feel something else through the sea of emotions she felt herself drowning in: an unmistakable mixture of concern and compassion.
“Sofía?” The softness of the voice did nothing to deter her reaction, jumping up from the grassy ground, ready to bring some distance between her and the person still hidden in the shadows.
She knew it was Bruno even before he stepped onto the moonlit clearing, but even despite that, she still couldn’t help but stumble a few steps backwards for every cautious one he took towards her.
“I understand, I’ll keep my distance.” He stopped, fidgeting with his fingers as he stared at her. She could feel his sympathy, blended with the slightest hint of the pain of rejection. “How do you feel?”
What even was an acceptable answer to a question like that? She didn’t know the Madrigal boy well enough to spill out all of her deepest darkest feelings, and there was really nothing she could have said to describe her current emotional state without using the words painful or overwhelming, not to mention she didn’t think her throat would even allow her to speak.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk. I’ll just…” There was a faint rustling sound as Bruno sat down a fair distance away from her by the riverbank, close enough to run his fingers through the cool water. “I’ll just be here.”
The silence between them stretched for a long time, but surprisingly, it never became uncomfortable. True to his word, Bruno sat still and quiet, content with just staring into the water in front of him as if he would find the answers to his earlier questions that way.
Sofía had to admit she legitimately enjoyed his company, even in her current state of distress. He felt calming in a way nothing had ever felt calming to her before, and following his breathing pattern had helped tremendously. As she listened out for it in the minutes it took for her tears to subside, she swore she could feel his heartbeat more and more with every moment that passed, even though he sat so far away.
“I can feel you,” Sofía said after a while, barely loud enough for Bruno to hear. Taking her words as permission to look at her, he threw her a confused glance. “I can… I can feel what you feel,” she clarified, and immediately his face lit up in delight.
“You’re… you were so nervous in there, but out here you’re so calm. Worried, but calm.” It was still a struggle to interpret the surges of feelings correctly, but Sofía had no doubt about the fact that she was right in this case.
Bruno’s face split in a grin that was wider than Sofía had thought humanly possible.
“Are you serious?” She would have been offended by him not believing her, with his magical house and magical candle and his own magical power of foresight, but she could tell he was completely in awe.
Slowly, as if waiting for her consent, he stood up and crept closer to her. Sofia gave him permission with a curt nod, yet his movements remained reluctant and cautious, as though he were approaching a wild animal.
When he was close enough that Sofía swore she could feel his heartbeat yet again, he stopped to plop himself down on the ground, folding his legs beneath him in one smooth motion.
What had started out as a curious glance evolved into Bruno’s eyes noticeably boring through Sofía.
“Stronger now?” he asked, his voice low and guarded, but audibly dripping with interest. Sofía merely offered him a weak nod, but managed to conjure up the confidence to fully look at him for the first time since they’d left Casita.
As their lines of sight crossed, Sofía could feel Bruno’s heart rate pick up in time with his nervousness that continued to fall off of him in waves - slow, harmless waves, nothing compared to the treacherous ones she had felt inside of the Madrigal home.
The corners of his lips twitched into a hesitant smile, instantly broken as he seemed to remember something important. Bruno dug his slightly jittery hands into the spacious pockets of his deep green ruana to withdraw a little cotton satchel filled to the brim with delicious-looking buñelos.
He held the bulging bag out to Sofía, who grabbed it hesitantly, the heavenly snacks still emitting a pleasant warmth through the fabric they were stored in.
“Julieta was afraid you’d hurt yourself when you bumped into the door with your…” Bruno shyly gestured to the back of his head, and his awkwardness brought a genuine smile to Sofía’s face.
“Thank you, Bruno.” This time she noticed his faint blush, which brought out a very similar reaction in herself coupled with a deep ache that settled in her chest in a way she had never felt before, like a warm, comforting sensation that also seemed strong enough to rip her apart at a moment’s notice.
The overpowering smell of the buñelos she still held in her hands brought Sofía back to reality, and she couldn’t deny the mouth-watering effects the food was having on her.
Bruno beside her seemed to grow slightly restless all of a sudden, crossing and uncrossing his legs multiple times as he appeared to be searching for a comfortable position to sit in, until, without warning, Sofía’s world froze again when his elbow brushed against the warm skin of her forearm.
The same flash of electricity ran through her body from the point they connected, and the same overwhelming sensation not only rendered her momentarily speechless but also caused rows and rows of goosebumps to erupt on every square inch of her skin. The hairs on her body were standing on end, and as her vision blurred and her eyes slowly filled with tears, Julieta’s food lay forgotten on the mossy forest floor.
Feelings she had faintly been feeling before came rushing, practically flowing into her from where her skin still tingled with Bruno's touch - the uncertainty, the compassion, the desire to help her, all clear as day.
Scarcely less affected by the whole ordeal than herself, Sofia could feel Bruno’s gaze burning holes into her as he rubbed his elbow absentmindedly.
“Did you just…” he muttered, and Sofía allowed herself to lock eyes with him when he spoke. His pupils were unusually dilated, so much so that she struggled to see any of his actual eye color as she stared back at him. “What just happened?”
“I think I… I think I felt your feelings flow through me when you touched me.” The pure uncertainty in her voice was unmistakable, and yet Bruno took her word for gospel immediately, mouth dropping open in shock.
“Really? What did it feel like?”
Sofía felt like she didn’t have the vocabulary to accurately describe what she had just experienced, but Bruno’s sheer childish enthusiasm made her feel almost giddy deep inside herself, so she tried.
“It felt like you burned me, but - ”
“Oh miérda, really? I’m so sorry!” She waved him off immediately, interrupting the oncoming tirade she knew he was ready to deliver at a moment’s notice, and talked over him until she stopped.
“No, no, no, not like that, not in a bad way. It’s so hard to explain. It’s like a bee sting, but then the bee also has a magnet that pushes all of its feelings towards you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
Bruno’s gaze flitted back to his elbow where they’d touched moments prior, eyes wide in disbelief. Nothing could have prepared Sofía for his next words.
“I felt it too,” he whispered, and she could feel herself still immediately.
“I felt it too. It’s like you somehow took that nervousness from me, kind of as if you calmed me down.”
“That’s insane, so I can feel others’ emotions and… soothe them?” Bruno nodded in silent agreement, his facial expression ecstatic with fascination. Sofía was excited too, to a certain extent, but irritation won over all the other feelings swirling through her head.
The triplet’s gifts were all so useful.
Bruno’s was wondrous, a true miracle, insanely useful for each and every soul that decided to call upon his talents.
Julieta’s was about as useful as it could possibly be, being able to heal all of Encanto after a single day spent in the kitchen.
Pepa’s was bound to be incredibly useful too once she learned to control it properly, giving her the ability to provide the whole town with whatever weather was wanted or needed.
What on earth was her own “gift” good for?
Sofía shook her head, and she watched intently as Bruno’s happiness immediately seemed to falter with her own mood.
“What… what am I supposed to do with that?” He seemed momentarily dumbfounded by her words, so she decided to keep going. “I understand it’s a gift and I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but all I worry about is my family’s wellbeing and this doesn’t help that at all and - what if this makes everything worse, what if I really can’t help, what if - “
“Sofía.” The utter calmness in Bruno’s voice surprised her, and that alone was enough to snap her out of her borderline incoherent babbling. “It’s okay, Sofía. It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”
There was no need to look at him or call upon her gift to know he was being entirely sincere.
“You’re a part of our family now, and we take care of each other. We’ll do what we can for your family to get you through this, I’m sure of that.”
A part of their family? She had only met them all today, known them for such a short amount of time, and yet the thrill that jolted through her at his words was entirely irrefutable.
“Thank you, Bruno,” she said, her voice once again sounding completely unlike it usually did, which she blamed on being close to tears this time.
Bruno, however, seemed determined to give her that last little push to throw her over the precipice of weeping.
“De nada, really. I’m… I’m glad there’s someone else with a gift, if I’m being honest - someone as nice as you, too. It’s… just, thank you.”
The two of them shared another long, kind smile, and with the amounts of kindness and compassion Sofia felt radiating off of the young boy, there seemed to be no need for further words.
With the gurgling of the rushing river as their backdrop, the two children sat in comfortable silence until darkness fully enveloped them.
Sneaking back into her house hadn’t been hard. Even from well outside of the family home, Sofía could tell that everyone was in bed, most of them dead asleep after the tainted excitement of the day.
Bruno had offered, nay, insisted on walking her home after repeating that it had been his fault they had spent such a long time by the river, and that a young girl like Sofía shouldn’t be walking home alone in the dark.
She had tried to convince him that he was barely older than her, and that he should not be outside, let alone walking her home to the other side of town at this time, but he had just waved her off.
Sofía liked him. He was kind, in fact maybe the kindest person she had ever met, and she truly felt that he could become a great friend - not only because they now shared the Madrigal’s family miracle.
She had bid Bruno farewell just past the halfway point between their homes, maintaining that she was completely fine to walk the rest of the way alone and that she would see him very soon.
It was clear he had not been happy about that, but he conceded with a nod and a wave, before vanishing in the surrounding darkness.
Still, Sofía could have sworn she somehow felt his eyes on her the entire rest of the way back home, but it was only when she turned around after reaching her doorstep that she saw the flickering light in his tower on the other side of town.
A stuffy warmth greeted her when she silently closed the front door behind her, one that reminded her of her old home whenever her parents came home after payday and locked themselves away in their unventilated room for hours on end and their flat slowly filled with the odor of sweat and strange chemicals.
Sofía could tell no one had aired the house or done the dishes after the fight had ensued earlier in the day, and even though she was momentarily tempted to amend that and clean everything she could, something pulled her up the stairs past the creaking steps, straight to Gabriéla’s door.
Again, the unfamiliar sensations of another person’s feelings crushed over her, and she could feel all of Gabriéla’s pure desperation and sadness. Without thinking, Sofía tapped her fingertips against the wooden door, loud enough so that Gabriéla could hear, but none of their other family members would be awoken by them, and entered the room.
Gabriéla sat on the wide red windowsill past her bed, only lit up by the pale moonlight outside, her face hidden in her hands as silent sobs shook her body.
Sofía pitied her. She could not imagine being in her shoes, but the sheer amount of guilt the older girl was emanating spoke volumes about her mental state.
Gabriéla audibly gasped when she noticed Sofía approaching in the corner of her vision, immediately averting her gaze to discreetly wipe the tears from her face.
“Hey Fía, I think I’d rather be alone right now, okay?” The impact Gabriéla’s crying had had on her voice was undeniable, as was her sniffling after she’d finished speaking, and it was painfully obvious she was trying very hard to hold herself together in front of her younger cousin.
Sofía remained unfazed, simply wordlessly closing the distance between them to push herself onto the windowsill next to Gabríela before enveloping her in a crushing hug.
Gabriéla stiffened in shock. Everyone knew Sofía didn’t usually gravitate towards physical touch, let alone a gesture as big as this, which was practically unheard of. Still, after a while she relaxed under her touch, and Sofía could feel her cousin’s shoulders tremble as tears freely rolled down her face once more.
When Sofia pulled away, she made sure to slowly run her hands down Gabriéla’s clothed arms until she reached her hands. With a deep breath, she let her fingers grasp her cousin’s, and immediately felt the surreal tingle of her emotions flowing over to herself, like a huge tsunami crashing down on her all at once.
This time, however, she’d had time to brace herself for impact, which made the strange sensation significantly easier to endure, though still undeniably distressing.
She hoped Gabríela would interpret the tears in her eyes as a showing of empathy rather than the startling shock of pain that had run through her system just seconds ago, but even through all that, Sofía managed to let her fingers run over Gabriéla’s knuckles in a comforting motion before she spoke, mirroring Bruno’s calming words from earlier.
“It’s gonna be okay, Gabriéla. I promise.” Her older cousin seemed stunned, but Sofía didn’t give her the time to think up a response. “You should get some sleep.”
It was only after a brief moment of eye contact and bewildered silence that Gabriéla’s expression morphed back from somewhat dazed to lucid and she managed to talk, merely echoing what Sofía had said.
“I should get some sleep…” Her murmur was so quiet that Sofía had to strain to hear it, but it still brought a smile to her face as she led her cousin through her room to her own bed.
The strangeness of the reversal of roles didn’t escape Sofía as stood by her bed and tucked her speechless older cousin in, and yet the warmth it brought to her heart when Gabriéla snuggled herself deeper into her thick blanket made up for it.
In one smooth motion, the young girl leaned down to press a soft kiss to her cousin’s forehead.
“Good night, Gabriéla. I love you.”
The soft snore she got in response was the last thing she heard before she made her way to her own room, and released a soft gasp when a quick look out of her small window revealed the lights in Bruno’s room still burning brightly, as if he was watching over her until he was sure she was home safely.
The next morning, Sofía had barely spent any time at home for anything but a few restless hours of sleep.
Skipping the family breakfast to avoid the awkwardness of the talk after the big fight as well as the early morning rush of people making their way through town to the marketplace, Sofía had left for Casa Madrigal directly at dawn.
It was only when she reached Casita, which looked just as magnificent as the day before, that she questioned whether it was even appropriate to show up back there so very soon.
Really, Sofía just wanted to see Bruno again to talk everything through. She knew he would understand, because she imagined his own power to be much like hers - overwhelming in several different ways.
But then, slowly, as she kept lingering around the house and pacing up and down the deep gray stone tiles, doubt started to make its way into her head.
Sofía couldn’t just walk back in and see them all again as if nothing had happened.
What would they expect? She knew Alma Madrigal was keen on using her family’s powers to help the town out as much as she possibly could, and knew that the triplets had to earn their miracle through hard work and commitment each and every day.
How could Sofía help out anyone like this, when she didn’t even know how her powers worked, and when she didn’t even know if she could handle other people’s emotions being loaded upon her person, let alone regularly?
Granted, Alma didn’t seem like the type of person to force Sofía into helping out, but then again, Bruno’s powers seemed to take quite a significant toll on him, and yet his mother still made him give visions to practically whoever asked.
She couldn’t imagine that was his choice, not when she’d seen how he had reacted when she had asked him for a vision herself: hesitant, almost scared. Like a poor, tortured soul at just five years of age.
Perhaps that was why Sofía related to him so much, why she felt such a strong connection to him after having known him for less than a day. They had both been through so much already, arguably too much for anyone of any age, much less actual children like them.
He was suffering, that much was clear with how Sofía and Julieta had found him yesterday, standing by the gallery window with fresh tears streaming down his face.
She wondered if Alma knew how his gift was affecting her son, though she supposed that she did not. He did not seem like the type of person to talk about what he was feeling.
But clearly, Bruno was still stronger than herself. Sofía could not imagine the type of impact his visions must leave him with every time, and she wasn’t even sure if all his visions were exclusively intentional.
What if he had visions while sleeping? Or just while he was trying to relax, for once?
And yet, he did everything that was asked of him, which was something Sofía wasn’t sure she could do.
If she had to help out half of Encanto with dealing with their issues and emotions every day like Julieta, she was surely going to go insane. The emotional overload Sofía had experienced just being around others had been overwhelming already, what would it be like if those people were total strangers? And what would it be like to have their emotions flow through her at every voluntary or involuntary touch?
A deep shudder shook Sofía’s body as she was overcome by a blind panic that made thick bile rise in her throat, and suddenly there was that pressure on her chest again, constricting her chest so her lungs stubbornly refused to let her inhale at all.
She fell to her knees just as she heard the creaking of Casita’s front door, paired with the clanking sounds of stone tiles leading someone to her.
“Sofía?” Julieta’s confused tone immediately switched to pure worry when she rushed closer to try and help Sofía up again. “Sofía, are you alright? What happened?”
Sofía tried to force her lungs into cooperating, only to trigger a wheezing cough that made stars dance in front of her vision. In a desperate measure, she pointed to her own throat and shook her head as hard as she could.
“Can’t… can’t breathe…” Julieta nodded frantically and pushed the younger girl towards the welcoming house.
“Mamá!” Her loud scream contrasted her mostly composed exterior, especially with the calming way she kept speaking to Sofía. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I got you. Here, come with me. I’ll get you something to eat, that’ll bring you right back up to speed. Mamá!”
What Sofía assumed to be the kitchen was right around the corner when Alma came rushing down the grand staircase in their courtyard - stairs Sofía could have sworn had not been there the day before. Then again, she could be entirely mistaken, delirious from lack of sleep and now oxygen.
“What’s going on?” Alma’s voice mirrored Julieta’s anguish, but her face remained relaxed with the mere exception of her scrunched eyebrows.
The oldest triplet answered her mother just as they reached the border of the beautiful kitchen, covered in stunning deep orange ceramic tiles that only gave way to a giant stove and a few wide windows, the window sills covered in endless amounts of different types of living and dried herbs.
“She can’t breathe, I don’t know what to - “
“Sofía!” Bruno’s astounded voice momentarily brought Sofía back to reality, and it was only now she noticed him and Pepa standing by one of the counters, both holding enormous platters stacked with delicious looking breakfast foods.
The crash of the delicate porcelain plates hitting the floor seemed to take just a little too long until Sofía properly registered it, which was only after Bruno had already rushed up to her and placed his hands on her arms.
“What’s wrong, what happened?” His eyes met hers, the same kind eyes she remembered from the day before, but she was ripped apart from the sight when Alma interrupted loudly.
“Julieta, get her something to eat!” The oldest girl obeyed immediately, dodging the shards on the ground to make her way over to where Pepa still stood, seemingly frozen in place.
“Sofía.” Bruno brought her attention back to him with a gentle pronunciation of her name. “Sofia, look at me.”
Though her rapidly darkening vision barely allowed for it, Sofía managed to lock eyes with the boy once again.
“That’s right. Okay, okay, give me your hands.” His hands slowly slid down her arms, and she could feel the warmth of his skin through her long-sleeved dress even before he properly touched her.
“Bruno, what are you doing?” Alma’s voice was distressed now, but for once, Bruno didn’t pay her any mind, taking a deep breath before taking her hands in his.
An overwhelming sense of calm spread through Sofía within moments of his touch, a deep feeling of tranquility coupled with only the slightest hint of hunger, which would have made the young girl smile if she had been able to.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, that’s good. Now breathe with me.”
It felt like hours passed until her breathing normalized again and she almost collapsed forwards into Bruno’s arms, only held upright by Pepa’s hands on her shoulders.
“Sit down, Sofía, sit down. Eat.” Julieta’s motherly instincts should have felt strange, coming from a five-year-old girl barely older than herself, but Sofía couldn’t help but obey her patient, kind tone.
Dejectedly, Sofía let go of Bruno’s hands that were still emitting that wonderfully appeasing sense of peace and composure and moved to sit down, but her knees suddenly seemed much less stable than before, so instead she ended up stumbling backwards until her back hit the ground with a soft thud.
Alma was the first to bend down to help her up, but immediately shrunk back when Pepa let out a loud shriek.
“Don’t!” Her mother threw her a questioning look, so Pepa continued on after a moment. “Don’t touch her.”
Sofía forced herself to take a bite of the delicious-smelling tamales that Julieta had placed on the coffee table beside her just moments before.
“It’s her gift,” Bruno explained haphazardly, his gaze still entirely fixed on Sofía.
That didn’t seem to be enough to satiate Alma’s curiosity, so when Sofía managed to take an actual deep breath again, she actively fought through the emotions whirling around her that still felt rather overwhelming to her, and raised her scratchy voice.
“I can… I guess I can feel what others feel.” The mother’s eyes widened significantly, and a look of realization dawned on her when Bruno finished Sofía’s explanation for her.
“And she can transfer it to herself by touch.”
Alma nodded slowly, and Sofía could have sworn she had seen a faint smile come over her lips for just a moment. Then, she let her gaze flicker over to the triplets, standing around her with a considerable distance between them, all their eyes filled with pure worry.
“I’m so sorry, it’s still hard to handle. Thank you, god, thank you all for helping.”
The older woman waved her off immediately.
“No problem at all. I can understand that, Sofía. We’ll give you as much space as you need.” Immediately, she turned to her son. “Call us if you need anything.”
And, with one last succinct nod to her daughters, Alma stepped back outside of the kitchen.
It was only when her footsteps slowly sounded farther and farther away that Sofía turned her head forward again, surprised to see Bruno crouching down in front of her, hands twitching like they had yesterday.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes!” Sofía’s answer came too fast and too loud, and she shuddered at her own insolence before continuing in the most normal tone she could muster. “Yes, sorry. I… Pepa, Julieta!”
The two sisters, who were swiftly on their way to follow their mother out of the room, stopped immediately to turn towards Sofía, who was only now managing to stand up again to follow them just past the threshold of the kitchen.
“Julieta, thank you so much for everything. Leading me through here yesterday, then worrying about me with the food and today again - just, thank you so, so much.” The oldest triplet offered her a genuine smile, and Sofía acted entirely on instinct when she closed the distance between them to take Julieta’s hands in her own.
She was so different from Bruno. Calm as well, but it didn’t feel like a temporary feeling, more like this was just her nature, how she felt most of the time.
A slight flash of something to her left captured Sofia’s attention, and she was surprised to see Pepa had a cloud hovering above her head that quietly thundered just a few seconds after its lightning. A faint rain drizzled down onto the four of them through the open roof of the courtyard, and suddenly, Sofía was struck with an idea.
It only took a few seconds until she stood in front of Pepa who diligently took a step back so as to not get her completely wet as well, but Sofía made it clear she did not care about that at all.
“Pepa, thank you, too. You’ve been so kind to me, yelling at your mother just to stop her from touching me even though you barely know me… It means a lot, truly.” Pepa offered her a hesitant smile, but when the rain didn’t relent, Sofía continued to speak her mind. “I have an idea. Can you trust me for just a moment?”
Pepa's eyes widened, as did her smile after a short moment of silent contemplation.
“You’re a part of this family now, Sofía. Of course I trust you.” Sofía couldn’t deny the little jump her heart made at that statement, but she quickly busied herself with stepping into Pepa’s personal space yet again.
“Give me your hands.” That immediately seemed to take the girl by surprise, and she shook her head fervently.
“I can’t, you - “
“Trust me, Pepa.”
Pepa’s resolve gave way under Sofía’s scrutinizing gaze, and Sofía used the moment it took her to finally hold her hands out to the younger girl to steel her nerves like she had done for Gabriéla just last night, before she reached out and grasped Pepa’s hands in her own.
Despite her methodical preparations, this was the worst one so far. Pepa’s emotions were like the sea, rough and dangerous, temperamental and powerful enough to pull her down with them like it was nothing.
Still, after a few moments of inner turmoil, Sofía let the older girl’s hands drop as she herself tumbled backwards a few steps, only to be caught by Bruno, who gently sat her down on a nearby chair.
Julieta and Pepa, however, were in quiet awe. Not only had Sofía managed to calm Pepa down from one of her usually insanely emotional episodes, but she had also made the storm cloud above her head as well as the slight rain outside cease immediately.
The tears in her own eyes were proof of the feelings still swirling around deep inside of her, but she could not deny herself the proud smile that overcame her features when she understood the magnitude of what she had just achieved.
Exhaustion began to overcome her again, just when Bruno came rushing back towards her from the kitchen with another plate filled to the brim with food to hand it to her, visibly eager for her to recover.
With a single bite, everything became less tense again, and just when her last shuddering gasp gave way to a normal breathing pattern again, the sisters joined Bruno by Sofía’s side.
“Thank you, that was insane! I had no idea - I've never felt like that before, like you could just calm me down with a single touch. You’re a gift, Sofía, a true gift!” Sofía could feel herself blushing at Pepa’s flattering words, but it was Bruno who seemed to notice Sofía's own shaky hands even before she herself did and stopped her with a gentle touch on her shoulder.
“So, what happened out there?”
Oh. Should she talk about that? Her worries were definitely real and justified, but wasn’t it rude to speak so openly about the Madrigal’s expectations of her? Sofía had been taught to keep her emotions securely locked inside her at all times, even such confusion and worry as the one she was feeling now when thinking of what her future would bring with this new gift she had been blessed with.
With a sigh, she lowered her gaze to the tiled floor to conjure up the courage to speak her mind.
“I came here to talk to you, Bruno, but then I panicked because I don’t know what you and your family expect from me with this whole gift thing and I just…” Sofía was struggling with her words, not least because of her ongoing battle with the feelings filling the room slowly but surely in small, but persevering drops. “I just can’t be ‘not enough’ again. It was that way with my parents, it’s the same with my family now and I can’t do that again - I don’t want to disappoint you all, too.”
She shook her head to force the burn of oncoming tears to subside, but when she was sure she was losing that battle, Sofía merely cupped her face in her hands to hide it from view, speaking her last words through her fingers.
“I guess I panicked so much that I couldn’t breathe. I’m so sorry if I scared any of you, I really didn’t mean to…”
A potent silence filled the room, and although Sofía was still forcing herself to not acknowledge any of the emotions swirling through the room around her, she could clearly feel Bruno’s hand that was still resting on her upper arm bunching up the fabric of her blouse in his fist.
“Sofía…” he whispered, and when she finally dared to look up, Sofía was surprised to see her own tears mirrored in his eyes. Momentarily taken aback, the two of them seemed at a complete loss for words, but Pepa was quick to interrupt their moment of connection with words of her own.
“Sofía, I won’t pretend living with a gift has been easy so far, not for me at least. There is a lot of responsibility that comes with it, too much for children our age, that’s for sure.” The middle child slowly knelt down in front of Sofía, her orange dress draping in a halo around her body as she leaned forward. “I completely understand how you feel, we all do. It’s hard to deal with the expectations others have of us.” Julieta stopped her sister with a gentle hand on her shoulder, crouching down just beside her so she was face to face with Sofía as well.
“It is a lot to handle, that is true, but it can also be very rewarding. To be able to help people out like we can, and only we can, it’s one of the most gratifying experiences there are. But really, people won’t expect anything from you, I can - “
As if waiting for his cue, this time it was Bruno who cut off his older sister, his hand still emitting a strange burning sensation on Sofía’s shoulder.
“I can promise you - We can promise you, mamá won’t force you into anything. You’re our guest, our friend. If anything, we’ll appreciate your help, in case you feel like it. You didn’t choose this, no one is blaming you for anything you do, Sofía.”
The triplet’s tones were all genuine, dripping with sincerity and kindness, but Sofía only felt slightly reassured. They didn't know her, didn't know her past or her family, how could they be so confident in her where she wasn't? How would they know she was worthy of this, how would they even know if she was strong enough to handle the burden of carrying this gift?
As if he had read her mind, Bruno spoke up again, even more quietly this time.
“You’re good enough. Don’t worry about that.”
Sofía’s arms were wrapped around his neck in a hug before she even registered it, and she could barely get herself to speak through her tears.
“Thank you, you’re all… you’re helping me so much, I don’t know how I could ever thank you enough, I… Thank you for being there.”
It took a moment for Bruno to reciprocate her hug, momentarily frozen by what seemed to be a rare occurrence to him, but as soon as he did, Sofía could feel his sisters’ arms envelop the two of them in a giant group hug, swaying them back and forth rhythmically for as long as it took until Sofía’s teared ceased.
Only then did Julieta and Pepa back off, but it took a noticeable amount longer until Bruno let go of Sofía, and she would have lied if she’d said she didn’t immediately miss the warmth and comfort the triplets had given her.
However, even long after Bruno had leaned back to let his eyes run over her again, still filled with devastating concern, and all three of them had led Sofía to another room to sit her down on a comfortable sofa until she could fully relax, she was still stunned by what Bruno had whispered in her ear just before he had pulled back, his voice as soft as butter.
“I’ll always be there. I promise.”
thank you all for being so nice about the first part of this fanfic, here's a second one!
also, would you guys be interested in me continuing this story, sort of follow them as they grow up together?
let me know what you think!
i promised to tag you, @ihavenoideawhatiamdoinghelp
Whatever was running in his mind was overwhelming him. The hunger he was feeling sure wasn't helping.
Being Bruno’s Child Would Include… Pt. I
Takes place before the movie. The reader’s age ranges from 0-5. I guess let me know if I should make a second part.
Parts: 1 2 3 4
You’re Bruno’s child. Your mother died not long after you were born, as she became ill with something even you tía Julieta couldn’t remedy.
He disappeared the night you’re prima Mirabel didn’t get your gift. You were only a few months old at the time.
He hated having to leave, but considering his reputation and the death of your mother, he figured you’d have a better chance if he left. That’s not mentioning his final vision, the destruction of Casa Madrigal, he desperately hoped for your sake and Mira's leaving would mean his vision would never come to pass.
You were raised by your tía Julieta and tío Augustín. They treated you as one of their own though made sure you understood they were your aunt and uncle and not your actual parents. A distinction Julieta deemed important, in memory of your parents.
The girls; Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel adored you. Fully accepting and titling you their fourth sister.
When you were an infant and got fussy from bad dreams, Mirabel would climb into your bed to snuggle with you until you settled. When you were first learning to walk and fell bursting into tears, Luisa carried you everywhere for a week refusing to let you down. People would say Isa’s flowers were more vibrant when you were talking, walking at her side.
Isa might have been Encanto’s Senorita Perfecta, but you were Encanto’s darling.
Bruno had to watch you grow from the cracks in the wall. Your first steps, your first words, unbeknownst to you and the family. He watched it all with silent tears.
Before you came of age, he would tiptoe into your nursery at night, careful not to wake you or Mirabel. He’d talk sometimes, but usually he’d tuck a gift beneath your pillow and weep at how big you were getting. The gifts were always small trinkets; bracelets, coins, hair clips, notes of praise. Which you would graciously and excitedly share with your primos.
Despite being young, when you were little, you picked up on the town’s tenderness with you. A tenderness that seemed to stem from a place of pity.
Thanks to Julieta and Augustín, you at least grew up knowing you were Bruno’s child. But anytime you asked about him, most always the answer was “we don’t talk about Bruno.” Tío Félix would sometimes let information slip.
You tried once to peek into your Papa’s room. All you saw was sand falling like a waterfall behind an hourglass arch. Before you could continue sleuthing, Abuela caught you. She had Casita board the door over. You cried yourself to sleep that day and didn’t speak to anyone the rest of the week.
Encanto’s darling, but always on thin ice with Abuela. You weren’t sure why. No matter what you did, she seemed to shun you. When you spoke to her in an attempt to tell her about all the good you did that day, she’d pat your head and dismissively respond, “that’s nice dear.”
Then came your fifth birthday, the day you’d finally receive your gift. While you were nervous, I mean, what if, like Mirabel, you didn’t receive a gift? You were also excited. If you did receive a gift, maybe then you’d be accepted by Abuela.
The whole of Encanto showed up for your ceremony. Eager to see if another Madrigal would go without a gift or even worse, your gift turned out similar to your Pa’s.
When you grasped your door knob and illuminated, glittering like golden, the tension in the room seemed double.
“What’s their gift?” You could hear your primo Camilo loudly whisper from below.
You had the same question.
Then Abuela placed a hand on your shoulder. From your perspective, the world blurs around. You weren’t moving, but everything around you was. It was a blur of movement as everything around you spun backwards.
In an instant, you were in front of a blank wall. You hit it, it felt solid. Looking around as far as you could tell you were still in Casita, it was just smaller. You almost jumped out of your skin when three children appeared from around the corner. They didn’t even seem to notice you, as they walked in a neat line past you down the corridor. Similarly to you, they wore white and gold.
You followed behind the last child, a boy, until he had to break off from the two, rounding a corner up a small flight of stairs. The two girls stood beside a woman, her hair set apart in two neat braids. With a warm smile, she watched the two girls. As she turned, coming into better view, your small eyes grew to the size of saucers. She held the candle. Your familia’s candle.
As the girls reached for their doors, you rushed behind them. Your shock and worry only grew as their doors took shape before your eyes. These were the doors of your tías. You saw the similarities now. These two girls, the same age as you, were your tías. This was the day they got their gift. You’d traveled back in time.
That meant the boy was or would be your papa. This was your chance to see him, albeit a younger version of him. You tried to run back to the steps where he’d disappeared, but an invisible wall prevented you from leaving the hall. You pound your fists against nothing trying to break the invisible barrier, but the world begins to blur once more. Everything around you sped forward.
In an instant you were back, in front of your door, Abuela’s hand on your shoulder, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. It seemed no time had passed at all.
Mirabel was the first to speak. “¿Are you okay, ratoncito?“
You had but one response, “I think I can see the past.”
ATTENTION FIC WRITERS CALLING ALL FIC WRITERS
[ID: A tweet thread that reads:
@DumbBroom2134: @TheJaredBush Hi! If you're still answering Encanto questions, I have one. I've seen a lot of things saying Bruno's powers put him through physical pain to use and I was just wondering if that was true or not?
Jared Bush: I think his powers are very draining and take considerable effort, especially when trying to see something specific. We had versions where he'd pass out or get very very weak afterwards. End ID]
Bruno and Camilo's reaction after making you cry.
Part Two !
Chosen Pronouns: Y/N = She/Her | Bruno = He/Him | Camilo = He/They
Summary: You have an arguement with them and ended up making you cry due to the exhaustion eating them up.
Warning: Screaming, Mentions of trauma, spoilers, extreme angst & arguements
you always hated arguements due to the fact that your parents used to have arguements frequently when you were only seven.
But it just had to happen again, but this time with your boyfriend, huh?
You were at the bakery, just helping out your family.
You liked making donuts there while in the bakery though.
He's struggling with a lot of things.
First, someone requested Bruno to see their future, Bruno warned them for what was going to happen next. Either a bad luck or worse.
The person of course, as usual,said that they're not going to get mad at Bruno just to see a stupid vision of their own future.
But alas, they did get mad. They said how they never should've requested a vision in the first place and tried attacking Bruno. Luckily, Bruno had the confidence to push them out.
Bruno has had the worst day. Now, he has to deal with the gossips, he just wants to buy something for his fellow rats. But, people would stay away from him.. especially after that *ahem* goldfish incident.
Bruno was absolutely overwhelmed. He just wanted to be in your.. arms.
He wanted you to comfort him.
To make him feel special.
But he had no time for that right now.
He strolled around Encanto and spotted you, just finished helping around the family at the bakery.
He wanted to just run up to you and hug you tight, like really tight.
But he also still had to help around his family too, (because this was after Abuela and the Madrigal family welcomed him back to the family.)
While he was in the middle of his work, it has been 5 hours now. You want to hug him already! You haven't seen him since morning..
As you caught him just trying to sweep some dust out, you ran up to him and hugged him like it was the last time you'd ever hug someone.
"Bruno!! I missed you dearly."
"Y/N, not now..." Bruno said, with his annoyed tone.
"Wha- Uhh, excuse me? I haven't seen you since morning! What do you mean not now?!" You replied in an instant.
"Y/N, not. now."
"*sigh* whatever bruno. i'll see you after another five hours, I guess." You lowered your head down, if you had the power to control the weather- then some little raining clouds will appear up above your head, and create a thunder storm, that's how sad you are.
After 5 hours, you just took a little nap. There was nothing to do anyway.
When you've realized 5 hours have passed by, your mood brightened up in hopes that Bruno may be done with his chores now.
You ran your way towards there, only to see him with another.. woman.
"eh?" You whispered to yourself.
"Bruno? Is that Bruno?" You thought to yourself.
Seeing him with another girl doesn't make you jealous at all. You know Bruno loves you and you love Bruno.
But thing is, that woman was absolutely stunning. Big chest, her hair styled, dress fancy.. like she came from a modern place.
While you..? You're just.. another ordinary human. White top, some accessories on, and a skirt. That's it, just like any other people.
And you wouldn't be jealous at all.. if he wasn't blushing right now.
Why is there some sort of red in his face? You've never made him blush like that before..
You waited in his home, your feet constantly tapping the floor. In fear that he may have been.. cheating on you.
Bruno opened his door to see you.
"It's you, mi vida." Bruno spoke.
"Yeah, aha. It's me." You replied in a quite cold tone.
"What's with the cold expression?" Bruno stammered.
"Oh nothing.. just that i saw you with another woman and you were blushing.. what was wrong, mi amor? Why were you blushing?" You got to the point right away, also trying to prevent an arguement just by asking a simple question is all.
"You.. saw that? Hey! Were you stalking us..?"
"Of course not. I told you I'd come back to you in five hours, remember..?"
You didn't know what was going through Bruno's mind, but all you know is that you suspect him of cheating.
"Have you been.. cheating, on me Bruno?"
That was when Bruno snapped.
"C- Cheat? Do you seriously think I would cheat? Do you really think I'm THAT type of person?!"
"N- No, Bruno, I didnt mean it that wa-"
Bruno's hand smacked the door to keep it tightly shut.
"If you really think I would cheat, then what type of girlfriend are you?"
"If you really think of me that way.. maybe I should cheat on yo-"
Bruno's voice went quiet.
Only to see your eyes tearing up.
What has he done now?
"W- Why would you? Did you seriously just say that you should just maybe cheat on me?"
"I- I.. y/n, I didnt think before I say, I swear-"
You pushed Bruno out of the way and opened the door.
Bruno watched as you just.. left him like that.. so easily.
All because of him.
This one might hurt a lot- but Camilo never showed a slight interest in you.
Not even a tiny bit.
Now you were wondering what got you guys together if Camilo never liked you.
Out of pity, perhaps?
He'll think guilt will eat him alive if he rejected you?
Because he doesn't want to see your sad face ?
Whatever it is, you don't know the answer to that.
Camilo has only shown interest of the new girl in town.
Brown hair.. butterfly hair clip... green eyes.. modern dress.. and so on.
She had everything you wanted.
Which made you jealous.
It made you seem selfish, i know, but wouldn't you also be jealous if Camilo showed interest in this new girl ?
Who's a pick-me.
She knows Camilo has a s/o, but she didn't even care at all. That's when Camilo started falling in love with her. He fell right onto that girl's trap.
It was a regular day, as usual. Until there has been a new gossip around town.
Such things as, "Camilo may have a little crush on the new girl, what will his s/o think of this?.." and "the new girl in town said that Camilo is her future husband."
Pfft.. future husband? You got to be kidding me.
You approached the new girl and told her how Camilo is YOUR boyfriend and hes taken already.
"Puh-leeze. I wouldn't even give a single damn if he's taken or not, honey. He'll be the happist man alive when we get married." Was all she replied with, shes rich with money.
"Now who are you to say that? And.. Married?! Camilo would never marry a stubborn, selfish, BRAT like you!"
"Uh- SELFISH? Aren't YOU the one interrupting our little happy relationship together?! And excuse me- my name is Veronica, not stubborn, selfish, brat!"
"Well, Ve-ro-ni-ca, you guys don't have a happy little relationship together, while you guys have this so called, "little" relationship I and Camilo own a big relationship, thank you."
"Ugh. Just accept that me and Camilo are happy in our relationship and Camilo is not happy being in yours."
That's when Camilo jumped into the scene,
"Veronica? ..And Y/N? Just as I was supposed to introduce Veronica to you, Y/N! Haha! Guess I was a little bit late to the party, no?"
"Anyway, my sugar plum honey Camilo- Y/N is a mess. We shall stay away from her for a while.. "
"I'll wait for you at my house, honeyyy!~"
"Y/N.. hah, sorry about that.. she's from another country called America."
"I can tell."
"Camilo.. why is she calling you "honey"? "Sugar plum" ?.."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that-"
"That you guys are together in a relationship?"
"What? That you never even loved me from the start of our relationship? Hm?"
"Y/N, I love you and you know that."
"You never did!"
"Y/N! LOOK, THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I SHOULD'VE JUST REJECTED YOU!"
"I NEVER LOVED YOU. I NEVER DID!"
"Veronica is way more better than you, anyway. Hmph."
"Camilo, what on earth are you talking about?" You felt your blood rush through your veins.
"Goodbye, Y/N. I'm breaking up with you. Thanks anyway, I really needed to let all those out.. hope we can still be friends , though."
"Never. At this point, don't even look me in the eye."
Hello yall, and yes, this is original. I went, "what?! Cmon, theres barely even angst here on the Encanto fandom!!"
Should I do another part but with a happy ending? I got a bit mad at Camilo's part, so instead of y/n staying silent as the coward she is, she got the courage to be a #girlboss !!!