#camilo spends the entire time walking around as bruno...

[snakeskins-world]

Picture Perfect...?

The Madrigals were all doing their own things today.

It had been 3 months since the Casita crashed, and the rebuild. They had all become closer than ever! Feeling like they've truly reunited properly.

Of course, they still had secrets...

Dolores, was sat in the main room, next to Mariano. Dolores was listening with excitement as Mariano spoke, his voice like music to her ears.

Camilo, was with Antonio, upstairs. They were running do the halls, Antonio was riding his Jaguar, parce, as Camilo tried to keep up.

Isabela was sat on her vine swing, decorated with new plants. She was tripping up Camilo every now an again by growing random plants.

Luisa was relaxing in a hammock, a drink in hand, her donkey-unicorn stuffie in the hammock next to her. Both laying in the sun.

Pepa was stood with Felix, both were charring by the bottom of the stairs, their conversation going unheard by the other Madrigals,

but it was clearly happy and loving, since Pepa's cheek were practically painted pink, and the sun was shining above the town, and Felix was sporting his loving, flirtatious smile at his wife, speaking to her in Spanish.

Bruno was sat in his bedroom, redecorating.

Julieta was sat outside with Agustìn, both enjoying the nice weather.

Alma was sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of coffee as she read a book, a romance. But she wouldn't admit that.

And Mirabel was setting the plates for dinner.

"Mirabel, dinner isn't for a few hours yet?" Alma says, her head tilting up, her eyes going from her book to her granddaughter who had just finished setting the plates.

"Well, I like getting ready early, this way we don't spend time putting the plates out during dinner." Mirabel explains.

"And we repaired Tio Bruno's old plate! We wanna surprise him at dinner!" Mirabel smiles excitedly, her usual cheerfulness, radiating from her like light did from the sun.

"He'll love it, Nieta. How about you go play with your cousins? Or sisters?" Alma suggests, but it was more like an order.

"But I need -" Mirabel's excuse was cut short.

"No. No, I won't hear any of that, go enjoy the nice day -"

The sound of glass shattering filled the house, everyone jumped.

Pepa picked up thr photo, it was of Antonio's ceremony.

"Camilo! Antonio! You both need to be careful!" Pepa scolded her younger children, a cloud growing over her head.

"Mi Vida, look." Felix whispers, taking the picture, showing his wife. "Where's Mirabel? She isn't in the photograph."

At this, the entire family started to crowd around, peering at the picture.

"Mirabel?" Antonio asks, looking up, the entire family copied. They looked at Mirabel, who was stood at the entrance of the kitchen, her hands clasped infront of her, a nervous look on her face, as if she had done something wrong.

"Mirabel, why aren't you in the picture?" Pepa asks, her voice carried confusion and a hint of sadness.

Mirabel looked away, her fingers interlaced before her hands moved to her to her side.

"W, well, you all were really excited, a and I wasn't included, I don't have a gift, I guess you all just forgot to include me, but I get why, I mean, you need to have a gift to be a Madrigal!" Mirabel says quickly, her hands moving as she spoke, moving with her voice.

As Mirabel spoke, the look on the Madrigals' faces slowly turned to stunned sadness.

Pepa's clowd turned dark and a light drizzle started to pour down.

"M, mirabel, we forgot you?" *Julieta asked, staring at her daughter. "Why didn't you say? We could've redone it." She says. Walking up to her daughter.

"Well, you were all really happy, a and I didn't wanna be a bother, so I just...stayed quiet." Mirabel says.

"Oh Miraboo." Agustìn says lovingly and sadly, using her nickname only he could say, he hugged his daughter tightly.

"You could never be a bother. You're a part of the familia Madrigal!" He smiles, trying to lighten the mood.

"This won't do." Alma says firmly, her hands clasped together, the entire family looked up to their Matriarch, waiting for her to continue.

"Next week. We will have a party, for Mirabel's sixteenth birthday." Alma says, then looks directly at Mirabel "And Mirabel, you will be the centre of the photo." Alma says firmly but kindly, showing she genuinely meant her words. "We missed your gift ceremony, and your Quinceara. We will have to fix that."

"You really don't have to!" Mirabel tried to change their minds, but the family was already brainstorming.

"Out! The future birthday girls cannot hear the plan!" Camilo says, ushering Mirabel to the kitchen.

Mirabel chuckled. She knew her family was trying to make up for it all.

Familia Madrigal was healing. And it would take time

But they'd slowly heal the cracks.

#encanto #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #madrigals #dolores madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #felix madrigal #alma madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #agustin madrigal #bit of angst #happy ending

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Encantober 2023 Day 6: Heart

Today was the day the entire Madrigal family started to take the week off of helping the Encanto. While each family member each had two days off throughout the week, there was only one week in the year they all agreed to take off together. That was also agreed upon by the town, since they were the ones to see firsthand each of the Madrigals overwhelm themselves in their own way that they agreed to take that weight off their shoulders.

The Madrigals usually spent the week spending time with each other as a family around the town. This year, they decided to spend the week out of the Encanto to travel more and find more places to visit in the future. They went to the town just north of the Encanto and stayed in three hotel rooms, since each room only had two queen-sized beds. Julieta and Agustin took the first room with Isabela and Mirabel. Pepa and Felix took the second room with Dolores and Antonio. Alma and Bruno took the last room with Luisa and Camilo.

The Madrigals found a beach near the hotel that they decided to go to on the first day of the week. Once they made their way to the beach, the Madrigals found a spot to put their chairs and bags that was spacious enough for all twelve of them. While they got quite a few annoyed glares from beachgoers because of how many of them there were, they just minded their own business because they never let other people ruin their week. Antonio saw a long row of seashells by the shore and wanted to collect some.

"Mami, can I go for a walk to collect shells?" he asked.

"Si, Tonito; just stay with Mirabel and don't go out too far." Pepa replied as Felix helped put sunscreen on her back.

"Yay!"

Antonio and Mirabel made their way to the shore to find some seashells that struck their eye. They found all kinds of seashells throughout their walk; small ones, big ones, and many in different shapes. The two youngest grandkids stopped in their tracks when Mirabel found a unique shell that no one has ever seen before. It was bright red, with several rough edges, and was shaped like a heart. It was the most beautiful shell either of them have ever seen.

"This must be a super rare shell," Mirabel pointed out as she held the shell up to the sun.

The shell shined and sparkled in the sunlight and Mirabel and Antonio were never more fascinated by anything their entire lives. Mirabel put the shell back down to let Antonio hold it.

"Do you think it belongs to a type of hermit crab we've never seen before?"

"Maybe; it could also belong to an exotic type of snail. Let's show everyone else the shell, since we should go back anyway. It's almost lunchtime."

Mirabel and Antonio made their way back to the family's beach spot with the shells they found. As they continued walking, they saw a young girl that was about Antonio's age crying by the water. Mirabel stopped with Antonio and ran over to the girl.

"Excuse me, I noticed you were sitting here upset. Are you okay?" she asked.

The girl sniffed before she could reply. "I can't find my mami and papi. I went swimming and came out to find them for lunch; now I don't know where they are."

Mirabel sat next to the girl by the water. Antonio followed and put the bucket of shells next to him. "Do you remember what they looked like?"

"My mami had dark, curly hair. Her skin color is just like yours. She was wearing a purple bathing suit with a flower on it."

Mirabel was impressed with how well-spoken the girl was. It reminded her of herself when she was her age. She stood up from the shore and tapped Antonio on the shoulder for him to also stand up.

"Just stay where you are right now. My cousin and I are going to try to find your parents for you. If we find them, we'll let them know and we'll come back for you."

The girl got up and hugged Mirabel. "Gracias; I'll stay for as long as I need to."

Mirabel and Antonio then left the shore to find the girl’s parents. Antonio used the shells they found to make a trail so they could find their way back to the girl when they found her parents. The two found so many seashells that the trail should be long enough for them to make a trail to find someone.

“Remember, Antonio, we just need to find a woman with dark, curly hair with similar colored skin as me wearing a purple bathing suit with a flower on it.”

Antonio nodded and kept on making the trail of seashells. They got further away from the shoreline until Antonio lifted his head to see a woman that looked exactly like the girl described wearing sunglasses and a beach hat sitting in a beach chair under an umbrella with a book, with a man next to her, who must have been the girl’s father.

“Do you think that’s the woman?” Antonio asked.

Mirabel looked in the direction Antonio was pointing in. “That should be her mami! I would like to ask her if she has a daughter, but she seems so relaxed right now and I don’t want to disrupt that.”

Not that long after they found her, the woman closed the book and put it in her beach bag and took her sunglasses off. She then reached for her husband’s chair and they held hands. It must have been a sign she was finished reading for the time being.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go ask her if she lost a child!” Antonio said as he grabbed Mirabel’s arm and ran to the umbrella.

The couple looked at each other, then Mirabel and Antonio once they got to their chairs and stopped right in front of them. She never felt more awkward her entire life, considering the fact that she never had to confront anyone about a missing child before

“Hola; I was wondering if you had a daughter that was about five years old wearing her hair in braids and a little sun hat?”

“Si; is there anything you need?” the woman asked.

“Well, I saw her by the shore crying, and she was scared that she lost you while she went swimming because she couldn’t find you.”

The couple sprang from their chairs. “She’s lost!?” the man asked in shock.

“Not necessarily, my cousin made a trail of seashells in case we also got lost and couldn’t find her while we went back. We can just follow the trail of shells and we should find her.”

The couple smiled at Mirabel and Antonio and got up from their chairs. The four of them followed Antonio's trail of seashells. Antonio led the way and put each seashell back in his pail one by one. The couple felt like they were going at a snail's pace with Antonio stopping to pick up the shells, but Antonio was just excited to put the shells back to show the rest of the family. It was not long before they got to the shore and found the girl sitting at the same place she was when Mirabel and Antonio first saw her. Mirabel walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, I think we found your mami and papi," Mirabel said.

The girl looked up to see her parents behind Mirabel and Antonio. She stopped crying, smiled excitedly, and got up to run up to them and give them a hug.

"Mami! Papi! I was so scared I couldn't find you!" the girl exclaimed.

"Lo siento, querida; we're sorry that you couldn't find you. We're just happy you're okay," her mother replied.

Not that much later, Julieta and Pepa ran over to Mirabel, Antonio, and the family. "There you two are! We've been looking all over for you!" said Julieta as she gave her youngest daughter a hug.

"We saved lunch for you two since we figured you must be starving! Where were you?" Pepa asked.

"We were about to come back for lunch until we saw this little girl right here crying by the shore. She was lost so we looked for her parents."

"Are these your mamis?" the girl asked.

"Si; this is my mama, Julieta, and my tia, Pepa."

"Let me just tell you how amazing your children are. They saw my daughter crying and their first thought was to find us. You are both amazing mothers that raised your children to have the best hearts," the woman explained.

"I'm Maria, by the way. Gracias again for finding my mami and papi," the girl said.

"I'm Mirabel, and this is my cousin, Antonio."

"Maria, before you leave, I want to give you something," Antonio said as he dug through his pail of shells. He dug through until he found the rare, bright-red, heart-shaped shell he and Mirabel found before finding her. “I know you may never see us again, but I want to give you this to remember us by.”

Maria smiled as Antonio handed her the shell. “It’s the most beautiful shell I’ve ever seen. Gracias, Antonio.”

Julieta and Pepa stared in awe at the shell, along with Maria. “Where did you find that shell?” Julieta asked.

“We found it by the shore. We have no idea where it came from, but we thought it looked cool, so we took it with us,” Mirabel explained.

“Well, we’re going to keep it in a safe place when we get home. Don’t worry, Mirabel and Antonio, we will not forget you after this generous gift,” Maria’s mother said.

“We won’t forget about you either, Maria,” Mirabel replied.

Mirabel and Antonio hugged Maria one more time before they went their separate ways. As Mirabel and Antonio walked back with their mothers, they gave their youngest child one more hug.

“You know how proud we are of you,” said Pepa.

“The fact that you found a lost girl and found her parents for you says so much about both of you as people,” Julieta added.

“Gracias, mami, tia; I really do hope that they really won’t forget about us,” Mirabel replied.

“I’m sure they won’t, they will probably put that heart-shaped shell you gave them in a special box that will open whenever they feel lost,” Pepa explained.

The four of them continued walking back until they found the rest of the family by their lounging spot so Mirabel and Antonio could have their lunch. They told the rest of the family what happened when they collected the shells and told the story of the bright-red, heart-shaped shell that started it all.

#encanto #disney #disney encanto #di #sney's encanto #encantober #encantober 2023 #day 6 #heart #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #original characters #beach #beach day #encanto fic #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #la familia madrigal

[ginnyweatherby]

Your wish is my command, @sophiasi1172 !!!

Sequel to this.

Word Count: Around 1700.

*****

A full week had passed since Mirabel's disastrous Gift ceremony, and the energy in Casita was still… unusual.

A dark cloud hung heavy over the entire town, but no one was sure whether it was Pepa's worry for the Miracle or Bruno's disappearance that conjured it.

Perhaps both.  All anyone knew was she and Julieta spent much of their days hunting high and low for their missing brother, hopes growing dimmer with each passing day.

Alma spent her time hiding in her room, clutching the candle for dear life, and on the rare occasion she ventured out, barking orders at anyone who was around.

The kids all felt terrible, no one knowing what to say when all the adults in their lives were in such distress.

But no one felt worse than poor Mirabel, who was seldom seen these days.  She'd been refusing to sleep in her own bed all week, spending both her days and nights holed away in the safety of her parents' bedroom.

But life did eventually have to move on, and Agustín was willing to put on a brave face if it meant getting his daughters to smile again.

He had just checked on Luisa in bed, watching for a moment as her chest rose and fell in gentle breaths.  With a kiss to her forehead, he pulled the blankets higher under her chin, taking extra care to make sure her large collection of stuffed animals were all tucked in comfortably beside her.

Mirabel, he knew, would be in bed beside Julieta when he eventually retired for the night… whether or not she slept would be another story.

That left Isabela, who wasn't in her room when Agustín passed by, despite the late hour.  He hummed under his breath.  The entire house was quiet, everyone else safely nestled into their beds, so he wasn't sure where his eldest had ended up.

He wandered throughout the house, making sure all the candles were blown out, and nothing was amiss before he prepared himself for bed.  Just as he walked into the kitchen, he saw her.

Isabela was seated at the table, her long hair falling down in a curtain in front of her face.  She looked like she may have been crying at one point, although her face was now dry.

"Isa?"

Isabela looked up at him as he stood in the doorway.

"Oh.  Hi, Papi,"  She said.  "I'm okay!"

Agustín tutted.  "Are you?"  He walked over to her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"Perfect."

Agustín hated that word.  Everyone had used that word to describe his daughter since the moment she was born.  Sure, she was perfect in his eyes, but it wasn't the same coming from someone else.  Not when it came riddled with expectations.

"You don't have to be okay,"  Agustín said with a squeeze to her shoulder.  "But I know what'll make you feel better."

"Your famous hot chocolate?"

"Precisely,"  Agustín may not have been a gourmet in the kitchen, but he made a damn good hot chocolate, if he did say so himself.

(Possibly even better than Julieta's, although he'd never tell her so.)

He made his way over to the stove and prepared the treat, while Isabela sat quietly at the table, tracing shapes on the wooden surface with her finger.

For a time, the only noises that were heard were the sounds of Agustín moving throughout the kitchen.  The stirring of a pot, opening of the ice box, a curse or two when he burned his hand. ("Don't repeat that.")

"Papi?"  Isabela's soft voice cut through the quiet of the room.

"Hmm?"

"Is Mirabel… gonna be alright?"

Agustín sighed.  He knew the stress was hard on everyone these days, but he hated that it was affecting the kids.  Poor Dolores had barely spoken a word in days, Mirabel was rarely seen without tear stains, and even Camilo's smile didn't quite reach his eyes as it usually did.

"She will, Amor,"  Agustín assured his daughter, ladling out two mugs of the sweet drink.  "It might take time, but she will."

He brought the cups over to the table and set them down.  Isabela immediately pulled one toward herself, wrapping her small hands around it.

"Hang on,"  Agustín said.  "You forgot the best part."  He rooted through the cabinet for a moment, until he found what he was looking for.

"Marshmallows,"  Isabela said, a small smile on her lips.

It may have been a small smile, but Agustín was glad to see it nonetheless.

"I know they're your favorite,"  Agustín said, scooping a handful into her mug, before plopping a few into his own.  "Salut."

They clinked their mugs together, and sat in silence for awhile.

"It's okay to be upset, Isa,"  Agustín said, blowing on his drink before taking a tentative sip.

"I'm not upset,"  She insisted, picking a marshmallow out and eating it.

"Okay,"  Agustín said, not believing her for a second.  "But it's okay if you are.  There have been a lot of changes around here lately."

"Papi, if you don't mind, I don't really wanna talk about this right now."

Agustín nodded, respecting her wishes.

Isabela took a few sips of her drink, and Agustín smiled when she put her cup down, a hot chocolate mustache on her lip.  Despite the front she put on, she was still a silly kid deep down.

"Ay, your mustache rivals mine!"  Agustín said, running a finger across his lip with a smirk.

Isabela touched her lip, her cheeks burning a soft pink.  "Papi, please."

Agustín smiled, handing her a napkin.

"So, I overheard you girls the other night,"  He said, dropping a few extra marshmallows into each of their cups.  "When you had that sleepover."

"You were snooping."

"I would never,"  Agustín threw a hand over his heart, an offended look on his face.  "I simply had to use the facilities, and happened to pass your room on the way."

"Mhm,"  Isabela didn't look convinced.  "What did you hear, exactly?"

"Oh… nothing much,"  Agustín peered at her over the rim of his mug.  "Just something about you kissing boys."

Isabela spat a mouthful of hot chocolate out, coughing for a moment before composing herself.

Agustín chuckled, handing her another napkin.  "So, the rumors are true."

"Papiiii,"  She whined.  "That's so embarrassing!"

"I know, my little girl?  Kissing already?"  Agustín shuddered.  "That means I'm getting old."

"You are old,"  Isabela said with a smirk.

"Got me there."

A beat.

"So who was it?"

"Papi, I'm not going to tell you that!"

"Why not?  Is he your boyfriend?"  Agustín wiggled his eyebrows at her, delighting in the embarrassed look on her face.

"N… no,"  Isabela said.  "He's not my boyfriend."

"Why not?"

"He's gross."

"Then why did you kiss him?"

"I didn't know he was gross until I kissed him,"  She said.  "But he is."

"How so?"  Agustín furrowed his brow.  "Did he try something?"

He felt a paternal sense of anger swell in his chest.  She was only eleven, he'd hoped to put off this conversation for a few years, but he was well aware how people already looked at her… even those who definitely shouldn't.  If he had done anything to hurt or make her uncomfortable he wou-

"Papi."

"He's a dead man,"  Agustín said, lowering his mug, the ceramic clinking against the table.  "Tell me his name."

"Papi, no,"  Isabela insisted.  "He just smells bad.  It's okay!"

"Hmm,"  Agustín wasn't swayed.  "Well, who does he think he is, kissing my baby without a proper bath?"

He was teasing, but he also couldn't rid himself of the feeling of dread.  His girls were growing up right in front of him, and all he wanted was to shield them from the world.

"Well, if he tries any funny business, let me know."  Agustín said, draining his cup.  "Your papa will not stand for any funny business."  He jabbed a finger into the air to prove his point.

"You've got it,"  Isabela said, draining her own.  "But also, I'm not going to do that."

"It won't be needed anyway,"  Agustín said.  "Since you won't be kissing anyone else until you're thirty."

"Papi!"

"I'm serious!"  He said, standing to move their cups into the sink.  "The only boy who is allowed to kiss you is me."

To accentuate his point, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head.  "Got that?"

"Got it."  Isabela giggled, before letting out a yawn.

"It's well past your bedtime,"  Agustín said, reaching out a hand.  "Why don't we get you upstairs?"

"I can't believe I still have a bedtime,"  Isabela pouted, but took his hand.  "Dolores doesn't."

"Dolores has never stayed up past nine o'clock in her life,"  Agustín reminded her.  "You, little lady, would stay awake until dawn if we let you."

Isabela huffed, but allowed her father to lead her to her room.

Agustín sneezed upon entering, the flowers aggravating his never-ending list of allergies, but ignored it as he helped Isabela into bed.

"Goodnight, you,"  Agustín pulled the covers up over her shoulders, planting another kiss on her head.  "Stop growing up so fast."

"Papi, I can't…"  Isabela yawned again.  "Can't help it."

Agustín sighed.  "I know, Amor.  I know."

"G'night,"  Isabela muttered, before rolling onto her side and quickly falling asleep.

Agustín patted her shoulder, before quietly edging out of the room, impressing himself by only tripping over one flower pot in the process.

He stretched and let out a yawn of his own as he made his way to his bedroom.  He pushed the door open to find Mirabel snuggled comfortably in Julieta's arms, sound asleep.

"I was wondering when you might join us,"  Julieta said, scooching over on the bed to make room for him to sit.

"Isabela needed me,"  Agustín said, toeing off his shoes, and laying beside her.

"Is she alright?"  Julieta's eyebrows knitted together in concern.

"She's fine,"  Agustín assured her.  "I made her some hot chocolate."

"With marshmallows?"

"As if there's any other way to drink hot chocolate,"  He scoffed.  He gently took Mirabel from her.  "They're getting so old, you know."

"I know,"  Julieta turned to her side to play with Mirabel's curls.  "Our big girls."

"Can't they still be babies, for a little while?"

Mirabel sighed in her sleep, nestling deeper into her father's embrace.

"Yeah,"  Julieta said, nuzzling into her pillow, her eyes falling shut.  "Maybe for a little while."

#i wrote this at 5 am sorry if it sucks #disney #encanto #encanto fanfic #isabela madrigal #agustín madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #otp: ay agustín #encanto fan fiction #weatherby writes #random ramblings

[bewitchingfanfiction]

Encanto (2022/05/11)

With their home rebuilt, life continued on rather splendidly. Luisa was able to relax more, Dolores got the man of her dreams, and Bruno was back with their family.

But of course, not all had been resolved, but then again, this particular thing was kind of Isabela’s own fault.

She never told anyone what was going through her head. She never told them how wrong the idea of marrying a man felt to her; the idea of marrying anyone.

Isabela loved her family, she loved people, but the idea of marrying someone and kissing them and having babies? Isabela wanted no part of it.

But she couldn’t tell anyone that. Not when it was expected of her to marry someone.

Dolores marrying Mariano bought her time, but two months later Abuela was talking about potential partners for her again.

Much like last time, the entire family was sitting around the table discussing the options, figuring out who would be the best suitor for her, never even asking once if she even wanted marriage.

Then again, why wouldn’t she? She was a grown woman, isn’t this what all girls dreamed of?

But after going through this process once, and having to go through it again after realizing just how much happier she was when she just did what she wanted…

She couldn’t stand it anymore.

Slamming her hands on the table, Isabela stood up angrily as cacti grew out around the table. “ENOUGH!” She exclaimed, startling her family members. “NO MORE OPTIONS. NO MORE MEN. NO MORE MARRIAGE!”

“Isabela?” Abuela gasped, eyes wide with concern and disbelief.

Breathing heavily, Isabela looked around the table almost desperately. “Luisa is of age, why can’t SHE get married!? Why can’t SHE have the children? WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME!?”

“Isabela, please-“ Pepa started, eyes wide as wind begin to pick up inside, a sign of her stress. “Calm down!”

Mirabel placed a hand on her shoulder with worry. “Isabela…let’s talk about this, do you not like the choices?”

“UGH IT’S NOT ABOUT THAT!” Isabela groaned, looking at them in frustration. “Why is it so wrong that I just don’t want to be with someone? Why is it so wrong that I don’t want to have sex!?”

Camilo, Felix, Agustin and Bruno flushed red with embarrassment as the girls looked appalled at her outburst. Antonio just looked confused.

Finally, letting out a huff, Isabela stormed off to her room, leaving a trail of cacti behind her.

~~~

Mirabel hesitantly entered Isabela’s room, noticing how much more flooded it was with plants. No longer did the room hold roses, instead nearly every spot had some sort of spike or exotic plant, it was difficult to walk through without catching your clothes on something, but Mirabel had a feeling Isabela preferred it like that.

She always did treasure what little privacy she could get, it’s only recently that Mirabel understands why.

“Isabela?” She called softly.

Vines wrapped around Mirabel’s ankles to keep her from going forward. Mirabel frowned and looked around the room, trying to see through all of the giant plants. Finally, she spotted a sort of cave made out of vines and cacti.

“Come on Isabela, talk to me.” Mirabel pleaded. “You know it helps to talk.” She tried to fight against the vines.

Slowly, their grip weakened and Mirabel rushed forward before Isabela could change her mind. She managed to get through the spikey plants, only getting a couple tears in her skirt. She found Isabela curled up hugging her knees in the plant cave, surrounded by cactus and sundew.

Mirabel hesitantly sat down nearby. “…Isabela?”

Weakly, Isabela spoke up. “How did you do it? Mirabel?”

“Huh?” Mirabel tilted her head.

Isabela looked at her, tears welled up in her eyes. “How did you spend…your whole life, feeling like you were wrong.”

Mirabel’s eyes widened.

Sniffling softly, she continued. “The family punished you, treated you like you were worthless because you weren’t given a gift, as if you had any control over it. Bruno left because everybody blamed him, for things he couldn’t help…it’s so unfair.”

Mirabel could only stare at her older sister helplessly.

Tearfully, Isabela looked at her, hiccupping. “But what about me!? My whole life, I’ve been adored but…but nobodies even seen me! All they went is perfect Isabela, grow roses Isabela, decide her entire future and she won’t complain Isabela! WELL I’M DONE WITH IT!”

The cacti grew larger, and Mirabel winced as one scratched her arm. Carefully, Mirabel rested a hand on Isabela’s arm. “I just don’t understand…I thought you wanted to get married…”

“I never wanted marriage, I never wanted love!” Isabela exclaimed. “Not like that. The idea of somebody touching me so personally…kissing me…conceiving…” Isabela shuttered uncontrollably. “It disgusts me!”

Mirabel’s eyes widened in shock. Even she fantasized about marrying someone someday, whether it was expected or not.

“I don’t expect you to understand.” Isabela told her sadly. “I just…I don’t know how to not be perfect. I’ve spent my whole life going against everything I feel in order to please others, but you showed me freedom Mirabel.” She looked at her pleadingly. “You showed me what it means to go against the path. To fight for what you want.”

Mirabel felt her heart warm. “Isabela…”

“But how can I fight? When fighting for what I want means disappointing the family and failing to do my part?” She whimpered.

Mirabel bit her lip, looking down for a moment. “…Isabela, when we rebuilt the casita, we left our old ways behind. Luisa relaxes, Dolores takes what she wants, and Abuela realized her families well being was more important than the miracle.”

Gently, Mirabel took Isabela’s face in her hands and used her thumbs to wipe away her tears, smiling softly.

“You don’t have to be perfect anymore, Isabela. You can stop now. You can be who you are, and even if the entire family hated you over it…”

Isabela’s eyes widened as Mirabel pulled her into a hug, not caring if she got poked by the cactus.

“No matter what, I will love you always.” Mirabel assured her.

Isabela sobbed hard against her, hugging her back tightly as more plants continued to grow around them.

Even if nobody else could understand, Mirabel would. And Mirabel would love her.

Maybe that’s all Isabela needed anyways.

[year2000electronics]

before watching encanto: oh haha nice! they made a ‘villain song’ using a loophole that everyone sees bruno as a bad omen. nice.

after watching encanto: we don’t talk about bruno IS a villain song bc it’s not REALLY about bruno, it’s about the true ‘villain’ of the movie- the family’s refusal to communicate with eachother healthily about the pressure to conform to the familial expectations, which is what is weakening the magic

#encanto #moth flies #brunos wedding joke affected pepa so heavily bc we see she wants to keep her storms in control... #camilo spends the entire time walking around as bruno... #dolores can hear him but she cant do anything abt it... #(kinda like how she loves mariano but doesnt want to disrupt isabela) #isa brags about bruno's prophecy for her being good so shes still perfect... #AND IN THE END THEYRE ALL TALKING OVER EACHOTHER BUT NOBODYS REALLY LISTENING

[peppermint-joys]

Being Camilo’s Tag-Along Would Include…

I've been wanting to write some Camilo. The reader's age is five.

You’re the same age as Antonio.

At home, you have eight brothers and sisters. You're actually the third youngest. No longer the baby, and nowhere near first born; Being one of the middle kids, you often feel unnoticed, voiceless.

It doesn’t help that most of your siblings like to tease and blame things on you.

You were watching some other children play futbol. You’d have joined them, but most of them were bigger than you. You're certain they’d trample you before even had the chance to get the ball.

One second you’re sitting criss-cross, picking at grass; the next you’re laying flat on your back, a stinging pain burning one side of your face. You’d been hit! Smacked by a ball on the side of your face.

Some kid's scattered, afraid to get in trouble for hurting someone so young, two of which were your siblings. The remaining three argued about what to do until one approached you.

"That was really hurtful. I understand that you're sad and that's okay." Their tone was soft yet warm.

"Would you like help?" When you nodded, holding your arms out in silent expectation of hug, they scooped you up. "Let's get some bollo de mazorca."

They carried you all the way to the middle of town; telling you jokes, asking questions in an attempt to distract you from your pain.

"¿Cuál es tu color favorito, pequeño?"

They held your hand the entire time while you waited in line for a women's food cart. You noticed everyone ahead of you looked injured in some way.

As soon as you swallowed your first bite of bollo de mazorca your nose stopped throbbing, and the sting at the side of your face ceased.

After arguing/assuring the woman at the table they weren’t the one who injured the teen clade in yellow tenderly offered to walk you home. Again, they were telling jokes and showing an actual interest in getting to know you. The latter of which rarely occurred at home.

“I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N)” You finally spoke.

“Oh, so now you speak to me,” they joked. Their teasing was different from your siblings’; kinder. “Hola, (Y/N), soy Camilo, Camilo Madrigal.”

From then on, you followed Camilo everywhere.

Camilo’s big sister, Dolores, nicknames you “anadón” (duckling). She and the rest of the family think it's adorable how you follow Camilo around.

It becomes a regular sight around Encanto, Camilo and their anadón. If someone was looking for Camilo, they need only find you. Shifted or not, it;s safe to assume you’d be by their side.

Camilo never complains. You aren’t causing any harm, and you “help” them with their chores (you’re five, you’re only capable of so much). Besides, Camilo’d seen you with your siblings. It wasn’t hard to figure out why you followed them around.

You remind Camillo so much of their other little sibling, Antonio.

When you cry, Camilo’s quick to pick you up, wrapping their arms around you in a tight hug. Camilo’s learned you don’t like it when they shift for you. You very much prefer Camilo just the way they are.

As you spend more time with the middle, yellow, madrigal child, you become more open to being yourself around them. You’re a silly child when you choose to be.

Camilo recruits you to assist them in some of their more minor pranks. You’re a proficient accomplice and an excellent alibi.

They also turn you into a theater kid. Tío Bruno reports, he’s never been so moved by the death of one of his least favorite characters (played by you).

It can be embarrassing at times. You following Camilo practically everywhere (for them not you). In that way, it might be embarrassing for your grandmother to hug you in front of your friends.

All the Madrigal’s love you, Camilo’s side of the family especially. You’re frequently invited over to theirs’ for meals and sleep overs.

Felix and Pepa have somewhat adopted you as one of their own, despite you having loving parents of your own. When Camilo is busy and cannot have you following them, Antonio is your playmate. He’s your best friend (Camilo’s just your favorite.)

If your siblings give you any trouble, Camilo won’t be the only one to hand it to them. All of Casa Madrigal is protective of you, including Casita itself. Though you don’t technically live under their roof, they all consider you part of the family.

Mirabel makes a ruana in your favorite color to match Camilo’s. Camilo pretends it isn’t a big deal when you show them and say, “now I can be just as amazing as you!” However, inside his heart is absolutely melting.

You’re Camilo’s anadón. Their third sibling. They don’t mind if you follow them everywhere. So long as you’re happy and smiling, they’re content.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal x child reader #camilo madrigal #the madrigals #madrigals x child reader #madrigals x reader #self insert #disney #fluff #encanto x reader

[onlybeeewrites]

One more kiss fluff prompt with Bruno???

You got it, love!

One last thing

A/N: sorry if this is a bit shorter than the rest. But it’s still adorable. Hope you enjoy :)

request by: anonymous

Prompt: 16. "One more kiss?"

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x gn!reader

Warnings: slightly angsty with a happy ending :)

You and Bruno had always been close. Always. Growing up it had been rare to see you two apart. You had been glued to his side your entire life. You had been there for him thick and thin. So it hurt more than anything once he disappeared. With no note or word left by him, the loneliness was overwhelming. Much like this family, you have been left in the dark about the reason for his disappearance.

Each day hurt more and more knowing he was gone. You both had been together for years, and when you thought you both would plan a wedding date....he was gone. Every day you searched more and more, trying to find someplace as to where he had gone. Casita even allowed you to spend time in his room to help cope. But it didn't help. Only time would.

But Casita kept the truth from you. Knowing that the love of your life was hidden within the walls. Bruno watched through the walls of the dining room, watching as you had dinner almost every night with his family.

You had grown up with the Madrigals and became one of them rather quickly. And since Bruno left, you had been on your own completely. So more often than not you spent your time helping around the home. And Bruno watched every day. From the first day to weeks the tears would not stop coming out of your eyes. And the guilt he felt for leaving you without a single word, he could have. He should have left you something. Anything.

But he watched you. Bruno watched as you got so strong in this grief. Dealing with his disappearance, but still keeping a strong facade for his nieces and nephews, his sisters. You were always the strong one. It was something he loved most about you.

And that faithful night as Mirabel stood up to Alma, you had never felt so proud of her. How she stood up for herself, her sisters, their family. You thought of Bruno, how he would have been proud of his niece as well. How similar the two were.

But soon enough the house began to crumble, and Casita helped you all out in the last push to keep you safe. Your eyes widened as the home began to crumble and fall apart, the magic fading. And what you had not known, Bruno had escaped in the side of the home while Julieta scrambled to find Mirabel as the house finally settled in a pile of rubble.

Everyone was shaken. Scared. How could this happen?

The next thing you knew was everyone searching for Mirabel. You could see the panic on Julieta's face. It was the same panic you had in your chest. Mirabel disappeared. Just like Bruno.

So quickly you all began to search, not knowing that Alma had found her by the river where she lost her husband Pedro. Also where Bruno met up with them as well.

And when they returned you stared at him, as he had a moment with his family to apologize. So many emotions ran through you as he then turned to you, walking up to you as he gathered the courage.

"Amor..." He started, his eyes shifting as he wrang his hands in nervousness. How could he expect you to forgive him? And then he felt the slap across his face. It wasn't hard enough to leave a mark, but it was enough to sting. His hand moved to where you had hit him. He let out a small chuckle as if he had expected that. "yeah...I uh, deserve that huh?" he asked as he shifted his eyes from the ground and back up towards you.

"No." you say in a shaky voice, "That was just for not telling me. I missed you," You had tears in your eyes. Where had he been? He had a lot of explaining to do. But for now, he was home, and you would never let him go. You pulled him into a tight hug before Camilo spoke.

"Well, what do we do now? We don't have a house," he said, earning a scolding look from his father. "What?" laughter rang amongst the family.

"A new foundation would be nice," Mirabel said, as Alma nodded in agreement. Then they heard everyone in town coming to help the Madrigals rebuild their home.

It was a special moment. The Madrigals had spent their lives helping the town, and now they would return that favor. Soon enough the home had been rebuilt, Mirabel got her door and everything was normal.

Until about a week later and Bruno had been acting strangely. Casita and Antonio had come gotten you once evening, pulling you out to the courtyard of the home. "What is this all about?" you questioned the youngest Madrigal who just shrugged innocently.

"Tio Bruno just wants you to meet him here, is that so bad?" he asked. But before you could respond, you made it to the top of the stairs. It was all beautifully decorated with your favorite flowers that were probably provided by Isabela. Candles lined the stairs similarly to how it was during the ceremony.

And petals were scattered into a large circle where Bruno was standing nervously. Antonio grinned and gave you a small push. All the cousins were watching behind the plants from afar, while Felix, Pepa, Julieta, and Agustin were in the doorway to the kitchen. Alma was off to the side.

"What...what is this?" your mind knew in a way what was happening but it was difficult to process. What this why Julieta had you changed into a nice dress? Slowly you walked down the stairs to Bruno as he fumbled with something in his hand.

"Well uh...I figured this was coming for a while and since everything is alright now, and I'm back, and you're back..." his voice was shaking and his eyes moved everywhere to look at anything but you.

"Amor," you reassure gently, "Take a breath," you add with a giggle as he nodded and did so before speaking again.

"I have loved you for so long. And being away from you only showed me how strong you are and how much I truly need you in my life. I have seen many visions but....this was one future that I thought couldn't be true. But I love you. And if you'd like, I would like to marry you. And be by my side, for the rest of our days," he finished nervously as he waited for your reaction.

You were at a loss. You didn't think it would ever happen. But late is better than never, hm? So you nodded, "Yes!" you said before cupping his face and kissing him all over. "Yes, yes, yes" you mumbled between kisses, before allowing him to slip on the ring onto your finger. His family all popped out of their places and cheered.

"Perfect, celebratory dinner is already," Julieta said with a grin, "come eat," she said as everyone started to come downstairs to have some dinner and delicious desserts.

Bruno started to move before you stopped him, "Wait, one last thing...one more kiss?" you asked with a lovesick grin. How could he say no?

"Of course, mi vida," he said before cupping your face and kissing you lovingly. You would now always be at his side, and you would always be safe. After everything they had been through, everything was now finally perfect.

#Bruno Madrigal #Bruno imagine #Bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #Encanto imagine #Encanto #fluff #fluff imagine #wholesome #wholesome imagine #onlybeeewrites #x reader #reader insert #x gn!reader #gn!reader

[0pexigon0]

Bruno x male!reader

Plot: Headcanons on getting married to Bruno

Takes place on before he left!

•The date is August 8th, the day that two special people celebrate their special day

•Pepa and Felix are setting the decorations on the altar

•Julieta made the cake with the help of her husband, Agustin

•Camilo and Maribel were like 4-5 at the time so they are just playing dolls in their rooms or something-

•Deloris was somewhat older so she was in charge of making sure the cake was alright

•Isabella was setting up flowers and Luisa was carrying the heavy decorations

•Abuela is doing Abuela things, I don’t really see her doing much except looming over others and silently judging them

•The entire town is invited, all of them had brung gifts! Yay….!

•The casita itself is overly excited obviously

•Bruno is terrified, he’s making sure his hair is perfect, his tie is perfect, his suit isn’t wrinkly.

•Meanwhile, his soon-to-be husband is just enjoying life while putting some MANLY earrings in

•Bruno puts some matching earrings in as well, making sure those are perfect

•He believes seeing the groom is bad luck so he purposely avoids his soon-to-be husband at all costs

•He’s also constantly knocking on the altar, “Knock Knock Knock Knock on wood”

•Tuxedos aren’t necessarily his thing but it’s his wedding so he’s going to try to enjoy this as much as he possibly can

•He’s roaming around the wedding area, fiddling with his earrings as he avoids his fiancé, telling Pepa and Julieta to tell him if [Name]’s around

•[Name] doesn’t mind this whole “bad luck” thing at all, if it calms Bruno down then he’s also calm

•He also tries to avoid Bruno, not because he wants to but because it makes Bruno feel better

•He’s very patient with Bruno about these things

•The time is now and Bruno is fiddling with his earrings, making sure they are perfect

•[Name] arrives and everyone is gawking at his tux, his surprisingly calm face, and the matching earrings he and Bruno have

•Bruno can finally relax and stare at his beloved

•[Name]’s father walks him down the aisle, if his father isn’t around then both Felix and Agustin walk him down the aisle

•All three of the men have a good brotherly relationship established so it’s not awkward

•Felix is whispering a couple jokes while Agustin is shushing him while stifling his laughter

•Finally, they reach Bruno and Bruno is just wondering what they were talking about, on the other hand, Delores is biting the inside of her cheek to not laugh at her father’s jokes

•Bruno resisting the urge of knocking on the alter

•Abuela was the “priest”, and she was just talking about the wonderful day, thanking everyone for joining, all things “priests” do

•[Name] and Bruno holding hands, [Name]’s thumb rubbing Bruno’s comfortingly, meanwhile Bruno just can’t get over the beauty of his amor

•I mean, now he’s going to spend the rest of his remaining years with this man, this beautiful, handsome man

•Before they both know it, Abuela says the magic words they’ve been both dying to hear

•”You May kiss the groom” she smiles

•[Name] and Bruno don’t waste time smashing their lips into their own

•Their earrings glowing brighter than ever as they wholesomely hugged each other

•I imagine Bruno being slightly shorter than [Name] so he’s holding back tears and digging his head on the crook of his now-husband’s neck

•If Bruno’s taller then he’s nose deep in [Name]’s hair, just enjoying his scent as [Name] is hugging the literal life out of Bruno

•Everyone is clapping and cheering, some even crying. (Camilo)

•When the both of the new-weds are cutting the cake together, [Name] doesn’t waste time putting a bit of frosting on Bruno’s nose

•Bruno is nervously laughing and trying to cut the cake smoothly, knocking on the table

•The cake was divine, [Name] had to remind himself to thank Julieta for that

•The party finally begins and Felix is joking around with his new brother-in-law, laughing and yelling out jokes over the music

•Bruno is being congratulated by the citizens of Encanto, sipping on his alcoholic drink to try and forget his embarrassment

•Eventually, [Name] makes it over to Bruno and invites him to dance, which Bruno doesn’t hesitate to oblige

•The two are having a good time as new-weds, [Name] finally answering the question that was on his mind

•”Did you see this in our future?”

•Bruno’s taken back a little, but answers anyways, “I did… I saw a lot.. And I’m glad I did”

•[Name] just smiles, but it’s not his normal smile. It’s an almost empathetic smile, one that said “I knew it”

•The two fell into a deep embrace, not moving an inch

•Eventually, the ceremony is over and guests are leaving

•[Name] and Bruno went to Bruno’s room, now laying in bed in just some boxers

•But matching, just like their earrings

•”Well…”

•[Name] looked over to Bruno

•”You’re a Madrigal now… How does that feel?”

• “Amazing…”

Date: 12/2/22

#bruno x male reader #bruno x reader #encanto bruno #bruno madrigal #Bruno #bruno my beloved #wedding #mlm

[ermine-writer]

Some of my "Grown Up" Encanto Headcanons

I told you guys I would get you more headcanons so here we go, all the grown-ups!

General

There is very little definition in Cool Kids versus Warm Kids, just Weather Mom vs Cooking Mom. All these adults will comfort any child in the way they can.

They don't have Favorites, just ones that they end up comforting/relating to the easiest.

All the 50 yr olds are super close. Like, they would hang out on the weekends just because close.

Abuela

She thinks of all these adults as her kids. Her sons-in-law were just later additions.

Has never gotten over the Single Mom of Three mentality of "if I hear a thump it's fine, if I hear a thump and crash it's less fine, if I hear a thump and screaming it's Not Fine, if I hear a thump and silence something is Very Wrong".

Absolutely peeks into people's rooms sometimes to be sure they're okay. Especially Bruno now that he's back.

Was an absolute worrywort whenever someone got sick pre-Julieta. Like, very comforting and doting.

IS the entire criminal justice system of the Encanto.

Follows the old school "don't get caught" way of getting back at someone that has wronged someone else. Says "be the bigger person" and hands Camilo a bat at the same time.

Julieta

Cooks everything with Loooveeeeee~.

The parent that rolls with everything. Oh? Camilo is "Juan" today? Well tell "Juan" he better come have dinner. Oh? Dolores is nowhere to be found? Well let's hope these COOKIES DON'T SUDDENLY GO MISSING FROM THE COUNTER.

Was the tiebreaker triplet. Not meaning she was the peacekeeper, because they all took turns with that, but she would cast the deciding vote.

Has a very corny sense of humor. Like, Pepa and Bruno learned how to roll their eyes specifically because Julieta isn't funny but she's so earnest you have to laugh.

Graceful to a fault. Could balance twelve plates on her person and walk a tightrope just fine. She just married clumsy.

Her confidence is purely from age. She was not confident as a kid.

Pepa

Was very sad to not get to share the nursery anymore. What do you mean she spends her entire life with those two and now they live in different rooms? No.

Random pile of blankets spotted around the house? A Pepa nest, do not disturb for she may be in it.

The fastest to anger triplet. Anytime she saw someone in town even remotely being mean to another Madrigal she nipped it in the bud with a glance. Not even because of the weather, just because she's spicy.

The worst at offering comforting words so the best to go to if you just want to be held and rocked, you're never too old in Pepa's eyes.

Has anxiety but is actually really rational. But when your every emotion is on display it doesn't matter how rational you are, people call you emotional.

Feels bad every time a regular storm passes through the Encanto because she can't really stop it.

Bruno

The funny triplet. His jokes are hit or miss but his method of comfort is 'lightening the mood'.

Was terrified he'd break and drop Isabela but by the time Camilo rolls around he was an absolute pro. Very sad he never got to hold Antonio.

Would do plays and performances for the sobrinos. And let them participate if they wanted to. (Was the best story reader for a similar reason.)

Has a backup ruana because the sobrinos would steal it with the hood up and say "No, I'm Bruno," then give each other futures. (Like, 'you'll have a papaya with breakfast' or 'you're going to give me all your cookies'.)

Mirabel is his favorite, but he loves all of them. Has a special connection to the Big Kids because he helped raise them, but wants to connect to the Little Kids since he feels like he missed a lot.

Don't want to talk about why you're sad? Go sit with Bruno and hear childhood triplet stories or him read a book in a silly voice.

Agustín

People thought he was getting hurt on purpose to hang out with Julieta every day for months before he figured out he liked her. He's just clumsy.

Julieta thinks his glasses are cute and he always wonders if maybe that's why he still needs them. (Not in a resentful way, just a cutesy way.)

Cooks for Julieta whenever he can. Is actually a really good cook and less accident-prone in Casita's kitchen.

Camilo tried to eat his glasses multiple times as a baby. Agustín doesn't bring it up but still has a soft spot for him because of it.

Taught all the kids piano but Luisa took to it the best. He misses having her sit on his lap and pretend to play.

Asks Isabela for a new shirt flower every day, because it started mostly cute and at this point if he didn't ask she would think he's dying.

Félix

Kid: Saw this redheaded girl sobbing in a field, asked why she was sitting in the rain and didn't understand why she looked so mad at him. Teen: Oh! That's why she was so mad. Adult: If I don't marry this woman my life has been for nothing.

Absolutely charmed Abuela and Julieta while he was starting to date Pepa because he knew he couldn't without their permission. Also tried to be nice to Bruno but was pretty sure Bruno hated him (spoiler: Bruno did not.)

Chastises the kids the most because they know Pepa has a bleeding heart and unless it's Really Serious they can get away with it.

Used to dance with all the nietas, letting them step on his feet and never letting them know it hurt.

He and Agustín made a good team because together they had music and dance. They're also bros.

ABSOLUTELY tells every story like it was amazing and Pepa is pointing out what went wrong but Félix is just beaming like "okay so?"

Next up will probably be the Warm Siblings, then finally the Cool Sisters! 🤔I haven't really decided yet!

#encanto #encanto headcanons #Ermi headcanons #abuela madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #agustin madrigal #felix madrigal #madrigal family

[wanda-maximoff-enthusiast]

Aww, you're so sweet! All the thanks goes to you for cheering me up when I had a bad day, your Camilo story was the perfect remedy! 😊 And thank you for saying you'd be happy to take more of my requests~ Could I please request one for my 2nd favourite character after Camilo, Bruno? A Bruno x fem! reader where they're a couple, they're super in love but Bruno overhears people in town talking, saying he's not good enough for her, he gets sad, but reader assures him she loves him? Thank you 💕

Of course, my dearest anon <3

~Worthless~

Bruno Madrigal x fem!reader

Summary: Bruno is madly in love with (Y/N), and (Y/N) is madly in love with Bruno, but what happens when the town's judgemental whispers start effecting him?

Warnings: VERY MUCH SAD BRUNO, Angst, depressing stuff, Brunito has a panic attack poor baby, nice happy ending though, so it gets better.

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Bruno Madrigal had known love before, in the form of his sisters and nieces and nephews, but the love you showed him made his heart swell with delight.

He adored you, with every inch of his 'seven foot frame', and he had never been happier than the day he learned that you felt the same way. The moment the two of you began dating, your separate and oh-so-different world's became one.

He'd loved you from the moment he met you. You were both around 15, and you had walked Pepa home carrying an umbrella over her head so she wouldn't get her hair wet. You didn't mind that your hair was getting wet. You had accepted Pepa's frantic apologies straight away, offering her a gentle hug which miraculously made the clouds above her fade into sunshine. He thought you were the sweetest girl in the entire Encanto.

His feelings grew when he saw you again, both of you about 18 years old at this point, cooking in the kitchen with Julieta. You weren't actually cooking, but you were passing his sister the ingredients whenever she needed them and held her notebook open so she could see the notes she'd made on the food she was making. You didn't cringe when she got frustrated. You simply spoke to her in a soft voice, and rubbed her arm in a comforting fashion when she got stressed.

Then Bruno properly met you a few months later, in which you had a full conversation and introduced yourselves. It was then that you realised you were in love with Bruno Madrigal. And you had been lovers ever since.

However, the two of you only publicly announced your relationship after Casita was rebuilt, claiming that you weren't ready beforehand and 10 years had separated you both mentally and physically. And yet, most of the responses had been overall positive, while you and Bruno tried not to listen to the negatives.

Well, Bruno tried, and you succeeded, not knowing of the pain he was in.

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It started when he was walking through the town, running some errands for Mirabel's dress-making desires. You were spending some time with your niece Isabela, intently listening as she spoke about her favourite plants and their anatomies.

After paying for some silk and thread he thought his niece could use well, he was about to go into another shop, before hearing some whispers.

'You see him? That's Bruno.'

'Ugh, looks a bit scruffy for a Madrigal.'

'Can you believe that Señorita (L/N) and him are lovers?'

Tears stung at his eyes due to the insults, but he kept walking, determined not to break down in self-loathing.

Then, more whispers.

'No wonder we shouldn't talk about him.'

'Isn't he the freak that ruined his sister's wedding?'

'And he killed Señora Ozma's fish!'

And even more.

'Look at the state of him, he's a mess.'

'Aren't he and (Y/N) dating?'

'Well, clearly not for long, judging by how he looks.'

Then snickers. And laughs.

Bruno couldn't take it anymore and he turned and fled, hiding his dark curls within the hood of his ruana, which also disguised the tears dripping down his cheeks.

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Bruno entered Casita swiftly, walking into Isabela proudly showing off her first cactus.

'Well, Mirabel did help, but it was mostly me!'

'It's beautiful Isa, absolutely- oh hi Bruno! Is everything ok-'

Bruno didn't give you time to finish, simply rushing up the stairs and into his room.

'What's gotten him in a mood?' Your niece asked, her elegant face morphed with confusion.

'I- I'm not sure. I'll go talk to him.'

'Okay Tía (Y/N)'

You asked Casita to take you to Bruno's room, and noticed the door left slightly open, indicating your boyfriend was in there. Bracing yourself for the ungodly amount of sand and stairs you were about to face, you opened the door and stepped inside.

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'Bruno?' You called out, having finally reached the top of the staircase. 'Amor? It's me, (Y/N).'

No response, except you could faintly hear muffled sobs coming from Bruno's bedroom.

'Corazón?' You asked gently, opening the door quietly, and being completely and utterly shocked by the state of your lover. Curled up on your shared bed, his ruana discarded on the floor, hands in his hair and breathing heavy and too quick to be normal.

'Bruno, mi amor!' You exclaimed, rushing to him and wrapping your arms around his body, placing his head in the crook of your neck as you wove your fingers through his tangled locks.

'Okay amor, nice deep breaths. Nice deep breaths.' He followed your steady breathing pattern until he was calm again, his shallow breaths turning into small hiccups.

Rubbing his back and placing small kisses on his head, you began to wonder why your Bruno, your sweet, lovely Bruno, was so upset? But before you could ask, he began explaining.

'Just some stuff the townspeople have been saying. About how I don't deserve you and I'm a freak.'

Your clutch on him tightened. What horrible things! Surely if people knew the real Bruno, and not the persona his nephew had made up to scare Mirabel, they would think differently. He began to cry into your neck again.

'I feel so worthless, (Y/N), so worthless, like nobody cares about me and nobody ever will.'

'No. I'm going to stop you right there. Bruno Pedro Madrigal, I love you, with my entire soul and being. Why would I have waited ten years for you if I didn't love you? I love the way you smile at me in the morning, the way you run your fingers through your hair just as a casual thing, I love the way you grab my hands and fiddle with my fingers when you get nervous!'

Pulling away and cupping your hands around Bruno's tear-stained cheeks, you pressed a kiss to his quivering lips.

'I adore you Bruno. You are not worthless, and I never want to hear that word come from you again. Te amo, mi vida, mi corazón.'

He smiled at you, such a glorious sight and kissed you once more, before burying his face into your hair.

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Bruno Madrigal had known love before, in the form of his sisters and nieces and nephews, but the love you showed him made his heart swell with delight.

And as you sat with him, arms wrapped around his waist, pressing small kisses to his neck and shoulders, he thought his heart would explode.

And, safe to say, the townspeople wouldn't pick on him again. Rumour has it there were rolling pins and thunderstorms involved, but that's a story for another day.

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I did cry while writing this but let's just pretend I didn't-

also yes I imagine Bruno's middle name to be Pedro fight me

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[andromourir]

Fail By Design (Chapter Four)

A Revealing Party

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Summary: “Oh, well sorry that I’m not comfortable with a stranger who's literally been living in the walls for the last ten years.”

(chapter one) - (chapter two) - (chapter three)

If seeing your father come back from the dead wasn’t enough of a mixture of hurt and shock, consider your “sister” telling you that she “knew he never left” and that she “heard him every day” more of one.

Dolores had no right to keep that from him.

Bruno had left.

For ten fucking years.

Camilo was furious. It wasn’t as if he spent the last ten years grieving over a man that he thought was dead. It wasn’t as if he grew up for those ten years with little knowledge of him. Ha. Fuck Camilo, right? He doesn’t matter.

And apparently he never did, if the last few months proved anything. The entire village gathered round the Madrigal family, explaining that it was time that they gave back. So little by little, day by day, Casita was rebuilt. It wasn’t perfect, some bricks weren’t level, paint meshed in weird areas, the little garden that Isabella had set up was barely holding on.

That wasn’t important. What mattered to Camilo, was that his father was avoiding him. For Mirabel. Yes, Bruno was helping out, the entire family adored him and he did something special with each of them.

Isabella’s garden was helped by Bruno. Abuela doted on her only son through profuse apologies. Dolores gossiped about telenovela with him. Luisa relaxed in the grass and told stories with Bruno. His tías and tíos were relieved and excited to have the older man back in their lives. Even Antonio got to spend time with Bruno, and the rats apparently.

But that wasn’t what truly pissed him off.

It seemed that Mirabel became Bruno’s favorite in a matter of weeks. Whenever he wasn’t with the rest of the family, he was with her. They were basically tied to the hip. Whether it was just talking, helping rebuild, sew new clothes for the rest of the family or walking around and helping the village; they worked as a team. His father smiled and joked with Mirabel, seemed okay with hugging her and complimenting her on everyday tasks. He became her source of friendship.

Papa, do you remember what you sewed into my gift? Do you remember my gift? Do you remember me? I missed you so bad, and yet you don’t seem to care. That’s supposed to be me. You aren’t his child. Why did he so easily disregard me?

But him? Anytime Bruno became aware that Camilo was within reach, that was a sign that he needed to leave. No matter how much his own son called out to him, he was ignored.

There was a nasty inner part of Camilo that grew bigger every second that Bruno seemed to shy away from him. It made his chest ache in envy, filled his mind with poison and he hated every second that it was there to remind him.

Why are you walking away? Was it something I did? Am I that disappointing of a son, that you can’t even bear to be around me?

So there was the nasty side of Camilo that he kept hidden, but the side that seemed to overload that hatred and jealousy…was just overwhelming, painful loneliness. He didn’t have anyone to be around. He couldn’t help out. He was too weak without his powers, he wasn’t funny enough without his powers. He was never enough.

And that was the worst part. Feeling that you aren’t enough for someone. But the agony that Camilo felt at seeing every interaction between his father and Mirabel…eventually became numb, just like before. The void that was so quickly filled by the knowledge that he was alive, barely processing any of the emotions to still having no personal conversation. He’d built himself and his life around the belief that he was someone who just didn’t get to have a father. How do you reconcile with someone who basically faked their own death?

So he made do. He tried to be useful but was often pushed away, until he decided to just reside in the back forest where his Abuelo Pedro was buried. He’d sit by the stream in silence, sometimes meditating. He tried to learn how to skip rocks, but grew easily frustrated. Other times he sat beneath the waterfall, hoping the rushing water would mask the sound of his cries for a father that seemed to favor his cousin. The months seemed to pass in slow-motion. It was lonely.

And eventually, Casita was rebuilt.

But with a rebuild, came Mirabel’s moment to shine. Camilo tried his best to support her, giving her a smile and a thumbs up when the door knob was given to her. And with one turn, the encanto was back.

While others were excited for the new opportunity to use their gifts, Camilo loathed it. The feeling of power rushing through his veins, the ability to make people happy….it wasn’t him anymore. The whole community continued on, as if nothing ever happened. But it wasn’t normal, and Camilo couldn’t pretend it was. Casita had welcomed them back easily, the rooms unchanging as if he could easily forget the memory of the house going down, covered by the screams of those he loved. As if he could still turn his wrist without a dull ache residing.

Instead of the cries of fear lingering in the air, it was the sound of joyful screaming as the town celebrated, Pepa’s whirlcloud of rain washing over them as plants seemed to thrive even underneath the footsteps of Antonio’s animals.

So, of course, when the celebration finally ended, and everyone went home, it turned worse for him. Because he’s Camilo, and nothing ever goes right for him.

It started with side comments by his cousins during the clean-up, that he should talk to Bruno, or do this-and-that with him. Same results as last time. Ask a question, get a shocked look before the other would run away. Resigned, Camilo didn’t even bother.

Until it all came crashing down.

They were at the dinner table, all resting when Abuela finally made a comment.

“Ah, mi familia. I thank you all for staying positive during the last few months of hard work, and with that, and thanks to Mirabel, our encanto was restored. I also thank you for helping Bruno accumulate back into our home, it means the world that our precious Brunito has been returned, and that you all have been so welcoming-” Her speech was cut short by an audible snort.

Heads swiveled over to a single individual. Surprisingly, not Camilo.

It was Mirabel.

“Lo siento, Abuela, but Camilo hasn’t really been part of the building, and I don’t think he’s hung out with Bruno yet.” A swift glance over from Camilo showed Mirabel winking at him and mouthing the words, “revenge for you dumping paint on me.”

To be completely fair, Camilo felt that she deserved it. Well, the petty part of him did.

“Oh, well sorry that I’m not comfortable with a stranger who's literally been living in the walls for the last ten years.” Camilo retorted automatically. He winced, that definitely was an internal thought. He was in for it now.

There was a second of pause, before Abuela tsked. “Now Camilo, I know you haven’t seen your Tio Bruno in ten years, but that doesn’t mean you need to act so rude. You haven’t even introduced yourself to him! As you know Bruno was trying to protect us, there’s no need-”

Camilo tuned her out, staring at the plate in front of him. This wasn’t happening. He’s barely begun to process that his father was alive, not to mention that he left to protect someone else, and now that someone is his favorite person. Camilo was pissed.

“Ay, lo siento. I’m going to excuse myself and head to bed,” Camilo gritted out, pushing his chair back, but was interrupted with a sharp “Casita!” by Abuela. He now found himself held hostage at his own dinner table.

This wasn’t happening. This really, couldn’t be happening.

“Now Camilo,” Abuela began again. “Introduce yourself to your tio.”

The Madrigals were shocked, as a sharp laugh filled the air. One look at Camilo, and they knew something was instantly wrong. Cold eyes were narrowed at Bruno, a smirk playing off his lips.

“Ah..I see. My apologies, I didn’t think I would need to introduce myself to my own fucking father.”

The silence seemed to deafen the room, before several individuals shot up out of their chairs frantically trying to figure out how the hell Camilo had figured it out.

Is this what you call a family?

But Camilo wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. If they were going to force all of his issues out now, it was going to be on HIS terms.

“Besides,” Camilo spoke over the others. “If you couldn’t even see properly, dear old dad doesn’t even love me. If we’re basing it off the fact that he can’t bear one second of me being in his presence, not to mention are we all forgetting the fact that he ran away to the WALLS without a single goodbye to his own child?! All because he cared more about Mirabel? And now that he’s back, let’s focus on exactly who he’s spending the most time with. OH! Right, it’s mi prima, not his own fucking son.”

“Hey Mira.” The call of her name caught her off-guard, but Mirabel met the eyes of her cousins. “Greet your new father. Maybe he won’t abandon you for someone else, and then choose that same person over you again. Good luck with that.”

During Camilo’s rant, the adults clutched each other like they couldn’t move, although that might’ve been due to the tornado Pepa had whirling around them. Dolores was quietly crying while covering Antonio’s ears, who seemed confused. It was evident that he was terrified; he’d never seen his brother angry before. On the other hand, Mirabel seemed horrified, trying to make sense of the confusing puzzle laid before her, while next to her, Bruno looked sick in shock.

He didn’t know that Camilo had retained his childhood memories, nevermind the fact that he’s been aware this whole time.

And to make matters worse, that still hadn’t covered everything Camilo needed to get off his chest.

“Oh, you really thought I would forget my own father? I wore the same damn ruana on purpose my entire life. The one you gave me at my fifth birthday had our names sewn into it. How could I forget? I’ve gone my entire life memorizing everything about everybody. The way they look, talk, and walk. I’m not stupid. And YOU,” Camilo sprang up from his seat, finger pointing accusingly at Pepa. “I remember you telling me every little terrible thing there was about my father. I remember every rumor you threw at me, even if they didn’t make sense. All because you wanted to turn me against him. You, and so many others. I spent every waking DAY listening to the hate filled speech against him, and I was forced to endure it without a single word. You agreed and forced me to call you “mamá” for years. I was a child, I wasn’t a fucking idiot so fuck you with that “trying to protect me” bullshit. Protecting me would've been raising me and telling me about my father, not dismissing him entirely..”

By the end of that, Pepa was sobbing on the floor, clutching desperately to her sister and husband as moral support. And they thought Camilo was done.

But he was far from being over. Turning to Alma, he sneered in disgust.

“I don’t know what in the hell made you so fucked up or what happened to you that made you justify hiding my parentage from me my entire life. You ordered this entire family around like we were your puppets! You run this house with an iron fist, to the point that all of us are terrified of stepping out of line and being punished. Tía Pepa has to keep a lid on her emotions in fear of letting everything out, Tía Julieta has become a therapist to everyone yet never receives any help in return. Isabella and Dolores are the oldest of us and have arguably the most pressure. Dolores can’t speak a word about what she hears, and Isabella is obsessed with becoming perfect, not for herself, but for YOU. Luisa is in a constant state of panic about not being good enough. Antonio is far too young to even be a part of this conversation but he is! He is because he is terrified of being a disappointment to you! Especially because of Mirabel, and speaking of her somehow you have it wrapped in that brain of yours that the fact that she didn’t recieve a gift, meant that she was beneath all of us. And she isn’t! She never was! She dealt with maybe the most emotional pressure because you couldn’t stand to think that the encanto would fade.” When Camilo ranted, he ranted until there was no breath left, easily slipping on titles. “Now for Papa and I. You took my orientation from me for what? Because you assumed that Papa had some sort of evil gift?! Did roughly forty years teach you nothing? He was never able to control what the visions contained. Do you really think he would willingly choose petty misfortune for people? You always implied my gift was useless, that I wouldn’t be able to assist the community. You never thought that either of us, much less anyone else, was a valuable family member whenever they decided to take a break. We will never be good enough for you, will we?”

Silence. The family watched in horror as Camilo transformed into someone who was even more forbidden than Bruno.

Pedro Madrigal.

“Is this a better form for you to receive news in? Huh?! Is a dead person telling you the same thing as your alive family easier to understand? ¿Entiendes lo que te estoy diciendo?! Stop acting like everything is about you, and focus on your family for once!”

To say Alma was aghast is putting it lightly. The light in her eyes dimmed, mouth falling open, clutching her hands tightly as tears welled up faster with every word Camilo spoke.

A mixture of distorted voices filled the air as he rapidly switched forms of every Madrigal family member.

“We. Are. Not. Yours. To. Control.”

With that, Camilo tore his eyes from Alma and flickered back towards Bruno.

“You.” He curled his lip up in disgust. “You made the choice to abandon your five year old son with people you KNEW were going to take advantage of me. YOU decided you needed to go, no one else did. Even if you had to leave, what was stopping you from coming in, waking me up and saying goodbye? Hug me one last time? Leave me a note. ANYTHING. You let me believe that my father was fucking dead for ten years, Bruno,” Camilo stressed the pronunciation on his father’s name, almost like it was a slur. “I was never special to you, was I? You promised to always be there for me. My life went on, I wasn’t supposed to be wondering why I was always outcast from everyone. I didn’t want you to be the perfect father, I just wanted one who would love me. I was always terrified to talk about you, people telling me that you were some awful human being. Did you feel anything at all, watching me these years? I didn’t run out on my family, unlike you. I was there for them. I hate the way I feel about you. I hate you and I still fucking love you and I’m so fucking confused by you. I’m scared of you. I’m not five years old anymore, still asking my room, ‘when’s papa coming home?’. I got through every life lesson without you so far. You don’t even deserve the title of father for that. You’re dead as dad to me. I was lied to my entire life, by nearly everyone in this fucking room.”

And with that, Camilo lowered his hand. He looked into the eyes of each person in the room, most unable to even meet his own. All until he stared down his own father.

“Cami-” Bruno tried to speak, but was unable to get Camilo’s full name out before he went silent once more. The only sounds in the room were muffled sobbing and his own panting.

Slamming his hand on the table, Camilo screamed back, “TO HELL WITH YOU. I DIDN’T NEED YOU THEN AND I CERTAINLY DON’T NEED YOU NOW.”

He turned around swiftly, and exited the room, his family struggling to follow him. He made his way up the stairs, not even rushing, walking to his own door, before leaning against the railing to look at them a floor below.

Camilo slid off his gold ruana, grasping it between his hands, before burying his face inside for a moment to hide his tears. After a few moments, he lifted his head to look back at the people he called his family.

Tears were freely streaming down his face as he spoke for the last time. He didn’t sound angry anymore, just utterly resigned.

“You were never the villain in the village’s eyes, papa. You’re the running villain in MINE.”

And with that, Camilo tossed the ruana down below, the only sound coming from a resounding slam of his bedroom door as he left everyone in shock, his magic managing to turn gold into black.

Camilo eased his way through his auditorium, and onto the main stage, facing the mirrors once more. His own reflection was a mess. Clothes and hair rumpled, red and teary eyed. In the reflection of a mirror, he caught sight of something.

A green ruana.

Furious, Camilo turned and stalked towards it. Picking it up, the only sentence he managed to force between broken sobs was,

“Why the hell didn’t you want me, papa?”

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chapter five

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