#clear over the mountains of the Encanto

[gamerbearmira]

(Kind of inspired by a roleplay, I did once with a friend and The Rebirth of Miracle/De-aged Mirabel AU by another person here)

I introduce you to... de-aged triplets! :

It was yet another day in ever growing paradise Encanto. It was 18 years since the Miracle happened and the village was founded. It was ruled by a small, yet strong Madrigal family, that sometimes even seemed like a royal family, consisted of the current Miracle Candle holder, Alma Madrigal, and her three children, triplets, each blessed magical gifts of their own, Julieta, the oldest, a healer and beloved in community as a "golden child", Pepa, the middle, a weather girl and since childhood known as a bundle of sunshine, and Bruno, the baby of family, a seer and due that known as a "Bad luck Bruno" (even if none dared to call him this way, unless they wanted to have to deal with a furious Alma and equally furious Julieta and Pepa).

Currently, it was nighttime and the matriarch was sitting in her room, thinking over things. Even with a community to run, Alma made it clear her children were her number one priority. She loved them with whole her heart and wanted the best for them. And yet, she ran into so many people, who took her children's hard work for granted and none ever thought about them. They were given their powers at age of 5, and since then, they were cursed with burden of carrying them. Bad prophecies, hurricanes and greedy people, who took for themselves and left nothing for those, who needed those more... not the childhood Alma wanted for her children.

And she hated it. She hated the burden, her children were forced to hold on their shoulders for so long. It was their 18th birthday few weeks ago. Marking 13th year of the curse, they were given. Of course, the same Miracle was what gave them this beautiful place to call home and the tall mountains to protect them, but she always wanted it would've stopped there. She remembered how happy they were before the "blessings", they were real children. Happy and bright, eyes ready to see the world around them.

"I just want them to be happy. I just want them safe... is it so much to ask for..?" The woman whispered to herself, looking onto the candle on her window, before sighing.

The miracle candle watched her to best of it's ability. It saw the sufferings, this family has going through due it's poorly calculated decisions, but it knew there was nothing that could be done to undo it... there was no way the childhood experiences could be recreated, now that the triplets were older.

There was just no way...

Or was there?

~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~In the morning~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~

Alma woke up to strange noise. She could always hear a lot of what was happening within Caista walls, due how... normal(?) her room was, compared to her children and weird noises weren't something unusual, with what people her children grew up into... but even then this one was even out of ordinary.

At first, she didn't realize what it was to begin with, but she soon came to recognize it.

It was a cry. A baby's cry. And, by the sound of that... there was more than one baby too.

Do we have a visitor? Maybe they didn't have time to find a babysitter? Alma thought to herself. It did make sense, as they did have a few families, who recently had a baby, including two, who had twins each...

But then again... why were they here so early? Why were the babies crying still? Why weren't their parents comforting them?

And why... was it so quiet? There was no thunder... no clattering... no rat squeaking, no wod knocking, or sand and salt falling...

It was dealt quiet. The only noise being the babies' crying.

"What is going on?" Alma, forgetting all about still being in her night clothes and that she just woke up, got out of her bed and left her room.

She walked past her children's rooms, taking time to knock and look inside, to find the triplets inside. But they all were empty. No a single sign of either of the triplets.

Alma's heart started to beat faster, as she walked thorugh the hall, before she was met with the Casita nursery door. She didn't know, why she came there, but her feet themselves dragged her to it. And, by the sounds of it, it was where the crying was coming from too. With another sigh, the matriarch pushed the door, preparing to any chaos that might be happening on the other side.

But, to her own surprise. It was fine. Just like it always was, when she would visit it.

"Huh..." She looked around, rasung an eyebrow. "That's... weird..." but it still didn't explain anything.

Where were her children? What was going on? And where are those crying babies? She swore, when she got her hands on that ignorant parents, she'd tell them-!

And then, she saw a movement on one of beds. Alma raised her eyebrow, making her way across the room to it, where her eyes widened.

On bed, there were three tiny wailing babies, probably just a few months old, identical similar white outfits.

But what happened was out of her control, as she fell on her knees, gently taking all three of the small infants in her arms.

She finally understood, why she came here. She understood, why no parent was there to comfort these poor children. Because it was meant to be her. Because it was neutral to her. Because no parent would stand by, when their child was crying.

And it what happened to her, no expectation. They cried and she came. Like any other mother would her children.

Her children... her beautiful girls and sweet boy... somehow returned to this fragile, helpless point of life and waited for her to come for them.

"Oh, queridos míos" She whispered, holding her little ones to her chest. "I'm so sorry, I came so late..."

Julieta was the first one to stop crying, through her sniffles were still there, but she looked up onto her mother with a hopeful eyes. She hoped Alma knew what was happening. All while her siblings were still crying, Bruno burying his face into Alma's shoulder, looking for safety and comfort, and Pepa's cry seemed to only increase, nearly coming to scream from frustration or fear.

Alma didn't mind it too much through. It's been way far too long since she held all three of her children like this. And oh boy, she missed it! She let her maternal instincts take over, as she continued to rock herself, while rubbing her babies' heads and backs and humming familiar for them lullabies, hoping it would help them to settle down.

And eventually, it did, with all three of her babies sleeping soundly in her arms. Alma sighed out, but still not letting go. She just sat there, watching her precious little ones asleep on her chest. A light smile crossed her face, as she kissed their small heads.

"But don't worry, my little ones. It's going to be alright... Mamá will make sure of it~"

WOAHHHHH SO RAD 😮‍💨

I think this is so cool. Nice to see Alma not really liking the miracle⁉️ Listen, I’m not goona lie. I’m a sucker for those kind of aus. Where Alma lowkey don’t like the magic/miracle, and majorly prioritizes family over it. My favs 🚴‍♀️💨💨

ANYWAY YEAHHHHH, I like this. Alma not even seeing them turning into babies a bad thing. Like her main priority is calming them down and. I’m living for that, she is so real for that 🤕

I LOVE THEM 🗣️🗣️🗣️

If you have more, would totes love to see it, if you wanna share of course <33

#my asks #my asks are open #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #de aged triplets AU #de aged AU

[aurelia11fan]

Think About Dessert

This is the sequel to my drabble Flawless, where Julieta is feeling insecure before a night out. Maybe Agustín’s affections and a specific outfit will help

Pepa walked down the hallway towards the staircase, keeping an eye out for her husband. She was wearing a new green dress for dinner that Mirabel had insisted on sewing her after seeing it in a fashion magazine from the States. Although the Encanto was opened a bit more due to the break in the mountains, such treasures were still a rare find. Mirabel had taken to them like a duck to water and ran her sewing machine night and day copying the styles. She had done a lovely job. Pepa’s favorite pair of earrings were missing however and she walked straight to Julieta’s door, ready to demand them back. They were sisters after all and often “borrowed” each others things.

Before she could knock, however, her brother in law opened the door and came out, looking as polished as always, but with a certain difference that didn’t escape the redheads notice.

“Oh, hey Peps. Wow, don’t you look nice!” Agustín said with an affectionate smile. The two of them had taken a bit of getting used to each other in the beginning of the thirty plus years of their relationship, but as time had worn on, their interactions had cemented into a very fond and enjoyable relationship. Oftentimes they had coffee together while discussing a wide range of topics from politics to novels and never tired of teasing their respective spouses together.

Pepa, however would tease Agustín before Felix any day of the week. She grinned devilishly at her brother in law. “Weren’t you wearing a different vest before?”

“Uh…no.” Agustín pretended to be invested in his cuff links as he averted Pepa’s gaze. A small fluffy cloud popped up over her head, complete with a tiny rainbow. “No, I had this one on earlier.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Liar. How long have I known you and you still can’t fool me?”

“Alright, I did change because I thought this one would look nicer.”

Pepa regarded him for a few moments and narrowed her eyes. Then she leaned forward and pulled Agustins shirt towards her and smelled it.

“I guess Julieta’s perfume completes the ensemble then. It’s all over you.”

Agustín and Pepa were halfway down the stairs and Casita rattled in agreement with the middle triplet.

“Thanks, Casita.” Agustín said, rolling his eyes. Pepa laughed and hugged her cuñado’s shoulders, ruffling his hair afterwards.

“You aren’t as suave with me as you are with her!”

“That’s…that’s…kind of the point, Pepa.” Agustin blushed in spite of himself.

“And speaking of suave,” Pepa’s voice dropped to a low purr as she caught sight of Felix in the courtyard. Seeing her in the silken gown, his eyes grew wide and she slowly walked down the stairs and twirled for his approval.

“Heyyyyy, preciosa. Don’t you look good. Oof!” His hand clutched his chest as he stared at his wife.

“Gracias, Félix.” Pepa walked forward and kissed him.

“I thought you meant me,” Agustín joked. He was still fiddling with his cuff links and Pepa reached over to help him.

“Of course, cuñado. No one is prettier than you.”

Agustín laughed. “I thought not.”

“He’s even got the perfume to match,” Pepa whispered. “Julieta put it on him herself…with herself.” The last part was a whisper, but Agustín had heard her clear as day. Even Casita fluttered her tiles in what he could only assume was an amused embarrassment.

“Guess he’s had his appetizer, then!” Felix chuckled.

“And the main course…” Pepa said with a wink.

“And breakfast for tomorrow…”

“And…”

“Alright, alright!” Agustín replied, wincing slightly.“We get it.”

“Juli got it too, apparently.”

“Thank you again, Pepa.”

“Speaking of my sister, where is she anyway?””

Suddenly Felix’s jaw dropped and he let out a low “whoaaaa” and Agustín turned to see what he was looking at .

Julieta came down the stairs, wearing a fitted black dress. It was off the shoulder and had long flowing ruffles collecting at the bottom, which moved gracefully as she walked. It was cut so more of her leg showed than usual and the black color was striking against her darkly tanned skin. She wore a pair of fashionable high heels that Mirabel had talked her into buying and was as graceful as a dancer walking in them. Her hair was down and the humidity made it extra curly. Her comfortable silver drop earrings that had been a 50th birthday present from Agustín, adorned her ears.

She looked like a painting. Or like a song come to life. Agustin only had to take one look at her and suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe.

She was a damn work of art.

“I’m sorry I’m late.”

The three other adults stared at her and Pepa began to laugh.

“Well look at you, sexpot! Dangerous curves ahead!”

“Pepa!” Julieta groaned. “It’s not that revealing.”

“It highlights all the right places, hermana. I don’t know what you think you have to be self conscious about.” Suddenly her face got the same wicked grin as it had with Agustín earlier.

“What, Pepa?” Julieta knew that look.

“Which earrings are you wearing? Mine?”

“No, just my normal ones—-hey!”

Quickly Pepa moved towards her sister and tucked Julieta’s hair back just slightly so she could see her ear, the love bite beneath it, and another fresh one left by Agustín not thirty minutes earlier.

“Well, well. What have we here? That doesn’t look like a cooking injury.”

“Would you stop?” Julieta pulled her curls back over the mark. “And stop smiling at me like that. It’s really not that immodest of a dress! I don’t need to show everything.”

“Uh, Gus’s face says otherwise,” Felix chuckled. One arm draped around Pepa’s hips and the other teasingly pointed at Agustín. “You okay there, man?”

Agustin’s jaw hadn’t closed since she walked in and although he had just seen her for quite awhile without anything on, his eyes were glued to his wife as he took in her figure for the hundredth time that day. He always thought she was beautiful and had told her so both in words and otherwise many times before, but she had certain confidence about her as she walked in the fitted dress. It fit her like a glove. Highlighted her best parts. Her insecurities had disappeared under his reassurance, but she seemed to be quite aware of how she looked and was proudly displaying her looks. Her confidence had been restored, and, although it seemed impossible, she was even lovelier for it. Julieta’s hair falling behind her, tiny curls touching her face, her smile, the sheen of sweat on her face, the skin of her back displayed just enough…and dammit…the way her hips moved in the heels. He suddenly felt lightheaded.

“Uh…fine…I’m…I’m okay.” Agustín began to pull at his collar. It was suddenly way too hot in the house and he felt as if he would fall over if he stared at Julieta for too long. Felix and Pepa exchanged a look.

“You sure you two wouldn’t rather stay home?”

“Félix!”

“What?! C’mon, look at the poor guy! Juli, you’re killing him!”

Julieta smirked a bit, seeing the effect her outfit had in him. Not that he hadn’t made his feelings towards her quite clear only less than an hour ago.

“Well, we don’t have time for you two to do it again,” Pepa said, tossing her ginger curls so they flowed down her back. “I’m starving.”

“Im right behind you, mamí.” Julieta may have briefly stolen everyone’s attention, but the slightest movement from Pepa was enough to enrapture Félix and glue him to her side. Calling for Agustín and Julieta to catch up, the couple walked out of Casita and into the warm evening.

“Should we go, Gus?” Julieta smiled at him as he desperately kept trying not to pass out.

The helpless look in Agustín’s gaze was back. “Mmhmm.”

“Do you like the dress on me?”

“Very much.”

“It looks good?”

“Oh so good.”

Agustín’s voice lowered as he came close to her, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss and resting his hands on her hips. He gently stroked his fingers over them before ducking his head down so he could whisper in her ear.

“It would look better on the floor though, in all honesty. You wicked girl. How am I going to make it through dinner with you in that?”

Julieta winked and began to walk towards her sister and brother in law. She turned her head and beckoned Agustín outside with her finger as her heels clicked on the floor.

“Just think about your dessert.”

Many thanks to @enigmaticdoctorscully for your support and art for this ficlet!!!!

#julieta madrigal #encanto fandom #julieta x agustin #agustin madrigal #pepa madrigal #agustín x julieta #pepa x felix #felix madrigal #couples night out #little black dress #Agustín in love #hips dont lie

[cheesy-cryptid]

During the middle act of Encanto, where the family slowly began to lose their gifts (like Luisa slowly becoming less stronger for example). How would Javi, Angie and Ignacio react when their gifts slowly faded away as the family conflict grew?

Javi:

✨ For Javi, it would start off when he was beginning to receive splitting headaches and migraines. Usually he is calm and collected, even though his bottled up emotions would feel like a storm inside of him sometimes but these were painful headaches that not even Tia Julieta’s food could heal. He began to be a little more crabby and moody than usual because of this— and even would flat out snap at people whenever he gets like one minor inconvenience. Maybe when he gets too overwhelmed with the headaches and his heightened emotions, he’ll retreat to his room to bury himself under a pile of pillows and blankets to recover in his cold cavern. As much as he’d like to get to the bottom of whats going on, he’ll need a moment to take a breather.

✨ Relying on his telekineses gift made him a little clumsier in a way. One minute he would be reading his books and then the moment he leaves his mug in mid air, he gets startled when he hears a crash and all his coffee is spilled on the floor. Like how astronauts would sometimes forget about gravity when they come home to earth.

✨ Or maybe the exact opposite happens when his gift begins to hiccup. Like what if it begins to overwhelm him as he grows more and more anxious throughout the day. I imagine his gift would end up affecting the objects and furniture around him without meaning to and they end up shaking or creaking whenever he went. During the dinner scene, in the midst of the chaos happening, imagine him accidentally making all the plates, dishes, and tableware levitate because of all the built up stress and tension in the room.

Angelina:

🕊 Oh Angelina would notice immediately when somethings wrong. She’ll notice quickly how her flight speed is a little slower than usual and how she’s losing her balance every time she’d try to fly higher. Because of this, she’ll be too stubborn to admit something is wrong, until she can fully convince herself that this is just a small hiccup. Nothing that Tia Julieta’s healing arepas cant fix.

🕊 But she eventually did admit to herself something was definitely wrong. Throughout the day she would just resort to finishing her chores without using her flight powers. If anyone would jokingly comment about her lacking flying/floating habits, she would just use an excuse that she got “grounded” by her mother after ruining another skirt from flying through the forests again.

🕊 But Angelina would be too proud to tell anyone about her predicament. Telling her mother about it would be the last thing in her mind. She knew it would mean that her mother’s prayers were answered if she found out it would keep her from attempting to fly over the mountains. But nevertheless, Angelina would react more calmer than her brothers—thinking this slight hiccup would fix itself in a day or two.

Ignacio:

🔥 Oh boy. Ignacio would not handle his fire breath messing him up well. He will notice it early though. He’ll help out his Tia Julieta prepare breakfast for the day—his task of lighting up all the ovens got him all out of breath with what seemed to usually be a piece of cake for him before. When he’s eating, he likes to play with his food by toasting it a little—but after gently blowing on a piece of bread he picked up for himself, no flame came out of his mouth at all unless he exhaled hard enough.

🔥 Ignacio would spend the rest of the day coughing and drinking water to clear his throat. Even his performances would lack that spectacular fire show that he would usually show off in the middle of town. Smoke would still escape his lips but he’ll be sneezing or coughing more than usual for something he cant get out of his chest.

🔥 During the dinner scene, Ignacio would try his best not to concern his family and the de Guzmans with all the coughing hes been trying to restrain. But with what seems to be some kind of build up in his chest he cant get rid of—more smoke began to escape him and spread throughout the room as he tried to hold down his coughs. Everyone initially thought he was pulling a prank but poor Ignacio kept shaking his head and signaling to not mind him. Even his tio Agustin became more worried and tried to pat his back to help him out since Ignacio was beginning to look more pained. Eventually when the vision tablet was revealed at the table and all the walls began to crack—Ignacio wasnt able to keep it in before he could excuse himself from the table and startled everyone when strong burst of flames suddenly erupted from his mouth in a coughing fit. There were shrieks when a portion of the table cloth caught on fire and Evalina tried to pat down the flames. It wasnt until the flames were extinguished when the storm cloud above them finally rained.

#encanto #encanto oc #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal family #bruno madrigal fankids #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x oc #encanto original character #encanto headcanons #encanto oc headcanons #encanto fankids #triplet ocs #la familia madrigal #oc evalina #bruno my beloved #papa bruno #oc #original characters #encanto imagines #answered asks

[oh-no-a-whovian]

Two more lonely people Part 19

NSFW 18+

Summary: “no matter what happens, I love you”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 25 and Bruno is 50) swearing, panic attack, injury, mentions of death.   any others let me know please.

Word count: 2887

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Rumours of the truth about you have been circling Encanto since your father’s death and Evaline and Matt’s unannounced departure. Some have been claiming they saw two more wolves at the jungle’s edge during the full moon, a young couple even saying they found the tufts of fur and splattered blood by the river. Some people have even been going straight to Alma, questioning the truth and though she’s tried not to say much, she’s uneasy. She knows that if her son is now like you then she’ll have to reveal the truth, she could hide one werewolf with the lie but two? Her own son at that? No. you just hope the people of Encanto will understand.

You didn’t grieve your father for even a second after Isa had launched a vine through his chest, didn’t even watch as the church lowered him into a grave, the stone only having his name and dates of birth and death. There was no one left in the US to claim his body and no way to really transfer him out of Encanto if there was. So in the ground he went, not a single person to care.

You were glad when you noticed the other wolves’ scents fading from your home and territory. They truly left. You were worried that maybe they were just hiding out, planning something new and horrible. But once their scent was gone, you knew they were gone… you never have to deal with them again.

The month-long wait is almost over. Tonight, Bruno may or may not shift into a wolf with you and he may or may not be completely insane if he does. If what Evaline said is true, you guessed it will be because of the pain of shifting, the sheer agony that accompanies being a werewolf. The first shift was the worst for you, and it will be for him. your theory is because a child is unformed it’s not as much of a problem and can be adjusted to easy. But an adult, fully matured with their bones and muscles set, it would be worse than death.

When the full moon comes, casita is going to remove Bruno’s door, leaving you both trapped inside, surrounded by sand until the sun rises.

“How much further?” Bruno asks even though he knows you can’t answer, not only because you’re in wolf form but also because you have a basket handle in your mouth. He’s clinging to the fur on your shoulder blades, holding on for dear life as you race through the jungle and up the mountain toward your destination.

The sweet smell of flowers fills the air as you carry him up the steep surface, picking each step and stone carefully.

Even though his plan was to spend the last month like normal, he couldn’t do it. he spent several hours one day pacing back and forth in his vision cave, trying to decide if he wanted to look, rambling to himself. He’d check the moon each night as it waned, freaking out as it started to fill out once more. No matter how much you tried to remind him if his intentions for this month, he just couldn’t pull himself from the dark mindset.

You knew you needed to get him out, distract him for at least a little while. You spent all of yesterday collecting fruit, chocolate coated treats, cheeses and so many other things from the markets, filling your favourite basket to the brim and covering it with a blanket to keep it all safe. The hard part was persuading him to actually come out of his room and leave casita for a few hours.

You pant as you finally reach the level expanse of green overlooking the whole of Encanto. The midday sun sits warm and proud in the sky above, its rays undiminished by ominous clouds. The grass beneath your paws is soft and warm as you make your way into the centre of the clearing. The field is surrounded by beautiful flowers of different colours, filling the air with their sweet aroma. A large tree sits at the furthest edge, a cherry blossom, tall and seemingly ancient though it was only introduced to the area a few years ago.

You place the basket on the ground, releasing it from your mouth and flexing your jaws and tongue to ease the discomfort of holding it for so long. You huff in amusement as Bruno falls on his ass with an oof as he tries to get off your back without waiting for you to let him off.

“Good job” you laugh as you shift back, standing over him with an amused smirk, your hand outstretched to help him up. “we’re sitting over there though.” You tell him, gesturing to the tree with your lips as you help him up and pick up the basket.

“The full moon is tonight. Are you sure we should be sitting down and, and having a-a picnic?” he asks, fiddling with his fingers as he walks with you.

“We have plenty of time, mi vida” smiling you place the basket down and take his hands, holding your palms up to his. “You need some time to relax and breathe. Trust me, no matter what happens I’ll be with you.” You kiss his scruffy cheek, loving the way he looks at you with such adoration. “Now we’re gonna relax, eat all the treats I bought, drink both bottles of wine and we’re not gonna think about the potential results of tonight’s full moon.”

“That does sound nice” he smiles, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I also brought a few books” you tell him as you step away and grab the blanket, laying it out beneath the tree. “Though I’m not expecting much reading to happen” you wink, making him stutter.

“Here?” he asks wide eyed at your smirk. “What if someone comes up here or, or Dolores can hear?”

“we’re out of range and as you saw it’s not exactly easy getting up here. It’ll be fine. Besides!” you grin, flicking some hair from your face. “The view up here is amazing”

“It really is” he says back quietly, not taking his eyes from you for a second.

“Eres adorables” you tease. He’s such a sap, so full of love for you, for his family. He’s willing to do anything to make you happy, to make you safe. He was beyond horrified when you’d shown up after your attack, an arepa in your hand and Camilo by your side to tell Bruno what happened. “Now sit so we can make good use of our time.”

Plopping down on the blanket, you rifle through the basket of goods, placing them neatly in front of you.

“How’d you find this spot?” Bruno asks staring up at the pink flowers of the tree that doesn’t belong here.

“I’ve pretty much seen everything within the mountain range. Spent heaps of time just exploring, finding every little hidden location and admiring their beauty. Even brought Isa up here once, she’s why this tree is here” you gesture up before shoving a berry in his mouth, giggling as his eyes go wide.

“Amor” Bruno gasps, feigning horror at your sudden action.

“Hmmm?” you smile innocently, popping one in your own mouth.

“Te quiero” he huffs, shaking his head at your antics.

For while you both just lay there, enjoying each other’s company and the amazing array of food you brought. You spoke of everything except what the full moon may entail. You played with his hair, rubbing his head and tugging at the curls, making him moan in pleasure.

You eased his mind for a few hours, distracting him by reminding him how much you care. You kissed him all over and left him a moaning needy mess as you drooled all over his cock. You sucked marks onto his neck as you rode him and giggled in delight when he flipped you over.

The fun had to end eventually though and with two hours left until the full moon reaches the right point, you took him back down the mountain.

~~~~~

Bruno’s POV

“Joder, estoy aterrorizado.” He admits as the door to his room disappears before him, leaving a blank wall in its place. It’s just him and her now, waiting for the moon to decide his fate. He really is scared and he’s genuinely not sure if knowing tonight’s outcome in advance would have made a difference to the sheer terror he feels now.

“I know.” She whispers as she wraps her arms around him, pressing her face into his neck. He was truly grateful for her distractions through the day, for a little while he had actually managed to forget his anxieties, think only about his love for her. He wished he could spend forever in that moment, high up the mountain, just her and the view.

His revelry and bliss were shattered when she said it was time to go back, that she could feel the moon beginning its rise. Apparently, she never had to look up to know when the full moon is coming, her very bones telling her it’s close. She described it as a buzz in her blood and excitement in her mind, like being called for by a loved one. Like comfort and love. All he feels right now is dread.

“I didn’t know I was going to shift the first time. Scared the shit out of my parents… especially my father” she sneers, hating that she even mentioned the man. “I shifted in the lounge room right in front of them.” She explains as he walks with her to the platform. “I made a mess of everything as I freaked out.”

“I don’t know if I can do this…” he admits rubbing his hand on his forehead and brushing back his curls. “h-how long un-until…?” he tries to ask as the stone hands take them to the top.

“Not long now” you sigh “I’ll turn first and fast. I hope… I truly hope you don’t have to go through it. I hope Julieta’s food fixed it.”

He nods at her words. He’s grateful that she’s trying to avoid mentioning how much pain he’s gonna be in, that his bones are going to crack, and his muscles are going to tear. Going mad during that much pain is probably the sane result.

He glances into the vision cave as he sits on the lounge just outside it, the picnic blanket from the trip up the mountain now laying atop the sand with several plates of Julieta’s healing food, mostly meat based.

“I want you to know that no matter what happens tonight…” she kneels before him, her eyes filled with love as she looks up at him. He never thought he’d have someone caring for him as genuine as her, beautiful and loving. He’s still not sure he deserves her, especially after how he ruined her birthday, almost getting her killed. “No matter what happens, I love you. I will never leave your side, not even for a second.”

“I know” as he says the words her eyes glow cyan and her body shifts. Even as a wolf her eyes are filled with her worry for him.

She sits before him, looking down as she watches him intently, her body now much taller than him. As minutes go by with nothing happening, hope sparks. Julieta’s food must have worked, curing him as soon as he was bitten. He breathes out a shaky sigh, trying to stop his wavering hands. it worked! He’s not gonna shift.

Just as he relaxes his body and mind, believing he’s fine and safe, everything goes black.

He feels like he’s trapped inside a dark as pitch room, oppressive and heavy. He can’t see anything as he spins on the spot, no light or features to the space. The worst has happened. He’s blacked out and his body is shifting into a wolf as he stands trapped in his own mind.

He feels his chest tighten his breathing becoming rapid and difficult. He feels like he’s being crushed, like he’s suffocating. His mind is running in circles, worried about all the horrible things that will happen now. He won’t be able to control his body, his actions. He’ll lose time each month for the rest of his life. He could hurt someone.

He falls to his knees, crying into his hands as defeat washes over him. she’ll know right away, right? She’ll be able to tell that it’s not him in control?

He doesn’t notice the pale glow forming behind him, covering him in warm light.

“Do not give in to despair” a voice sounds out behind him, startling him. He spins toward the glow, falling on his ass and backing away. Its voice has a deep but feminine tone, but its form seems to have no gender, nothing defining it. It kneels before him as he stares up at it, wide eyed and unsure. “You will regain control soon.”

“I thought I’d lost control completely? That I’ve become a monster.” He admits to the being, though he’s unsure of its intent. “We were told because of my age that I’d lose control. Is that not true?”

“No, it’s true… at least normally it would be” it looks down at him curiously. At least he thinks it does, it doesn’t have any features to tell, he can just feel it. “What did you do differently?” it tilts its head leaning in too close for comfort.

“I-I d-don’t know” he stutters. “Mi familia… we have a gift…”

“Magic?” it asks, and he nods in response.

“My sister can heal w-with food… I ate some just after I was bitten…” it leans back on its heels, humming in response to his words.

“Thank you for telling me.” It seems to smile.

“What are you?”

Before it can answer him, the real world comes back to him. his body aches and his head feel like it’s splitting in two. The world seems a little brighter and the smells of the food in the vision cave seems a little stronger. Well, a lot stronger actually.

[Y/N] is lying beside him, her fur covered face buried in his neck… in his own fur…

He feels his tail and his massive paws. He feels his snout as he places one on his new paws over it. he can feel his ears flick about at the squeaks of his rats in the walls. He runs his tongue across the new razor-sharp teeth. He wishes he could look in a mirror right now.

He moves his head up so he can look at the woman, wolf, beside him. she smells amazing. Before she smelt like any other dog in this form, a clean one but still dog. Now she smells of lavender and pastries, the dew that falls onto the grass in the evening, sage and cedarwood.

She looks up at him, worry and sadness in her eyes. She witnessed all that he missed of his transformation, the pain that now only feels like a dull ache in his muscles.

I’m ok he tells her pressing his snout to hers, admiring the way her tail starts to wag frantically, reminding him of the day she first found him outside casita all those months ago.

You’re still you! She pounces on him, licking and nipping at him playfully. He submits to her affection, enjoying every moment.

~~~~~

[Y/N]’s POV

You could do nothing as he screamed, every bone in his body cracking and reshaping. Tears poured down his cheeks as he sobbed. All you could do was whine and press your head against him, trying to offer what little comfort you could.

When his screaming stopped, and his body was fully shifted you settled down beside him as he panted, trying to ease away the pain. You never left his side, just as you promised, staying with him for the near hour he was shifting. It will take time, but it will become faster and easier, especially if he does it outside of full moons. Practice makes perfect.

His fur is dark with flecks of white mixed in along his hackles, around his muzzle and eyes. His hooded eyes are the familiar bright green that glows when he’s doing a vision. His soft fur lays in ripples down his back, wavy like his hair.

As he finally moved to look at you, your Bruno still behind his eyes, you were overjoyed. After all that he was still himself, the man you love.

You spent the whole night playing with him, chasing each other in the sand. After he ate nearly all of the food of course.

When the door back to the world reopened and you both stepped outside, massive smiles on your faces and arms locked together. Relief washed over all the Madrigal’s faces, although it shifted a little when you told them he did in fact shift, he just didn’t go mad or lose control.

As you look at him in the morning sun, his beautiful green eyes glinting in the light, you realise this is a new beginning and the true start to the rest of your life with him.

A/N: sorry this one is late! Was a busy week. Remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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#bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto x reader #reader insert #disney's encanto #bruno my beloved

[emberkyrlee]

The Encanto Obsession is STRONG...

So my brain woke me up before 8 am on a SATURDAY, and refused to let me go back to sleep. Instead, it insisted on brainstorming an Encanto Major Arcana. Thanks brain. (This was followed up by a business deciding that early morning Saturday deliveries are totally normal, thus prompting me to actually get OUT of bed. Not meant to sleep in today I guess. Thanks)

Also I guess my brain doesn't care that I do NOT have the skill to make the type of art I envision for this tarot, since I can't draw anything not-cartoony to save my life. Its just not my wheelhouse unfortunately. I can do a stained-glass style, but its not really what I imagine for this.

I've got ideas written out for all of them, except for Justice. I have NO idea what to do with that one as of yet.

Anywho... What I have so far:

Encanto Major Arcana

0 The Fool   Little Mirabel, standing before her door, before she's touched the knob. Like that shot just before the title appears in the movie.

I The Magician The moment Mirabel brings about the Second Miracle. Paralleling the image of the previous card.

II The High Priestess Dolores. Listening to something? Or her finger to her lips to say "shh"? Maybe she's in thought about something she's heard?

III The Empress Isabela, on a "throne"-like seat in her room. She has a flower crown, with 12 star-like flowers in it. Flowers grow around, but also the more wild and sharp plants are beginning to grow.

IV The Emperor Alma on the stairs of Casita, an imperial set to her shoulders and expression, Pedro's portrait behind her, makes it clear that thoughts of him are driving her forward.

V The Hierophant Julieta giving Mirabel advice?

VI The Lovers Pedro and Alma, looking into each other's eyes the moment before he faces the raiders, his hand on her cheek.

VII The Chariot Bruno on the horse, looking determined.

VIII Strength Luisa holding up the Encanto on her shoulders, protecting Mirabel from her burdens.

IX The Hermit Bruno, alone, cross-legged at the start of a vision in his cave.

X Wheel of Fortune Casita's magic doors, arranged in a circle, maybe the backdrop could be the circular design of Casita's courtyard?

XI Justice ?????

XII The Hanged Man A chrysalis. The butterfly is scared to come out. Inspired by the lyrics of Dos Oruguitas. Daggerwing Butterfly maybe?

XIII Death Mirabel and Alma sitting by the river on the bottom half of the image, the spectral memory of Pedro facing down the raiders above them as Alma tells her story.

XIV Temperence The pulled-out shot of Mirabel and Alma standing in the river, watching the stream of golden butterflies

XV The Devil The raiders that killed Pedro?

XVI The Tower Fall of Casita, Bruno's tower falling above Mirabel

XVII The Star Antonio giving Mirabel the front door knob at the end of All Of You. The setting sun is hitting the doorknob just right to make a bright gleam of light shine off of it.

XVIII The Moon A mirror. The reflection is Camilo striking a pose, spectral images of people he's turned into behind him. The mirror is decorated with a moon phases motif.

XIX The Sun Pepa dancing, joy on her face. Sun shining above her, perhaps a rainbow as well. Felix may be dancing with her, but the focus would be on Pepa.

XX Judgement Either Alma at the start of her shock, with Casita cracking around her; Or after the collapse, when she's fallen to her knees.

XXI The World A shot of the Encanto from above, but from Casita's side, looking towards the cracked mountain, a sunrise coming over it. Its the start of a new day, and a path to the unknown.

No idea if these would ever actually be illustrated, since its not really my visual style. But apparently my brain wouldn’t let me go without having written all this down.

#encanto #tarot #major arcana

[achitka]

Doors: Chapter 42

Tío José

There are some curious folks headed toward the Encanto. Camilo does more recon, Mirabel is stuck on a cart, Antonio does not like writing, Isabela doesn't know her own strength, Bubo finally wakes up and stay away from Miguel… he's creepier than I anticipated. No, really they're gonna make it back to town soon, I swear.

Alma sat between her daughters as the group of women discussed where and how they would house all the newcomers. There hadn’t been a group this large up to now. Usually, it was small family groups, such as Doris’s. She, Inez and the children were settling into a home that had been recently vacated. The family that lived there had moved to a larger home closer to the school. Doris was a little surprised, she was expecting they would be staying outdoors. Inez was delighted to have a roof over their heads after so long, and the children were excited at the prospect of going to school. The school had been shut down after the outbreak and was scheduled to reopen tomorrow.

Señora Aguilar was asking a question, but Alma wasn’t actually listening; her mind was on the information Dolores gave her and her daughters as she’d walked to the meeting. Dolores’s update of what was happening on the mountain, included her grandchildren’s speculation that the older woman may be related to her. She was not sure why this made her more than a little fearful and nervous. While the prospect of one of her sisters being alive was a good thing, at the same time she realized that she’d not seen anyone from her family for over fifty years.

Alma had forgotten the details of the dream that had awakened her, and she thought of the night when the magic returned. Bruno’s first sponty and how sure he was that whoever the woman he saw was; it was not her, but someone who looked a lot like her. Since the founding of the Encanto, she never thought it would be possible to find them. With three babies and a town to run, she had put that out of her mind.

She glanced out the window and saw Isabela and Tuli making their way up the road. She remembered then that Isabela was going to be working on the Jimenez farm near the edge of town. Isa had been working on strengthening the cassava crop this farmer had planted because the plants seemed off to the farmer’s wife. Tuli walked next to Isabela, holding her straw hat behind her. Skipping along, and she looked, for the moment, to be at ease. Alma had told Tuli that she could stay in the Encanto if Bubo did, she meant that. It would all come down to whether their Tío would allow it. Still, that was a worry for later and Alma was pulled out of her musings when Pepa lightly touched her hand and asked, “Mamá, you okay?”

Alma nodded and looked around. She realized she had no idea what anyone had said for the past half hour. Pepa picked up on her confusion and asked, “So you agree that the new folks will be housed on the fútbol field near the edge of town?”

Alma again nodded and added, “Yes, that would be best suited if we still have all the tents and equipment.”

“Most of those items were stored in the old shoe shop,” Sylvia Guzmán said, then turned to Julieta and asked, “How long does Dolores think it will be before they arrive in the town proper?”

“They’ve only just started back, so we’ll have at least three or four hours,” Julieta said as she rose, “Okay ladies, let’s go. The time will pass quickly, I’m sure, and we have a lot to get done,”

It made Alma happy that no one questioned Julieta's authority, as they all got up and collected the items they’d brought with them. Even the younger women were doing their part this time. Since the women outnumbered the men in the Encanto, Alma was not surprised. There were potential new unmarried men out there.

Alma put a hand on Pepa’s arm to keep her there and waited for the room to clear out. Julieta already knew what was happening because she’d spoken to the Doctor directly. She reminded Alma this morning that she needed to tell Pepa what was happening and to have a little more faith that Pepa would handle the news well. Alma had to admit a lot had changed with her middle child since the breaking. Pepa was far calmer and more in control of her Gift in a way that Alma had previously thought was not possible.

Julieta was the last one out and smiled at them encouragingly as she pulled the door closed. Alma took a deep breath, she’d put this conversation off for weeks, but it was clear to her that she needed to stop holding things in. She thought back to the time before the Gifts and how Pepa’s joy had always helped lift the shadow from her heart. Always her little ray of sunshine. Since the breaking, Pepa was once again full of joy as she watched her babies grow. Alma knew she needed to learn better to ask for help when she needed it and said, “Pepa, I’m sure you noticed that since my illness, I’ve been trying to do less these past few weeks.”

Pepa nodded and though she had already developed a cloud, there was no rain as she asked, “Is your health okay?”

“Yes,” Alma said with a smile as she took one of Pepa’s hands, “Right now I am fine, mi vida; however, I want you to be aware of what I am potentially facing and why I will be relying on you and your siblings more from now on,” There was no easy way to say this, so Alma again took a breath and said, “The Doctor says there is a problem with my heart.”

“What sort of problem?”

“He called it a heart murmur,” Alma paused when it started to drizzle. Pepa blew at the cloud, it dissipated, so Alma continued, “That means my heart does not always beat as it should, and he told me that if I wish to be around to see all of my nietos grow up, I need to take a step back from some of my usual responsibilities.”

Pepa nodded and asked as a new cloud formed, “How can I help, Mamá?”

“Well, you have been after me for quite some time to give you more stories for the family scrapbook you have been working on,” Alma paused as Pepa squeezed her hand, “now that things will be, hopefully settling down, I want to help you with that, if I can.”

“That would be wonderful, Mamá,” Pepa said and picked up the umbrella she had with her. She popped it open, and Alma heard the light rain Pepa had stopped before as it began to fall again, this time interspersed with some hail.

“To begin, I want to meet with you and your siblings at that yellow door at lunchtime tomorrow.”

“Did you remember something?” Pepa leaned in, her excitement causing a brief increase in the hail’s intensity.

The happiness Alma had felt the night before, again crept in, and she said, “Yes, but… ” and she held up a hand, “tomorrow, Pepita. I want all three of you to be there when I tell you.”

There was a quiet roll of thunder and Alma could not help but smile. Pepa shrugged as she let out a short laugh and said, “Okay, Mamá, tomorrow it is… at noon.” Her rain stopped, so she closed the umbrella, and together they got up to join the other women.

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Camilo was headed to where Bubo’s Tío was standing when he paused and nudged Mariano, who was watching the people as they started to drift toward Mira. It amazed him that Mirabel never seemed to notice it happening. Mariano looked where Camilo indicated, and he too noticed Bubo leaning against a tree with his eyes closed. He’d never seen someone able to sleep standing up like that. Camilo’s Mamí had told him why Bubo was staying over last night, and both he and Mariano had seen Bubo stumble once or twice on the trip here. It was very evident he’d just not gotten enough sleep the night before. Mariano nodded, walked over and poked Bubo awake. He took him aside, at which point Bubo yawned mightily and rubbed his eyes. Mariano then bent nearer and said something that made Bubo shake his head. Mariano poked his arm and said something else. Bubo rolled his eyes but nodded. Together, they walked over to the cart where Luisa and Mirabel were. There was a brief exchange, then Bubo climbed into the cart and if Camilo didn’t know better, fell immediately asleep.

Mariano returned and said, “Well, that was easier than expected. Anyway, Camilo, do you think Dolores would like pastries?”

“What’s a pastries?” Camilo asked as the whole group began to follow the cart Luisa had placed Mirabel on.

“Fancy French desserts,” Mariano replied.

“Oh, probably. Dolores definitely has a sweet tooth.”

Mariano nodded, then asked, “What about Isabela?”

“I have no idea. You should probably ask Luisa or Mirabel that one.”

“Yes, okay then I’ll talk to you later,” and Mariano went back over and started speaking to Luisa.

Camilo watched him go and realized the more he got to know Mariano, the more he found that he actually liked the guy. All the time he’d spent mocking him because of Isabela’s supposed relationship had left Camilo believing the stuff he’d always heard. Mariano Guzmán was a big dumb hunk. He supposed he should not be surprised that his sister easily saw past the label he’d been stuck with since school. Now that Dolores was going to marry that guy, they’d be cuñados. Antonio already thought Mariano was loads of fun, since before the magic came back he’d been quite willing to carry his little brother on his shoulders all over town when Dolores was looking after him. Probably still would, but Parce was stiff competition.

“Excuse me, Señor Madrigal, do you have a moment?” Camilo turned and was surprised to find Old Arturo next to him with another of the group of newcomers. Something weird was going on. Arturo had never referred to him as Señor anything. Read the room, he thought and responded, “Yes, Señor Sanchez, how can I help you?”

Arturo quirked a smile and said, “I’d like you to meet Señor Rodriguez. It seems he was a science teacher in Bogotá. I had mentioned that you would be working at the school. He wanted to ask you some questions regarding that.”

Camilo found that odd as well. He’d only just been accepted as an apprentice there. Arturo knew that, so Camilo nodded. Arturo moved off and, at the same time, guided Señora Vargas toward someone else. Camilo could see that Arturo was purposefully not letting that woman anywhere near them, and was having fun using the woman’s ‘properness’ to do so. He’d seen him do that with Mariano’s mother occasionally, but it was more worrisome that Arturo felt he needed to do that. Still, Camilo trusted the old man’s instincts when it came to people’s intentions. He turned back to the man and noted he was at least as tall as his Papí, thin build, middle-aged, but had a thin face and a slant to his features that was borderline ugly. Would be a challenge to get that face right, Camilo thought, and had to resist an almost overwhelming urge to shift into a copy of the man, so asked, “We are quite proud of our school, just opened a larger one. What would you like to know, Señor Rodriguez?”

“Please, call me Miguel,” he replied and looked over his shoulder, “Only my students call me that.”

“Nice to meet you, Miguel. My name is Camilo.”

The man smiled and Camilo pulled back slightly, the smile did little to improve his looks and actually made him look creepy. Undeterred, Miguel leaned closer and asked, “José says you found his sobrino, Paola, and that they are currently in your town.” Camilo only nodded, so Miguel leaned even closer and continued, “Is it true you all believe that Paola is a girl?”

Camilo was not at all sure why this man wanted this information, but didn’t really like his tone. It made Camilo wonder what his actual motivations were and responded, “I’m not sure what it is you’re asking, Señor,” Camilo said, moving slightly back and glanced at José. He was nearby, still by himself, walking alone and looking thoughtful.

“I see,” Miguel said, “but you did not answer my question.”

“Nor will I,” Camilo said. He disliked where this was going and was now feeling more than a little irritated at this person and asked pointedly, “I thought you wanted to ask about the school?”

Miguel’s expression changed from clunky charm to one of apprehension, but he quickly stowed that, smiling once again, but the mask had slipped long enough for Camilo to decide he would tell him nothing regarding Tuli or the magic. Miguel said nothing, it was more than a little disturbing. The man remained silent as they walked, then suddenly turned back to the main party. Camilo watched as he made his way through the people and began speaking with Señora Vargas, who was now seated on the other cart. Bubo’s Tío was now very nearby and likely heard the exchange, and Camilo whispered, “Dol, some of this lot is full of potential trouble.”

(…Agreed... I’ll keep an ear on them…)

Camilo quickened his pace just a little until he was right next to Bubo’s Tío. José looked over and said, “I must apologize for my companions. They are a bit much sometimes.”

Camilo nodded, then asked, “Señor Márquez, may I ask you a question?”

“Only if I can ask one of you, Señor Madrigal.”

“Fair enough,” Camilo said, then asked, “How did you end up in charge of these people?”

José raised an eyebrow as he was probably expecting questions about Tuli, but he shrugged and said, “More of an accident. We came across their camp while my own group were attempting to track down my sobrino. Turns out they were refugees from Zipaquirá. Their houses had all been burned to the ground, and they were on the run. Since she ran a boarding house, the people with her thought Señora Vargas was best suited to lead them. Others from the group said she was leading them in circles. The other unfortunate person you met, Miguel, is her son. He is an unpleasant person, at best, and I would recommend you not give him or his mother information you do not want twisted and spread.” That certainly explained a few things Camilo thought. José continued, “They were very disorganized and on the verge of starvation, having run out of food and fresh water. We felt bad for the kids, so we decided to help them, and we only planned to stay with them long enough for them to get back on track. We were actually headed in the opposite direction when we ran into this one,” he said, and paused to pull a small notebook out of his pocket. He tapped it with his finger and continued, “Bubo gave me this. He said he got it from someone named Bruno. I know this belonged to the tracker because he was unusually protective of it. Now I know why. He claimed he’d seen a group of women with several children on the mountain where he lived and could lead us to them. He seemed very eager to help us and since we were short on leads at that point, we agreed.” Camilo nodded and José said, “So now to my question.”

“If I know, I’ll be happy to answer.”

José held up Santiago’s book and asked, “Do you know where this, Bruno, the man who owned this is?”

“Bruno? Oh no, Bruno is my Tío. The man who owned this, we believe his name was Santiago.”

“Santiago… that name does sound familiar… Is he in custody?”

“No, he’s dead, actually.”

José paled and said, “How? Did your Tío Bruno kill him? Is that how he got this book?”

Camilo held up his hands and shook his head. “No no no, Santiago died on the mountain.”

“Then you met him as well?”

“Ummm, not exactly. I can’t really give you the whole story here. Like you said, something's are better discussed in private, and my Papí would be a much better source of information.”

José looked around and nodded, then asked in a lowered voice, “One more thing, can I ask how you know Bubo?”

“I actually only just met your sobrino yesterday at a town meeting. He’s more a friend of Mariano’s,” Camilo said and pointed to him. He was now speaking with Miguel, and Camilo hoped Dolores had warned him about that one. “I know Mariano because he’s my sister’s fiancé. Anyway, the only reason it was yesterday is that Bubo hasn’t been around much since he’s been leading the group that’s been keeping watch on the outskirts of our town.”

“It would be like him to do something like that. I wondered why he had not returned, I had hoped he would come back six months ago,” José said, “Thank you, Señor Madrigal I need to speak with the others of my own group, how much further do we have to go?”

“It will be a few more hours of steady walking before we get to the town.”

José nodded, then moved toward a group of men that were staying together near the back of the line of people. Camilo looked toward the front and saw Mirabel was still sitting with her arms crossed on the cart, so Camilo went to cheer up his prima.

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Antonio was sitting at the desk in his room with a stack of paper and a pencil, writing out:

‘ No usaré mi super jaguar volador para abalanzarme sobre Abuela.’

He was supposed to write that twenty times in his best handwriting. Twice his Papí had crossed off one or two of the lines because he said it was ‘illegible’ whatever that meant. Antonio had lost track of how many times he’d written the sentence and was seriously bored with it. Parce was asleep nearby and had not moved a centimeter since his Papí told the big cat he best not move from that spot until Antonio had completed his punishment. The jaguar had simply chuffed and closed his eyes.

Chipsi came over, and she whistled to see if he was hungry and Antonio smiled, “No, I can’t eat grass, but thanks for asking.” This made Antonio realize he’d missed out on lunch when his stomach growled. He threw back his head and said, “Ugh... I’m gonna starve to death.” Antonio sighed and looked at the papers. He began to count the lines. He ticked off each one, skipping the crossed off lines, and started to get excited when he realized he only had one more to go. He picked up his pencil and started to write really fast. Chipsi let out a chirp and Parce chuffed. Antonio looked at the line... he couldn’t really read what he wrote, and decided this must be what illegible meant. He sighed, crossed it out and began the last line again. This time he made sure to make his letters extra neat. He was just finishing up when his father appeared next to him. Antonio handed him the last two pages. His father looked at his work and nodded as he said, “Okay Toni, you can go have some lunch, but if we have to do this again, it will be forty times.”

Antonio shuddered and thought, forty would take forever and said, “Okay, Papí. I won’t do it again.”

His father smiled then sighed and said, “Off you go, but don’t leave Casita by yourself. There are a lot of new people on their way here that we know nothing about. Why don’t you take your sister some lunch for me? She’s in Mira’s room. It’s on the counter in the kitchen.”

Antonio nodded and went downstairs with Parce in tow. There was a basket with some wrapped sandwiches and some fruit. Antonio took the basket and went up to Mirabel’s room. He found his Tío Bruno sitting on the floor with his sister and he must have been telling her jokes because she was laughing.

“Hey Toni, I see you’ve finished your punishment,” Tío Bruno said as he came in the room.

Antonio nodded and said, “Yeah, and Papí asked me to bring Dolores some lunch.”

“Excellent,” he said, getting up, “Well, I’ll leave you to it then Toni. Dol, let me know when they all get here... I gotta do a thing, then maybe a nap.”

“Okay, Tío. Thanks for the company.”

“You’re welcome,” he said and walked out the door.

Antonio set down the basket as Parce laid near Abuela’s door. He pulled off the towel and Dolores put it in her lap. Antonio pulled out two of the sandwiches and some fruit. He sniffed the wrapping and smiled, recognizing the smell of one of his favorites.

“So, what did you bring me, Toni?” Dolores asked as she settled her hands on the towel in her lap.

“Pickled potato sandwiches,” Antonio said and handed her one.

“Oh, nice,” his sister said, “Mamí is really getting good at that one.”

Antonio nodded and while she was unwrapping it, his sister squeaked then laid a finger down and said, “Mariano, mi vida, be careful not to say too much to that one. Definitely nothing about Tuli or the Gifts.” 

She refocused on Antonio as he asked, “Doli, are these people bad?”

“Not so much bad, as snooping about things they have no business knowing,” Dolores said, and took another bite of her sandwich.

Antonio looked at all the lights swirling around on the floor. He could see they were following Luisa and Mirabel and said, “Papí says there were a lot of new people coming. Do you know how many?”

“Yes, thirty-two.”

“Wow, that is a lot. Any kids?”

“Yes, quite a few, actually.”

“Oh, how many?”

“Eleven, but most of them are still not old enough to go to school.”

Antonio looked over at Parce and asked, “You think they’ll be afraid of my friends?”

“Maybe at first. Parce is a really big jaguar.”

“Yeah,” Antonio said as he finished his second sandwich.

“You might want to slow down there, hermanito, you’re gonna get a tummy ache.”

“But they’re so delicious.”

Dolores took another bite of hers and said, “Can’t argue with that.”

Sitting with his sister was nice, but Antonio wanted to go out and play but since he couldn’t go out alone he asked, “Dolores?”

“Yeah, Toni?”

“Where did Tuli go?”

“She went with Isa to do some farm work at the Jimenez place.”

Antonio gave himself a shake and asked, “On purpose?”

Dolores smiled and said, “Not everyone gets to play all day.”

“I helped today,” Antonio said with a small pout.

“True, it’s a good thing Isa sent you into town to find me. No donkeys were loose, but those chickens would have taken forever to round up without you.” They ate in silence for a bit, then Dolores asked, “So little brother, you looking forward to being the star of Milo’s play?”

“Kinda, it is fun to put on costumes and stuff, but I don’t know if I can do it in front of a bunch of people.”

“Just pretend you’re doing it in front of your animal friends.”

“That’s a great idea Doli,” Antonio said, then looked over to the door when he heard a squeak. It was Tino and Antonio had to focus hard. Tino was talking too fast, and he said, “Tino, slow down a little bit...” The rat did, and Antonio's eyes went wide, and he said, “Oh my gosh. Doli, Tío Bruno needs help. Tino says Tío isn’t waking up and that his eyes...” Antonio was up and so was Parce.

“Hold on,” Dolores said and put her finger on her their Papí’s light. She relayed what Antonio told her and said to Antonio. “Toni, can you go get Tío Gus? He’s in the back garden.”

Antonio nodded and scooped up the rat, then hopped on Parce. They ran out the door, then down the stairs and out the back door. He reached the garden and found his Tío raking in between a row of squash plants.

“Tío Gus! Tío Gus! Tío Bruno needs your help!” Antonio shouted as Parce skidded to a halt.

His Tío set aside the rake and asked as he leaned in to listen, “Tell me what’s happening, Toni.”

Antonio did, and his Tío asked, “Did Dolores let your Papí know?”

“Yes,” Antonio replied.

His Tío nodded and started toward the back door. He stopped and said, “Toni, I’m going to need you to wait by the door. Dol probably called your Mamí too, so can you wait for her to get back and tell her what you told me?”

Antonio nodded and followed his Tío into the house. Toni and Parce went across the courtyard, but before they passed the stairs he said to Tino, “Find out what’s happening, Tino and let me know, okay?” The rat squeaked in the affirmative and ran up the stairs. Casita opened the front door, so Antonio sat nearby to wait for his Mamí.

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Agustín took the stairs two at a time and met Félix at Bruno’s door. It was glowing very brightly, and the cuñados exchanged looks as they went into his room. Bruno was not there nor in the nearby alcove, and Agustín glanced back at the falling sand on the other side of the room and Agustín thought, oh no, and nudged Félix. They both rushed over to it, and ducked as the sand enveloped them. They pushed through and found Bruno on his knees in front of several shattered vision tablets. It had always been rare for Bruno to subject himself to creating this many visions in such a short time. The sand dome started to collapse, so they knelt in front of him and called to him, but Bruno did not respond. His eyes were darting all over the place, almost as if he were searching for an answer he was not finding.

Pepa came in and asked Félix to collect Antonio from the other room. Félix nodded, and Pepa glanced at the broken tablets as she knelt in front of her brother. Her brow furrowed, and a cloud formed as she put a gentle hand on his cheek and said, “Bruno, it’s going to be okay. We’re here to help. I know we’ll find a way through. Come back to us, hermanito.”

Bruno finally blinked and as he did an emerald tablet coalesced and dropped into the sand in front of him. He didn’t look at it, just stepped on it, causing it to crack. “I need a nap,” was all he said before allowing his sister to help him leave. Pepa looked back before she followed Bruno into the sand, her concern was clear and Agustin pushed the vision tablet pieces back together and frowned as he thought, one more complication to an already complicated problem.

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Isabela and Tuli reached the Jimenez farm in good time, and they talked to Juanita Jimenez, the farmer’s heavily pregnant wife, for a little bit about how the crops were doing. She joined them as they headed out to the new cassava field while telling Isa what she thought the problem with the crop was. Isabela listened carefully, the goal was to see if she could just help the plants along without interrupting their normal growth, and the farmer’s wife held many answers. Juanita had come to the Encanto from her family’s cassava farm with the same group as Bubo with little else beyond the clothes on her back and a sack full of cassava cuttings. She’d met and married John Jimenez within a month of her arrival. The rumor mill had gone wild with speculation that she’d gotten pregnant just so John would have to marry her, and he didn’t really care for her at all. Juanita called to her husband, and he came in to greet them.

He smiled at his wife, and she tilted her head and smiled back, then turned and walked back to the house. Screw what the gossips in town said. Isabela recognized that look, John Jimenez loved his farm wife. He turned his attention back to her and said, “Thank you for coming, Señorita Isabela. I did as you said and cut off all the spotty leaves and burned them. Most of the plants appear to be bouncing back. I did not think cassava was so finicky.”

Isabela nodded, but did not mention that it was in fact Juanita that had told him he needed to do that. That’s why Isa made a point of speaking with her whenever she came by.

“Who is this lovely young lady with you?” John asked.

“This is Señorita Márquez, she volunteered to help me today.”

The farmer laughed, “Oh, a volunteer weeder. Good on you, Señorita.”

“Where do you need us to start?” Isabela asked.

“I’m working on that end,” he said and pointed, “If you could start on that side, hopefully, we’ll meet in the middle.”

Isabela nodded as she and Tuli walked toward the end of the field. Isabela hummed as she brushed her hands along the tops of the plants. Leaves vibrated and most deepened in color. The ones that did not were already dead and broke off. Isabela knew she could just grow the cassavas, but it was important to her that she focus on helping them be a little healthier. Trying to grow an entire field would likely knock her out for days. So, after tying up her shoes as well as her and Tuli’s skirts, she pointed out which plants needed to go, and they got to work.

Isabela was impressed, Tuli worked diligently and without complaint for the entire time. They actually caught up with John much sooner than Isabela expected. He complimented them on their hard work and asked if they wanted to stay for supper.

Isabela declined, saying she was expected to be home this evening. The farmer nodded and asked if Isa would be available the following week. Isabela nodded and wished the farmer well, and she and Tuli started back toward Casita.

“That was kinda fun,” Tuli said and skipped ahead of her. When they were halfway home, Tuli stopped as she looked up the road. From where they were, they could see the line of people coming down and Tuli went very still as she put a hand on her locket and asked, “Isabela, is it alright if I… change my clothes before my Tío comes? I want to stay, and I think I’ll just make him angry... if he sees me... like this. Then we’ll have a fight and I’ll end up... ”

Isabela noticed Tuli’s look of almost panic as she took her hand. “If that’s what you want to do, of course. You know your Tío better than anyone. It’ll all work out Tuli.”

“How can you be sure?” Tuli asked, her other hand firmly grasping her locket.

“You know, I just am,” Isabela said and lifted Tuli’s chin.

Tuli smiled then kissed the locket. She looked back up the road and whispered to the people in the distance, “Eu acredito em você, Bubo.”

“Tuli what language was that? I know it’s not French.”

“Oh, it’s Portuguese, I learned some of it from my abuela and Bubo. He used to live in Brazil. That’s where he came from before he went to live with our abuelos.”

So that was the source of his accent. It hadn’t occurred to Isa that Bubo’s parents might not be around. She wondered how old he’d been when he came to Colombia. Maybe she’d ask later… maybe that was too personal for a first date… maybe she could ask Tuli. Isabela dismissed that idea since it was not necessarily something Tuli would know. Isa let out a yelp when she stubbed her toe. She looked down to realize her shoes were, once again, missing. She quickly reached behind herself and sighed with relief when she found they were hanging on her belt. She and Tuli left the path and walked on the soft grass. Isa stopped as she brushed at the dirt she’d gotten on her clothes, it didn’t help. Tuli looked down at her own skirt and wiggled her toes, “Weeding sure does get you dirty.”

“Yeah, but it’s so satisfying to yank those troublemakers out of the ground,” Isabela said and laughed as she pretended to violently pull an imaginary weed. Both she and Tuli took a step back as a large oak tree sprouted and rapidly grew near the edge of the forest. It was almost as large as the one in the plaza.

Tuli whispered, “Oh my gosh, do you think that’s a guardian tree… I’ve never thought I see one get born before… I wonder who it’s for… ”

Isa wondered what Tuli was talking about but put her hands firmly at her sides. No more using her gift today if she actually wanted to go on that date, that was for sure, and asked, “Tuli, why would you call that ...?” Isabela realized that Tuli was gone. She was running toward the tree. Isabela followed and stopped with Tuli in front of it. Tuli ran her hand over the bark as she stared at the tree with a hopeful smile on her face. Isabela decided it was a question that could be answered later as she too looked up into the branches. The tree was still filling out as its leaves were still unfurling near the top. She put a hand on it and heard quite plainly ‘anselmo’. Startled, Isa pulled her hand back. Tuli was now hugging the tree and whispering something that almost sounded like a prayer. Isa wiggled the fingers of the hand she’d touched the tree with. They were tingling, and she thought, that’s just weird, and she decided she would figure that out another time. She poked Tuli’s arm and said, “Come on, let’s get cleaned up before Bubo and your Tío get back.” Tuli nodded and reluctantly left the tree behind to follow Isabela toward Casita.

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Mirabel sighed as she watched the road ahead. She knew they were only a few kilometers out of town now. Luisa was again talking to Osvaldo about his donkey, and Camilo had told her to stay put when he jumped off the cart. Still, he’d sat with her for the past two hours, telling her the most random jokes. He was now walking with Old Arturo, who was telling him something that made Camilo glance over at the other cart where Señora Vargas was sitting. She had her head together with the man she’d noticed Camilo speaking to earlier.

The cart bounced when they hit a stone in the road hard enough that Mirabel had to adjust her glasses. The kids in the cart all squealed and were giggling. Mirabel looked back and saw that Bubo was now awake. He looked at the seat beside her, and she motioned for him to join her.

“Feel better?” Mirabel asked as Bubo climbed up.

“Yes, didn’t realize I was that tired,” Bubo said as he rubbed his knees rather nervously. He was quiet for a time, then looked at her and said, “Thank you, Mirabel.”

“For what? I didn’t actually do anything,” Mirabel said.

Bubo shook his head and said, “You underestimate yourself, Mirabel Madrigal. You have an unusually calming presence about you. You also, once again, stopped me from doing something incredibly foolish, and I’m sure my outburst didn’t help Tuli’s situation.”

“I don’t know, Bubo. You care a great deal for your prima and throw a little personal guilt and exhaustion into the mix and voilà, instant anger.”

“Ugh, I feel so stupid. I see now why your Mamá asked that I bring you and your sister along on this journey.”

“My Mamá?” Mirabel was perplexed, then remembered her attitude when she was told she wasn’t going with her mother and sisters to retrieve the folks on the mountain. She thought she’d hid her disappointment better. Clearly she did not, but maybe that was not a bad thing. Too much of what had happened before the breaking was because no one was willing to let certain parts of themselves show.

“She said you wanted to help. You did, so again, thank you,” Bubo said, then fell silent for a while. He was looking down the road. You could just make out the tops of the houses in town from here. Mirabel noticed the tree line had changed since this morning. There was another great tree poking above it. It was large enough that you couldn’t see Casita from here anymore. Isabela must be responsible for that, she thought. But why grow it there? She looked over and noticed Bubo was, once again, rubbing his knees and he said, “I’m not sure how I’m going to talk to my Tío about this rationally. We’ve already had arguments in the past regarding him calling Tuli, Paola. Now add into that the other and… ”

“I’m no expert, but maybe you should try to see the situation from your Tío’s perspective. He obviously cares what happens to the both of you. Who’s to say what’s motivating him if you don’t ask.”

“While I see your point, I’ll be honest, I am not convinced that will be effective.”

“Well, just give it some thought, Bubo. People can be surprising. So, did Mariano fill you in as to what you’re doing tonight?”

“No, but as long as I’m sitting here, can you give me something to talk to your sister about... besides insects, that is.”

“Well, Isa loves music and dancing. She plays the piano and sings really good too. When I was little, she would take me ‘flying’. She was an awesome big sister then.” Mirabel realized what she’d said and glanced at Bubo. He hopefully missed that, so started hurriedly naming random Isa likes. “Ummm, she likes to experiment with recipes... She’s actually really good at cooking, but doesn’t want anyone to know that. She likes her coffee with milk. She thinks everyone should love cacti. She wants a cat, either striped or maybe a black one. She thinks dogs smell funny, and she doesn’t like when they dig up plants. She used to have potatoes in her room that she would talk to and dress up in clothes...” Bubo tilted his head, and Mirabel paused and cleared her throat. “Sorry, just forget I said that.”

Bubo chuckled as he nodded and said, “É engraçado, I promise I didn’t hear a thing.”

Mirabel tilted her head and asked, “Bubo, you speak Portuguese?”

“Yes, I was born in Brasil. I only learned Spanish when I came to Colombia.”

“Oh, how did you come to be living here?” There was a pause and Mirabel thought maybe that was an uncomfortable question and added, “Sorry, I don’t mean to be nosy.”

“No, no, it’s alright. Just something I’ve not thought about for a long time,” Bubo said, then looked off toward the town. Though Mirabel was curious, she just sat and waited for Bubo to find his words and he asked, “Do you know what a bus is?”

Mirabel shook her head then remembered seeing a picture of one in a magazine that one of the newcomers had brought, so she said, “I’ve seen a picture. They look a bit frightening.”

Bubo shrugged. “Not really. Anyway, buses are usually pretty safe, and you can move quickly from one city to another. When I was about eight years old, my parents and I went on a bus trip to Brasile’s capital, Manaus. Spent the day looking at all the historical buildings. Overall, it was a good day, the time got away from us, and we ended up boarding the last bus back to our town very late. I’m not completely sure what happened because I fell asleep pretty quickly once we were on the road. I woke up in the hospital. I knew something wasn’t right because my abuelos were there instead of my parents. I was told that the weather had turned bad, there was an accident and that both of my parents were killed. I survived, but only just. There were a lot of things I had to relearn, like how to walk, feed myself, it’s a long list. Since I did not have any relatives in São Joaquim, where we lived, I came to live with my Abuelos in Aracataca once I was released from the hospital. My Tío was already living there on and off, and he helped me get back on my feet, so to speak.”

“I’m sorry about your parents, Bubo.”

“Thank you, I think my only regret is that I’ve never been able to visit their graves. Someday though.”

Mirabel nodded and realized they were almost to the town plaza and could see her Abuela and Mama, along with the rest of the town council, waiting to greet them. Camilo came up to them and said, “Hey, Bubo, your Tío was asking for you.”

Bubo nodded and hopped down from the cart and began walking toward the back of the group. Camilo climbed up and plopped into the seat next to her. He elbowed her twice and started talking without looking at her. Camilo used to do this when they were little, and they were busy planning some pointless prank. It was always more fun to do that in a conspiratorial way. No jokes this time though, he was instead giving her a run-down of all the things he noticed happening with the new group. It felt weird that her primo felt he needed to do that. But again she realized that she really did need to know these things. Most concerning was José’s warning that they not share extra information with Señora Vargas or her son Miguel. She could see that Luisa was also paying attention and Mirabel glanced back and saw that most of the kids were asleep, so she wasn’t overly concerned they were listening. Camilo wondered then how Abuela was going to explain the magic to these people. Mirabel looked over at Casita and smiled when she noticed the house waving. She waved back and thought, It’ll all work out. I just know it.

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Bubo joined his Tío, and his uncle introduced him to the others of his original group that had joined him on his search. A few of them Bubo knew since they were from the same area as his abuelos. He nodded to each and decided to let his Tío know about the magic and what to expect. His Abuela had often told them stories about the fantastical things that could only happen in Columbia and after seeing the magic of the Encanto, Bubo believed every one of them. His uncle was even more so. Though he had studied to be a lawyer, he’d given that up to be a journalist and writer. He was always looking for stories to explore and Bubo had enjoyed all of his published works, so he said as they walked, “Tío, there’s a story attached to this place and the people that live here that I want to tell you before we get there. So you know what to expect.”

His Tío was clearly intrigued because he slowed a little and let the group move ahead without them and said, “Okay Bubo, let’s have it then.”

Bubo then told him what he knew of what had happened here over fifty years ago at the beginning of the thousand days war. That the leader of the town, Doña Alma Madrigal, received a miracle after the death of her husband and father of their newborn triplets. It was this event that was the impetus that ultimately protected and saved the original inhabitants from the marauders that ransacked theirs and other nearby villages. He told him about La Candela and Casita, the living house that helped look after and protect the Madrigal family. When he got to the part regarding the Madrigal family Gifts, he paused and his Tío said, “You can’t stop now, Bubo.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to find the best way to describe what came next,” Bubo said, then one by one told him about each of the family’s Gifts as described to him by Mariano.

“You left one out,” his Tío said. “What Gift does Señorita Mirabel have?”

“Mirabel does not have a magical Gift,” Bubo said.

“How unusual. You’re sure?”

“Yes, she told me so herself,” Bubo replied.

His Tío nodded and said, “You look as though there is more to this story to tell.”

Bubo nodded and said, “Yes. When I arrived here, almost a year ago now, Casita had fallen and there were no magical Gifts.”

“But you didn’t use past tense when you were describing them.”

“That’s where Mirabel comes into it. After La Candela went out and the original Casita fell, a new Casita was built for the family by the townsfolk. Mariano said it was quite the thing to see because on the day they were to move back in, the family gave Mirabel the very last piece of it to put in place. A doorknob to be precise. When she did, Mariano said a new miracle was born and Casita and the Gifts returned.”

“You did not see any of that?”

“No, at that time I was patrolling the area near the river at that time. I found out about it when I came into town to resupply.”

“You didn’t go look?”

“Tío, I was responsible for a patrol, and only in town for a day before I headed back out.”

“Right, so Mirabel is now the... the miracle bringer?”

“She is an extraordinary young woman. I'm guessing she’ll lead this town one day.”

“I think I would like to see this Casita.”

“It’s likely you will, since Tuli is staying at the Madrigal home.”

As they crested the final hill, Bubo’s Tío put a hand on his shoulder, bringing Bubo to a halt. Only one of his uncle’s companions noticed they’d stopped. That one just nodded and continued on. Bubo was now feeling very nervous.

“Now that you’re a little more rested, I need to ask Bubo, honestly, do you believe Tuli when he tells you he’s a girl?”

Bubo strangely did not feel he needed to hesitate and said, “Yes, at her core she has the soul of a girl.”

“But don’t you see how much more difficult Tuli’s life will be if we allow them to continue with this?”

“Her life is already painfully difficult, to the point that she fled our family with a person of questionable character. She’s already paid a high enough price for that mistake. Honestly, do you not see how alone and isolated she already is? She doesn’t want to go back to that. Who would? I’ll say it again, I accept that Tuli is exactly who she believes herself to be. She wants to remain in the Encanto, make it her home. Also, the Madrigals are all aware that Tuli is not physically a girl, and they do not have an issue with that. In fact, Doña Madrigal said Tuli would be welcome to stay... if you gave her permission to do so and if I agreed to stay as well.”

“And do you?”

“Yes. I’ve grown fond of the people here. Made some good friends. Met a nice girl.”

“What about school?”

“I’ll find time for that one day.”

“I do not believe that.”

“Said my almost lawyer Tío.”

His Tío smiled and said, “Good answer, Bubo. And if I take Tuli back to Bogotá?”

Bubo sighed and said, “Then this was a pointless conversation because I do not believe she would be able to bear it. We will lose her forever the next time she runs, and you know that she will,” Bubo said “Tío, when I found out yesterday just what Tuli had been through, I was ready to go out and do something I would never be able to take back. But I was reminded that of all the places Tuli could have ended up, she ended up here where her family is. Tuli’s found the sanctuary she’s been searching for since her mother was killed, and her father went missing. This place where she can be who she was meant to be. This place where miraculous things happen daily.”

His Tío did not answer, so Bubo started down the hill. He paused and turned back when his Tío said, “I can’t make any promises, Bubo, but I will consider what you’ve said.”

“Thank you, Tío,” Bubo said with a small smile, “That’s all I can ask for.”

Notes:

If you were wondering: ‘No usaré mi super jaguar volador para abalanzarme sobre Abuela.’ translates to: I won't use my flying super jaguar to pounce on Grandma Kids

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[casitafallz-a]

Fracture AU | Alma Madrigal

( Overview repost (with art) )

After Mirabel’s ceremony that failed, the fear of potentially losing the miracle hardened Abuela's resolve to ensure they don’t lose it, increasing work loads and tried to establish the Magical children’s positions in Encanto to make sure. She too increased her own work in keeping track of Encanto and it’s residents to make sure everything was running smoothly. it hurt to loose Bruno, not knowing where he went but masked that, even as people seemed…happy about his absence.

But things didn’t come to a boil until after Mirabel’s 7th Birthday which a small argument about work was blown out between Abuela, Pepa and Julieta who had enough of the extra work, Abuela’s insistence over maintaining the magic and the stress it was putting on the family.

Casita collapsed that night, the magic with it and left the madrigal’s homeless and the mountain split. Abuela  assured the residents the Madrigal’s were fine but needed a place to stay. A chapel was supplied as their room.

Abuela was the first to leave via the split in her walk, mull and grieve the loss of her husband’s sacrifice beside the same river that their miracle was granted. In the river, she first saw it; a locket.

Abuela retrieved it by sheer curiosity before she felt the magic emanating from it. Unknown to her it was an Architect Artefact. At least, Architect Alma and Architect Julieta’s creation that when she put it on and effectively claiming it, it tapped into her soul.

Due to Abuela’s ignorance of what it was, she wasn’t able to channel it’s gifts; never sought to see even as Casita got rebuilt and she retained her role in Encanto.

Mirabel was the one to restore the magic with putting the Handle in but as yonug as she was, this act changed the weight of magic from Abuela to Mirabel herself; Abuela’s locket granting her to sense how the magic resonated with Mirabel than her when she realised why Mirabel didn’t get her gift; she would have taken her place.

Only now, in a magical sense, she had. Casita was less responsive to Abuela, often times Abuela realised she couldn’t understand Casita as much any more. That scared her a lot, knowing her position in the family was not only tense and strained between herself and triplets, but she felt redundant in her own family.

Abuela tried to change tactics to feel useful and help the newly 8-year old Mirabel with handling the magic and the Encanto responsibilities for when she was ready, and no doubt after her death so she didn’t have to carry the burden to soon.

But while she was able to convince Julieta of her reasoning to coach MIrabel, Pepa was not a believer as she felt that Abuela was trying to force Mirabel into her position as she believed Julieta would take the mantle, or even her. They were fine taking that position when it would come down to it.

This led to a worse argument that Abuela walk away from, leaving with the echo of Pepa’s words that ‘she should have died, not Pedro’ and Abuela agreeing with her before she once again took a walk to clear her mind.

At the river side, Abuela cried and grieved before she collapsed with sudden cardiac arrest from the year-long stress from the collapse and familiar rebuke of her actions. The artefact locket pinged up onto the Watcher’s systems before a team was dispatches and they found Alma’s body and brought her to their morgue as they couldn’t remove the artefact.

Architect Alma was the only one to come upon the locket’s call, to divulge it’s resistance of removal and revel that Alma’s soul and consciousness was very much preserved inside; waiting in a dreamlike state, despite the loss of her body.

It took years in the Watcher AU to decide what to do; have the architect remove her soul to Architect Julieta’s realm of the afterlife to return to Pedro’s soul or to find a new body for her.

Watcher Alma was 4 hours away from making that call when a 25 year Alma Madrigal was brought with her three babies, suffering from a catastrophic injury as that AU never got it’s miracle and she took the blade to spare her triplets.

The three babies were alive, and the body was salvageable but the soul of that Alma had passed on before they were able to resuscitate the body and bring bodily functions to normal and in a vegetable state. Scars along the body lingered; most predominantly along her right-side of her face from the machete and down her back and shoulder. 

Watcher Alma saw a possibility of letting the soul of this Abuela starting fresh. The babies needed a mother and would spare them becoming complete orphans and would allow Abuela a chance to prove that she can change and make sure these children have a better life.

If Abuela didn’t agree to take the body as hers, then the body would be taken off life-support and buried.

So, the locket was removed by the architect and placed onto the new body before Alma woke in alarm; not only where she was but the youth-full body was also very unexpected.

Watcher Alma was able to explain to Abuela what had happened before Abuela explained her AU and…her indecision. She didn’t want to replace either side of her family, or ruin the new babies.

Abuela was shocked to find out that the triplets weren’t even her typical children, but three different babies; not Julieta, Pepa and Bruno, but the three were Juliana, Leta and Oscar, conceived on a different month which was why they weren’t the same babies

Of coruse, Abuela wasn’t able but help but attaches to these new babies… so small and innocent. Alma agreed to take the body and the babies so she was allowed full access to her locket’s potential and given refuge in the Watcher Casita with a position in the schooling and education. allowing her less responsibly of a town but enough work to keep her busy and her new children socialised well without fear when it came to their gifts.

Abuela chose to have her eldered body returned and buried beside the far side of river where Pedro died, a quiet ceremony and unfortunately a secret from her original family. Alma opted to have a headstone to honour her old life created but the plants of the river would obscure it from sight of those looking out of Encanto.

Due to an old soul and a young body, she became known as Fracture. She met Abscond Luisa when the girl applied for her teaching position 19 years later in the Watcher AU.

{she’s physically have a body of 44 years old at the time of Pariah and the group’s era)

Juliana gained the ability to manipulate vibrations, Leta gained light manipulation and Oscar gained the gift of illusions manipulations.

#encanto #encanto au #alma madrigal #fracture au #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #pedro madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal

[ayagustin]

A work in progress.

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Pepa stepped into town square only half-aware where she put her feet, frowning down at the cut in her palm. The cloud above her head, thundering in annoyance, ensured that her path was clear of anyone she might have otherwise bumped into -- a stray lightning had zapped the last person who'd approached and startled her, and nobody had tried again since.

"Juli, do you have anything left over?", she started when her sister's table appeared in the corner of her eye, glad she'd be getting rid of the uncomfortable sting and possible Tetanus in a minute. "I've-"

"-got a cut?", interrupted the voice of her brother, and when she looked up, surprised, Bruno was lounging in Julieta's chair, precariously balancing it on just its two back legs, feet on the table -- much too close to the arepas for Pepa's liking. "Yeah, I know."

She lifted a brow.

"What're you doing here?"

He shrugged.

"I get tired of reading fortunes all day. And Juli's always complaining about us not coming to see her unless we need something."

He gestured to her hand as he said it. She tucked it behind her back.

"Obviously she's not here, so I figured I'd wait for her. And when she didn't show up again, I figured I'd wait for you, since ... well ..."

He craned his neck to peer around her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes.

Bruno tipped back his chair a little further.

"You'll fall over like that, y'know?"

"No, I won't", he said, like he knew, and the smug grin that crossed his face as he did told her he probably did, too.

Pepa fought the urge to kick out the chair from under him, which was somewhat difficult, seeing as she'd have done it without thinking not even two years ago and Julieta, who was about eighty percent of what little impulse control they had, wasn't here, but she managed just so.

If that was only because her cloud darkened and Bruno promptly dropped the chair into its proper position and his legs from the table when he felt the air around them charge didn't matter.

The smug grin was hers now, in any case.

Only until she remembered why she'd come here in the first place, though.

"Where's Juli, anyway?"

Bruno shrugged as she helped herself to an arepa.

"She wasn't here when I came. I thought I'd wait, but it feels like I've been sitting here forever."

He threw his arms back.

Pepa picked at the scab that had formed on her palm; Julieta's food never worked quite as well when she didn't hand it out, as well.

"This isn't like her."

"Certainly isn't."

She glanced at the mountains surrounding the Encanto. The sun was far from setting, so it was far from Juli's time to go home -- and even if it were later in the day, mamá usually got her to help put away the table and carry home any empty baskets or plates.

"You hear anything when you came here?"

Her brother shook his head.

"People only whisper around me anymore. Makes it hard to hear."

"They still haven't stopped that?"

"They want to know the future, and then they're mad at me when it's something bad I see. And sometimes it's not even bad! I could tell them they're gonna get real old, see, they're all bald and wrinkly, and what they'll focus on is going bald! These people are impossible to please."

She glanced up at her cloud, slowly shrinking, lightening, until just a sliver of mist of worry for her sister was left, and sighed.

"Tell me about it."

He clicked his tongue and snuck an arepa -- hardly the first, she thought -- to stick under his ruana, where a handful of rats no doubt pulled it apart in seconds.  

She chewed her lip.

"Has anyone come to get food since you sat down?"

"Nah. But it's a quiet day, anyway. Maybe Julieta just got bored. I certainly would."

"Julieta doesn't get bored."

"Yes, she does."

"She'd never abandon post like this, Brunito."

"Maybe not", he conceded.

Just then, a familiar figure appeared across town square, tall and broad-shouldered, the ideal son-in-law, as far as not only Alma Madrigal was concerned, and he looked around anxiously until he spotted them, lighting up when he did so. Bruno peered up and Pepa glanced down, and they shrugged in perfect unison when their eyes met.

Neither of them had seen much of Inigo Guzmán since their mothers had started hinting to him and Julieta that they were very interested in a couple mutual grandchildren, despite the fact that he was one of their oldest shared friends.

Things had been so painfully awkward between Juli and him that it had been easier to just avoid each other.

Now, he stood before them, though, chest rising just a little quicker than usual, nervous-looking, and he said: "Here you two are."

"Here we are", Pepa agreed.

"What's up?", Bruno asked as nonchalantly as he managed, which wasn't very.

"I just saw Julieta."

Inigo scratched his cheek, brows furrowing.

"She, uhm, ... seemed a little off?"

"Off as in our mothers want you to do it, or off as in off?"

The young man flushed.

"Just ... off. I dunno. Y'know this look when she's trying to be all ... Julieta, pretending everything's fine."

The present triplets' eyes met once more.

Bruno's lip was disappearing between his lips.

Pepa's cloud darkened.

#encanto #encanto 2021 #pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal (mentioned) #original character #oc inigo guzmán #madrigal triplets #la familia madrigal #pepa&bruno #mywriting #i feel like i never really post here

[applesap-fics]

A moment between Mirabel and Oscar, with just a hint of bruno/oscar hidden away.

I wrote this bit to get an idea of Oscars character dynamic, and because I felt like writing Mirabel (who I think does sound a little bit younger than intended). He's based on Meg Parks concept art -- the big guy! I love him. In this verse, he has selective mutism and comes from outside the Encanto with his elderly mother. Its not a polished fic, but I liked it well enough, hehe.

(I hope this post isnt too long. I forgot you cant add readmores on mobile.) Hope you like!

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Oscar Perez was a big guy, quiet, more so than any other newcomer that had come through the crack in the mountain. Once he started helping around Casita, though, out of some sense of obligation, gratitude, or need to connect with anyone other than his elderly mother, the Madrigals got to know him much better, and it turned out he was a total sweetheart. 

He had helped Mirabel design and sew little costumes for the rats in Bruno's very ambitious new play -- the entirety of Hamlet complete with narration, costumes, and set design -- and he'd honest to god squealed when they observed the end result together. Before delving into yet another long afternoon of pricked fingertips as they tried to complete the collection of miniature clothing, they sat contented in Casita's lounge, waiting for Bruno.

"Why are you so quiet anyway?" Mirabel asked him. 

"I get nervous." 

"Oh, I get that." She kicked her skirt up as she swung her legs on the bench. "But you're talking to me. And Antonio likes talking to you and you say hello to Camilo." 

"Yeah. Because you are small and not very intimidating." 

"Says the big guy!" 

"Wasn't always so big..." he muttered. He cleared his throat. "Uhm, what I'm about to tell you isn't exactly secret, but it's not something I can go around and tell people. And it's, uhh. Embarrassing." 

"O-kay?" 

"You can tell your aunts and uncles about it. Probably makes it easier if I'm hanging around your mother's kitchen more often. Let's see if I can explain it.” He took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Children are very chaotic. You guys always do whatever you want. Easy life, especially the little ones. It doesn't matter much what I say because there's no impact on me. I'm the adult; it's a situation I control. But when I talk to people my age I can't expect anything. Or rather, I have to be prepared for anything. I want to talk, but I just freeze up."

"Ohh." Mirabel looked down at her skirt. 

"I’m a very different person at home. People always assume I'm simple. And I don't gesture much." He shrugged his big shoulders, quirked the corner of his mouth, and sighed. “It’s easier to let them think I’m hard and tough than try to stutter through a conversation.”

Mirabel thought about it.

"Antonio didn't use to talk much either. He talked to me, but even then he wouldn't reply half the time. It made tía Pepa so worried. But then he got his gift and now he cant stop talking! About his animals, at least." 

Oscar smiled. His mustache moved with it, and because it made him look kind of cute rather than stoic it made Mirabel smile too. She didn’t know why she told Oscar about Antonio. Their situations were a little different. And Antonio was 7, so it wasn't like Oscar could relate to a kid or deserved to be compared to one.

"Something in his mind that makes him feel safer with pets," Oscar remarked.

"I guess. Do you feel safer with younger people?"

"Oh, yes. You guys don’t do, uhh. You guys don’t do so much bad stuff." 

It took a split second as she processed what that could mean before her chest constricted. Oscar must have come from a very different life. Mirabel knew she was blissfully ignorant to the outside world, dark pasts glossed over in tense moments between her grandmother and her peers, with shifty eyes of her mamá and her siblings always striving to do better because of that past. Never the full picture, always the implication. How many years had those men with torches and knives continued destroying every family in their path?

Mirabel did not want to assume anything, but she thought she got what Oscar was angling at. 

"Sorry," he said, that dull mask slipping back in front of his face. "Shouldn't have phrased it like that. I mean that I have to work and get it done and make sure my mother has a nice place to live. Can’t mess that up with something bad I say." 

That kind of clicked for her and she was happy to let those darker thoughts fade. "Oh, tío Bruno is the same. He worries a lot too. Except he’ll just say whatever he wants anyway and goes knock knock knock." 

"He's a very good man, your uncle." Proud that he said that, Mirabel nodded. Oscar continued, "I think it's funny when he lets things slip out that he better not say. Makes him look brave." 

"Well," Mirabel angled her head, bemused, "he's kind of an idiot." 

Dolores popped up from behind the pillar. "Should I tell him you said that?"

"SANTA MARIA DE--" Jumping up, Mirabel let out a series of expletives. 

Her cousin gave her a sly smirk, then came up next to Oscar and spoke to him in a gentle voice, "Do you want me to tell people what you said to Mirabel?" 

Mirabel could see Oscar clench up, even though she thought Dolores wasn't that old. Oscar made a small fist, shaking it no. "Personal," he managed. 

Dolores nodded. "I could maybe spread around that you're very nice and hardworking and that you’re a friend of ours? I wouldn't want people to think I was slow just because I didn't speak."

Mirabel saw his mouth twitch and pinch, then he gave Dolores a thumbs up. "Thanks." 

Dolores smiled and went on her way. Mirabel watched her go as elegantly as ever. It made her a bit jealous of how gentle she had addressed Oscar’s situation, instinctively knowing how to help him.

"Wow, she got us good!" Mirabel laughed to cheer herself up. "Don't worry, she does this all the time. Just don't think about her when you're going to the bathroom and you'll be fine. Uhm, you okay?" 

Oscar had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily through his nose, fists tightened around the fabric of his slacks.

"Spooked me," he muttered after a moment. After he did some slow breaths, he added, "don't worry about me, peque. I just don't do well around spies." 

For a moment, Mirabel deliberated if she should make the joke she wanted to make. 

"If your past involves spies that would be kind of awesome, though." 

Please god laugh and don't let him have spy traumas.

He gave her a small smile, which didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Nah, nothing as cool as that."

#encanto #encanto oc #mirabel madrigal #encanto fanfics #encanto fanfic #if you see another character in oscar no you dont i keep my fandoms separate #Bruno/Oscar #bruno/omc #lpqnh

[themountainsays]

So let's assume Dolores is sent away and for public relations they say she had the opportunity to live outside the Encanto for a time with family and she voluntarily did this. So when she comes back she is hiding how traumatic the experience of leaving everything she'd ever known and going through the jungle and mountains and living in 50s Colombia which is felt very different and foreign to her so now that she is back she really doesn't want to leave and like Isabela in whump she does believe she was hurting Camilo so she makes a point of avoiding him but will stay but all night listening to him and scolding herself for it. He is trying to get back her attention like Mirabel would be. Also if we want to add more angst when Dolores got somewhere else it became clear she was pregnant and gave birth to a baby maybe she left it behind or what I like better she came back with said baby and gave a story for PR to the town that she met a young man feel in love with him got pregnant but he killed by whatever instability is happening or even by the same group that killed Pedro (I like to think they were colonel Buendia's men) because of course the people of Encanto would believe the world is still like that. Now this kid is obviously Camilos kid but she maintains the lie to him and tries to make sure he doesn't see or interact with his kid out of fear it will get both her and her baby kicked out or her separated from her baby.

Ahh i love this TT_TT poor Dolores though, she'd feel so lonely... though Camilo trying to reach out to her and reconnect is super sweet, I do think he'd be a gentleman with his partner and be super soft and careful and never cross any boundaries because he knows Dolores is very sensitive and he can tell she's not okay, plus he may or may not feel guilty over "getting her kicked out" too TT_TT I can see him trying to bond with the kid though. He'd be such a good dad, even if he's still, uh, a teen, and even if he doesn't know the kid is his. I imagine Dolores would have very mixed feelings about it too, because in one hand, seeing Camilo with their kid is like catching a glimpse of the happy life they could have had, and on the other, it's a reminder of how risky it was to come back and how (she believes) they can never have a family together...

Uhh can we leave the irl historical implications out of this tho ;-; pretty please? It doesn't feel appropriate to bring it up for AU reasons

#madrigalcest #camilores #shipcest

[gamerbearmira]

(SA)

Alma was at the very very back of the crowd, just barely able to see, and she didn't even know why she was here. She had kicked out her inhuman children almost ten full years ago and had avoided them in town and not spoken to them since...although she did hear a lot about them from everyone and may have purposely sought them out to watch them from afar sometimes.

Just to see if they were human again she told herself. But she wouldn't deny how her heart sometimes was warm but hurting when she saw them happier than ever. And now...

Now it was her daughters wedding day and there was a light drizzle and some wind and Alma frowned. There should be nothing but clear sunny skies on such an important day.

The priest was wary of letting Bruno into the church, and Alma frowned but she supposed she understood where he was coming from after all the bible did warn about a false prophet, so Pepa had decided to have her ceremony and reception outside with the altar being right on the steps.

Hearing the music Alma looked up seeing the young man at the alter, and wasn't that the eldest Castillo boy? He was only a few years older than Pepa if she recalled, waiting there while Julieta was standing as her sister's maid of honor smiling shyly over at the tall clumsy best man.

If Alma remembers right his name was Agustin and he was the clumsy one who fell down the mountain of Encanto and got attacked by bees every day since. She had heard about how Julieta seemed smitten with him and frowned. Julieta could do so much better than some outsider if she were human.

Hearing gasps Alma looked over towards Pepa in her brilliant wedding dress and felt herself choke up a bit. Pepa was so beautiful in that white dress that really made the red of her hair and the green of her eyes pop. Her tail was hidden by the dress itself but her inhuman animal ears were still visible on her head. And...and holding her arm to guide her....

It wasn't Bruno as she expected, he was sliding his way over towards Agustin and Felix, his antler bigger than she remembered and standing up proudly.

No it was a golden transparent figure that was crying but smiling as he held Pepas arm to give her away...and Alma's breath hitched.

Because she recognized that figure. Even with the animal mane and tail...she would recognize her Pedro anywhere. But....but he was here?! He was here on their daughters wedding day as an animal as he walked her down the aisle.

Alma could barely believe her eyes as she gaped at her half animal daughter and at Almas equally half animal very much dead husband.

RAHHHHHHH 👹👹 RAHHHHHHHH 👺👺👺👺

Jokes aside though. She must have figured it was wedding but didn’t know who’s wedding it was; usually she’s notified if there’s a wedding going on at least, but she probably didn’t even know about Pepa’s until either the day of or just before. Same with Julieta’s she probably knew it was happening just not when. I mean, I can see why neither of them invited her…it’s kinda expected that they cut off contact.

Also??? Homegirl was flabbergasted she saw Pedro. And then. She probably didn’t even get to talk to him at either wedding, mostly because she wasn’t able to get to him in the after party ad she clearly couldn’t interrupt the reception. Pedro probably knew she was there and purposely avoided her, just so Pepa’s day wasn’t ruined. Love how no one minded the weather either, love that <333

Willingly to bet that when Bruno made that “it looks like rain” joke, Pepa actually felt better about it, since she knew he was joking; after all, Alma wasn’t their to make it out that everything Bruno says is bound to happen cause of his gift, so she didn’t freak out when he said that.

I started Pepa last night and then ended up doing Julieta as well, just cause lmao

I love them

“I’m not crying your crying!”

“No one…no one said you were crying papa.”

“Oh.”

#encanto #my asks are open #encanto au #my asks #au #encanto pepa #encanto felix #encanto pedro #encanto alma #encanto julieta #encanto agustin #housebroken au #housebroken

[lukas-crying-heart]

Days Without Bruno, part two

This one is pretty long, just warning you

Three weeks had already passed since her thirteenth birthday, three years had already passed.

The last three years did not go how she wanted it to go to say the least, but she was able to go for one last daily walk with Luisa yesterday, she didn’t have to go on those walks but she always loved to, it was a nice walk.

But today was different, she would be alone for these walks from now on, after her yesterday’s walk Abuela decided Luisa had better things to do than take a child for walks.

She was walking a new trail today.

All alone, it was peaceful, the birds were chirping and every once in a while a capybara crossed her path.

Out here she could think about things other than her family, she loved them with all her heart of course she did but sometimes they were just to much.

So she goes for walks, she’s usually gone for hours but she wouldn’t be out that long this time, it was close to sunset and she hadn’t told anyone that she had gone, she didn’t want to bother any of them, they were tired after doing their duties to the community so she just left

As she walked the birds slowly became quiet, but she didn’t think much of it, why would she? Nothing ever happened in the Encanto, it was a paradise, nothing could happen under the miracle, Pedro’s miracle, she admired her Abuelo quite a bit she hoped to be like him, or at least that the people in town told her about him.

It was very quiet as she neared the viewpoint, it had never been this quiet, no birds, no animals, nothing but her own footsteps and breathing.

Her thoughts wandered to Bruno, like they always did when it was quiet, he would probably go on walks with her if he was still here

Her thoughts were disturbed by someone-or something-crashing through the undergrowth, her first instinct was to run so she ran as fast as she could up the trail to the viewpoint but whatever was in the bushes followed her.

“Go away!” She yelled and threw a rock which was met with a quiet “ouch!”

She looked back as she ran, she hit someone, someone was chasing her! 

She tripped on a root and scrapped her chin on a sharp stone.

A young girl came out of the jungle, she was covered in dirt and her dress had obviously been snagged by bushes and sticks

Neomi didn’t say anything, she just stared at this newcomer

“I…I need help..” this stranger panted

A small drop of blood fell onto the dress Neomi was wearing

“What’s your name?” Neomi asked, getting up and wiping the dirt off her dress, she was still breathing heavily from the scare and running

There hadn’t been new people in the Encanto for a very long time, the last person who had come into this place was Agustin, the mountains had let someone new in. Was she alone? Did she have a family with her? If she did have a family, what could she do? They could be further into the forest or they could be hurt

“I’m Victoria..my brother….he’s hurt, really bad I don’t know what to do” Victoria was starting to cry

Now that Neomi looked at her more she had been crying a lot, and she did have a family with her or at least a brother “where is he?” She asked “we need to get him to my Tia” 

Victoria nodded “he’s right over here, thank you so much for helping us” 

Neomi followed her as she led the way, after only a few steps she could smell a horrible, sickening smell “Victoria, how long have you guys been out here?” She asked 

“A few days..” She sighed

Neomi walked faster until she found a boy, laying in a small clearing with a deep cut on his leg, it was a horrible color, a mixture between grey and green the smell was horrible, it made her gag, as she neared the boy she could see he wasn’t moving, barely breathing even

Oh my god, he’s going to die! She thought, starting to panic

“He can’t walk” Victoria said and kneeled down next to him “and our parents…aren’t here to help us..” the thought of them only made her cry harder

“Okay..we’ll have to help him then” she grabbed one of his arms and put it over her shoulder, Victoria did the same.

And together they slowly brought him off of the mountain, it took an extra hour with the weight of the boy but just before it was completely dark they made it off the mountain.

“Julieta!” She started to yell when they got closer to Casita “Julieta someone is hurt!” She yelled again

The doors flew open, Julieta rushed over with Agustin and Alonso, her best friend since they were kids, he was only a year older than her and she was relieved to see him

“Oh Dios mío what happened?!” Julieta asked when she saw the boy

Victoria answered “he cut his leg on a rock…I didn’t know what to do..” she sighed when Agustin came and took him from them

“Don’t worry, he’s in good hands, please come in, have some food. Tell me everything” Julieta brought Victoria into Casita but Neomi didn’t follow, she wanted to talk to Alonso, she hadn’t seen him much since her birthday

“Are you okay?” Alonso asked and hugged her, he gave the best hugs, he always knew when she needed one too

“I’m okay, just got a little cut on my chin” she hugged him back and sighed, she felt safe in his arms, like all her other problems would just disappear

“Are you sure? You seem really upset” he stroked her hair, another thing he did when she was upset.

She buried her face in his shoulder as she started crying, there was so much she hadn’t told him about her actual feelings, about how she blamed herself for Bruno leaving, there was so much that almost no one knew

“Hey it’s okay, Neomi it’s okay, I’m here, I’ll always be here for you, even if you don’t want me to be I’ll be here” he hugged her a little tighter but not much

“Can I just stay at your house tonight?” She mumbled, she always felt alone at Casita

Alonso nodded “my mom will be happy to have you over” he took her away from Casita, a usually warm and welcoming place to everyone who needs help, usually, but sometimes it seemed dark and cold, scary even, especially after there was a fight.

Neomi and Alonso walked in silence as he took her to his house, she didn’t know what to talk about, she could tell him about all her feelings about Bruno or about the fact she doesn’t eat as much as she should or maybe stuff about herself, her feelings, her fears, her worries, her guilt, the hate she feels towards herself.

“Neomi are you sure you’re okay?” Alonso asked, he glanced at her as they walked, he looked very concerned “you don’t have to tell me what’s bothering you but just don’t tell me everything is fine”

She couldn’t bring herself speak, so she just looked at the ground

He’s gonna hate me if I don’t tell him isn’t he? 

She glanced at Alonso and finally found the courage to speak “I think my papa left because of me…” her voice was barely more than a whisper but it felt good to say it, she had kept this in for years, her family thought she was done blaming herself.

Alonso didn’t say anything for a few seconds “he didn’t leave because of you, he left because he’s bad dad! You have to stop thinking about him, you have Agustin and Julieta. They’re better parents than Bruno could ever be” it turned it he to had a dislike of Bruno.

“But he was good before he left..” she said, she missed him but maybe Alonso had a point

“Neomi he left you and your brother, if he cared he would’ve stayed, or at least tell you where he went” he opened the door to his house and Neomi walked in with him right behind her, ending the conversation

“Hola mamá” he greeted his mom when he was inside “Neomi is going to stay the night if that’s okay” 

Señora Castro smiled and nodded “of course, she’s always welcome here” she was a kind lady, so welcoming and understanding.

“You know you’re like a daughter to me” she walked over and kissed Neomi’s forehead

Ana Castro had lost her daughter a few years ago, she was Neomi’s age when she died, a tragic accident. The poor girl had been playing with Alonso by the river when she fell in, that part of the river does have some pretty dangerous currents that could wash away anyone who wasn’t careful.

“Thank you señora” she gave Ana a hug, which Ana returned, she gave hugs like Alonso.

Neomi was supposed to be asleep in the guest bedroom that night but her thoughts kept wandering back to Victoria.

Her long brown hair, her blue eyes, her eyes were dark blue, she had never seen eyes like that before, she couldn’t have been much older than Neomi maybe a year or two older judging by her height.

She would have to talk to her in the morning, the odds are that she’ll be at Casita until they found her and her brother a place to stay, which probably wouldn’t take long, there were lots of couples in the Encanto who wanted children but couldn’t have them.

She would definitely find a way to talk to her again, she would leave early in the morning and talk to her, ask her how she got here, if she had any other family outside of the Encanto, or maybe if she might have some in the Encanto, that had only happened once, with someone named Hernando, he had an older brother here when he and his dad arrived, she was told it was a happy reunion…she also heard that he was one of Bruno’s friends so she avoids him whenever she sees him around.

“Hmm Victoria..Victoria…that’s a pretty name” she mumbled to herself as she fell asleep.

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Alonso was standing outside the guest bedroom with two cups of hot chocolate, he was about to come into the room and announce it was time for their usual sleepover but he heard her talking to herself so he decided to listen.

He gripped the mugs tighter, she was talking about that new girl.

Why her?! What’s so special about her?!

He tapped his foot a few times, why does he even care? 

Why should he care?

It’s not like he likes Neomi, he couldn’t.

But still he felt this over whelming jealousy. Could this new girl really take her away from him? She was his friend not hers, he wouldn’t let her take Neomi from, him he cared about her to much to let that happen, so he wouldn’t let it happen, he would ask Alma to keep distance between Neomi and the new girl, easy enough.

He walked away from the door, yeah it’ll be easy enough.

#encanto #encanto oc #madrigal family #encanto2021 #writing

[childofsolace-write-ups]

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#5

Random prompt

When they start travelling again, and Ciri is with Yen (once she's actually, completely, gained their trust again), Jaskier complains once that his legs are starting to cramp from all the walking and ask if they can find a camp quickly.

They can't because they saw some Nilfgaardians and Geralt wants to put as much distance as they can.

He does get off his new "Roach" though and sets Jaskier up before mounting once more as well and continuing on.

Jaskier.exe stopped working.

18 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

Random prompt

When Geralt gifts Jaskier a new lute as further apology for the whole mountain thing, that's when a random patron comes in and drunkenly praises Jaskier for the last song he heard Jaskier sing from another town and asked if Geralt was the witcher from "Burn Butcher, Burn"

Geralt stares at Jaskier.

Jaskier hugs the lute. "No do overs! You can't take this back! It's a gift, you can't take back a gift!"

Geralt hums and goes "I won't." and then adds "It just made me realize I should get it extra strings for when you... Burn off the use from the current ones." And leaves to do just that; finding new strings.

Jaskier doesn't know how to react after that.

22 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

#3

Random prompt

Larry getting his job back eventually just because, and just in time for Jedidiah and Octavius wedding.

As a wedding gift, on the next sunrise after the wedding night, Larry and Nicky worked on making a even tinier figure in the form of a child that the two basically adopt as their kid.

Akh asks him later if he can make a bigger figure for their child.

Larry turns red.

24 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

#2

Random prompt

I have no logic for this prompt but

Larry Daley eventually getting his own statue because the guy he covered for had it done to appreciate him.

When they all come alive at night, the statue doesn't.

Which was odd because supposedly most things in the Museum did because of the tablet.

Larry sees the statue in his visit, it flattered him.

The others are happy when he visits.

They get sad as time go on when they see Larry getting notably older. Especially Akhmenrah.

Eventually, Larry dies as humans do.

And the night after his burial,

Well

The statue of him finally comes to life too.

When Akh finds out, he runs over and kisses him silly.

36 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Draft reveal

HiJack - Brave AU

"C'mon Hic, it's not too late yet." Jack said, flinching a bit as Hiccup snatched the bucket of fishes he was carrying to dump it into Toothless's stall. "you just... Have to really talk to him; how you don't want your marriage partner chosen this way."

"Talk to him? Have you met the guy?"

"Yup," Jack nodded, popping the 'p.' "Gotta say, still the most terrifying moment of my life. Even compared to the first time you convinced me to ride Toothless with you."

Hiccup snorted, returning to stand directly in front of his best friend. Well, best human friend. "Then you understand that listening isn't his strong suit."

"Well, runs in the family." Jack quipped, earning a glare from the brunette. The servant boy cleared his throat, "But I've also seen him with you and your mother; if he realizes how upset this would really make you he would have second thoughts in forcing you into this. Just... Do something to make him really listen. Make a stand, or something."

Hiccup looked thoughtful. 

"My name is Hiccup Horrendous Haddock, the Third!" The brunette intoned, looking over at everyone present at the field. Jack's mouth popped open, pretty certain he didn't have this in mind when advising him the other day. Green eyes stayed a moment longer at his father's, but when it reaches Jack, it was maintained. Even he looked as shell-shocked as everyone else did, "And since Jack can't participate since he's 'not a chief's son' I'm his stand in proxy. If I win, I'm marrying him because I love him!"

Jack turned bright red. In any other situation, he would be elated that Hiccup's liked him all this time. But the utter shock and bubbling up rage Stoick was sporting put a damper to the moment. "Oh Hic... We gotta talk about timing..." Those around him looked towards him. he shrunk back sheepishly. "Yeah, okay... I mean, I consent and reciprocate but for the record, let it be known, I did not tell him to do that."

"HICCUP!" Stoick bellowed with Valka sighing and trying to calm him down. "Get off that dragon and out of that race!" A horn flared as response, and the racers flew off...  including his son. He glared at the man who flared the horn, "GOBBER!"

"... Sorry." The blond responded, looking chagrined. "It was very moving."

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#5

Two more lonely people Part 6

NSFW 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) swearing, any others let me know please.

Word count: 3598

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The chirp of crickets and your mother’s snoring echoes in your ears as you lie in your plush bed, staring at the ceiling since sleep refuses to take you. The curtains wave slowly like an oceans tide as the wind flows into your room, cooling your skin and the soft blankets around you.

Your mind keeps replaying it over and over, stirring the feeling in your gut without remorse, making you wet for a man not even here. He wants you too. He was in you, holding you up as you rode him in the clear flowing water, his eyes hazy with lust and moans filling the air. You doubt it’s love but you’re fine with that. You resigned yourself to never having that a long time ago. As long as you can have his body, you don’t need his heart.

You were worried about him as you walked with him back to casita. His mind was a mess the whole walk and once you were close enough the construction area he ran off, saying he needed some time. A couple of your neighbours that were working on casita nearby had watched him race off into his tent and looked at you quizzically. You just shrugged at them and walked away, it’s none of their business.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day, even though you sought him out with your eyes among the others working on the build. He clearly found a spot nowhere near you. You understand why. He was freaking out, doing every little superstition he could to try ward away misfortune. You had to watch as he freaked out about every little bad thing that could happen as a result of what happened.

You just couldn’t bring yourself to worry. You love that family like they’re your own, each one a member of your pack that you would die for, even Alma. You especially care about Dolores and Isabela, and you care what they’d think about it. But don’t you have the right to have what you want if it’s in your reach? Is it really so wrong?

Leaves rustle outside your window as the curtains billow into the room again, revealing the waning moon hiding in the clouds to your wide eyes. You thought the sound outside to be just the wind, until the movement of the curtain stops and the noise of the bushes below your window continues.

You hop out of your bed and pad silently to the window, your head tilted at the sound as you pull on a thin robe. Nobody commits crime in Encanto, they know better, especially after the fucker who killed his wife a few years ago. You were told to escort him to the mountains and make sure he climbed and left Encanto forever. Well… for a brick he flew pretty good.

You doubt it’s a criminal outside your window, probably just a curious kinkajou or… Bruno falling on his ass… you huff out a laugh at the sight of him, staring up at you with wide eyes cause you scared him as you pulled open the light fabric curtain.

“For someone who spent ten years in living in walls you’re not very stealthy.” You whisper, hiding your smirk with one hand as you offer the other out the window, helping him up and in.

“Well, uh heh there’s no bushes inside walls.” He says quietly as he stumbles through the window into your room, nearly falling onto his face.

“mmmm well you’re not wrong” you plant your hand on your hip, watching him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, though you’re sure he can’t see much in the dark. You can see him clearly though. The warmth on his cheeks, his flustered fidgeting, the silver strands in his hair catching the moon light, you can see it all. “To what do I owe this midnight visit?”

“Well, heh funny thing… I was in my cot trying to sleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about um earlier, at the river, with you. I keep going back and forth about all the reasons I know this is wrong and all the things you said, telling me that it shouldn’t matter…” as Bruno rambles you smile at him, taking his hand to guide him to your bed so he can sit. You listen to every word as you play with his curly locks of hair, watching as he finds far too many words for his thoughts. “I really don’t know what side is winning but I can’t stop thinking about it and then I think about what it actually is. Is it lust, my loneliness from being in the walls for so long or is it something more? Then it just repeats, and I don’t know what to do. So, I thought a walk might help clear my mind, but then I just ended up here…”

“Trying to put a label on it this soon huh?” you joke, regretting it immediately as you watch new insecurities flow in behind his eyes. Shit “look, Bruno.” You start. “What do you want this to be?”

“I don’t know” he mumbles. He looks so lost as he stares into your eyes through the darkness of the room.

“Then don’t try to name it yet.” You tell him, tucking a lock of his hair away from his face. You aren’t sure if you want to tell him that it can’t be more. You’re a monster, it can’t be more. This could never lead to marriage or children. No one would approve because of the ages difference, let alone no one would ever want what you have in their blood line anyway. It’s like a disease and one wrong move could spread it. like a teething child biting someone at the wrong time. Probably should have thought of that before letting him paint your insides with his seed.

“Okay” he breathes. You listen to his heart race, echoing into your ears, and watch as his hands fidget together. You can sense every little change in his body as he gets excited by your proximity. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and the tiny shifts he makes to ease the sensation in his pants. Fuck you want him so badly.

“Can I kiss you again?” you ask as his warmth beside you stirs your body to life.

“Yes! I mean yes” he says a bit too loud, toning his voice down to mask his excitement.

“you’re adorable” you huff with a massive smile, leaning into him, and pressing your lips to his. Your right hand sits high up his thigh, your thumb rubbing small circles at the inseam of his pants. He moans delightfully into your mouth as you deepen the kiss, but you pull back, shushing him by pressing your finger to his chapped lips. You’re sure your smile is practically predatory as you push him back onto the bed, swinging your leg over his to straddle him, pinning him to the plush surface with his hands above his head. “Are you able to be quiet for me?” you hum in his ear as you grind your heat against his hardening length, teasing him with the tiniest bit of friction.

He nods fervently, his mouth falling open with a silent moan as he moves his hips up to meet yours.

“good” you kiss him roughly, the hairs on his chin scratching yours, leaving little red marks in their wake. You release your grip on his hands and trail the soft pads of your fingers down his sleeve covered arms. You can tell he’s trying hard to not make a sound as he watches you slide down his body in the darkness, the moon light barely illuminating the room.

You lift his ruana and shirt away, exposing his tummy and the waist band of his pants. A thin layer of soft dark hairs trails down from his chest and disappears into his pants, tiny silver hairs present even there. Pressing your lips to his hip bones, you work on removing his pants, tugging at his belt.

Once you got him free you dive in, teasing and licking and sucking, leaving him a desperate mess for half an hour. Taking him to the brink then pulling back just a little, testing the waters. His hard cock delicious in your mouth as you lave your tongue along the length. He fucking loved every second of it, silently begging for more when you pinned his hips to the bed.

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#4

Two more lonely people Part 5

NSFW 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) Hope yall are ready for those lemons. PinV. Wrap it up! Some self-hate. Any others let me know please.

Word count: 5030

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You feel refreshed and lively as you wake in the grass near casa Madrigal, not far from Bruno’s tent. You couldn’t exactly have exactly gone home still in wolf form. You couldn’t risk being spotted, not when the gift from casita excuse won’t hold while the others don’t have theirs.

You stretch your arms above your head, arching your back so only your head and butt are touching the ground, moaning in pleasure at the stretch. The early morning birds fly above as you stare at the blue sky as the sun starts to rise. Good thing no one from town has come up to casita for another day of building yet. God knows what they would have said if they caught you napping in the grass, especially if you were still in wolf form.

It felt amazing to run again after two weeks of barely leaving your bed. The feeling of wind in your fur and dirt under your paws again was amazing. And the fact that shifting seemed to fix what was broken is a bonus, you can actually help rebuild now. You had to fight yourself though, when the urge came to just howl into the jungle.

“Not sure lying in the grass is the best idea.” Bruno’s voice rings out, drawing your attention back to the ground, making you sit up to look at him, a big smile on your lips. “Fire ants aren’t pleasant.”

“I got a face full of them a couple years ago, so I’ll have to agree with you.” You laugh, taking his offered hand to stand.

“Oh heh… how’d you manage that?”

“let’s just say running recklessly through a jungle isn’t the smartest thing.” You tell him brushing a few leaves from your hair and skirts.

“are you… feeling better?” he asks, his little chuckle at your words making you smile.

“yeah. It almost feels like nothing was broken in the first place.” You explain. “should have shifted two weeks ago.” You yawn as you rub the sleep from your eyes.

“W-why are you here so early?” he asks, squinting as he realises no one else working yet. To be honest, you’re surprised he’s even awake, most won’t wake for another hour. The only reason you are is because your body had shifted back into human form. Dios you’re glad you keep your clothes unlike in some werewolf stories, otherwise this encounter would have been awkward.

“didn’t leave.” You shrug, wandering off toward the construction, spotting the rat that seems obsessed with you, cleaning itself on some rubble. It’s not the first time you’ve slept under the stars.

“Wait you slept here?”

“couldn’t risk being spotted by anyone in town. They think it’s a part of the gift after all.” You roll your eyes, lifting the rat to put on your shoulder and turning to the man. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fond of the rat that keeps climbing onto your head. “It was either here, or somewhere among the trees.”

“oh” he replies as he fiddles with his fingers.

You stand together in silence for a moment. Would it be weird if you asked him if wants to get breakfast together? What way would he take it? what way would you mean it?

“I was gonna go and get something for breakfast…” you start “would you… maybe like to join me?”

“Uh mmm. I think it’d be better if I just get started for the day.” He tells you, pointing to the structure with his thumbs as he starts to back away. “Y-you know, there’s still a lot of work to be done and it isn’t going to do itself.” He laughs nervously.

“ok” you try to ignore the disappointment as he rambles on about why he can’t. “Maybe I’ll bring something back.” You nod, your smile disappearing once he turns the corner.

You’re really starting to hate this pull you have toward him, especially when you think he might feel it too just to literally run away.

You breathe out a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as you try to push away the feeling welling inside. Your mind keeps telling you that you’re being too much. That he doesn’t actually want the attention you’ve been giving. You get it though, you’ve been told many times that you show affection like a dog, jumping on and cuddling your friends like you hadn’t seen them in years. Doll and Isa have been perfectly happy with adopting it, but others have simply told you to calm down.

The rat on your squeaks in your ear, watching you curiously as it sniffs at the air. “Looks like it’s just you and me huh?” you say to the rat as you start your trek home.

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Bruno POV

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#3

I’d rather be yours

18+

Summary: captured and kept as an elite’s plaything for months after the fall of Master chief and the UNSC Infinity, you’re finally saved.

Pairing: Master chief x fem reader

Warnings: swears, implications of imprisonment, implications of perverted alien. Please say if there’s others!!!

Word count: 1751

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You’re trying so hard not to look miserable, you refuse to give these fuckers the pleasure.

You watched as Master chief was thrown into the icy depths of space and declared dead to all. An elite had grabbed you from your lab aboard the Infinity and taken you away on his ship, declaring you, his pet. You wonder if Chief would have saved you if he was still alive. You definitely wouldn’t have been a pet for six months if he was, you are sure of that.

You wish he was still alive. He was powerful, a hero to humanity and you’d developed a massive crush on him over time and fuck, watching him die hurt.

The elite as he goes about his business, ensuring everything in his hidden stronghold is up to par as you sit on the plush surface he’d placed for you, watching his move closely. You don’t remember his name, though you don’t really care to. you’re pretty sure it’s written on the damn collar around your neck so he can settle with that. He’s never gonna hear you say it.

The bastard is definitely a pervert though, going by the barely there outfit he decided to keep you in, reminiscent of an outfit from an old earth movie. You hate being what’s basically a whore for his eyes only, but what else could you do?

He rarely leaves you alone, too concerned that you’ll try something to escape. At least you think that’s why. He refuses to speak any English even though you know he knows it. You’ve told him many times that you are a scientist and not a soldier, but he doesn’t care, instead treating you like a big cat in captivity, nice to look at but best not to let it out of your sight or it’ll tear you apart.

After the first two months of being stuck in the stronghold, kept on a tight lease, you stopped fighting. You’d fought every day and fuck you were tired by that point. You’d bitten him, shouted at him until your throat was sore and all you gained from it was an electric shock. You had to try something else. Gain his trust until you could free yourself. No one else was gonna save you.

Alarms start blaring through the speakers and the alien looks up, glaring at the screens to spot the cause. Last time you’d heard the alarms, some soldiers were trying to take the outpost and were brutally slain.

“Lock down the strong hold! We cannot let them gain this location!” he shouts over the comms before rising to his feet, grabbing your arm and dragging you to your cage. Shouting things in his own language you could only dream of understanding. “stay” he growls at you.

“Like I have a choice.” You say as the lock clicks shut.

You try desperately to get a glimpse of what he’d spotted on the screen. Hoping someone has finally come to save you. You’d honestly started thinking there were no more humans left on the ring. Too many reports of captured troops and bases making your heart sink. You really thought that everyone was dead and that you were the last.

You huff and sit down on your cot, unable to see anything on the screens from your cage, resigning yourself to waiting. You’d try asking who has come to kick their asses, but you know your ‘owner’ would never answer. No one has full conversations with their pet after all.

You lie down on the uncomfortable surface, staring at the ceiling as you listen to the explosions outside the facility and the screams of distress from grunts over the radio. They’re getting what they deserve, each one of those bastard aliens out there. You just hope whoever it is will find their way in here and give that bastard elite what’s coming to him.

Each minute of gunfire drones on painfully slow but eventually it all goes silent. The screams, the explosions, the gunfire, even the sound of machinery seems to die out. The silence is almost painful, making your ears ring as you wait in hope.

Please save me. Please save me. Please save me!

A massive explosion rocks the building and the door to the room flies through the air past you with a grinding screech, as sparks shoot out from the force. The elite jumps from his chair, shouting what you’re sure is foul language as he raises his gun toward the smoke.

“Show yourself demon” he demands, stepping toward the smoke, ready to fire. You glance between the smoke and the alien with a furrowed brow, your hands now gripping the bars of your cage as you watch with bated breath.

You’ve only ever heard Chief referred to as demon. As far as you’ve heard he’s the only one they did. Is it too much to hope he survived the destruction of the infinity?

A noise echoes through the hallway as a sliver cord zips through the air, latching onto the alien’s chest. Before your eyes the armor you were so hoping to see appears from the smoke, his fist smashing into the elite’s jaws. They stagger together and the sound of plasma rounds fills the air, leaving burn marks upon the walls and narrowly missing your cage. the last six months will be for nothing if this encounter kills you first!

You don’t say a word as they fight, not wanting to distract your savior and be the cause of his death. The elite gets the upper hand though, as his four fingered fist collides with Chief’s green helmet, knocking him to the ground. Instead of taking advantage of his downed state, the alien races to your cage, ripping open the door and pulling you into his arms. Bastard must have realized there’s no way to kill the Master Chief. After all you just realized that too.

He holds you to his chest with one arm as he aims a plasma pistol to your head with the other. He drags you toward the exit, keeping you between him and the spartan as the man pulls himself to his feet.

You see the moment Chief finally realizes you’re there, his whole body freezing as his eyes lock on you, held tight in the grasp of your ‘owner’.

“you’re going to let us go demon.” The alien holding you demands, pressing the pistol to your head hard, making you hiss. “don’t move, or she’s dead.” He growls. You ribs hurt at the force the alien holds you and you try desperately to find a way to get free, clear the path for Chief to annihilate the fucker.

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#2

Two more lonely people Part 4

NSFW 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) tiny bit of smut but nothing graphic. Any others let me know please.

Word count: 3252

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Breathy moans and whispered praise, the way he begs shooting butterflies throughout your stomach. His curly salt and pepper hair spread out through the grass like a halo. The feeling of his hands gripping your hips tight as you slowly ride him, the feeling of him filling you, driving you wild. Ecstasy at its finest.

Evening air cools your skin and the tall waving grass tickles your legs, sending shivers up your spine and covering your skin in goose bumps. The feeling of him beneath you, moving inside you, keeps you warm to the core. You whisper dirty words in his ear and he moans your name in return, desperate to touch every part of you. So close. So very close.

A knocking startles you awake making you hiss in pain at the jolting movement. The sun shines bright through the blinds, a lot higher than when you usually wake up. It’s been a week since everything happened and most of the town is at the Madrigal’s casita, rebuilding what was destroyed, making the markets a lot quieter than usual, just light murmurs when normally there’s shouting and bartering all around.

“You better not be moving! I’ll get it!” your mother calls out to you, making you pause in your movements with a huff. The first few times that someone knocked on the door you had tried to get up and answer it, much to the annoyance of your mother. You’re not used to sitting for so long, usually helping in one way or another. And most of the visitors were for you anyway so you don’t see why you couldn’t just answer the door. Dolores, Isabela, Mirabel and Camilo, all visiting you multiple times with flowers or treats, anything they felt might help you heal and be back by their sides. Dolores even had your favourites made and Camilo tagged along to pretend he had helped. “Bruno! I heard you’d returned… what are you doing here?” you hear your mother say in a curious tone, your face flushing red at the mention of his name.

“I umm… I hadn’t had a chance to visit…” he says. “She uh saved my life and I w-wanted to thank her. Oh! I brought flowers!” you smile as you picture his face, holding the flowers out like they’re the most amazing things and that’s the reason your mother should let him in.

That man has been plaguing your dreams for the past week, a mixture of the moment you’d saved him and your minds own fantasies. Making you weak and desperate only to wake with moisture between your legs, unsatisfied. You’ve been wishing he would visit, secretly wanting to know he’s ok, though you’re not sure what to do now that he has. Especially since you just woke up from one of those dreams.

“[Y/N], sweetie, are you awake?” your mother asks knocking on your door.

“Yeah mama” you call out, coughing and swearing from the strain, wrapping your arm around your torso. You look up as your door creaks open, revealing your mother and Bruno with a bouquet in his hands, his eyes wide and shy. “Hey!” you smile wide at the sight of him and try to sit up, growling when they both race to stop you, concern plastered on their faces as you wince in pain.

“You don’t need to sit up on my account” Bruno tells you with a shy smile, staring down at the flowers he brought as he takes a step back.

“I’ll be out here” your mother announces, leaving you and Bruno alone in your room.

“Are those for me?” you tilt your head, looking at the bouquet in his hands.

“Oh! Ye-yes! I didn’t know what type you liked so I asked Isabela and she said that you prefer ones with not much pollen and that she’d have made some up if she had her gift, but she doesn’t so she couldn’t. so, I went to one of the artists in town and they made these ones out of silk and scented them with an oil, and I hope you like them!” he rambles, gesturing wildly as his thoughts run wild. You try not to smile to widely at the flustered man, but as he continues to hold the flowers instead of giving them to you, you can’t help the curve of your lips. He’s adorable.

“Can I have them?” you huff with a smirk.

“Oh yes! sorry” he flushes, handing them to you and backing up to a respectable distance again.

“they’re beautiful. Thank you.” You tell him, sniffing the oils upon the cloth petals, all your favourite scents soaked into the stunning arrangement. “You can sit if you’d like.” You offer, tapping the space beside you on the bed. He fiddles with ruana as he glances between the space you offered and the direction your mother had gone. “Come on” you tap again, watching as his resolve to keep the distance crumbles.

Trying not to jostle you, he sits gently beside you, knocking on the wood of your bed frame beside his leg and holding his breath for a moment. he’s trying to be such a gentle man, keeping a respectable distance from you, sitting by your knee instead of by your hip where you wanted him to.

“I’m happy to see you didn’t go back into hiding.” You tell him, nudging him with your knee and immediately regretting it as your ribs shift. Fuck it sucks that they all lost their gifts, just when you could use Julieta’s.

“Can’t hide in the walls when there’s no walls.” He shrugs, watching your face with concern as you breathe away the pain. “I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t of landed on you, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” he sighs, planting his face shamefully in his hands, pulling on his own hair in stress.

“Hey!” you sit up, ignoring his panicked look as you take his hands in your own. “Those chunks of building would have fallen that way no matter what. If I wasn’t there, then a lot worse could have happened to you, ok? I’m a lot more ok with being injured over you being dead.” You admit. You’d be devastated if any of them had been lost in the ruins of their home. “Besides, I quite like all the attention I’ve been getting.” Your smirk switching to a grimace as you scoot back to lean against the headboard. Breathe in and out, the pain will fade, just have to breathe. “All my favourite food and a tonne of gifts brought straight to my door; I’m living the life right now.” You joke as you rub your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to lighten his mood, though the guilt doesn’t leave his face.

“Still… I cannot help but feel it is my fault. I am bad luck after all.” He admits, looking down at his hands in yours.

“Come here I want to tell you something.” You say, curling your finger to make him come closer. “Little more.” He moves even closer, his green eyes wide and unsure but also curious. Gently you place your finger under his chin like you had in his hidden room, pressing a little with your thumb holding him in place. “don’t you ever think that. You are not bad luck no matter how much you’ve been told so.” You demand, firm on your views, smiling at the blush that spread across his cheeks. Making a decision that you hope you won’t regret, you lean in, pressing your lips to his cheek, far closer to his lips that you probably should have.

His face flushes red as you release him and he backs up, stuttering gibberish and knocking on the wood of the bed once more. You can’t help but feel dejected as he unceremoniously says bye before practically running out of the house.

Is what you’ve been feeling really wrong? Are you just really that far off of your understanding? You’re not exactly inexperienced when it comes to men. A few one-night stands that you didn’t let get any further than that. But perhaps you were right… his reaction was just from being alone for so long. He doesn’t want you too, it was just in your dreams.

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My #1 post of 2022

Two more lonely people Part 3

Lemon 18+

Summary: “should we fight this?” “Si.” “I don’t know if I can” “neither do I”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 24 and Bruno is 50) thinking nsfw later on, idk yet but imma tag it as such. Any others let me know please. Because of the recent ios bs I will be using the old citrus system.

Word count: 4219

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Herbs and spices waft through the air around the casita as you approach, the strong scents making you sneeze a few times as you adjust. Every damn time! Dolores tries to hide her amusement at your predicament, covering her mouth as she stifles a laugh.

“Laugh it up Doll.” You say as you rub at your nose furiously. “You’ve had to hear half the babies being made in this town. We both have downsides to our ‘abilities’”

“Yeah, yeah.” she rolls her eyes. “Try not to get caught. I’ll see if anyone needs help.” Your friend tells you as she wanders off toward the kitchen.

Breathing deeply, you make your way up to the painting that you’re sure hides the way to Bruno. You make sure no one will see you as you enter the wall, listening and looking out for any sign of movement in your direction. You’re not willing to be the reason he’s revealed to his family before he’s ready.

Gently you pull at the side of the painting, surprised at how it swings open so easily. The hole behind it is dark and barely looks big enough to even allow a person in but you can see a floor in the narrow space so you squeeze in. Dust floats through the air and spider webs hang above you as your eyes adjust to the dim light of the narrow corridor inside the wall.

You take your first steps hesitantly, noticing the bare boards and cracks in the walls and floor, threatening to break at any time. A musky smell floats through the air as you make your way through the path in the wall, the scent overpowering the smell of food that floats through the cracks from just the other side of the boards. Pipes and wires run through the space and loose nails stick out at precarious angles, more than one trying to tear at your skirt or impale your hand. It almost seems like a maze as you make your way through, curving in different directions.

The house looks normal and stable in any one of the rooms, so why does this space look so damaged? Doesn’t the magic maintain it? Shouldn’t it be perfect inside and out? Does this have something to do with the cracks that Mirabel said nearly tore the house down after Antonio’s gift ceremony? You feel uneasy as you run your fingers along a crack, your brow furrowed at the attempts to fix it, each part filled with spackle. Should you tell someone?

You stagger to a halt at the edge of a massive pit, so dark it seems almost bottomless and filled with an eery mist. God knows what would have happened if you hadn’t been paying attention to each and every step you took. You sniff at the air, checking if you should go down or try to make your way across the pit, the scent of the man you’re seeking floating across the gap, locked into the wooden beams from years of him passing through, telling you exactly how he crosses each time.

You breathe deep as you back up, hoping that you don’t lose anything in the basket when you make the jump across the gap. With three big leaps you cross the pit, stumbling as you land but steadying yourself, so you don’t fall and lose everything.

Eventually you come across a makeshift door, ropes holding the board in place so it can swing open and shut. Tiny squeaks sound out on the other side of the board, silencing when you knock upon the old wood. You can hear shuffling in the room, but you can tell he’s not approaching the door. Probably hiding instead or thinking that if he’s quiet whoever has found the door will think the room empty.

“Bruno” you call out as you push the door open a little. “it’s me.”

You cast your eyes across the room as the door swings open. Many eyes are locked on you, including a pair of green ones, their owner holding onto the armchair as he hides behind it.

“hi” you smile as you slowly step fully into the room, holding the basket in front of your legs. “Quite the place you’ve made for yourself here”

“Hmm yeah, it’s uh a fixer upper” Bruno says, pretending that he wasn’t hiding by leaning nonchalantly over the back of the chair. “Which you should probably…” he gestures to the door, his hand falling as one of the rats climbs onto your head again. Probably realised it’s not gonna be that easy. You smile.

“I brought you something” you tell him before he tries to kick you out, holding the basket up for him. “it’s not much, some food, a few shirts, a nice blanket I saw in the markets, and a glass bottle of water.”

“Why?” he asks with furrowed brows as he slowly approaches, glancing at the weaved basket in your hands. He flinches as he takes the basket from you, his fingers brushing against yours.

“Why not?” you counter.

You watch him as he hesitantly carries the basket to his chair, placing it down and glancing back at you as he looks through it. You’re surprised that he didn’t try to reject your gifts, telling you it isn’t necessary and that you should just leave. Going by how people have spoken about him over the years he probably doesn’t want to add rude to the list.

As you look around Bruno’s space you notice something on the table by the wall. Just a little spot of colour on the plain wooden surface and as you approach it to get a better look your heart breaks. A little design like the plates the Madrigals use, with his name on is drawn crudely onto the table in chalk. Your fingers hover over it, not touching as you admire it. Your heart hurts at the sight of it and shatters when you notice the crack in the wall looking over the dining table of casita. He just wants to be with his family. He must feel so incredibly alone.

You hear his heart race a little and you turn to see him staring at you, one of the shirts you got him clasped in his hands. His eyes look so tired and sad, large dark circles making them look sunken. He probably hasn’t seen the sun in ages and god knows if he’s getting enough food. Is it wrong to want to just hug him right now?

“I uh hope you like the stuff… I brought some food, and that bag of oats and dried berries is for your rats, though I notice you have a lot more than the four from last night.” You ramble, lifting the rat from your head, sighing as it holds onto your hair, pulling as you remove it. “I should probably get going… someone probably noticed me arrive and they might start questioning where I’ve gone.” You smile, handing him the rat and moving toward the door.

As you open the door to leave, he takes your hand in his, a small smile on his lips. “Umm thanks… for… thanks” he says shyly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand without thinking. You glance down at his hand holding yours with a tilt of your head and parted lips. Your heart races at the feeling and you don’t want to pull away from him. “Oh! S-so-sorry!” he gasps, pulling his hand from yours when he realises that he was holding onto you too long. Rubbing his hand on the back of his head as he looks away from you, casting his eyes to the ground.

Gently though, you place your finger under his chin, making him look up at you as you smile at him. “It’s ok. I’ll see about coming back in a couple days with some more hmmm? If you don’t mind the company?” you see his eyes darken and notice as his whole body seems to react to the touch, is lips parting as his heart race. You hadn’t thought that he would react like that, and the realisation goes straight to the space between your legs, though you’re not sure why. “I should get going” you tell him, dropping your hand from his chin. Part of you wants to keep it there, to feel the scratch of the stubble on his chin.

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Reyes Introduction Drabble

by @xclearskiesx

Bruno Madrigal was heading toward the library. It was his favorite place to go when he wanted to escape the hecticness of life. Before he had completely escaped into the walls for ten years, that is. As he became more distant from his family, he would always come to the library for a breather. His good friend Reyes, who managed the library desk, would always be kind enough to let him go into the back room where only employees were allowed. There he would either chat with his friend, write or draw in his notebook, or if he was especially overwhelmed, he might take a nap there.

Of course, it had been ten years, but Reyes had welcomed back his friend with open arms. While the main reason he was going to the library now was to escape the overbearingness of his family as they fussed over him, Bruno also was excited to see his dear friend. As he headed to town, he had a little spring in his step.

Reyes Correa sighed a little as he shelved books. He normally enjoyed his job, but ever since Casita had fallen and been rebuilt - and most importantly, since Bruno had returned, he had been a little antsy at work. He found himself hoping his dear friend would walk in, though he knew he must be very busy with his family. He knew he couldn’t be selfish. He had a lot of people who loved him and had been missing him for years, but Reyes sure wanted his share of Bruno, too.

Ever since the mountains opened up, new people started coming to the Encanto. Reyes scanned the room, noticing a couple of new faces in the library. One in particular headed toward him. “You work here?”

“Sí. Can I help you?”

“Your book selection sucks.” The man was a bit gruff and blunt, but he didn’t scare Reyes.

“I’m sorry. We have been a small community for years so we only have the books donated by the people who live here. If you know anyone who has books they’d like to donate, feel free to send them my way.” Reyes kept a cheery disposition as the man rolled his eyes in a huff, walking away. Out of the corner of his eye, Reyes saw a glimpse of that green ruana that was unmistakably Bruno. A grin spread across his face, and he hurried to greet the man. “Bruno, hi!”

The man was looking a little healthier than he did since the last time he saw him. Not by much, but Reyes could tell Bruno’s family - probably most likely one sister in particular - was keeping him well fed. He looked happier, too. Reyes noticed he didn’t have the hood of his ruana on as was usual for him once. No, Bruno was not hiding under his hood; in fact, he was smiling, seemingly just as happy to see Reyes as he was to see him. “H-hey,” he flashed a sort of crooked grin.

“I was hoping you’d come by,” Reyes smiled, tucking a bit of hair behind his ear, suddenly a bit shy.

“I would’ve come by sooner, but my family is… I love my family, but truth be told, I’m a bit overwhelmed by all their love right now. There’s ten years to catch up on, and so many family members to spend time with. It’s a lot, especially for someone who hasn’t seen the sun in years…Heh.” He rubbed his arm, a bit nervous suddenly.

There was the Bruno Reyes remembered. Sweet, shy, a little nervous. It made him want to kiss him right on the mouth - to kiss those nerves away, but that would be too bold. He had no idea how Bruno felt, and he didn’t want to ruin anything, but Reyes would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little in love with the man.

They chatted for a while, enjoying each other’s company. Reyes had plenty to talk about - books he’d read, things he’d been writing. Bruno was also a writer; they could compare notes. And, of course, Bruno had plenty of stories to tell about his family. The man truly loved his family. When Bruno was getting ready to go, Reyes said, “Hey, weren’t you here to get a book?” He realized they had been talking for quite a while, and Bruno never looked for a book.

“Oh,” Bruno blushed lightly. “I uh…” he cleared his throat a little, hoping the fire to his cheeks weren’t noticeable. “I came to see you.”

That made Reyes smile.

They were then interrupted by that same gruff man from before. “Hey, you’re Bruno Madrigal, aren’t you? Why don’t you give me a vision?”

It wasn’t a suggestion. The man’s tone was commanding.

Bruno looked to the large man apologetically. “I’m sorry; I’m not quite up to giving visions yet. I’ve got to build my strength back up.”

“Let me rephrase myself. Give. Me. A. Vision.” The big man loomed over the smaller man threateningly.

Bruno slipped the hood of his ruana over his head, getting nervous.

“The man said no!” Reyes glared at the rude man.

“Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Reyes thought fast, quickly grabbing the largest book within his eyesight, holding it high above him and whacking the man on the back of the head. The book must’ve been as heavy as Reyes had hoped, for the large man fell unconscious.

“Damn,” Bruno said softly, amazed at what had just happened.

The adrenaline that had driven Reyes was wearing off, and he could feel the quick beat of his heart against his chest. “You better go. I doubt he’ll be out long.”

“T-thank you, Reyes.”

Reyes leaned forward and kissed the man on the cheek with a shy smile. “It was nothing. I couldn’t stand by while that douche spoke to you that way.”

Bruno held a hand to the cheek that had been kissed, blushing a little with a little smile. He glanced down, noticing the man start to stir and knew he had to hurry off. He wanted to return the kiss gesture, but there was no time right now. He’d just have to repay Reyes for that kiss later.

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Chapter 22: A Gift of Healing

Summary:

So, this is my little HC of how Julieta's Gift is improvable...Meaning the more she learns the more her Gift can heal. Takes place roughly a year ish after the magic comes back. She be fancy.

A Gift of Healing

Agustín finished preparing the araçá juice under the mostly watchful eye of his wife who was fishing the last of the chicken bones from the pot of broth she made. While he was accident prone, he was less so when in the presence of his wife. He knew what the price of fixing his damaged self cost her and did not want to add to an already stressful day. She, of course, had been up too long and it showed as she moved slowly around the worktable after she put the lid on the pot.

“Mi amor, time for a break,” he said and offered her a cup of the fresh juice. She looked about to protest, but he gently took her hand and placed the cup in it. She smiled that beautiful smile that he could never tire of seeing and nodding she went to the table, sat down and took a long sip.

“Thank you,” she said, fingertips tapping on the wooden surface. “I hope this is isolated, I don’t think I’m ready for a full-blown outbreak of anything. Thank goodness there’s another doctor in the Encanto. Mamá is a little better, but I’m worried this will take too much of her strength to fight off. I'm going to call on Dr. Gonzalez in the morning and have him come check on her.”

Julieta clearly had a better idea of what was happening with her mother and had always wanted to study these types of things. It was an unexpected blessing when that opportunity came. She was learning much from the new doctor that had arrived within months of the mountain splitting open. He, like the people he came with were refugees from Colombia's latest troubles. 

Agustín listened as she recounted some of what she’d learned recently, one of which was a thing called antibiotics. Specifically, penicillin. The Doctor told her how it had saved many lives of those wounded during the war in Europe. A wonder drug, made from, of all things, fungus. But it was soon discovered that multiple doses were required to prevent relapse.

The man had come to Colombia from Spain, hoping to escape the civil war there only to have misfortune follow him here. Having already lost his wife and child in Spain, there was an air of loss that followed Dr. González and though Julieta was glad to have another to help care for the townsfolk, she did not push. Agustín thought it odd that Dr. González, who had some knowledge of traditional healing, did not put much stock in it. Though he was oddly open minded enough to teach his wife when she asked. But then, Julieta Madrigal was very good at getting what she wanted. She would politely ask and you would totally think it was your idea to do as she asked. Her mother’s daughter for sure. Having already read all the books Dr. González had brought with him it was clear Julieta was not satisfied. She wanted to learn more.

“You’re doing your-” Agustín stopped when he heard a low growl. He looked past his wife and spied Antonio in the doorway of the kitchen atop Parce. He put a hand on his wife’s arm to forestall her getting up and said as he approached him, “Ay, Antonio, why you out of bed little one.”

“Don’t feel good,” Antonio replied looking miserable, “and Parce said you weren’t in your room and he could find you.”

Agustín picked him up and felt his head, he had a fever but did not look dehydrated, “Thank you for bringing him, Parce.” The jaguar chuffed and laid down in the doorway. Julieta waived Agustín over and he came and sat next to her cradling the half-awake boy. She felt his head and her brow crinkled; eyebrow raised. She was calculating what it would take of her strength to help her sobrino. She reached over and picked up the cup of juice that casita had poured.

“Take a sip, Antonio,” Julieta said, Agustín knew she was letting her Gift flow into the juice. Antonio perked up a little and after a few more sips, he was much more alert, this surprised Julieta. Agustín was watching, eyebrows raised as her surprise turned to some sort of realization. She’d never been able to ‘cure’ fevers in the past only ease the symptoms. Julieta felt Antonio's head again and looked astonished.

“Thanks, Tía. I’m gonna go back to bed now,” Antonio said and drank the rest of the cup. He set it down and gave her a hug then turned and gave Agustín a hug as well. He climbed atop Parce and even as the jaguar left the kitchen, Julieta was up pouring another cup. Agustín was right behind her as they hurried up to her mother’s room.

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