#lo siento tio bruno

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Saw @sketchnwhatevr newest Bruno and Dolores art, fell into a trance, and woke up to this:

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"Again! Again!" 

Bruno sighs but the smile belies any grievances he might have had with his overactive little niece. 

"Dolores, honey. I promised your Tia to help with dinner." 

Julieta chooses that moment to walk by the door. "No, it's okay, Brunito. I'll manage." 

He turns just in time to see her disappear around the corner, shooting him a wink and a wide smirk. Oh, she is so gonna get that back one day!

"Yay!" Dolores shouts, turns the old radio back on and grabs his hands. "Again!" 

Bruno looks down at his poor abused toes and flexes them a little. Can he really go again? They are starting to tingle a tiny bit. 

But then he looks into Dolores expectant, big eyes and sees her little pout and… well, who is he kidding? Resistance had been a fruitless endeavor from the start. 

"Okay!" he concedes and lifts her a tiny bit by her hands so he can place her feet on his feet. It amazes him how small hers are compared to his own. It once again reminds him that he really should cherish these moments while he still can. She is not gonna stay this small forever and she won't want to dance with her weird uncle forever either. He grins and starts to twirl her around and around. She squeals and laughs and her tiny feet stay firmly planted on his toes which don't even hurt anymore. "One more time!" 

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"Come on, Tio! One more time!" 

"Again?" Bruno groans, but lets the bride grab his hand and pull him towards the dance floor. You never say no to the bride on her wedding day. Especially not this bride if you don't want your sister to fry you with some of her lightning right where you stand. 

Dolores laughs and twirls him with gusto. She wobbles a little and Bruno can't help but smirk. She pouts at him. "Don't laugh at me! The last aguardente was of bad quality!" 

"Yeah sure. That's what it is." He puts his arms around his tipsy niece's shoulders and tries to keep her steady. They move to the music for a while and Bruno thinks he might be able to steer her back to her husband soon when she suddenly steps on his toes. 

He can't help the little yelp. It's more out of surprise than pain, to be honest. Thank God his mother had insisted on "real" shoes for today and he'd left the sandals at home. 

Dolores jumps back a little. She looks stricken. "Oh! Lo siento! Everything okay?" 

"Yeah yeah. Didn't really hurt. You need to eat more, you are light as a feather." He chuckles and smiles. It's a sappy smile. His last aguardente must have been of bad quality as well. "That reminds me of when you were little. You would always stand on my toes when we danced." 

"I remember.", she says and there are tears in her eyes. Happy tears. "I loved that." 

She doesn't say what she really means. 'I missed that when you were gone.' He is so thankful. 

Maybe it's the alcohol - it probably is the alcohol - but he holds out his hand and pointedly looks at his own feet. "One last time?" 

Dolores hesitates, but - probably also due to the alcohol - not for long. She toes off her shoes and carefully places her feet on his, all the time watching his face for any sign of discomfort. 

But he wasn't lying. She is light as a feather and as he twirls her around and around his feet don't hurt one bit. 

Xxxxxxxx

The next morning is another matter, but no one but his bruised toes and Julieta's healing food needs to know about that.

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(I'm not sure if that's a thing elsewhere, but in Germany, when you try to excuse why you are drunk, you say "Der letzte war wohl schlecht" which basically means, "The last one must have been bad quality")

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #Go look at the art #It's gorgeous #Bruno is a good uncle with bruised toes

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Encantober 2023 Day 2: Siblings

Tonight was going to be the best day that the Madrigal grandkids were waiting for for several months; it was their first sibling sleepover since Mirabel’s gift ceremony! They have not had one since then because of how it has affected Mirabel, and the rest of the grandkids did not want her to feel bad. Now that the miracle has been saved and everyone has been doing better than they were before, they decided to bring it back and include Antonio with them now that he has his own room.

When the Madrigal family finished dinner, the grandkids made their way upstairs to grab their sleeping bags and go into Antonio’s room for their party. They decided to have their sleepover in Antonio's room since not only it was his first Madrigal grandkid sleepover, but also since everyone used to have their sleepovers in each of their rooms after their gift ceremony, and now that Antonio has his own room, it was time to have the sleepover in his room.

Mirabel was the first to come to Antonio’s room besides himself. All she needed was her sleeping bag and her homemade bear and change into her pajamas and that was it. A few minutes later, Camilo made his way into his younger brother’s room, changed into his pajamas with his sleeping bag and his stuffed chameleon that Mirabel made for him for his tenth birthday.. He laid his sleeping bag next to Antonio’s and sat in the semi-circle they made.

“I hope I wasn’t too late. I wasn’t able to find Cuddles so I was looking all over for him, but it turned out he fell under the bed.”

“You’re not super late. We were just setting up and making sure Parce stayed in his playhouse for the night with Pico and Chispi. Are the older ones coming soon?”

“They should be. We already know Isabela needs to do her hair before every sleepover we have.” Mirabel rolled her eyes. “I know Dolores needs her earmuffs and Luisa is trying to find Sparkle.”

Right on cue, Isabela and Dolores came into the room together. The duo put their sleeping bags next to Mirabel’s to leave one more space in the circle for Luisa. Now that the five of them are settled in their sleeping bags, cozy with their pajamas on and their plush toys, each handmade by Mirabel, and they could all begin the party. Not that long after, Luisa came into the room with her sleeping bag in one hand and Sparkle, her stuffed unicorn given to her by Alma for her gift ceremony, in the other.

“Lo siento, everybody; I couldn’t find Sparkle anywhere and I didn’t want to come without her. You all know I’ve slept with her every night since she was given to me and I can’t bother to lose her.”

“It’s okay, Luisa. Now that you found her, you can finally be here tonight!” Antonio said excitedly as he hugged his cousin.

Luisa placed her sleeping bag between Dolores and Camilo, now creating a circle of six sleeping bags with all six of the Madrigal grandkids snuggled inside them. Julieta, Pepa, and Bruno came inside with several bowls of snacks; the triplets promised they would bring the snacks upstairs when dinner was finished.

“We brought some Choclitos, Rosquillas, and Mani Motos for you,” Julieta pointed out as she put the bowls in the middle of the sleeping bag circle.

“We figured we’d buy you the snacks you used to beg us to buy every time you wanted to have a sleepover together. The same ones we begged your abuela to buy when we would have the same sleepovers,” Pepa explained.

“We bought them for you for old time’s sake,” Bruno added.

“Gracias, mami, Tia Juli, Tio Bruno,” Antonio replied.

“It’s already feeling like when we were kids all over again,” Mirabel added.

The triplets smiled and left the room together so their kids could have their fun. Camilo and Mirabel then took giant handfuls of the Choclitos and stuffed them in their mouths. Isabela rolled her eyes at her sister and cousin and attempted to hold in a laugh. One thing that has not changed is those two stuffing their faces with snacks whenever they could. 

“Do you think maybe we could play a game? Did you guys used to play games at your sleepovers?” Antonio asked.

“Of course we did, Tonito. One of our favorites we used to play was Icebreaker Catch. We have a beach ball with silly questions on them and we would throw it to each other, and the person that catches it has to answer the question that their right thumb is on or closest to,” Isabela explained.

“We used to play it at the camps we used to do when we were kids, so we thought we would play again together,” Dolores said as she took out a beach ball with questions written all over it in permanent marker.

“So, let’s get started!” Mirabel said.

Dolores threw the ball to Antonio, since this was his first time playing and his first sleepover with his siblings. He turned the ball to see where his right thumb landed on, and he found his thumb closest to the question, “What is your worst nightmare?”

Antonio thought a bit before answering. They did not expect his answers to be too intense since he was still young. “My worst nightmare would be losing Mirabel. I remember when she saved the miracle and when we lost the house during that time. Papi was with me and he told me all I was saying was ‘where’s Mirabel? Where’s Mirabel?’ and he couldn’t answer. He didn’t know and it made me scared.”

Mirabel got out of her sleeping bag and gave Antonio a hug. She shed a tear and Antonio hugged her back. “Te amo, Antonio; I’m so sorry if I worried you at any point.”

“It’s okay, Mirabel. I’m just happy you’re here and alive.”

After the two youngest cousins finished hugging, Antonio grabbed the ball and threw it to Camilo. He turned the ball when he caught it and read the question his right thumb landed on, “Have you ever fallen asleep in class?”

Camilo rolled his eyes and tried to hold in a snort. “I think you know the answer to this one already; I’ve fallen asleep in class several times.”

“Well, what was the most memorable time you’ve done so?” Mirabel asked.

“Probably that one time when we were in our eighth grade history class and I came to school so sleep deprived because the night before was so busy that I genuinely couldn’t control myself that time. I guess since everyone expects me to fall asleep near the halfway mark of the period that it was shocking to everyone else in class.”

“It was shocking to me, at least. I never expected you to be asleep at the very beginning of class.”

The grandkids laughed and when they were finished, Camilo popped a Choclito in his mouth and threw the ball to Mirabel. She turned the ball to find her right thumb and read the question, “What do you use when you run out of toilet paper?”

Mirabel blushed, but answered anyway, “When I just run out of toilet paper, I tend to use the roll that comes with it. But when that’s done, I tend to use one of the towels that’s hanging on the racks.”

“You better put those in the hamper to wash after they’re finished!” Isabela yelled when Mirabel confessed.

“No, duh, I do. Do you really think I would just leave towels all over the place that I just wiped myself with? You know I’m better than that!”

“...I’ve been doing the same thing when we run out of toilet paper for years,” Camilo confessed. 

Isabela groaned and laid down on her sleeping bag to recoup from the confessions. Dolores tapped on her shoulder to get up and Mirabel threw the ball to Luisa. She turned the ball and found her right thumb on the question, “Have you ever peed your pants in public?”

Luisa put the ball down slowly next to her as she answered. “I remembered there was this one time when I was in seventh grade, I was giving a presentation in my literature class, and I remember this was the first time I ever had an oral presentation in a class I also had with Gabriela. You guys knew I liked her since I started puberty, and when I was in the middle of my presentation, I felt my legs shaking and something wet in my underwear, and my teacher pulled me aside to ask me if I was aware that I peed myself. She let me go to the bathroom and finish the presentation after I cleaned myself and changed my clothes. I did feel a bit better afterwards because my nerves were let out the first time.”

Isabela and Mirabel moved to Luisa to give her a hug. They had no idea she embarrassed herself in front of Gabriela almost a decade ago, and wanted to give her the biggest hug imaginable for telling them about that.

“Hey, at least Gabriela knows that you like her and you’re both very happy together,” Isabela pointed out.

After the cool-colored sisters finished their hug, Luisa threw the ball to Isabela and she turned the ball to see what question her right thumb landed on. She found it and read the question, “Have you ever stolen something?”

Isabela thought before answering the question. “I remember this one time when Dolores and I were in high school and we were in town square with a couple of friends, and I found a pack of gum on a stand that it wasn’t supposed to be. I decided since I couldn’t find where it was supposed to be, I decided to put it in my pocket and continue window shopping with Dolores and our friends.”

Luisa, Dolores, and Mirabel giggled. “That was it? You never stole anything bigger than a pack of gum?” Luisa asked.

“I couldn’t think of any other time I stole something! You really think Senorita Perfecta would steal a car or a handbag?”

“That is true,” Camilo said. “I wouldn’t expect anything more than just a pack of gum when you were my age.”

Isabela threw the ball to Dolores, ending the first round. Dolores turned the ball to find her right thumb and read the question, “Have you ever re-gifted a gift?”

Dolores thought before answering. “I remember a couple years ago, I got this sweater from Abuela for Christmas, and while I loved it at first, when I put it on it itched so badly that I couldn’t bother to keep it anymore. So I re-gifted it that next Christmas at a party to a friend that also loved it so much and felt much more comfortable with her than with me. When Abuela noticed I wasn’t wearing it anymore, I told her the truth about how it felt on me and how I had no choice but to give it away. She was visibly upset, but from then on she asked me before she would buy clothes for me if it was comfortable first.”

“I know you thought about giving that sweater to me at first, and when I tried it on it was a little bit uncomfortable on me too, not as much as with you but still up there,” Isabela added on. “But I know Abuela appreciates you telling the truth to her.”

The grandkids continued playing more games throughout the night and eating the snacks their mothers and uncle gave to them beforehand until they each drifted to sleep one by one very late that night. Once the lights were turned off by Mirabel, the last one to fall asleep, she made her way inside her sleeping bag and took her glasses off to lay down. It was not until Antonio woke up seconds later to tap on Mirabel’s shoulder.

“Hey, Mira?”

“Yes, Antonio?”

“I just want to say this was the best sleepover ever. I hope we get to do it more often.”

“I hope so too, Tonito. I missed this and I’m sure everyone else missed it too.”

The cousin duo smiled at each other before falling asleep at the same time. All six of the Madrigal grandkids were visibly happy they got to do another sleepover again after not having one in a long time, with all of them smiling in their sleep. It was clear they wanted to do it all over again, and they would be planning the next one as soon as they woke up.

#encanto #disney #disney encanto #disney's encanto #encantober #encantober 2023 #mirabel madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #warm colored siblings #cool colored sisters #day 2 #siblings #la familia madrigal

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December 28th...ten years ago - Chapter 2 - El camaleón desaparecido au

TW: Character death

Words; 3k

Chapter 1

Camilo POV

I wake up and stretch widely as I yawn. My eyes open and my smile widens. Today IS SUCH A GREAT DAY! Not only is it my birthday, but it’s also my ceremony day! Me and mira were brainstorming what my gift would be. 

One idea was imagination creation, the other was shapeshifting- GAASP-  what if I get both?! I look over at Mira to the left of me and I get off my bed. I run over to hers and shake her awake. 

“Mira! Mira, wake up! It’s my day today! I’m getting a gift!” I grab her shoulders and shake her. 

Mirabel groans and pushes me off, “Happy birthday milo!” she says and giggles. 

I can barely contain myself right now, if it weren’t for Dolores’ gift, I would scream. So instead, I quietly squeal and hug her tightly. 

“Agh! Dolores help! He’s going to kill me” Mirabel giggled as she returned my hug. She did sound a little squished though. 

“Lo siento mira, I’m just so happy” 

Before I could say anything else, the nursery door opened and revealed my mama, papa, and hermana. Mama had a rainbow over her head as she scooped me up and showered me with kisses. 

“Mamiiiiiii” I giggled

“Look at you, all grown up!”

“My little hombre” my papa did the same and I couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Happy birthday hermano” Dolores said quietly and patted my head. 

“You too Lolo!” My mind stops as I realize what I just said. Mi familia just laughed and my mama shook her head.

“It’s not Dolores’ birthday mijo”

“I didn’t mean that…”

My mama took me outside of the nursery and walked over to her and papa’s room. The decorations all over Casita looked so pretty! Marigolds, red, and yellow roses are everywhere thanks to my prima isa. Not only that, but yellow papel picado in the shape of chameleons hang over the walls. 

Everything looks so pretty and cool! 

“We’ll be out here when you're done hermano” Dolores spoke quietly as she took Mirabel’s hand. 

I waved both of them goodbye as my mama took me to her and papa’s room. Once we were there, mama gave me a bath. She let me play with new bath toys as she scrubbed my hair and stuff. Afterwards both her and papa helped me into my ceremony outfit. It’s so soft and comfy. 

“Such a big man already” my mama says as she helps me put on my white button up shirt. 

“I thought I already was a big man” I giggle

“Now pepi amor, don’t you think we’re missing something?” My papa asked with a mischievous smirk. 

“Hm? Oh yes, I think we are. But you go first felix!” 

My papa pulls out a brown box and pulls out a yellow rauna. I gasp! I’ve always wanted one of these because my tio had one. 

“It’s a gift from me and your tio bruno!” My papa says proudly. 

I gasp again and squeal, “Really?!”

“Si! Mijo” Papa laughs at my excitement and helps me put it on. It fits perfectly and it’s super soft. I twirl around in it to watch it move and swirl! 

“It’s so cool!” I beamed

“That’s not all you have, right Pepi?” 

“Another one? What is it?!” I jump up and down with joy as I wait. My body was still shaking with high energy. I couldn’t contain myself. 

“Calm yourself hijo!” Mama stands up and walks over to her bed, I follow her. She picks up a pastel yellow box and kneels down in front of me. She places the box on her lap 

“You know how you always asked for a hair tie like mine?” Mama smiles widely with an even bigger rainbow over her head.

I gasp again and my eyes widen more. Mama giggled at me and opened the box. Inside was a yellow hair tie just like hers. 

“It’s a gift from me to you mi sol” she took it out of the box and held it up, “turn around, let me put it on you” 

I hugged and thanked her for the gift and sat on her lap with my back facing her. She tied the yellow fabric around my hair and I kicked my feet happily. I’m just like mama now!

“There, now you're just like me and your tio!” 

“YES!” I jumped up and bounced. “Can I show mira and papa? And Lolo and abuela!?”

My mama laughed again and took my hand, leading me to the door. Once she opened the door-

“INOCENTE!” 

“Aaah!”

I jumped back when Mirabel jumped out at me. My mama and papa shrieked a bit too. After I realized it was Mira I laughed it off. 

“Hey, it’s MY day to pull pranks!”

“Nuh uh! ¡Hoy es el Día de los Inocentes too! Everybody gets to pull pranks today” Mira giggled, “Hey, you got a hair tie like tia pepa!” 

“I know right, mami gave it to me! And tio bruno gave me my new rauna!”

“Cool! Oh, me and mama made you some buñuelo’s, come on!” Mirabel snatched me away and took me to the top of the stairs. Lot’s of family was downstairs helping decorate the house, with Casita helping of course. 

“Casita, slide!” 

Casita did as Mirabel commanded and turned the staircase into a slide. We both looked at each other and smiled. She held her hand out toward the slide, allowing me to go first. So that’s what I did. 

On the way down I giggled and I could hear Mira giggling on the way down with me. Casita made the ride extra bumpy as we slid. 

Once we got down there, our abuela greeted us. 

“Ah, there’s my special nietos!” Abuela picked me and Mira up. Giving both of us kisses on our faces. 

END OF POV

Pepa and Felix slid down the stairs right after them and smiled at the sight. It was quite adorable seeing Alma so joyful. It wasn’t a rare thing but her life as a matriarch did take its toll on her, so everyone is glad she’s enjoying herself. 

“Abuela I got gifts from my mama and papa and tio!” Camilo smiled big as his right hand touched the hair tie and the left hand gripped a small bit of his rauna. It was his way of showing her his gifts. 

“Aw, you look adorable nieto! Are you excited for today?”

“Yeah, I hope I get something cool!” 

Mirabel patted Alma’s chest, “Abuela, can you take us to the kitchen? Me and mamá made Camilo Buñuelos!” 

“Mija! He has to eat breakfast first” Julieta yelled out as she wiped her hands on her apron. 

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At breakfast everyone talked about what they were going to do today. Of course, everyone would be off doing their own chores. But, Mirabel and Camilo were going to be having a big play date with their friends from school and other extended cousins. 

Isabela, Dolores,  and Bruno will be in charge of watching them…may god have mercy on them.

Julieta and Agustin would be at her food stand, Luisa helping villagers with making a house, Pepa watering the fields, and Alma doing her daily duties of helping villagers problems. 

But…something was brewing behind the scenes…something dark…and terrible. Deep on the farther end of Encanto, there was a plot. 

You see, Pedro once had a beautiful home and belonged to a rich family. His family founded the town and therefore was known very well amongst everyone. Alma was a commoner he happened to fall in love with. His family approved their relationship with open arms!

They got married and would soon have children of their own…but one day…that all changed drastically. Pedro’s home and the town was burned down and pillaged by raiders. Lot’s of families scattered about to rid themselves of harm. 

Pedro managed to flee with his wife but sacrificed himself to ensure her safety. That’s when Encanto was formed. Real love and sacrifice made Encanto what it is today…but not many saw it as that. 

One man started it all…Hernando Sanchez. He lost his wife and children during the raid, saw them be cut down himself. When the Encanto formed, he was a lost man…as many others were. His plot has been bubbling since the very start of Encanto. Pure grief and confusion turned into jealousy, and jealousy turned into hatred. 

He found it quite odd when a single woman was blessed with a house. No, not just a house. A large fancy colorful mansion that apparently was alive and helped with certain tasks. 

What had she been through that the others didn’t go through? He himself lost someone and the only thing he was blessed with was his wife's bracelet. Nothing more. The villagers have talked about how odd it was for her to get such a thing. Some thought it was witchcraft and/or demon magic. Because from what they knew, magical things are only gifted through a sacrifice of blood. In other words, blood sacrifices. 

The theories started getting worse when Alma’s children got gifts and started sharing them among the villagers. 

Bruno’s gift was a “clear” indication of that. Always bad visions that turned out to be true. Loved ones dying, people getting into horrible accidents, and just downright bad luck. Hence the name “Bad luck bruno” or one of the common names he’s gotten, “Bad omen bruno.”

When Pepa was upset she would either strike lightning or cause a storm. “Weather witch” is what some would call her. The only person that was well liked was Julieta. She was so mature and helpful. 

Even through all of this, Hernando couldn’t stand that Alma was blessed with such things. His wife and children were more than likely dead, and yet here Alma was. A matriarch with three children blessed with magical gifts, even if they were bad. 

So what did he do? He spread rumors. Whenever he heard about Pepa or Bruno slipping up with their gifts he would drop a rumor here and there.

“Demon magic would be the only thing to cause this much mess”

“Witchcraft has it’s setbacks, that has to be the reason why Bruno has the ability to curse those who see his prophecies”

“Sure, Julieta seems sweet. But what if she’s poisoning you? What if she's using her gift to someday control all of our minds because her “magic” is in our system?”

“All of us lost someone we loved that day! Why couldn’t all of us get blessed like she did? It’s witchcraft I tell you! Pedro was a good man, even in his afterlife he would have given all of us a miracle of our own!”

And when it came to people who felt just like him, they spread these words and all of it just spiraled more and more. Causing things to get worse for the unassuming matriarch. 

Once Isabela, Dolores, and Luisa came around he got worse with his rumors. And they somewhat made sense to the people of Encanto everyday. But, with Dolores being around, he became quieter about it. 

On Isabela’s eleventh birthday, the crazed old man ruined it by intruding. He was dressed in full a black cloak to cover his identity and spouted nonsense-

“A child of enchanted strength! A child of flower manipulation and another that can listen to whatever we say! Alma’s building an army to control us and soon enough she’s going to make us do her bidding. Those kind deeds are just a coverup!”  his voice was ragged and deep, he made it that way so Dolores wouldn’t recognize him when he was out and about in the village.

Before anyone could catch him, he dropped a smoke bomb and ran off out of the place. Casita stopped him before he could make it out though. The party was outdoors so the living house had no way of catching him. 

For the next year, people had been quietly plotting a terrible plan. A plan to get rid of the Madrigals for good. 

Now…it begins

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In la casa madrigal, things have been going smoothly for the past few hours, according to Alma. The kids were happy, her grandchildren were happy, everybody was happy…So why couldn’t she shake this feeling of oncoming danger off of her?

Maybe she was paranoid about the last ‘surprise’ from Isabela’s birthday about a year ago. But she made sure to have people guard the house while people partied…and anyone couldn’t come in while wearing a cloak or mask…so what was the issue? 

Alma sat in her room contemplating where this dumb paranoia was coming from but couldn’t quite pinpoint it. 

It was frustrating to say the least. As she looked at the candle in her hands, she gripped it tightly.

“Please…let this day go by smoothly. For mi nieto’s sake”

After that silent prayer, she let all of her worry go and sat the candle on the window sill. Leaving it there while she joined the festivities behind the living house. Outside of Casita, people were enjoying themselves and smiling through and through.

The warmth spreading through the air made Alma smile. It reminded her of the parties that Pedro used to have back before- anyway! Let’s not dwell on such things! It is a celebration after all, right?

As Alma walked through the musical crowd, she saw her daughters and their husbands dancing abouts. Isabela handing out beautiful flowers, and Camilo…wait…where is Camilo?

Alma asked Dolores first, fully knowing that she would know where he was. It did take a while to find her. Turns out she was talking with that sweet heart Mariano on the grass a little ways away from the party. 

“Oh, he’s playing uh…tag & seek with Mira, tio bruno, and our other cousins. He should be hiding under somewhere”

Alma narrowed her eyes at Dolores’ dismissiveness to her hermanito’s whereabouts but she’s glad he’s safe and having fun. 

Camilo POV

The party had just begun and everyone around me was dancing to the music and laughing too.

I hated that my ceremony was only supposed to start at 8 o’clock. From what my sister said, it was only 7 o’clock…I wish that darn clock would hurry up and ring already. 

But to pass the time, I played games with my cousins and friends. Right now we were playing tag & seek. A game where If I found you, I get to tag you, and when you chase me I have to find a place to hide before you catch me. 

Mirabel, tio bruno,  and my other cousins, Sayana and Mateo, were currently seeking and I was hiding behind some bushes on the side of Casita. I giggle knowing she or the others won’t be able to find me…okay, Dolores might. But, the party was a little too loud for her to hear me. And, last I checked, she was talking to that lover boy mariano…yuck. 

A few minutes pass and I start to get bored but I don’t want to lose so I stay. There’s NO way I’m losing a game on MY birthday. 

Some more minutes go by and I get excited thinking about what my gift will be. I know my prima said shapeshifting but what if it’s the ability to go inside fairy tale books?

Tick tock

Oh! What if it’s the ability to take creatures out of my mind and play with them? Or what if I'll be able to talk to animals? Or talk to fantasy animals? 

Tick tock

I really wonder what time it is…surely it must be 8 o’clock or at least close to it..right? I should ask an adult or go find Dolores- NO! I’m staying right here until I hear the clock!...but I’m so boooored!

Tick tock

Maybe I can sneak past my cousins and tio to see the time? Yeah, I can do tha-

I hear faint screaming and shouting all of a sudden. What’s happening? Is that what happens when the clock rings?I peek over the bushes I was hiding behind and I see abuela alma…on the floor. 

Is she okay? Why is everyone screaming?!

I stand up and walk away from the bushes to see what’s going on. People are fighting? I see fighting but…what’s happening? Why are people fighting? 

End of POV

A machete, a machete was stabbed through the matriarch's heart…it happened so fast. No one really had time to react. A man with white hair and a white beard slayed Alma where she stood like it was nothing. 

As if that was some sick signal, others started attacking the madrigals and anyone who was related to them. Cuts here, jabs there, punches, kicks…just about anything was used to harm those who were deemed evil. 

“¡NO MAS MADRIGALS!” could be heard from the old man's mouth. Over and over again and others did the same. 

“¡NO MAS MADRIGALS!”

Slice

“¡NO MAS MADRIGALS!”

Punch 

“¡NO MAS MADRIGALS!”

Kick

“¡NO MAS MADRIGALS!”

So much was going on…what the hell was happening? 

Camilo was watching all of this happen with fear in his eyes. He couldn’t move and he couldn’t think. All he could see was his extended family getting hurt. Terribly so. But Milo didn’t understand why. 

Where were his parents? Where was his hermana and primas and primos? Where were his tios and tias? 

It was good he didn’t see too much though…if you can call it “good”.

He couldn’t comprehend what was happening and unknowingly made himself be noticed by one of the traitors. The man who started to approach Camilo had blood all over him and a crazed look in his eye. Not to mention the bloody knife he had in his hand. 

To be honest, the man had no intention of hurting Camilo. The plan was to get rid of the adults and hopefully rid the children of the “curse” their abuela put on them. In other words, give the children two choices; Be adopted by someone else or face execution. 

But from a five year old boy's perspective…that man looked like a threat. And every instinct in Camilo told him to run. 

“Come here nino, I don’t want to hurt you- No, wait! Come back!”

The young boy dashed for the woods, not really knowing where he was going but he ran. He ran as far away from whatever the hell was going on back there. As far as his little legs could take him. 

Camilo wasn’t sure how far or how long he had been running. All he knows now is that he’s scared and a storm was brewing above the jungle canopy. Things were dark but he kept running. 

The little boy's eyes went in every direction. Left, right, left, right, left, right! His mind was trying to find any possible place for him to hide. Or trying to shake that psychopath off his tail. Either way, he wasn’t stopping.   

He ran all the way to a hill edge. Below the edge was a huge waterfall with sharp rocks at the bottom. He stopped just in time before he fell over it.  His mind was racing and his lungs burned. He really wanted to know what just happened but unfortunately he would never get the answer. 

Camilo stepped back to not cause himself to fall but stopped when he heard a twig snap behind him. The small child jumped at the sound and turned around. A small part of him hoped it was his mama or papa, his sister even.

But nope, what appeared out of the bushes was a fully grown jaguar. Its pupils were small as it slowly approached him. Not looking away for a second. Milo gasped and took a step back. The creature kept approaching him step after step until Camilo’s foot was at the absolute edge. 

He looked behind him to see how close he was to falling and looked back at the wild cat in front of him. As soon as he looked at it the creature lunged at him…and resulted in them both falling down. 

Camilo hit his head on a rock and when he woke up he was in an unfamiliar place, partially blind, and had no clue what happened the night before or who he was. 

A madrigal was lost that day, and many others, with the last name or not, lost their lives…

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Okay, I just want to point out something. This au is a little based off of the show Bridgerton, more specifically the regency era. Hence why Casita is a mansion, and the fashion will be different (but there will be some time screwing and such to fit my writing.)

So, casita looks like this

But with more color variation. And this is what the Baltazar house looks like-

Just try to imagine a lot more pink.

Comments, re-blogs, and likes are appreciated. Feel free to ask questions as well or send in ideas!

#au #camilo madrigal #encanto au #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #isabela madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #felix madrigal #luisa madrigal #El camaleón desaparecido au

[gamerbearmira]

Another cart incident❗❗❗

Idk I wanted to write angst for Mamabuela, and what better than to put Mirabel in the same accident that her mother and father were in.

Perfect <333

Les get it

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The family didn't know how to react when it happened. Not any of the grandparents, not the warm couple, not Bruno and certainly none of the kids. It happened so fast. Too fast. It was a repeat. It looked exactly like that day 11 years ago. It happened in the same square too. Thanl God most of the family was in the plaza at the time, who knows what would've happened of they weren't.

Mirabel was handing out food. Her tia usually was with her along with little Antonio, but she had left for a moment to go help Camilo get some couple off his back---they trying to dump their kid on him, despite Camilo himself barely being 11. Antonio was sitting down next to Mirabel playing with his toys, while Mirabel handed out food to the (seriously) injured.

She hadm't been paying attention, really. Maybe if she had, it wouldn't have happened, but she certainly didn't blame Antonio. Nor did she blame herself or anyone else for it. She had just been too careless, that's all. It was an accident, right?

Antonio had stood up and walked around the stand, something he had been doing simce he learned. Mirabel handed him a buñuelo, and patted his curls, which he enjoyed. What she didn't see was him walking off. She had busy scolding the same blacksmith who always came back with sevetheburns from working a little too close to the fire.

When someone yelled 'Cart!' she hadn't given it a second thought. But when someone yelled something about a small boy in the way she looked down and saw Antonio wasn't there. Doubling back, she saw Antonio waddling towards Pepa, and the woman was sprinting towards him. Other family members were moving in as well but...once Mirabel saw the cart barreling towards him, she realized that Pepa, nor anyone else would make it in time.

Dropping the food in her hand, Mirabel ran towards the toddler. She managed to scoop him up but hadn't been able to move in time. Cradling her body around the boy, the cart slammed into her.

Once the cart hit her, she tightened her grip on Antonio. She felt a stinging pain in her arm but ignored it as she rolled across the dirt. Once she stopped Antonio rolled out of her arms, wailing for Pepa. He didn't really seem worried over his own scrapes and bruise, seeing that he was just pointing at Mirabel, who lay limp on the ground. She had splinters on her arm and part of her leg that the cart hit, and a head injury from when she hit the ground. Red covered the top part of her shirt, and her glasses were cracked.

Immediately, there was screaming. Miravel could vaguely see several family members surrounding her, many of them crying. She muttered something, but none of them probably heard it. Her abuela, tia and tio Bruno had been crying particularly hard; she could heard a mix of her mothers name and her own name. Her fathers' parents looking ditressed beyong what was probably normal, and it looked like her Abuela Hortencia had some of the food from the stand in her hand.

"Mirabel keep your eyes open!" Alma cried, while the others fretted over her. Mirabel blinked for a moment, but she felt tired. She wanted to do what her abuela said but she was so tired.

"Lo siento," Mirabel mumbled, closing her eyes.

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K time to leave <333 I'll be answering some asks later, hope y'all enjoyed this <33 This isn't contributing to the story, I just wanted to write something sad lmao

oh the au is by @longliveninokuni btw Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

K BYEEEEE

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto alma #encanto antonio #encanto pepa #mamabuela au #mamabuela

[encantowishes]

(All my Encantober stories will be collected here.)

Encantober Day 4 - Head Pats

One More Night As Nursery Twins

Eventually, the commotion died down, and the only sound on the darkened walkway was the shuffling of little feet.

There was a soft tap on the nursery door. It creaked open, revealing Camilo in his pajamas, carrying a lamp. He walked right up to Mirabel, who was curled up on her side in bed. Lines of moonlight fell on her through the slats in the shutters. Camilo tilted his head to the side so he could look into her face straight on.

“Hey,” he said.

She sniffled.

“You’re not asleep.”

“No.”

“What happened to your door?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s your Gift?”

She couldn’t hold in her sob. “I don’t know!”

“Ay, ay, ay, lo siento! Lo siento!” He set down his lamp on the bedside table and patted her head. “Wanna be nursery twins again?”

Mirabel didn’t answer, but turned her face toward the ceiling.

“Mirame, Mira!”

She looked. Camilo had taken on her own appearance. “See? I’m your twin!”

“My twin with a Gift.”

Shifting back into himself, he let out a frustrated breath that puffed out his cheeks and tousled his hair. “So you wanna be nursery twins again tonight or not?”

“They already took your bed out.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. But it’s not like I can hug you to sleep from another bed. Come on, scootch over, bed hog.”

She didn’t feel like arguing. She also didn’t feel like being alone. So she wriggled closer to the wall, and Camilo put out the lamp and crawled into bed next to her.

“Here.” He moved his arms to invite her closer.

“If I lay on your arm, it’s gonna hurt.”

“Well, lucky for you I’m your big strong primo, and I can take it.”

Mirabel snuggled up to her cousin, and he folded her in. “Te amo,” she told him.

“Yeah, yeah, yo también, just don’t get your snot on me. Now, be quiet and I’ll sing to you.”

Camilo loved his amazing new room. It took the form of a theater, with a big stage and curtains and everything. Backstage, there was a huge wardrobe of costumes, and dozens of props. It was like the theaters he’d heard they had in cities, and unlike anything they had in the Encanto. There were seats enough for everyone in town; this he knew for sure. The entire community had been able to sit and watch, on the night -- just a couple months before -- when he’d received his Gift, as he transformed into all his relatives, and anyone else he thought looked interesting. The applause had filled him with something he’d never felt before -- a mixture of joy and excitement.

Camilo’s sleeping area was a dressing room, where there was a vanity with lights around a large mirror, and a bed that looked like a big plush couch. Playbills were pinned here and there on the walls, all with art depicting himself as the star. It was a fantastic room. 

But sometimes, the big empty theater got a little lonely, and -- though he’d never admit it to anyone -- he found himself missing the coziness of the nursery. Missing the little wheezing noise Mirabel made when she slept. Missing how comforting it was to sleep side by side whenever a nightmare drove one of them to seek the safety of the other’s bed. Of course, it was always Mirabel with the nightmares, pobrecita. Never Camilo, no way. Camilo was as fearless as Tio Bruno’s character Hernando.

So, budding actor that he was, he’d pretend to be annoyed about Mirabel’s snotty nose, and act like he was snuggled up and singing her lullabies only because he hated to see her cry. He’d imagine that he hadn’t seen the look of fear on their abuela’s face, hadn’t seen the eternal candle flicker, and that it hadn’t sent a shiver through him.

He’d been so eager to see what marvel awaited his only younger prima. What would fill her heart, as the theater had filled his? But then, there had been nothing. 

One more night as nursery twins. It was worth the sore arm he’d have in the morning.

#encantober #encantober head pats #it's me amrys #'be quiet and I'll sing to you ... A SEVEN FOOT FRAME'

[halseyquinn]

What if the Madrigals had their own family chatroom...

A/N: Yep, my “Encanto”-brainrot is still very active - so I decided to write something for this fandom for the first time. Since I totally love those “What if the characters of this and that book/movie/series had a chatroom” - scenarios and I didn’t find much of that for “Encanto”, I decided to have a go at it. I’m not really an experienced writer, so please have mercy :) Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome!

Disclaimer: All of the characters belong to Disney.

TW: none - this is pure platonic (!) family fluff and fun :)

Mirabel_Madrigal logged on.

Mirabel_Madrigal created the group “La familia Madrigal”.

Mirabel_Madrigal invited Alma_Madrigal and 9 other users to “La familia Madrigal”.

Alma_Madrigal wrote: Mirabel, what are you doing? What is tHAT? AND WHY DOES IT SUDDENLY LOOK LIKE THIS?

Dolores_Madrigal wrote: I heard you tap the Caps lock key, Abuela. The one with the arrow pointing down. You just have to tap it again and it will go back to normal.

Alma_Madrigal wrote: Thank you, Dolores. Now it looks normal again. But Mirabel hasn’t answered my question yet? Where is she? Why do we even write everything down here instead of just talking in person?

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: I’m here, Abuela. I just had this idea, you know, that it might be nice if we had a family chatroom? To communicate with each other even if we’re not in the same place? But, of course, if you don’t think it’s a good idea...

Julieta_Madrigal wrote: Mira, I think this is a really nice idea! Right, Agustin?

....

Julieta_Madrigal wrote: Agustin? Are you even here? Have you read this? Is everything alright?

Agustin_Madrigal wrote: srhjgfköljlüÄ

Dolores_Madrigal wrote: He just got stung by a bee and now he can’t properly write anymore.

Julieta_Madrigal wrote: Ay, Agustin! Alright, I’ll be back in a minute.

....

Agustin_Madrigal wrote: Thankfully my dear wife and love of my life has come to my rescue with a delicious arepa. Sorry for the interruption. Yes, I think this is a really nice idea indeed, Mira! Well done :) :) :)

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: Thanks :)

Bruno_Madrigal wrote: Uh, I have no idea how I got here or what all of this means, but: well done, sobrina! No, get off the keyboard, Juanita!

Camilo_Madrigal wrote: Tio Bruno? What’s going on???

Bruno_Madrigal wrote: Uh, sorry, one of the rats jumped on the keyboard. I...uh...probably shouldn’t have written that down, right? Lo siento, I really don’t know how to use this...ehehehe.

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: It’s alright, tio! We’re just happy to have you here!

Bruno_Madrigal wrote: T-thank you. I-I’m not crying, I just accidentally spilled a bit of my drink...

Dolores_Madrigal wrote: He is crying. Whoops, sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you all.

Felix_Madrigal wrote: Don’t worry, hermano. Pepi is crying, too. So, everyone better get out the umbrellas!

Pepa_Madrigal wrote: What...are...you...talking...about? I’m not *sniff* crying!

....

Pepa_Madrigal wrote: Alright, I am crying. So what? Am I not allowed to cry because I’m happy that all of us are together again, the whole family?

Luisa_Madrigal wrote: I-I need...to make...a confession: I’ve been crying, too, ever since Mirabel started this chatroom. I’m just...so happy to be with all of you <3

Felix_Madrigal wrote: Tonito asked me to write that he can send some of his animal friends over to comfort you?

Luisa_Madrigal wrote: T-thank you <3

Isabela_Madrigal wrote: Sooo...does that mean we’re going to keep the family chatroom? Because I like it.

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: Señorita Perfecta actually likes one of my ideas? ;)

Isabela_Madrigal wrote: Yes, I do - and there’s nothing you can do about it! ;)

Camilo_Madrigal wrote: But we definitely need better usernames - these are boring!

Camilo_Madrigal changed username into Call_me_cool_chameleon.

Isabela_Madrigal wrote: Really?

Call_me_cool_chameleon wrote: How about you change yours into “I_can_never_be_as_cool_as_Camilo”?

Isabela_Madrigal wrote: How about you change yours into “I_better_shut_up_right_now_or_else...”?

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: Whoa, whoa, guys! Family chatroom, remember? But I like the idea of more personal usernames - we could all think about it and then change them the next time?

Isabela_Madrigal wrote: Sounds good.

Julieta_Madrigal wrote: Nice idea, Mira! Your dad thinks so, too!

Agustin_Madrigal wrote: Yep, I do :)

Felix_Madrigal wrote: Pepi, Tonito and I are in, too!

Call_me_cool_chameleon wrote: Yup

Luisa_Madrigal wrote: II really like the whole family spending time with each other *sniff*

Bruno_Madrigal wrote: It’s kinda crazy, but I guess, I’m in. Don’t have much of a choice anyway, right?

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: Absolutely not :)

Dolores_Madrigal wrote: I’m in. I hope there’s going to be a lot of interesting news :)

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: Uh, Abuela? You’re still here? What do you think?

Alma_Madrigal wrote: Well, mi hija, I still don’t really understand what’s going on, you young people with all this...technology, but I think it could help us to grow together more as a family and that is a good thing. How do I add the smiling face?

Dolores_Madrigal wrote: I can show you, hang on a minute!

...

Alma_Madrigal wrote: :) Thank you, Dolores! :)

Dolores_Madrigal wrote: You’re welcome, Abuela! :)

Mirabel_Madrigal wrote: Alright then! See you all next time, bye!

Mirabel_Madrigal logged off.

Alma_Madrigal and 9 other users logged off.

#Encanto #Encanto fanfiction #Madrigal family #Bruno Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Julieta Madrigal #Alma Madrigal

[shaggyfranccella]

extraño cuando todo era normal antes de conocer a belu, a vick, a alicia, A LA TIA ALICIA, a lauti, a sole, a esxs mutuals de wattpad, a valentina, a mahia, a viki, a diogo, a liz C, a camila, a lautaro, a raulito, a pipi, a mi papá, a mi abuela, a mi tio yiyo, a mi tío eduardo, a mi tío rodolfo, a mi tío bruno. extraño cuando no los conocía, o más bien, extraño cuando no me los tomaba enserio.

extraño cuando mi vida era normal antes de hacerme alguien importante en la vida de esa gente

lu me dijo que mi no es aburrida ahora que deje de habalr con vick, ahora mi vida es tranquila, ya no me estreso, ya logré mi objetivo, tener un momento de paz

pero ahora que lo tengo no me gusta, quiero que belu siga siendo manipuladora, quiero que uma se enoje conmigo, quiero que abril deje de ser tan buena conmigo y se enoje por cualquier cosa, quiero que mi papá me pegue, quiero que auto me diga lo horrible perosna que soy.

pero también quiero volver a cuando mi vida era tranquila ANTES de conocer a toda esa gente

porque ahora no soporto la tranquilidad

quiero que vick me escriba

quiero que valen me hable

quiero que sole vuelva

quiero que mi papá me pegue

quiero que auro me grite

quiero que lautaro sea pasivo agresivo

quiero escribirle a viki

quiero que mahia me diga que me odia

quieor que lu se quiera matar otra vez para poder llorar

ya no lloro, ya no siento, no me río ni me angustia, la escuela es fácil, la gente me trata con respeto, y abril mostró interés en mi, no me gusta la tranquilidad, extraño cuando era feliz en la caca que YO le tiraba a la gente y que la gente me tiraba a mi

[sephythespooky]

just realized that thanks to duolingo i could introduce my boyfriend to Tio Bruno in his native language.

muy importante

i have no idea how to properly accent my letters because that is one of the DOWNSIDES to learning on that app. you don’t get told grammar and punctuation rules. or any rules, really unless you’re abysmal at them

lo siento, mi amigos

#Night Blogging

[oatskare]

Camilo’s face journey...

#encanto #camilo madrigal #こっわww #lo siento tio bruno #im in tearss #oatscaps

[dos-oroguitas]

omggggg after the ask you got about pda with camilo and when you were mentioning about y/n being shorter than him it would be so cute if you wrote a fic about short fem!reader x camilo plssss i can imagine he would tease her to high heavens😭

Chihuahua

Camilo Madrigal loved you but he cannot help how easy it is to tease you especially when you have a.. short temper.

masterlist !!

You had always been told that you lacked something. No not in the beauty or the brains department, you practically run those departments. Height. It was height that you lacked. You were convinced that God didn’t give you that because you would be unstoppable as you were now. You had honestly resembled a younger Isabela, both beautiful, sought after, and adored. You were calm, for the most part— collected, and always so ladylike so it was a wonder why you had fallen for the mischievous Camilo Madrigal. Though you were a bit short tempered. You could have had anyone as your beloved. And yet you gave the shapeshifter a chance.

Though now you were regretting ever giving Camilo Madrigal a chance.

Camilo Madrigal was many things. A shapeshifter, a prankster, a theatre boy, the love of your life, and a royal pain in the ass. Your eye twitched as he used your head as an armrest again as he ate his arepas.

“You’re brave, Madrigal. I'll give you that.” You grumbled up at him before Camilo smiled to himself before blinking and dramatically whipping his head around.

“What was that?!” He asked as he looked around, placing a hand on his brow as he acted as if he was looking for something from far away before he looked down at you and gasped again, holding onto his ruepa.

“Oh, it’s just you, chica.” He snorts, taking another bite out of his arepa as he tries not to laugh at his own joke.

“I thought for sure it was one of those pesky duendes again or at least one of Tio Bruno’s rats.”

And you swore you could punch that smug smirk off of his face as you trembled, rage burning inside of your form. Camilo’s smirk had only widened.

“Ah, mi vida, are you okay?” Blinking at the question you hadn’t expected, you gaze up at him. Was he done with his teasing? You sigh in relief, happy to be rid of the teasing before you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m okay, mi amor—“ And Camilo tried. Camilo tried to resist the urge to tease you. Camilo knew you had a breaking point but he was only human.

“Are you sure, my little chihuahua?” He had teased and you could feel your usually calm demeanor snap and you lunged at him. The sounds of screeches and squeals resonated from Casita as you chased Camilo around.

“Chihuahua? Chihuahua?!” You bellowed as you chased after him.

“Ah, young love.” Felix Madrigal smiled as he watched you chase Camilo down, murderous intent in your eyes and Bruno’s spackle knife in your hands.

“Lo Siento, mi vida! Ah!” He dodged as you grabbed one of your slippers to throw a him and by god you had such an accurate throw that if he hadn’t ducked down at that moment you would’ve gotten him.

“Hold still, mi amor.” You say with a sickeningly sweet smile on your face. The boy paled as Casita had managed to ‘accidentally’ trip him up.

“¡Tener compasión! Have mercy, mi vida!”

Just a short fic! I’ve been pumping out fic after fic so I thought I try a little short one today! I hope you guys like it!

#camilo x reader #disney #encanto 2021 #encanto fanfics #encanto x reader #encanto #encanto movie #madrigal family #camilo madrigal x reader #encanto disney #camilo fics #camilo x y/n #camilo x you

[sillysnack]

all the madrigals r theater kids im sorry

daily headcanon masterlist

day 14: feb. 13, 2022

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notes: these are all so overdue LMFAOOO also i’m really sleep deprived, wording might be a little wacky :P also i think theyre all ooc. part 2 for this will be the day 15 post !

posted the whole fic on ao3 :D (link)

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bruno’s excellent storywriting + agustín’s piano skills + felix’s gorgeous singing voice = the perfect recipe for a masterpiece of a musical (Do u guys GET ME)

agustín and félix approach bruno, “dolores told us you make telenovelas with the rats... can we watch an episode or two?”

bruno shrugs, “why not?”

an hour or two goes by and everytime a madrigal passes by bruno’s room, there’s always a male voice yelling.

“are they... okay? they all went in bruno’s room hours ago and they still haven’t come out. you know his room’s tall and... agustín’s prone to accidents...” worry washes over julieta’s face, pepa gets worried too. what if something happened to them on their way back? or the sand in bruno’s room somehow drowned them all? that’s a thing, right?

camilo notices a cloud forming above his mother’s head, so he rushes to get two cups of tea and his sister.

“don’t worry, ma.” mirabel holds the hands of her mother and aunt, “nothing bad would happen to papa. not on tío bruno and tío félix’s watch.” camilo comes back with a tray of cups of hot tea, dolores  and antonio are beside him.

“they’re just watching tio’s telenovelas.” dolores calmly says. julieta lets out a sigh of relief. “makes sense. bruno’s stories always had a lot of shocking plot twists.” pepa takes a sip of her tea, “gracias, cami,” then looks dolores. “is that all they’re doing?”

“they plan on writing a musical... with all of us.”

camilo and mirabel excitedly look at each other, loudly whispering about who gets what character archetype, mirabel talks about what costumes she would make and camilo shapeshifts into each member of the family in the outfits she describes.

“so much for whispering. we could hear you both.” pepa laughs. “lo siento, mami. we’re just excited, is all.”

abuela approaches the group, and the chatter slowly dies down. “what’s all the commotion about?”

julieta answers. “bruno, agustín and félix are writing a musical in bruno’s room.” abuela widens her eyes in amusement. “interesting. i’ve always been fond of brunito’s telenovelas since he first showed it to us. i wonder what those three come up with.”

they all look at dolores, hoping for an answer. “it’s horror with a cup of romance. hm!” the family talk amongst each other, occasionally asking dolores for a few hints to the musical’s plot.

dolores’s answers, starting from the ‘horror with a cup of romance’, are all lies. she’s careful to not let the hardwork of her uncles and father be revealed right away.

“they’re coming out. act natural.”

agustín comes out first, followed by félix, sand falling out of his pockets. he rubs the back of his neck, “i tripped.” julieta kisses him on both cheeks. “at least you’re here.”

“where’s bruno?” abuela asks. “oh. he’s gluing back this vision he did for our musical.” agustín answers. félix adds on, “we couldn’t decide who should play the main character so we did a vision for that.”

“and he’s okay with that?” félix nods at his wife. “he suggested it himself.” he looks back at the room and sees bruno approaching the family. “i used one of the stickers mirabel gave me so you guys can’t see their face.” the vision is passed around the family.

“that’s definitely me.” mirabel rolls her eyes at camilo, “that’s me, actually.” isabela appears behind them and grabs the vision. “it’s me.”

dolores hears the three bickering so she sighs and turns to antonio. “you’re the main character, toñito. you’ll be playing as an adventurer looking for treasure.” she pinches his cheek and he giggles. “is anyone going to help me?” dolores nods. “lucky for you, yes. but it’s camilo. you two are going to get into a lot of trouble.” they both look at camilo and laugh quite loudly.

#encanto drabble #bruno madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal

[acceberv]

Antonio, tears in his eyes: Tio Bruno?

Bruno: What is it, sobrinito mio?

Antonio: *sniffs* One of the baby coatis got stuck on Casita’s roof because mamá scared it by accident with some thunder and it can’t get down…

Pepa, hugging her son: Lo siento, mijo. Please help him, Bruno.

Bruno, with his hood up: Do not worry, Hernando is here!

Bruno parkour’s up to where the animal is and brings it back to Antonio.

Antonio: Gracias, tio!

Bruno, hugging his nephew: No problem, Tonito! Te amo.

Antonio: I love you too, tio.

Pepa, hugging them both: Y yo a ustedes!

Antonio and Bruno: Us too!

#encanto movie #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal

[beecastle]

A Cold Night

Bruno reunites with Dolores after a year of hiding

Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal 

Word Count: 1042 

Warnings: Angst

You can read it on Ao3 too

    With winter quickly approaching, the temperature had been dropping consistently the last couple of nights. Tonight was particularly cold and Bruno’s poncho could do very little to keep him warm. Even the rats that usually hung out around him were nowhere to be seen. They had probably found themselves warmer nooks to spend the night it. The shivering man looked around for something to help with the cold but there was nothing in the makeshift room he had been calling his home for the last year.

    He stood up and paced around in a useless attempt at warming himself. In the back of his mind, he knew what he had to do, but he kept trying to convince himself otherwise. Half an hour later when he stopped feeling his toes, he knew there was no postponing it anymore.

    He made his way to one of the entries to the inside of the house. His plan was to go in take a blanket and come out. It was simple. He touched wood for some luck, took a deep breath, and moving the plant that covered the tunnel he went in.

    It was dark inside, so even though he stepped as carefully as he could, there was no doubt in his mind that Casita was moving things out of his way, so he muttered a low thank you. Once he was at the closet, he picked a couple of blankets from the back and carefully closed it.

    Bruno turned around and fully intended to make his way back to the walls when he heard a sob coming from the kitchen. A part of him wanted to ignore the sound, but what if someone needed help? So he made his way there.

    There was a candle lit up in one of the counters and it gave the place an eerie feeling. On the ground, he could see Dolores curled up into a ball next to one of the cabinets.

    Okay, so no one was in immediate danger, he should leave. But it was as if his feet were glued to the floor and his gaze glued to the crying child. Dolores must have known he was there, she had to have heard him, but yet she gave no sign of it. He took a deep breath. Even if for some reason she hadn’t heard him, what kind of man sees his 12-year-old niece crying alone in the kitchen at one in the morning and just goes away? He looked around making sure no one else was there before approaching the child and sitting next to her.

“Hey.” He softly said but Dolores didn’t react at all. “Hey, it’s me, your Tio.” He tried again.

“Leave me alone, you’re not real.” She said.

“What do you mean I’m not real?”

“You’re just a voice in my head. I’ve been listening to you for the last year. But you left us, you’re not here, everyone said so. Why won’t you leave me alone?”

    Guilt weighed heavy on Bruno’s heart, he hadn’t even given a thought as to how Dolores’ powers might come into play with him “leaving”. He was so dumb, of course she had been hearing him the entire time. He should have thought about it.

“Lo siento Dolores, really, I’m so sorry. But I didn’t leave, I’ve been living here in the walls.” He explained putting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “Does this feel real?” He asked.

    She looked up for the first time since their conversation started, she stared wide-eyed at him for what felt like an eternity.

“It really is you.”

“Yes.”

    Bruno was taken aback by her launching herself to him for a hug. After the initial surprise had passed he hugged her back.

“You didn’t leave us.” She whispered.

“Of course not, I would never.”

    She stopped hugging him and pulled back to look at him.

“But why are you hiding? Did something bad happen? Everyone says something different about it.”

    Bruno didn’t think it would be a good idea to trouble a young child with one of his most terrifying and confusing visions.

“I’ll explain it to you another time, okay?” She nodded, not looking completely happy with the answer but didn’t push it for which Bruno was grateful. “Now tell me why were you crying?” He asked her quickly changing the subject.

“I hate my power. I wish I was normal like Mirabel.” The kid confessed.

“Why?”

“I-I don’t want to hear everyone all the time. Everything makes too much noise.” There were tears on her eyes again and Bruno pulled her in for another hug, feeling her relax against him almost instantly.

“Are you going into your room when you’re overwhelmed? We know that helps you.” Casita had given Dolores a soundproof room along with her powers, it was the only place where she could truly be at peace.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because everyone expects me to know everything. With you gone and people having no way of knowing about their future they want to know about the present. So I need to hear everything. What if I go into my room and miss something important?”

    He really didn’t think about how his plan might impact others apart from little Mirabel, did he? He had done what he thought was best at the time, but now looking at the crying child in front of him he wasn’t so sure.

“It’s not your job to be there for everyone okay? The only person you have to show up for day in and day out it’s you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?” He told her.

    Before the child had a chance to answer they heard a door creaking. Bruno looked at Dolores whose attention was now towards the sound.

“It’s Abuela, she’s coming downstairs.”

    Bruno stood up, a nervous expression on his face, yet he tried to keep his voice as calm as possible.

“I have to go now, but we’ll continue this conversation soon, okay?”

    Dolores nodded. Bruno was about to leave when the child spoke again.

“I’m happy you’re still here.”

    Bruno gave her a small smile and rushed towards the shadows, his heart somehow heavier and lighter than before.

#encanto #encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal #dolores madrigal #bruno encanto #dolores encanto #encanto spoilers

[gamerbearmira]

Dog Anon. Let's continue where you left off.

Bruno didn't mind that he was currently being soaked by Pepa's raincloud, in fact, he found his sister's rain surprisingly comforting, but he supposed the lack of human contact and not going outside for almost two years now was to blame for it.

Pepa buried he face into her brother's shoulder as she wept, clinging to him as if he would disappear again at any moment "mi hermanito, lo siento mucho, te amo Bruno, que no fue tu culpa, fue mi culpa, arruiné mi propia boda, lo siento lo siento lo-"

"i-its okay hermana" Bruno reassured, "but it's not!" Pepa protested, "you ran away because of me! I pushed you away just because I couldn't keep my emotions together at my own wedding and was too stubborn to take any responsibility for it!"

Bruno rubbed his arm nervously, he knew he couldn't let Pepa continue to blame herself for his disappearance, but he knew he couldn't tell them about his vision of Mirabel, he shook his head as he finally came up with a compromise, "i didn't run away because of you Pepa, mama asked me for a vision after Mira's ceremony, I... I didn't see Mirabel, but I saw something else, something that never happened before, but I knew everyone would assume the worst, and of course I would be blamed, so I left, but I didn't want to leave you guys, so..."

"He's been inside the walls this whole time" Dolores chimed in, leaving both her mama and tia in shock, "in...inside the walls!? Are you sure Dolores?" Julieta asked, Dolores nodded, "I've heard him behind the walls everyday" "hija, why didn't you say anything before now?" Pepa asked, Dolores shifted her weight nervously and looked down at the tiny dog at her feet,

"I wanted to, but tio was so scared and he begged me not to tell, he said it was for the best that everyone thought he was gone, but I heard how sad you both were when Bruno left, you didn't want to celebrate your birthday with us last year, but you made a cake for the three of you, and once I saw how sad you still were this year, I just couldn't keep it secret anymore, it took me a while but I talked with tio Bruno almost every night after your birthday to convince him to come out."

Pepa nodded, she had noticed her daughter clearly hadn't been getting enough sleep for the past month, the bags under her eyes were an obvious sign, "is that why Cocoa took the slices of the cakes?" Julieta asked, for both of the birthdays they had without Bruno, she had made a cake just for her and Pepa which had the colors and names of the three triplets, both times she put the slice with Bruno's candle aside and her dog Cocoa had taken it.

Dolores nodded and smiled, "Cocoa and Beau both knew, she gave the cake to tio Bruno, he even got to blow out his candles" Julietta placed her hand over heart, even if she didn't know at the time, she was glad she never truly had to celebrate their birthday without her hermano, she looked down at her now rain-soaked dog and smiled, "gracias Cocoa, you're such a good girl, buena niña Cocoa" Cocoa yipped happily in response.

"Bruno, you said something happened with your vision" Pepa said, "what was it?" Bruno immediately stiffened at the mention of his vision, he didn't want to say anything, but he couldn't say no to his sisters after so long, he had already lied to them about the vision, they at least deserved to know what about the vision caused him to run away, Bruno took a deep breath before he began to explain.

"the vision I saw, it wasn't one of a set future, it showed Casita, it was all cracked, like it was about to collapse, but then the cracks disappeared, then they reappeared, like the vision couldn't decide what to show me, as if the future was uncertain, I don't know what it means, all I know is there are two possibilities, one where Casita is breaking, and one where it isn't"

Pepa and Julieta both stared at Bruno in shock, and Bruno couldn't bear to look at Julieta, the memory of Mirabel standing in front of a cracked Castia in his vision still haunting him, he couldn't tell her, not after already hurting her so much by running away

Translations(shout-out to Google translate because I don't know Spanish)

Pepa: My little brother, I'm so sorry, I love you Bruno, it wasn't your fault, it was my fault, I ruined my own wedding, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Julieta: good girl

This is so cool‼️‼️ Yo at least. They can sleep at night knowing their brother is ok. And I’m glad they realize that Alma is the problem! Bruno at least telling them part of the vision is enough, to be honest that’s got to take a lot of courage. Alma really boutta get some passive aggressiveness from Julieta AND Pepa. Like they’re not gonna get physical or anything or lash out at her, they’ll probably just be really petty, along with Cocoa and Beau <333

#my asks are open #encanto #my asks #encanto au #au #encanto julieta #encanto pepa #encanto bruno #encanto alma #encanto dolores #dogs and doors au

[justheretop0st]

This was something the writers of Encanto said they wanted to do for Camilo. But in the moment they said they decided to keep the focus primarily on Mirabel. But I think it would have been a great feature to add for Camilo. Please enjoy.

Warnings: there is mention of blood so please keep that in mind. Nothing gory or anything.

———————

His biggest fear had finally been realized. He’d been thrown so far from Casita that when the tower fell, there was no focus on him. He was thankful. But looking down at his hands, they were his sun kissed skin. They were small and his fingers were longer and thinner. They no longer had years of earned callouses. His clothes had formed down to this new size. Thin, lanky, and overall not who he was.

His skin wasn’t hazel, a nice blend of his mama or papa. The hair on his forearm wasn’t even a black. He reached up to touch his face. It wasn’t narrow. His nose didn’t feel thin and or pert. His lips weren’t thick and plump as they were. Reaching up for his hair, it was still a huge lock of curly hair. But seeing is against his fingers, it was no longer a deep shade of black.

He didn’t know what he fully looked like anymore. But it wasn’t who he was. He fell to his knees grasping at his face then his body. He was no longer large and even muscular. He fell into himself, clinging into his Ruana. The only thing that was truly himself. Smelling of freshly dug earth and a morning dew. It was stripped with yellow, orange and a light brown, little chameleons over the strips in some places.

He heard the sound of people walking past him. They didn’t even bat and eye. He lifted his head to see some ravaging through the debris of the fallen Casita. His eyes met his mother. She stared at him with wide eyes, leaving Felix with Antonio.

She knelt beside him, her eyes searching his. But her scream got Julieta broke her search. “Julieta come quick!” She didn’t break her gaze. He didn’t dare too. Even though he felt like running away, he still couldn’t turn his back on his mama. “Julieta!”

His Tia came speed walking toward her sister. She let out a small “what?” before taking a sharp breath. “Wait here ok?” She hurried off and he saw her off of his peripheral asking someone for help lifting a rock. Under it was some bottles of water he would assume.

“Why did you mask who you are Mijo?”

The tears in his mothers eyes was enough for him to grab hold of her hands and looked down, ashamed. “Lo siento mamá.” He couldn’t exactly put it into words. He couldn’t explain. He finally noticed the underside of his hands slightly bloody. Must have even from the fall and even from being thrown from the house.

“Mirabel?” The panic in his Tias voice caught his attention. He looked around and saw no sight of his cousin. Was she ok?

“Mamá, we-”

“I know. But we will talk soon.”

“But what about Antonio?”

“I’ll stay with him. Go. I’ll send your papa and Dolores too.”

—————

A new foundation. They had all agreed that it was needed to build a stronger home. While he wasn’t ready to face it, he was glad that his family was there to help him through. They didn’t make a big deal about his new appearance. Only to really call him guapo or to comment on how glad they are he is finally who he really is.

The expectations of being everybody left him feeling like nobody. Nobody but a Madrigal with a gift that everyone loved to use and everyone loved to laugh at. But who was he?

He was a Madrigal indeed. But he was Camilo Madrigal, a really was an entertainer. But there was so much more to him. He is kind and he is crazy. He wants to try new things and be an inspiration to others. Being dramatic is his passion, and ever since his Tio Bruno came back, he was over the moon to share the love.

Their first dinner together as a family, Casita gave a nudge to Mirabel. He had a lot to thank her for. He was on his way to finding who he was. Who he is.

He wrapped her in a hug. “Gracias Prima. Gracias a ti, puedo ser quien realmente soy.”

She hugged him back with a small chuckle. “You don’t have to thank me, Primo. I’m just glad to see you. To know you.”

A tear to his eyes and he pulled away. Keeping a hand on her shoulder, he lead her to the new dinning table. Just a bit longer so there was room for everyone.

He was different. Not the perfect looking child he thought he needed to be. Not perfect in look or personality and here he was. Happy and healthy and himself.

#camilo madrigal #Camilo #Pepa #pepa madrigal #Julieta #julieta madrigal #Mirabel #mirabel madrigal #Antonio #antonio madrigal #casita #la familia madrigal #concept from writers of Encanto #encanto #short story

[let-love-run-red]

Sana Sana

AN: Just a little blurb that's been in my head for awhile now, barely edited, please enjoy 💙🖤

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It had become painfully apparent that her only chance to save the magic, the Encanto, her home, was to find out what her uncle's vision meant.

But after the dinner, the disastrous dinner, she was nowhere closer. Worse, Abuela had taken the vision so she couldn't even see it anymore. She was currently sitting on the steps in the rain, trying to decide what to do next.

"Mirabel," Dolores said softly from the top of the steps. She didn't turn to look.

"I'm sorry Prima," she said as she sat beside Mirabel on the steps. Mirabel barely turned to look.

"It's ok, it would have come out sooner or later." Mirabel said, resting her chin in her hands. The two women sat in silence for a moment until Dolores spoke.

"The people down the hill tell stories." She said. They always told stories. In a small town it was the most interesting thing to do.

"There's supposed to be a man who lives on the other side of the canyon," Dolores turned to Mirabel, staring intently.

"There's probably lots of people who live through the canyon Dolores." Mirabel said with a sniff. Her hair was soaked and clinging to her face and her glasses were starting to fog. She felt, miserable.

"he's special." Dolores continued. "People say he can see the future." She raised her brows and Mirabel lifted her head, finally turning to look at her cousin.

"Tio?" She asked. Dolores nodded her head slowly.

"I don't know for sure, but lots of people talk about him. They never say a name." Dolores continued, pushing herself to stand. She held out a hand to lift Mirabel from the steps.

"If you take one of the mules you can get there by morning." Dolores said, pulling Mirabel into a hug. She considered her options. Stay here, try to save the magic without knowing what she was looking for. Or venture through the canyon at night by herself with the slimmest hope of finding her missing Tio to save her home.

The sun shone brighter on the other side of the mountain. It was only 7 am and the whole valley was bathed with sunlight. The flowers were bright and smelled sickly sweet as she rode through the center of town. People were friendly, they waved at her and smiled. She found herself smiling back.

There were no pitied faces from people who knew she was a Madrigal with no gift.

Nobody here knew she was a Madrigal to begin with.

She tied the mule outside of the market that was just opening and climbed off to speak to some of the townspeople.

"Hola," She greeted a young woman who was setting up a stand filled with different colored fabrics and threads. The woman turned with a smile.

"Buenos días," Her tone was welcoming and friendly, "how can I help you?" She asked, folding the length of fabric she was holding in her hands.

"I was wondering if you knew-" the woman held up her hand and excused herself before leaning over the stall and shouting at two children who were running down the street, chasing a cat.

"Diego! Daniela!" The two children froze and turned to her with sheepish grins. They were obviously siblings, quite possibly twins. Both had wild curly black hair and dark green eyes. Both had a smattering of freckles across their nose, and both were dressed in matching fabrics.

"How many times have I told you to leave that cat alone?" She crossed her arms with a half-hearted scowl.

"Lo Siento Tia." The little girl said. The woman waved them away and they ran off towards the bottom of the hill.

"Are they yours?" Mirabel asked. They were sweet, full of innocence and excitement. They couldn't have been much older than Antonio.

"Oh, buen señor, no. My sister's." The woman said with a laugh. "They're good, but they're always into mischief." She shook her head and set the fabric down neatly on the countertop.

"I'm sorry, I interrupted you." She said and turned back to Mirabel.

"Who did you want to know?" She asked. Mirabel wrung her hands together, suddenly nervous.

"I've heard stories, about a man who can read your future?" She asked. The woman nodded slowly. She knew exactly who Mirabel was referring to.

"You mean Bruno Madrigal." She said. Mirabel hadn't expected him to use his own name here. Surely Abuela would have heard by now?

"I'm sorry, he isn't having visions today." She said, turning back to the stall to unpack some threads from a basket. Mirabel felt her shoulders drop. She was so close; she couldn't just turn back now.

"I really just wanted to talk to him, where can I find him?" She asked. The woman paused, puffing out her cheeks in thought before sighing.

"He doesn't like to be disturbed on Sundays, especially this early." She said haltingly. Mirabel leaned over the counter hopefully.

"His house is at the bottom of the hill. Just knock on the door." She said. Mirabel thanked her graciously before turning to dash down the hill.

"Ay! You forgot your mula!" She heard the woman call. She turned to her and called back.

"I'll just be a minute!" She stumbled a moment, catching herself and coming to a sliding stop at the bottom. There were a few houses, small and cozy, and one slightly larger one. It wasn't nearly as big as Casita, probably only a few rooms, but it seemed more welcoming somehow.

She stepped closer and examined the door. It had been painted a deep green with an hourglass carved into the face. The same hourglass on Tio Bruno's door at home. She raised her fist and knocked firmly on the door. She heard the knock echo off stone inside. It sounded empty.

The doorknob creaked and the door opened. She wasn't sure what she expected, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight when the door opened.

The courtyard of the house was small, just large enough for a dining table with a few chairs. The stones alternated between gray and white to create a swirling pattern across the floor. There were rooms above the courtyard all on one side. But that wasn't the surprising part.

The surprising part was the man who was currently looking at her with a tilted head and dark green eyes.

His hair was mostly black with streaks of gray through it. His beard was black and gray and barely covered his jaw. He wore a green ruana with hourglasses embroidered across the bottom hem. He was holding a young child on his hip with one hand as he looked at Mirabel.

"I'm sorry, I'm not doing visions today." He said after a beat of silence turning away from the door. Mirabel pulled herself from her shock and leapt forward to catch the door.

"Wait!" She shouted. The young girl he was holding flinched and took a handful of his ruana. He placed his other hand over her protectively and turned with a scowl to face Mirabel.

"Tio it's me, it's Mirabel." She rushed to explain, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at her touch, looking between her and the girl he held. Looking closer, Mirabel could tell it was his daughter.

The girl, she must have only been three or four, had thick dark curls and forest green eyes just like Bruno. Her face was round and she had a thin build. Bruno shifted her up for a moment, resting his forehead against hers before setting the girl on the ground.

"Milena mi hijita, go find Mama," He said, moving his hands exaggeratedly. The girl nodded before running off to somewhere within the house.

Mama? That meant Bruno had a wife. He had children, a home that was his own. All in this strange place away from his family. Bruno turned to her and cleared his throat, casting his eyes down for a moment.

"How, how did you find me?" He asked, stepping out from the doorway, and inviting her inside. Mirabel followed him. He shut the door and turned back to her with his hands in the pockets of his ruana.

"Dolores, she heard people talking." Mirabel said. Bruno nodded thoughtfully.

"I should have known I couldn't get away from her." He said with a chuckle. Mirabel wasn't sure how to respond. There was so much to process. She knew her Tio had left the familia, the Encanto even, but she had never thought he would be here. So close.

So happy.

She heard a scuffle and a shriek and turned to see the two children who had run through the market earlier tousling on the balcony.

"Daniela! Do not bite him!" Bruno boomed. Mirabel jumped. It was surprising for such a loud voice to come from someone so slim. Diego, who had been pinned down with his arm in his sister's mouth, popped up from the ground. He turned to look at his sister, then to his father, and let out a sharp cry before running down the steps and throwing himself onto Bruno's legs. He clung to his ruana and Bruno reached down to push his hair away from his face.

"Ay mi niño." Bruno tutted, kneeling and lifting his son's chin. The boy leaned into Bruno, throwing his arms around Bruno's neck. Mirabel watched as Bruno rubbed the boy's back softly

"Muéstrame, let me see." Bruno gently pulled his sons arms from his around his shoulders. The boy held out his arm and pointed to the angry red teeth marks on his forearm. Bruno held Diego's wrist gently, rubbing his thumb over it. Bruno turned and placed one hand on Diego's cheek while his other hand rested over the bite mark. Bruno scrunched up his nose and Diego giggled.

"I think we can fix that, what do we say?" He asked. Diego sniffled and followed with his father as Bruno spoke.

"Sana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy, sanará mañana." Diego let out a small laugh and Bruno wiped the remaining tears from his cheek before he pressed his lips to Diego's forehead. Diego pulled away and turned back to his sister, who was still sitting on the balcony. Now staring curiously at Mirabel.

"Daniela," Bruno said with a warning tone. Daniela snapped her attention to him.

"Apologize to your brother." He commanded. Daniela gripped the spindles on the balcony and pushed her head between two, watching as Diego dashed up the stairs.

"Lo siento!" She shouted. Bruno made a sharp "ch" sound and pinched his brows together nervously.

"Don't do that you'll get stuck!" He called. Daniela pulled her head back through the spindles and Bruno turned back to Mirabel while rubbing his temples. Mirabel let out a hesitant laugh and Bruno joined her.

"They're busy." She said as she watched the twins run to the set of stairs at the opposite end of the hallway. Bruno nodded and turned to watch as well.

"Was I that much of a handful?" She asked. Bruno turned to look at her and shrugged.

"Yeah, but they're my handful." He said with a soft smile. Mirabel felt her heart tug in her chest. He seemed so happy, so at peace. The fact that he had to leave his family to find this made her chest ache for him.

Bruno turned back to her and rested one hand on his opposite bicep. She wasn't sure what to say, where to begin.

"Tio," she started, "did you know it was me when you opened the door?" She asked. She knew the answer. She didn't know why she had asked. Bruno cleared his throat and reached up to push his curls behind his ears.

"I, I mean," He stumbled over his words before taking a deep breath.

"It's been ten years Mirabel." He gave a soft shrug. She felt her heart shatter.

"You didn't remember me?" She asked, feeling tears well in her eyes. How could he just forget his family so quickly? Would he recognize Abuela? Or his sisters? He would probably recognize Isabela because that was her luck.

"Mirabel I didn't recognize you. You were five last time I saw you." He defended himself, straightening up and standing tall. He was only a few inches taller than her but he was still an adult and his confidence made him seem bigger.

"I recognized you." Mirabel pushed back. Bruno rolled his eyes slightly.

"The whole family would have known it was you! They still talk about you!" It was a lie, but it was a small one. Maybe he just needed to know how his family still loved him. Bruno scoffed and turned on his heel.

"Yeah, did Pepa tell you how I ruined her wedding? Or how I broke Dolores's little heart when she was three? How about how I made the preacher go bald or how I'm so creepy and killed someone's goldfish." He snapped as he walked towards a room near the back of the house. Mirabel followed him and Bruno held out his hand.

"Mirabel I think you should go." He said. She stopped. She had come so close, so close and she couldn't give up now.

"Tio,"

"Mirabel. Leave." He said, firmer this time. She paused, pushing her glasses back up her nose before clearing her throat.

"I'm sorry, I, I'll go." She said. She watched Bruno's shoulders sag and turned towards the door.

"Bruno you are not sending my niece away before I even get to say hello." A woman's voice called. She turned to see a young woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair come through one of the archways. The young girl from earlier, Melina, was following behind her holding a stuffed bear. She held onto the green skirt her mother wore as she followed along.

This must have been Bruno's wife. She was beautiful, beautiful in the way Mirabel always heard people say in stories. It was like the sun bent its rays to shine on her and her smile sparkled. She reminded Mirabel of her own Mama, gentle and kind and compassionate. She didn't seem much younger than her Mama either.

She approached Bruno and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. Bruno closed his eyes and turned his head into her, pressing his forehead against hers for only a moment before they pulled apart. Bruno seemed so at ease with her beside him. He was more relaxed as she reached up and brushed his hair away from his face while he furrowed his brows at her. She tutted softly and smoothed her thumb between his eyebrows to smooth the wrinkles. The woman turned to Mirabel and approached her with open arms.

"Mirabel, he's told me so much about you mi niña." She said softly as she bundled Mirabel into her arms. She was warm and smelled like cinnamon and fresh bread. Mirabel leaned into her so easily and found herself wrapping her arms around the woman as well.

"I'm (y/n)," The woman said when she pulled away. Mirabel smiled back at her, any anger at her Tio forgotten in the shining presence of his wife. Something about her just banished any negative feelings she may have had.

"Mi amor," Bruno said quietly. (Y/n) turned to look at him with an expression full of love.

"Mi vida," It came out as a request for him to continue. Bruno looked between Mirabel and his wife, who still hand her hand resting on Mirabel's shoulder.

"At least let her eat breakfast with us." (Y/n) said, pulling Mirabel close against her side. Mirabel didn't resist. She felt someone tugging at her skirt and looked down to see Melina with a handful of her skirt. Her green eyes took up most of her round face, giving her a doll-like look. There was no denying that she was cute. Mirabel smiled at her and waved back.

"Hi, I'm Mirabel. I'm your prima." She said. Melina blinked up at her silently before turning to Bruno, running over to him and holding her arms out. Bruno bent down and picked up his daughter, pressing his nose against her cheek for a second before turning to Mirabel. Mirabel frowned. Children usually loved her.

"She can't hear." He explained simply. So that was why he had moved his hands so much earlier. She hadn't recognized the sign language at first, but thinking about it now, she remembered a few of the signs.

"Come Mirabel, I'll have Daniela and Diego set the table." (y/n) said, hustling Mirabel with her to the kitchen, leaving her Tio standing in the courtyard with his daughter in his arms.

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