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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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Turn It Down ! ~ Part Two
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Pairing : Madrigals x fem!reader (platonic).
Warnings : Foul language, cussing, feeling bad, hurt, self worry, overwhelming emotions, anxiety, panic attacks, hating her gift, disliking Abuela, parentless child.
Plot : When you were adopted into the Madrigal family, you were beyond lucky. You had a place to call home, you had a place to belong. You received a gift at age five, just like every other Madrigal kid, however, it feels more like a curse. And when the casita falls, your own feelings surprise even you.
Pronouns used : she/her for reader, all other respectable pronouns for Madrigals.
Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.
Info : Think this’ll be around 3-4 parts but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.
Madrigal taglist : @samiiika, @try-cry-why-try, @camilos-mivida, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose, @soumya-13.
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It didn’t take long for you to begin hating your gift. Not just around the town, but also at home. And now? Now you didn’t have your papá to let you know that he understood or to tell you that everything was going to be okay. No, he left. He left so many years ago now.
You were now fifteen. Mirabel, Camilo and Carlos were all thirteen, they were in their rebellious teen phases but none of them really knew what you were going through. Luisa was seventeen and constantly throwing herself into work just to prove to Abuela that she was good enough. Antonio was three and was always babbling to you about something, that’s where your gift came in handy, you could let Pepa know what the baby was trying to say before he could form proper sentences- you’d done the same with Mira, Cami and Carlos when they were toddlers. Pepa and Julieta had no bad feelings or thoughts towards you, whenever you heard their thoughts they were usually worrying about you; you would always hear ‘I hope (name)’s okay’ and ‘she never leaves her room anymore, I wonder how she is’. It was sweet. Dolores and Isabela were both nineteen, Isabela tried to help you as much as she could but admittedly, that wasn’t all that much considering she had to keep up her señorita perfecta act… Dolores was the only person left there to understand you, given that your gifts were both eerily similar. She knew exactly how you felt and she would always come into your room and try to have talks with you; she was your favourite person in the whole family since Bruno had left.
And abuela? She grew to hate you. It didn’t take long, especially after Bruno left. You were forbidden from talking about your father, you were forbidden from even so much as mentioning his name. It frustrated you. Her thoughts about you were the worst. They were so much worse than those of the villagers, their thoughts were just that you were weird and they didn’t wanna be around you, but your Abuela? It was your Abuela’s thoughts that sent you in a downward spiral of anxiety and panic attacks and everything else. Whenever you came out of your room, her thoughts were the loudest, they were the first ones that would come to you; ‘(Name) is useless.’ ‘I hope (name) doesn’t ruin the dinner with the Gonzalez family tonight!’ ‘(Name) is too emotional, even worse than Pepa.’ ‘(Name) doesn’t care about this family, she’s just like Bruno.’
She made you want to scream. The thoughts you heard sometimes became too much and it burned you out and made your panic attacks more frequent, you didn’t really have anything to ground you or to bring you back to reality. The thoughts you heard made you become very emotional and upset and made you want to scream so much that you often had a panic attack around the table due to the emotions that you felt.
You were currently sat in your bedroom, sitting at your desk, your head was resting against your hand as you absentmindedly drew on a piece of paper that sat on your desk. ‘I love you, mija.’ You suddenly heard. You shook it off, continuing to draw.
You’d been hearing Bruno’s thoughts for years, even when you were in your bedroom which didn’t make sense considering your gift didn’t work in your room unless the person thinking it was in your room at the time. You figured that your mind had made it up due to you missing him so much, he was the one person that kept you grounded during your panic attacks, he always knew how to get you out of them.
You had your first panic attack six months after your fifth birthday, Bruno found you struggling for breath and clutching your chest with tears down your eyes, it scared the life out of you.
Bruno immediately recognised that it was a panic attack, him being a sufferer of them himself. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of you, cupping your cheeks and making you focus on him. “Mija, mija, listen to me.” He told you. You stared him, your eyes searching his face frantically as he stared at you. “I need you to focus on my voice, okay. Just focus on me! Don’t focus on your surroundings, don’t focus on anything else. Focus on me okay, focus on me!” He spoke frantically as you nodded in understanding. “Okay, I need you to use your senses okay. This’ll help ground you, cariño. Use your eyes, focus on something and tell me the colour, tell me if it’s bright or dull, give me details about it.” He told you.
Your eyes found his ruana, “I-it’s green a-and has hourglasses on it. It’s d-dull and dirty.” You spoke.
An offended expression crossed his face but he shrugged it off, “Okay, now touch. What does it feel like? Is it soft or rough? Is it heavy or light? What does the fabric feel like?” He asked you.
You reached out, clutching the ruana in your fists as you kept your focus on it, “It’s soft a-and it’s light, really light and thin.” You let him know.
“Okay, now what do you hear? Focus on your hearing, what do you hear, niña?” He asked you, stroking his thumb down your cheek as he cupped your face.
“I-I hear Carlos and Camilo fighting. I can hear rain hitting the window. I-I can hear Isabela and Abuela talking.” You told him.
You breathing was starting to slow down as Bruno moved on to the final sense, “Well done, mija, now smell. Tell me what you can smell.” He told you.
“I can smell tia Julieta cooking arepas and… And I can smell the lavender scent from my clothes. And I can smell… I can smell the roses that Isabela grew for me yesterday.” You told him, you breathing finally going back to normal as he pulled you into him fully.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head against his shoulder, he combed his long fingers through your hair, “Well done, mija.” He let out a sigh of relief as he held you tightly. He could feel your tears hitting his neck as the tears from before continued sliding down your face.
That was the scariest moment of both yours and Bruno’s lives. Your first panic attack. And they’ve only become more regular but you had continued to use his trick and use your senses to ground yourself.
You heard a knock at your bedroom door before glancing over your shoulder, your door was pushed open and Dolores walked in, “Hola (name). Abuela says that dinner is ready.” She let you know.
You nodded, standing up and smoothing out the green dress you were wearing; it matched the colour of your fathers ruana. You headed out of your bedroom and began walking downstairs, closing your eyes; trying to block out the thoughts that were coming from Abuela.
Why did hers always seem to be the loudest? Was it because hers were the worst thoughts? Was it because she hated you the most?
‘I’m proud of you, mija.’ There it was again. Your papás thoughts.
You didn’t care that this was just in your mind. You didn’t care that these weren’t his real thoughts, he was long gone. You had to have made him up in your mind due to missing him so much but even if this was just all in your head, it still brought a smile to your face, knowing that your father was still with you, even if it was only in your thoughts.
You walked into the dining room, taking a deep breath as you took your place beside Dolores. Abuela’s eyes glossed over you but she didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to. Her thoughts said it all. ‘Oh great, she’s out of her room. She better not ruin this dinner like she does with every other one.’ Your eyes focused on your plate, relaying all of the colours and the patterns on it. Your hands gripped the table, telling yourself that it was hard and that the wood was smooth and freshly polished. You then focused on your hearing, immediately hearing the clanking of cutlery against plates. You then focused on your smell, instantly smelling the meal that Juli had made; avocados, rice and a smell of arepas in the distance. You took a deep breath, calming down from the panic attack that you knew was oncoming previously.
Dolores placed her hand on top of yours and gave it a tight squeeze. You sent her an appreciative smile before filling your plate, trying to drown out Abuela’s thoughts. ‘Can’t she just leave mi hija alone!’ You heard your father again, a soft smile graced your features as you began eating.
You were about to retreat back to your room once dinner was over but you were stopped by the twins, “(Name), come and hang outside with us! It’s better than staying in your bedroom all the time!” Camilo grinned at you as Mirabel quickly stood beside you, linking her arm with yours.
“I… I don’t know.” You began.
“Come on, prima. Chico de oro is right, you can’t stay cooped up in your bedroom all the time.” Carlos told you.
You stared between the three of them, a soft sigh left your lips as you nodded in defeat; seeing the pleading eyes of the younger teens. “Fine!” You groaned, letting your cousins drag you out of the house.
They dragged you to the town centre where you noticed a hopscotch path on the floor, you frowned before turning to your cousins, “You brought me out here to play hopscotch?” You laughed, cocking a brow.
“No, we brought you out here to get you away from that puta-” Carlos began.
“Carlos!” Camilo warned, glaring at him.
Carlos held his hands up in surrender, “Sorry, I mean Abuela.” He cocked a brow.
“You know how Carlos feels about Abuela, I mean he did try to blow the candle out for not giving me a gift.” Mirabel chuckled.
You nodded, “I know. Abuela was so angry that Dolores had to cover her ears when she was yelling at him.” You laughed.
Carlos laughed along with you, nodding his head. “You know, (name). That’s the first time we’ve seen you happy in a while.” Camilo told you as the three of you started playing the hopscotch that the kids had drawn.
You stopped when you heard Abuela’s thoughts again, ‘she’s so useless. Why can’t she control herself!’ You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, almost falling over as you took another hop.
The younger teens quickly caught you, stopping your from colliding with the pavement. “Are you okay, prima?!” Mirabel asked worriedly.
“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” You nodded, sighing slightly as you smiled at your cousins reassuringly.
“It’s Abuela again, isn’t it?” Carlos asked.
You shrugged, “It’s nothing.” You told him, heading back to the start of the hopscotch path, continuing the game you were playing.
You would never be good enough for her. Ever. You just knew it.
Your sixteenth birthday would be coming around soon and not one single person was excited about it, not one single person had mentioned it.
It was just days away and nobody seemed bothered by it.
You were sitting in your bedroom once again, head resting against the palm of your hand as you stared down at the sketchbook and noticed that you weren’t drawing on your paper. No, you were drawing on a photograph of the family. You laughed when you noticed, that’s what you did, you laughed. It was the happiest laugh you’d done in a long while, you’d inadvertently drawn a moustache and glasses on the photograph, on Abuela’s face to be precise. You placed your hand over your mouth, letting the giggle die down as you tried your best not to disturb anybody. Your door opened and someone peeked their head around the side, “What’s got you giggling so much?” Dolores asked.
“Oh, nothing. I… I kinda drew a moustache on Abuela.” You laughed, lifting up the photograph to show her.
Dolores’ hands rose to cover her mouth and hide the giggle that came from her lips.
Once she’d calmed down, she opened her mouth to speak again, “Mami asked me to come and get you, anyway.” She grinned at you, holding her hand out. You grabbed her hand, letting her drag you downstairs and into the living room. All of the furniture had been pushed aside and a huge party was taking place, the whole town was there.
“What’s all this?” You asked, your eyes staring around in wonder.
Julieta was by your side in an instant, “It’s your party, of course!” She let you know.
“M-my party?” You stuttered.
“You didn’t think we’d forgotten, did you?” Pepa appeared at your other side, linking her arms with yours.
“N-no. I… I just figured that I wasn’t important enough…” You mumbled.
Your aunts eyes both widened, glancing down at you, “Cariño, you are just as important as any of the other kids.” Julieta let you know.
You smiled, hugging your aunts close as a few tears slipped down your cheeks.
The music played and the party was in full swing as they led you over to the dance floor. The pair of them danced with you as you heard your father yet again, ‘Happy birthday, mija.’ you heard him say.
You smiled as you danced with your aunts, glancing around the room and quickly noticing that you couldn’t see Abuela anywhere. Of course she wouldn’t be here. It was all too good to be true.
You soon separated from your tias and headed towards the punch bowl, grabbing a cup of the fruit punch and drinking it down. “Happy birthday, cariño.” Somebody said from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to see Abuela, you turned to face her and smiled her way, “Thanks Abuela.” You nodded, placing the plastic cup on the counter and crossing your arms over your chest slightly. “Did, um, did you plan all of this?” You asked, glancing around the room.
Abuela froze slightly, “U-uhm, no. Not exactly. Carlos suggested it and he and your other cousins helped to plan it.” She let you know.
You nodded, raising your brows slightly, that figures. “That was nice of them.” You grinned.
“Yeah, it was.” She glanced down at the floor.
‘Which got me thinking, what’s so special about you? You’re just a problem child.’ You heard. You were staring at her the whole time, her mouth didn’t move, it was a thought.
“You never hide it, do you?” You snapped, causing her to lift her head.
“What do you mean, cariño?” She asked, confusion taking over her features.
‘Oh, god, here we go again. Here comes the next breakdown.’ You heard her thoughts again.
A few stray tears fell freely down your face as you pushed past the elder and ran. You finally ran. You ran out of casita, you ran away from the party. You didn’t even know where you were going, you just wanted to get far enough away so that you wouldn’t hear her thoughts anymore.
Dolores placed her head in her hands and sighed, her prima and younger brothers all stared at her, “Dolores, what’s wrong?” Carlos asked.
“I don’t know exactly but I’m guessing it was Abuela’s bad thoughts again. (Name) snapped at her and then ran away crying.” She whispered.
“She’s still have bad thoughts about (name) even though it’s her birthday?” Mirabel asked, sighing deeply.
“Woah! Carlos wait!” Camilo suddenly called out, getting the attention of the two girls.
The three of them sprinted after an angry Carlos, knowing just what he was capable of when someone messed with a family member he was close to.
“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, ALMA!” Carlos snapped, stopping in front of the elder.
“Watch your tone, Carlos.” Alma said, authoritatively.
“(NAME) HAS RAN AWAY BECAUSE OF YOU! IS THIS WHAT YOU DO NOW, ALMA?! FIRST YOU PUSH TIO BRUNO SO FAR AWAY THAT HE LEFT AND NOW YOU’RE FUCKING PUSHING (NAME) AWAY WITH YOUR HORRIBLE FUCKING THOUGHTS ABOUT HER!” He snapped at her.
“Carlos, watch your tone with your Abuela.” Pepa said from behind the children.
Carlos shook his head, glancing over his shoulder to see his mamá and papá along with his tia and tio, “She made (name) run away, on her damn birthday as well!” Carlos snapped, he was pissed off.
Félix quickly took note of his sons clenched fists before leaning forward, placing his hand on the teenagers shoulder, “Then let’s go and find her, mijo.” He said, gesturing for his son to follow him out of casita.
Carlos gave Alma a dirty look before following his father out of the house, “She could be anywhere, papá. You know she’s always been good at track in school.” He sighed.
“Hey, I know she and Mirabel are your favourite primas but you can’t attack your Abuela like that, Carlos.” His father told him.
“If only you all knew the truth.” Carlos muttered quietly, luckily his father hadn’t heard him.
Carlos shoved his hands in his pockets as he and his father began the search for you, calling out your name as they searched.
Every time they got closer to finding you, you would continue running. You soon found yourself in a clearing deep within the forest, quickly climbing a tree and sitting on an extremely thick branch.
You rested your head against the trunk of the tree as your legs dangled over either side of the branch and you tilted your head back slightly, staring up at the sky and letting your tears fall freely.
You had to leave. You had to stay away. You didn’t belong there. Not anymore.
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~ Hai! So, here’s part two! In the next part I think will be leading up to the fall of casita, I think I’ll definitely be ending this at part four though, with the reunion and Abuela finally apologising for being a biiiii- Lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
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ekko-anarchist · 3 months
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My version of the Steven universe meme.
I decided to go with my anxiety ridden comfort characters lol
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piepelu · 1 year
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I ALWAYS FORGET TO POST HERE WHOOPS- anyways more encanto stuff because i still can't get over this family!!
its Pepa annoying her small brother and a bunch of sketches from prompts people gave me in discord :D i may make more sketch batches bcs it was rlly fun, so if anyone has any ideas for me to doodle lmk 👍
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Platonic yandere Bruno madrigal with a child! reader
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Tw: (Slightly) Overprotective yandere, fluff :)
Bruno is a such a sweetheart when it comes to you.
He'll treat you like you're his own child.
He loves spoiling you.
He loves spending time with you.
Doing little plays with the rats to make you laugh,
Or telling you little jokes.
He loves it when you smile and laugh.
Especially when he was the one who made you smile/laugh.
Bruno is quite overprotective of you, no matter what.
And will always be by your side no matter what.
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thehomeofplatonicfics · 7 months
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Hi there. I really like your fics, (specially the hogwarts legacy and the Encanto ones) so can I ask you for an Encanto fic in which M!reader (or GN!reader if you want more people to feel included) struggles to control their gift which is manipulating any forms of fire. Abuela gets mad for the chaos they have caused and the people are scared of them.
The reader is feeling really bad because they feel that their gift can only cause destruction but then Bruno appears and comforts them and tell them that all of the people are afraid of him too and that the gift they have is truly wonderfull.
If this doesn't bother you can you make this before the events of the movie? Maybe the reader can be still a child who got their gift not so long ago. And also that their mother is Pepa.
Thank you so much and sorry if my explanation was so long and impossible to understand. English isn't my first language. Have a nice day/ night!!
A/N: Thank you so much anon! So sorry for the delay, I ended up with chickenpox for the past few weeks and it is has taken me a while to recover. Hope you enjoy!
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child!Madrigal reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)
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The whole village was a flurry with anticipation. There was to be a celebration in the village square and the entire Madrigal family was helping with the decorations and preparations. Your cousin Isabela had created the most beautiful flower decorations, and you took one of the flowers in your hand to smell the sweetness of it. A little bit of pollen got into your nose and… “Achoo!” You sneezed, triggering your gift to set the poor, unsuspecting flower aflame.
“Ah! No, no, no!” You muttered, as you tried to stamp the flames out. In your panic, you only made the fire worse as you slowly set alight to ALL the decorations. Soon, half the village square was up in flames. Villagers started running around screaming, pushing and shoving as they tried to get away. Some of the village children ran up towards you before they spotted the flames coming from your hands. “Ah! Monster!” They screamed, running in the opposite direction to you.
Your mother, Pepa, saw the chaos happening. Her eyes narrowed as she saw that you were in the centre of it all. The sky darkened and rain began to pour from the sky, as lightning flashed dangerously and the loud rumble of thunder signified how terribly angry she was with you. “Oh no…” You whispered to yourself, as she came over to you, agonisingly slowly. Luckily, the intense rain was able to douse your flames, including the ones still hovering above your hands.
“Y/N!” A shriek of anger comes from the edge of the village square. You turn to see your Abuela coming towards you, her face in a vicious snarl. “How could you? You’ve destroyed everything your family has worked so hard on today!”
You sniff, tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to, I couldn’t… control it.” Your chin wobbles, as Abuela yanks your arm to drag you back to Casita. Your family follows behind you, glaring daggers into your back. “I don’t want to hear it, Y/N.” Abuela shakes her head. “You have created absolute chaos, frightened the villages and disappointed your family. You must control your gift, or you cannot go out of Casita into Encanto.”
You gasp in shock, blinking rapidly as the tears mix in with the rain coming from Pepa’s storm. “You’ll lock me away in Casita?” You begin to sob, hugging myself as we trudge up the steps to Casita. As soon as you all get inside, you run up the stairs and run into your room, slamming the door. You flop onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. It feels like your heart will break.
The door slowly creaked open, and your eyes land on your Uncle Bruno as he slinks into the room. “Y/N, let’s… have a talk.” You sit up, wiping your tears, as you sit cross-legged on your bed. Bruno sits beside you, a hand resting on your shoulder. “I know what it is like. To have a gift that causes fear in other people.” He says, as you look up at him, listening intently.
“People have a tendency to be… afraid of what they don’t understand. Now, you and I… we both have powerful gifts. Capable of great things… but also capable of causing a lot of damage.” You look down, sniffling, as you hug your pillow. “They see that power, and they are afraid. They don’t take the time to understand it.” Bruno adds, sighing as he looks down at you. “I know it seems tough right now, that no one will be able to see who you are, past the big scary fire…”
“They are so frightened of me… but it isn’t my fault, I can’t control it!”
“You will, with time. And when you can, they will love you for your gift. I think it is pretty neat, honestly.” Your face lights up. “Really?”
“Well, for a start, you can create a bonfire any time you want, and then we can toast marshmallows. Or when it is super dark, and you can just flick your hand and light us a torch? Yeah… your gift is awesome.” His words make you smile for the first time, the candles in your room start to burn a bit brighter.
“You keep your chin up, kiddo. Don’t listen to the others… listen to your Uncle Bruno.” You smile, feeling the room become warmer from the heat of your flames again.
“Thanks, Tío.”
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lolita-lollipop · 2 years
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saw you were taking encanto requests so i wanted to pitch in and ask for something that includes all the grandkids, who decide to kidnap adopt a girl just a few months younger than camilo and mirabel. they do this upon learning that her family is neglectful and she’s never known love. so they treat her like a beloved little sister, perhaps living out their fantasies of having a sweet baby sis.
YANDERE MADRIGAL FAMILY X READER
I’m sorry this is so late- literally forgot to post it💀
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It was Antonio’s door ceremony , the village was lively with color, flowers bloomed at every green patch of grass, the members of la familia madrigal could be seen happily buzzing around the village, happy to accept any congraduations from the citizens. You were stuck in the shop all day, selling old items from way before you were born. Your parents of course, we’re off celebrating the new induction to the small boy named Antonio, leaving you to deal with everything, yet again.
You knew you should be happy, today marks a new day of flourishment for the village, but you just can’t seem to swipe that scoul from your features. Sure, you’d made very good friends with the madrigals, they were your best customers, Luisa often came in your shop to speak with you, Camilo would disguise himself every time, but you always knew it was him, and Isabela… she thought this place was too dirty, so she had taken you on somewhat of a date to the flower fields. Abuela had come in once or twice, didn’t buy anything, but spoke with you for a brief few minutes. The madrigal family was lived across the board, they were the reason that you were even alive today, but still, you couldn’t be happy for them. It was selfish. But it was true.
They were lively people, and they treated you like a a little sister or a daughter, but everytime you go to one of these ceremonies, every time you see mirabel and her mama in the plaza, you are just reminded of everything you’re missing in life. They have love, they are close knit. Someone would know if they go missing, or if they are found hung from the ceiling, someone will care for them. They know that no one will just forget them and go on with their lives. It always just sparked endless jealousy in you whenever you saw them smiling together, laughing together. And then they unknowingly rub it in by inviting you to their family dinners, by having sleepovers in Isabella’s room, or being hugged by Luisa. It was like they were just trying to prove how much you didn’t fit in.
You wish you had an Abuela that cared about your family, or a mama who would hold you close and comfort you when upset, or a papa who bragged about your accomplishments to others.
Especially now, as you stood in the crowd of people, watching at the golden family ascended the stairs of la casita. everyone around was cheerful, wearing the best of their best outfits, dancing and singing, just awaiting the reveal of Antonio’s room. You were a stark contrast to the general tone of the room, you had hoped that tonight maybe your parents would spend time with you, but they left yoh in a corner the second they left. You know, it’s sad and stupid to be mopey for no reason, but you couldn’t help but set a sad mood. It showed through your features too, a sad scowl and droopy eyes displayed on your face, you didn’t talk to anyone. Not even Isabella when she tried to feed you some of the arepas from the snacks. You didn’t realize that the entire madrigal family was solely focused on you, even Antonio was worried. Why were you sad? A fiesta is meant for smiles and flowers and madrigal weirdness, not a sad child longing for attention.
While in your daze, longingly staring at the family, you failed to notice the putter patter of la casita trying to speak, that was until it tapped at your foot. The tiles under your two feet moved around, fluttering and twisting until you snapped out of whatever trance you were in. You tilted your head down with a sorrowful smile at the times, which had now rearranged themselves into a smiley face.
“Hi, casita.” You said no more words than that, and it seemed to understand, leaving you along for a few seconds, before scuffling back with one of the pretty red roses isabela had grown. Of course la casita thought it would help you, being a smile yo your face, but instead it just furthered your sorrow, oh great! Isabel’s flowers that you would never be able to grow even if you had a green thumb! Wonderful! Your frown deepened.
“I really just- I don’t want to do this right now. Can I be alone. Please” you talked to the floor like a madwoman, but the tiles hook left to right, almost as if to say no. You let out a sigh, and continued to drone out the rest of the world, now solely focusing on the tiles, and the house that oh so desperately wants to make our happy. So it left, again, just for a few seconds. Only to come back again, this time in the shape of an arrow, pointing towards the set of stairs behind a wall, almost hidden.
“Oh? What? Do you want me to follow?” The tiles shooks up and down, and your questioned it for a solid moment, looking back at the family and the party, it probably wasn’t respectful to just run around someone’s house, before remembering that this is why you’re sad “oh damn it all, what have I got to lose?” You huffed, and followed the arrow.
You remained silent at the rest of the travel through the home, step by step, la casita placed pillows behind you as if it expected you to fall, you didn’t notice of course, too focused on how the tiles seemed to glow more and more as you followed them. You walked up and up and up until you reached the top, and heaved yourself past the hallway too. You’d never seen this part of the house, maybe they just kept it hidden from everyone else. But it was beautiful, flowers were painted along the borders of the walls, and vines hung from the ceiling with roses and lights attached to them, you smiled at the sight. How pretty. La casita seemed happy at the soft upturn of your lips, yet it wasn’t done. It shook the wall in front of you, sending the wood creaking and squeaking. Your brows furrowed at the sight, is this all it wanted to lead you to? A wall?
You pressed your hand flat against the wall, softly huffing, all at once you seemed to remeber that sorrow, that anger at your own parents, yoh were just trying to distract with stupid games with some stupid house, a stupid house that you’d stared at every time you passed, a stupid house that you lingered by, a house that was filled with curiosity and joy, but now just felt sorrowful. You placed your forehead against the wAll, closing your eyes and attempting to stop yourself from letting your tears run free. Yet one still rolled down your cheek.
“Y/n! I was wondering when this would happen.” You heard a voice behind you speak up, but you didn’t move, too flustered to care that someone was experience you crying. After a few seconds you could recognize that voice as Camilla, gone was that playful tone, he seemed utterly worried, you could hear it in how worry and frantic ness was laced in his tone. When you had finally pried your eyes open, finally reigned your emotions in enough to not start sobbing, you were met with a shocking sight
A glowing door in place of the wall, reading “y/‘ madrigal”.
“C-Camilo? What?” You questioned, backing o from the door the second you spotted it, you did nothing but hit Camilla chest, and he gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place and pushing you towards it.
“It’s okay- it’s okay. Just open it” he gushed, shoving you forward gently until you stumbled to the door, your initials were engraved on the doorknob. It was pretty, but it didn’t feel real. Why would this be happening, maybe this is a dream. You stared at the door skeptically, and reached your hand out, skeptically, but before you did anything (also skeptically) your attention was drawn to a voice.
“But today isn’t just a day for antoñio, we have someone special, someone new!” You were able to recognized the voice as Abuelas, seconds after the announcement, there was a bright spotlight on you, and you brought your hand away from the door to shield your eyes.
“Dear y/n has been bruised, neglected, and hated for all of her life. Pobre pequeña Bebe. We’re giving her a new life! A new chance to be loved!” Abuela announced and splayed her arms out, her demanding voice sparked motivation in the eyes of the citizens. They all stared at you in pure awe for a few moments, then the crowd erupted in cheers, screaming for you. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious how miserable you were, they see Bruno more than you, and they don’t even talk about him!
Now you were utterly confused, if you refused this, and went down the stairs, then you would be either seen as 1. A coward, or 2. A sign of bad luck on the village, it would weaken the magic. But if you said yes, then… we’ll you don’t know what’s gonna happen. The cheers of the drunken adults and hyper children VILLE dyour head, and you did nothing but freeze. It wasn’t until a warm hand pressed on your shoulder that you snapped out of it, you spun around to meet the living gaze of mirabel and Camilo, along with Luisa. They stared at you for a few good long moments before Luisa spoke up.
“Open the door, la casita is never wrong, it knows what you want cariña, just open it” she softly spoke, which was odd because there was nothing soft about this woman. She looked her hands under your arms and placed you back in front of the door, which you continued to stare at. Her hand rested at the small of your back, almost threatening that it would help you open it if you didn’t do it yourself.
So, yoh reluctantly raised your hand to the doorknob, and twisted it. The second you did the door swung open completely. Revealing… a room. Your room. Well, your NEW room. It was calm, peaceful, it somehow appeared to have no curling, like the cielimg was the night sky full of stars. Bells hung from nonexistent hooks and they jungles as cool wind blew by. A bed was centered in the middle of the room, huge and white, with small stuffed animals scattered about.
The cheers behind the door became louder for a moment, but were completely shut out when the three young teens came into the room behind her. You flew around to meet their gazes, about to be extremely angry with them, but… isn’t this what you had wanted in the end? To be part of the family, to get rid of your jealousy?
“I-I don’t understand”
“It’s okay honey- you don’t have to understand, just let us take care of you, let us give you the love you never got” Luisa smiled and picked you up gently, for someone so broad and menacing her touch sure is comforting. You weren’t that much younger than her really, although you were the same age as mirabel, it felt odd to be called “honey”, either because it was coming from her, or you’d never felt that before.
“This… is crazy. Absolutely loca” you huffed out, more to yourself than anyone elsestaring around at the peaceful room. Mirabel couldn’t help but smile at your amazement, she couldn’t blame you for being so cute, but sometimes it distracted her. You were absolutely adorable. She made her way around to you while the other two stared at you with love, pulling you towards the bed, and closer to her, she remarked:
“You know, I’ve always wanted a baby sister, I’m the youngest so it’s only natural. This is so amazing! I finally get to have you!” She smiled and tugged you close, wrapping her arms fully around you, and pulling your head into her chest. You stiffened at the touch, unsure what to do with your own hands. Do you hug back or stand still? Or do you wrap your arms around too? What do you do what do you do what do you do what do you do.
“It’s okay. Those terrible parents of yours never taught you how to be lived, but you’ll get used to it. Just let yourself relax cariña, we’ll take care of the rest. No one will bother you while you’re here” Camilo remarked, now at mirabels side, he stroked your head and grabbed one of your hands to wrap around the girls waist. at the mention of your parents you perked up, in the midst of all this chaos you’d forgotten about them! Holy crap they totally saw you being admitted or whatever into this family! Oh they’re gonna be so pissed with you.
“I’m sorry camilo. B-But I can’t stay here, I can’t be part of this family. I’m not part of this family. I have parents, and even if they don’t treat me like… like this, I love them” at that their bright smiles dropped, you didn’t even notice it, but it was like a light switch turned off behind their eyes, and now all that was left was a dark, creepy look. Camilo brought his finger to your mouth to shush you, feigning hurt the entire way through.
“Love is only real if it’s mutual. We love you, and we all know you love us. You don’t have to be scared of them anymore. I’ll- we’ll protect you” his finger stayed on your lips as he said this, a menacing smile plastered across his face. Somethings wrong here. You just couldn’t place what. Of course they knew that your parents probably would be upset that you are part of them now, that is if they were alive, if they weren’t being turned into mush by isabelas flowers at the moment.
“I know but- I just have to work and they’ll be mad if I can’t an-“
“Hush, you’re too small to work, just let us all take care of you. The village doesn’t have any objections, they love you as much as we do. Just let us have you okay? Well keep you safe! Well love you” mirabel piped in, now taking her own turn in shushing your, it was quite odd how she called you little, when in reality you were only a few months younger than her, and maybe a few inches shorter. Huh. Weird.
“But-“
“I said stop. You aren’t going back. They’re gone, they left the second you became one of us, they don’t care” Luisa spoke for the first time again, her words shut you up right away. It made you sink into murabels chest, it made tears cloud up in your eyes as you failed at keeping them in. It made your heart beat faster. Would they- could they even do that to you? Why?
“Oh.” You spoke, and as Luisa stroked your back, Camilo held your hands and kissed them, and mirabel hugged you, all on top of a big fluffy bed. All of your tears and pain seeped out, and you cried into them. All of the sadness built up over the years of neglect, of never feeling enough, of jealousy, all that rage channeled at your biological family for never even trying to be good. It flowed freely out of your body in the form of tears, Luisa held you close as you cried, completely unbothered. Sympathy showed on all three of their faces. Yet they kept checking at the door, maybe for Abuela, or one of the parents.
They didn’t mind sitting like this, sitting with you, for a while though. It was nice to comfort you.
After all
You are their true baby sister
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Have we moved past the encanto phase?:
Absolutely not
Should we have by now?:
Yes
But will we?:
N o
sorry that this is so crappy, I just wanted to get something out- tell me if you hate it!
I really appreciate comments, good or bad!
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etelinocactus · 4 months
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My Encanto AU where Isabela finds a little imperfect runty male lion cub with the same birthmark under his left eye, the same as Isabela. (Haha coincidence lol) She named him Etel! Which means “loyal friend” in Spanish.
The story starts when Isabela finds him in her flower garden, a day before the movie plot starts and takes him in and gives him a bath. She kinda avoided Abuela because she didn’t know how she would react to this little guy.
But, as they were walking down the hall they had accidentally crossed paths with Abuela. Abuela told her that Isabela couldn’t keep him and Isabela had to do what she was told, so she put Etel in a basket with a blanket and walks to were the forest was. Then Isabela started to get second thoughts on whether this was a good idea or not to abandon this cub.
Isabela decided that it wasn’t right to leave him all alone in a forest where there was a possibility of other, bigger animals that might hurt him or even kill him. So she caught him and picked him back up before he could run off and explore and put him back in the basket and covered his entire little body to hide him so she could sneak by and hide him in her room and from Abuela.
She hated how she had to lie to her Abuela to protect the little lion cub but she knew she had to do it, do to how little Etel was.
So, Etel was hiding in Isabela’s room while she brought him food. But, after Antonio’s gift ceremony, Isabela let him have a little more freedom to explore around more since there were other animals in Antonio’s room, so no one, especially Abuela wouldn’t bat an eye on Etel, Even if he was following Isabela all the time.
Etel helps Isabela cope (like a therapy animal) from her pressure of being perfect all the time and to cope for that fact she has to marry Mariano, who she doesn’t like and has no interest in at all. (Isabela is aroace in my AU)
My AU’s message is that platonic love is still around and always will be, and that you don’t need romance to still be loved by your family.
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naensut · 2 years
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Today a very quick art. Mirabel was poisoned and she’s not out of the woods yet. Someone knew a weakness in Julieta’s gift and took advantage. Isabela’s knowledge of rare plants is needed to make an antidote. Bruno is really good at blaming himself. He is good with a sword and seeing part of the future, but sometimes it’s not enough. 
You can recognize my art when someone is on the verge of dying and someone else is crying beside them. Yayy... Takes me back to another similar art I made ;) I sense a pattern here...
Part of the “fantasy-kingdom-au”.
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sokkas-first-fangirl · 11 months
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nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! Bruno to Camilo
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“No,” Bruno said flatly.
“Please?” Camilo widened his eyes impossibly; he pouted and Mirabel swore he even had tears in his eyes.
She had to hand it to Camilo, he was brilliant at puppy eyes. Not quite as good as Antonio, (not one mastered puppy eyes like Antonio) but close.
“Nope!” Bruno stepped back from him, angling himself to keep his plate of cookies from Camilo’s reach. “Puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time!”
“But I’m hungry!” Camilo whined.
“Then you shouldn’t have eaten all of yours so fast!”
Camilo sighed and turned to Mirabel.
“Oh no,” she said, running past with her own treats. “Not today, Satan!”
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jennjiart · 2 years
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When you sick of everyone not talking about you, so you decide to set shit on fire.
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Bruno: “Oh you will talk about Bruno after this!”
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Bruno: “Stay away Mirabel!” Mirabel: “Eh..okay...”
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Bruno: “BURN!!!” Mirabel:..”You done? Got everything out of your system?”
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Bruno:”yep thanks. I needed that!”
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giulscomix · 2 years
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“Welcome home, Tìo” - Part 5 Mirabel
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“Welcome home, Tìo” - Part 5  Mirabel.  Part 6 with Antonio coming soon…  
 P.S. My Art about Bruno and the kids affection is all PLATONIC !!!
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calswildflcwer · 2 years
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Turn It Down ! ~ Part One
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Pairing : Madrigals x fem!reader (platonic).
Warnings : Foul language, cussing, feeling bad, hurt, self worry, overwhelming emotions, anxiety, panic attacks, hating her gift, disliking Abuela, parentless child, abandoned baby.
Plot : When you were adopted into the Madrigal family, you were beyond lucky. You had a place to call home, you had a place to belong. You receive a gift at age five, just like every other Madrigal kid, however, it feels more like a curse. And when the casita falls, your own feelings surprise even you.
Pronouns used : she/her for reader, all other respectable pronouns for Madrigals.
Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.
Info : Think this’ll be around 3-4 parts as I low-key suck at platonic fics, but if you know my track record with series then you’ll know not to quote me on that.
Madrigal taglist : @samiiika, @camilos-mivida, @try-cry-why-try, @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose.
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The thought of being a father had never once crossed Bruno’s mind. It was something he knew would never happen, everybody in town hated him, nobody would fall in love with him. Nobody would want to start a family with him.
He would never be a father, to Bruno the thought of being a father would never become reality. Until it did.
He had snuck out of the birthday party that his mother had put together for the triplets 33rd birthday, he didn’t want to make people uncomfortable or ruin the party for his sisters so he put Dolores, Isabela and Luisa to bed for them before leaving the house unseen. He pulled his hood over his hair as he left casita and began to wander the dark empty streets.
That’s when he heard a cry, a cry he recognised as a babies cry. His brows furrowed, following the sound as he dodged behind stalls and found himself behind the bakery, the cries were getting louder as he glanced around, he couldn’t see a couple or a stroller, where were the cries coming from?
He glanced down when he heard the cry again, seeing a little bundle of pink blankets and little fists clutching the fabric. He frowned, crouching down to get a better look, “Hey, where are your parents, cariño?” He asked sweetly.
Your eyes bored into him as you cried out again, Bruno looked around, searching for anyone in the vicinity that could be your parents. He shook off his thoughts as he stood up and began to walk away, but was stopped when you cried out again. He turned back, staring down at you. He leaned down, picking your out of the flimsy cardboard box that you had been placed into and laid you in his arms. He glanced around one last time as your small hands gripped his ruana and you snuggled into the soft fabric; he was looking for your parents but there was nobody else about.
“Well, looks like you’re coming home with me, little one.” He whispered as he held you close and carefully walked back towards casita.
He walked in, quickly finding Alma and gesturing for her to follow him to a quieter space.
She followed him out and towards the back door, his sisters also followed before noticing the small pink bundle in his arms, “Bruno, who is this?” Alma asked.
“I don’t know, mamá. I found her abandoned in a box behind the bakery.” He replied.
“What?! Who would abandon this cute little thing?!” Pepa asked as she stroked your cheek.
“I don’t know. Mamá, I wanna keep her.” Bruno told her. “Maybe we can adopt her and make her a Madrigal?” He suggested.
Alma sent a soft smile Bruno’s way, cupping his cheeks and nodding, “Okay, Brunito, you can adopt her.” She sent a smile his way as Julieta grabbed the little bracelet that was tied around your wrist.
“Hey, this has a note and her birthday attached to it. She’s only a week old, and the note says ‘Please take this child and give her a good home. She was a mistake and we can’t afford to keep her. Love, unnamed parents’.” Julieta let everyone know as she frowned at the note. “Whether they could afford her or not, why the hell would you abandon your child behind a bakery? What if animals got to her before Bruno found her?!” Julieta growled slightly.
“Calm down, Juli. She’s okay. And she’s ours now, we will make it all official tomorrow and she will become an official Madrigal.” Alma smiled as she squeezed Julieta’s shoulder. “Get her some milk, Brunito. She looks hungry.” She added, Bruno nodded and headed towards the kitchen as Pepa and Alma headed back into the party.
Julieta followed Bruno into the kitchen, “Let me hold her while you make the milk, hermano.” She said. Bruno nodded, placing you in his sisters arms as she held you close, stroking your face. “You’re so cute, how could they just leave you there, hmm?” She cooed over you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead as Bruno turned around with the bottle, testing it on the back of his hand to make sure that it wasn’t too hot before handing the bottle to Julieta who had offered to feed you.
Once you were fed, Bruno put you in the nursery with a two year old Luisa. You were laid in one of Isabela’s old cribs and wrapped up in blankets, Bruno planted a soft kiss to your forehead as you fell into a deep sleep.
The years passed quickly for Bruno, one second you were babbling and making a mess of your high chair, the next you were running around and causing trouble with your younger cousins and suddenly it was time for your gifting ceremony.
You were sitting in the nursery, your legs were dangling over the side of your bed as your older cousin, Dolores, smoothed down your pastel green coloured dress whilst Isabela made a flower crown out of pretty green roses and placed it on top of your head as a nine year old Dolores grabbed your hands, “Abuela says it’s time.” She smiled at you as you slipped on your shoes and headed down the stairs with the two girls, gripping Dolores’ hand nervously as the two girls stopped in front of Bruno.
He took a deep breath, crouching down to your level, “You look beautiful, mija.” He whispered to you, planting a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Thank you, papá.” You smiled up at him as Dolores and Isabela headed into the crowd, to join their parents.
“I’ll meet you at your door, okay?” Bruno spoke.
You nodded, “Si.” You smiled as he stroked your cheek before walking away, leaving you standing in the foyer as Alma did her speech.
You took a deep breath as the light shone on you, seeing Isabela and Dolores gripping each others hands as they watched you. Julieta and Pepa watched you with pride as they both held their husbands. You glanced up at the top of the stairs to see Bruno and Alma, the tiles beneath you moved, signalling you to walk. You took one final deep breath before beginning to walk down the walkway towards the stairs.
You climbed them easily and placed your hands on the candle, eyes meeting Alma’s as you did. She sent a soft smile your way as you stepped back and headed towards the door that had been made for you, you closed your eyes, placing your hand against the knob and watching it glow.
“I hope her gift isn’t one that’ll get her hated like Bruno.” You heard someone say.
You turned your head to Alma, “What did you say?” You asked.
She shook her head, “I didn’t say anything, cariño.”
“You said you hope my gift isn’t on that’ll get me hated…” You began, causing the older woman’s eyes to widen.
“No, I didn’t… I thought it but I didn’t say-” She stopped, realising that was your gift.
You could hear peoples thoughts.
Your door glowed brightly, getting your attention back on it; it showed your portrait like it was listening along with a thinking bubble, similar to Dolores’ door but also different.
“We have a new gift!” Alma called out, causing the crowd to cheer and whistle as you pushed your bedroom door open.
The room was designed like a large ballroom, the walls seemed to be soundproof, meaning that your gift would be quiet in here; it’d only let you hear the thoughts of the people within the room. There was a bed behind a secret wall within the ballroom, along with a whole shelf of books lining one of the ballroom walls. It was beautiful and elegant. You stared around at the room in amazement, it had you awestruck as you gripped Bruno’s hand.
The party got underway almost straight away, music played, people danced, everybody enjoyed themselves as you danced around with your papá.
Little did you know, that two years later your father would be reading you a bedtime story for the last time before he left casita for good.
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~ Hi all! Okay, so I know that this story isn’t really that interesting yet but I promise imma work on getting it there lmao. Just bare with me! 😂 Let me know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖
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coffee-ig · 2 years
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Yandere Family Madrigals
TW: Yandere themes
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Oh, well this is going to end up way badly-
It won't depend if you are related to them by blood or they have adopted you. You are their family and they are your family right?
First of all you can contact with people other than them but they should approve of those people or they can be the family's friend.
Did I mention that as a family they are way more overprotective than single. They somehow know what you are doing and what you are not doing. They know your hobbies.
Dolores can hear everything so don't ever try to hide anything from her.
Isa has always been the center so she expects a lot of attention from you. She would want you to give her as much as attention you can give her and no one else.
However, if you are not impressed by her manners or such then she would use her powers and make flowers grow whichever you like.
She will also see this is as a competition to have much more attention to herself rather than her cousins or siblings.
Camilo will shapeshift and make you laugh. He can always put up a smile on your face by doing random things. Sometimes he will shapeshift into strangers and do weird actions which will make you laugh so hard that your stomach will start hurting.
Louisa does not want any attention or such but she wants to feel loved and useful to you in any situation. She is also very comforting as compared to the others in the family.
Now comes Bruno. First of all when he had been hiding himself all those years ago he would still communicate with you.
He will talk through tunnels or walls also there are a few holes so he might even watch you over too. If he notices that something is wrong he will immediately tell it to Dolores or there are chances that Dolores would have heard what had happened with him.
Antonio loves playing with you he will even make you meet the animals which you have ever wanted to observe. They can be wild or be pretty tame for Antonio it is just a slice of cake.
Mirabel thinks that she is not enough for her friend because she does not have any gift rather than her siblings or cousins who do have gifts.
After Bruno is back to family he will spend more time with you. Even though he knows a lot about you and will never get bored of you.
However, he did fear that you might hate him, after all everyone hated him so why wouldn't you hate him?
The elders are slightly better though.
Now Pepa is ready to flood almost all the village for you. She won't hesitate twice if someone or almost everyone in the village shamed you for reasons. She won't tolerate anyone doing bad to you.
On a better note she loves you a lot like a daughter/son.
Julieta will make sure that you eat properly and are in a better health. Julieta will also be the most comforting person in the whole family. You can always rely on her.
Felix and Augustin help you settle in very quickly they make jokes here and there. They know when you are feeling sad and when you are feeling better.
The family love you a lot and will always protect you. Just don't get on the bad side and don't ever try to leave them.
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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I was bored and strolling through @sketchnwhatevr art because it always gives me a serotonin boost.
I came across the comic of Bruno hugging little Dolores and refusing to let go and paired with all the wholesome Bruno and Antonio content inspiration hit me like a speed train so please accept this little snippet as my humble offering:
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"Haven't we been here before?"
"That's called a deja vu, hermana."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure it's called 'being a brat', hermanito!"
Bruno only huffs and turns away from Pepa, effectively hiding Antonio, who is nestled in his arms, from view.
"Bruno, seriously, give me back my son! He needs to get ready for bed."
"Nope!" Bruno obnoxiously pops the 'P' and Pepa rubs a hand over her face. You'd think she was dealing with two children. "It's not that late yet. And Tonito is happy right where he is, aren't you amigo?"
A little hand waves over Bruno's shoulder. "I wanna cuddle some more with Tio Bruno, Mama! And it's not that late yet."
The sun is setting and it is definitely that late already.
Pepa prepares herself for a fight, but before she can put her foot down, Bruno turns a little and she can see Antonio snuggle deeper into his chest. Her little boy is smiling, his eyes are closed and his cheek squished against a narrow chest.
In Pepa's mind the image is suddenly overlapped by another. A ghost of the past.
Little Dolores, clinging to her beloved uncle, arms coiled around a skinny neck and refusing to let go. And Bruno. Younger. Less burdened. Pressing his cheek against a little head and popping the 'P' as he cheekily refuses Pepa's demands for her daughter.
Pepa swallows her arguments.
She had seen how careful Bruno had been when he'd hugged a grown-up Dolores for the first time since his return. How he'd hesitated. How he'd wrapped his arms around her, slowly, as if she was made of glass, only to suddenly latch on with a fierce abandon. Dolores hadn't made a sound, had wound her arms around his neck and buried her hands into the hood of his ruana and his hair. They hadn't let go for minutes.
What stands out in Pepa's memories is not the hug, though. It's the look on her brother's face. She'd only been able to catch a glimpse of it before Bruno had hidden his face in Dolores' shoulder.
A glimpse had been enough.
Sadness. Longing. Such a raw sense of loss that it had taken Pepa's breath away.
Bruno and his sobrinas and sobrinos are very tactile with each other. Hugs and head rubs and shoulders brushing. A thousand little touches every day to remind each other that he is back and not going anywhere.
But they are too old to be picked up and carried around anymore. Too old for that full body hug where your legs dangle in the air and you can simply let yourself go boneless, secure in the knowledge that the arms around you won't let you fall.
All except Antonio.
Pepa turns away before they can see the tears in her eyes or the smile curling her lips.
"Fine. But you'll get him ready for bed. And soon!"
"Sure, no problem!"
"That includes a bath, Bruno!"
Bruno scoffs and Pepa doesn't need to turn around to know that he's poked his tongue out after her. Antonio's giggle betrays him. "Yeah yeah! You act like I've never before helped the kids get ready for bed!"
'True' Pepa thinks as she leaves them to it. 'But the other kids never insisted on their hydrophobic jaguar taking the bath with them.'
But hey! Let him find out for himself.
And if Pepa cackles with laughter an hour later as a cursing Bruno runs through Casita with a towel in his hands, trying to catch a wet Antonio riding an equally wet Parce… well, he kinda asked for it, didn't he?
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Hello, this is my request, you can make one in which the platonic Madrigal Family x reader 15-16 year old has the power to manipulate iron through magnetism. (can transform the iron present in the objects into all kinds of iron objects like needles or scissors, like Risotto from jjba)
(I'm sorry for answering this so late! Also I apologize if this isn't that good.)
Platonic yandere family Madrigal x Risotto! reader
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(A bit of headcanons/story.)
You had been born with a power, not a normal one.
Some sort of power to make it so you could manipulate iron.
You could make objects that contained iron, into various objects that also contain iron.
It was a little hard to control and get a hold of at first.
But once you got a hold of the power, it was decently useful.
Being able to bend iron objects into other things.
But it was sometimes hard to find those certain objects.
But something happened.
You found peope who you fit in with.
The madrigals.
They had powers of their own, they called them gifts.
Some of their gifts were amazing, you couldn't lie.
But there was one.
Mirabel, she didn't have a gift. But it was good she found a way to be herself without one.
The family then started to act a little, well odd around you.
Being a little too overprotective at times.
Or continuesly checking if you were okay.
But you couldn't lie
They honestly felt like a second family to you.
And you couldn't of been happier.
The same could of gone for them.
(Wow this was long, but I hope that's somewhat what you wanted!)
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thehomeofplatonicfics · 2 months
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Hey! I was wondering if we could possibly get a part 2 to destruction??
A/N: Why, hello anon! Apologies for the mini hiatus that caused me to take so long in writing this! I haven't flexed my writing brain in a loooong time :(
Destruction - Part 2
Madrigal!Reader x Bruno Madrigal (platonic!)
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Your Uncle Bruno has disappeared.
Those words sent your world crashing down around you. Your fire went out for weeks, your gift seemingly gone. You were devastated, and yet your family seemed relieved. You felt truly alone now, like no one was left who understood you the way your Uncle Bruno did.
You decided to keep a candle burning in your room, always. The flame would never die out as long as you lived. It served as an important reminder to you of all the comforting words Bruno had said about your gift, encouraging you to keep learning to control your gift to the best of your ability.
As the months flew by, you did indeed learn to wield your pyrokinesis to bring joy to the family and Encanto, not just fear. When the weather turned unexpectedly cold and villagers were freezing, they turned to you to keep their fires burning and their homes warm. When festivals were celebrated, villagers now turned to you to create impressive fire shows, instead of asking Abuela to keep you locked away in Casita.
You felt like you finally had an important place in the family, and you wished your Uncle was there to see it.
Occasionally, your temper inevitably flared. At the dinner table, when family tensions were high, the lanterns would flare, and the scolding from both your mother and Abuela would only serve to fuel the flames higher and brighter. But then, you’d hear Bruno’s whispery voice in your head, encouraging you, almost as if he were right behind you and whispering the words in your ear. It gave you the strength you needed to calm down and remain one of the more respected members of the family.
One day, you would find your Uncle again. You knew in your heart he was still out there somewhere, and when that day came, you knew he would be proud of all you had accomplished.
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