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im late but happy valentines

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Screw it *uses his power for evil*

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Trivia from Encanto (2021) dir. Byron Howard, Jared Bush (insp)

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Baby Triplets😴

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Growth spurt 🌱

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Mirabel meeting Bruno like

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# LOVELY LOVING YOU 

° └➤ ･ﾟˊˎ BRUNO X GN! READER

-ˋ₊˚. ꒰ synopsis ꒱ . were hernado (bruno) is rambling on how he’s so brave an the reader just ends up giggling but hernado (bruno) thinks there laughing at him so he gets a little shy about it so he gets quiet but then the reader goes up to him an says “I think Hernado is very brave but” *pulls down the hood" “I also think Bruno is very brave too” an kisses him AWWWWW (req! @bunnysenpai31 )

˗ˏˋ # warning . ooc bruno (?!?), bad spanish (please correct me T^T), fluff, tooth-rotting fluff (because yes !!) and just you loving this man unconditionally 

A genuine amusement appeared in your eyes when you look at your husband. You came to the conclusion that this was his method of coping with things. He peered at you, the hood of his green poncho concealing his face, while you chuckled at the sight of your voice rattling his room. You like how adorable he was at this moment, and it made the experience all the more unforgettable. You admire how he was attempting to project greater confidence, but you feel he can do it without concealing.

“I’m Hernando and I’m scared of nothing.” He straightened his stance and uttered it with complete confidence. You let out a deep chuckle, your gaze never leaving his; no matter how ridiculous it seemed, it made you crack up. “Well, Hernando, please explain me why I should believe you?” You smiled as you approached his rigid body; you were on the edge of laughing, but you attempted to hold it in simply for your own amusement. “Please, Hernando, enlighten me.” You taunted him by trailing your finger tips up his arm, causing him to slump. He tried not to be flustered by the contact and regained his stance.

“B-Because nothing frightens me; I am a bold man who wanders across town!” He said this as he gained his balance. “No one can compete with my aura, which is surrounded by courage and strength! I am the finest in the world.” He boasted about his making you laugh. You couldn’t help but chuckle, and his hands were trembling slightly because he was concerned that you didn’t find his Hernando fearsome. Another reason is that he couldn’t bring myself to feel his chest race when he heard your endearing giggle filling the air. He was flushing from embarrassment behind the covers. He tried to speak more confidently, but nothing came out, which grabbed your attention. As you moved up close to get a better glimpse of his masked face, you softly answered him. “You know Hernando…I know a man who is considerably more confident than you…I bet you will be petrified if you ever meet him.” “Who is this man?" 

"His name is,”  Your hands were suddenly reaching for his hood as you trailed off. You carefully removed them and gave him an affectionate glance. “Bruno Madrigal,” You spoke, and he gave you a sheepish smile, which you couldn’t help but return with a massive one. There were several things that continued to impress him every day. Whatever mask he wears, you always find a way to take it off and reveal the real man in front of a flawless mirror. This is why he adores you so much: no matter what he does, you always try to break them down and assure him that he isn’t alone. “Hernando isn’t all awful; yes, he’s courageous, but… My Bruno, I believe, is braver than he is. He was able to capture my heart and get the strength to proclaim his love for me. It’s pure bravery. That was courageous of him to steal my heart. You are the bravest person I have ever met, Bruno mi vida. You’re the greatest of the greats, the bravest of the braves. Te amo tanto cariño, mi valiente hombre fuerte!”  You praised him while lovingly squeezing his cheeks; he whined and tried to flee, but you smiled and drew him closer, stopping him from leaving. You kissed him on the nose one final time, loving everything about him.

“I’m so happy I met you, and I’m so happy I found you. Without you, I’d be such a lost man, and that is absolutely true.” He replied gently, his face nuzzling into your warm, gentle palms, his cheekbones creasing from your thumb. When he first saw you, he was smitten by your beauty, but after collecting the guts to speak with you, he became infatuated with your personality. Hearing your heavenly voice and having numerous discussions with you was a dream come true. Oh, how he adored the fact that no matter who someone was, you still treated them properly, as if they were still human. When he noticed how the townspeople viewed him differently, he realized this. Now that he was with you, his life seemed complete; his existence had been gray, with monochromatic hues. However, while he was with you, rainbows and varied shades confused his head, and everything around you infused his colorless environment with a lively mood. “Te amo carino,” “Te amo tambien, mi rey.”

And today’s lesson was learned: he is flawless to you and in your eyes, regardless of who he is. You had faith in him and felt that he would be able to convey it by simply being himself. Whatever barriers he sets up, you’ll find a way to breach them and show him what he’s missing. And he will adore you like there is no tomorrow for the rest of his life. That is bravery and courage right there.

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Bruno Madrigal thoughts and headcanons:

He can communicate with his rats. (The rats were in his tower when Mirabel found the vision and later Bruno mentions that Mirabel wrecked the cave so he knows but to me it seems he wasn't there.)

He always was an introvert.

He is most passionate about creating stories.

He is getting a hold of a depression. It's mild but there. Sometimes he struggles with motivation or with caring for himself. Taking care of his rats helps.

Mirabel is his favourite family member. Not just because she understands him the most but also because they just get along well.

He cares a lot about what other people think of him.

He gets along well with Camilo. Camilo is surprised that Bruno isn't 7 foot tall because he just remembered him as tall from when he was a child.

He is superstitieous because that's the only way he can hope to bring good luck into the future.

He sometimes goes back into the walls even after returning to the family when everything gets too much for him. But now he gets visitors there like for example Dolores who watches ratanovelas with him or Mirabel who sews while sitting next to him.

He isn't one to start an argument. Or to be part of one in general.

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All I can think about is how alma calls Bruno Brunito. That and how she must of babies him as a child because he must of looked so much like Pedro. But also he was her youngest baby.

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Right, imagine he's just trying to joke

y’know… i bet half of bruno’s ‘predictions’ to the townspeople weren’t visions at all. he’s just blunt and observant. but they all assumed they were predictions bc seeing the future is his Thing

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Like a novela [Bruno Madrigal X Reader] - Chapter 1

Summary: You deliver all kinds of fruits from your mother's garden to the people of the village. You meet Bruno at the Madrigal's house and after that it's a tale to tell. Life is not like a telenovela. But sometimes it sure feels like one.

Tags: Romance, Mediocre Slow Burn, Age Difference, Fluff, Telenovela Elements, Bruno Madrigal Needs a Hug, Post-Movie

Read it on AO3

Chapter’s Notes: I'm making this up as it goes and it's a lot of fun. No beta - we die like men who are not dead but have lived between the walls of a house for ten years straight.

Chapter 1: Delivery Service

You walk along the path to the large house of the Madrigals. In your arm you have a large wicker basket containing various fruits. Your family owns an orchard and it is your responsibility to deliver the orders. At least on the days when there is no market in the market square.

When you knock, the door of the house opens and Pepa appears. A small cloud hovers above her head, but it lightens when she sees you. "Hola, Y/N, are you bringing the fruits?"

"Si." You point to the basket on your arm.

"Come in. Julieta is in the kitchen."

She steps aside to let you in and you walk through Casita's large courtyard. Since you've been making these deliveries for years and have also helped out at the Madrigal’s parties, you know your way around.

The door to the kitchen is wide open and as you step through you see Julieta, Pepa's sister, baking. Also, Alma is sitting at the long dining table nearby, discussing something with a man unfamiliar to you.

"Hola," you greet as you enter.

"Ah, Y/N, perfect timing. Do you have the delivery?", Julieta calls out to you cheerfully and you step up to her, but not without waving politely to Alma and the man.

The matriarch nods to you in a friendly manner. The man doesn’t move at all. He looks a little tired, you think, but you don't have time to pay him any further attention, as Julieta claims it.

"Let me see what you got for me...ah, perfecto." She eyes the mangoes and passion fruit you hand her. "I promised Antonio to make him some sweet empanada. Last time, Camilo snatched them all away."

You chuckle, imagining all how the older boy pretended to be his younger brother to grab a second helping. Their empanada is very popular throughout the village.

"I'll bring you more in a few days, Julieta," you promise her.

That's when Alma's voice suddenly cuts in.

"I wanted to talk to you about a larger order anyway."

You turn to the old lady and join her at the table.

"Si, Señora. What do you need?"

"We have an important dinner coming up. Dolore's boyfriend asked us to do so."

She looks at you meaningfully and you immediately understand what it's about. If the evening goes well, an engagement may be announced.

"I'll pick out the best fruit for it," you promise her.

She nods to you gratefully.

Your eyes briefly fall on the man at the table, who has yet to join the conversation. He has tousled dark curls and wears a green poncho. Up close, he still looks just as tired. Only his dark eyes seem alert, darting back and forth between Alma and you. Now that you think about it, he does look vaguely familiar.

"How rude of me," Alma says, who has noticed your gaze. "You probably don't remember my youngest son, Bruno."

Now you make the connection.

You were still a teenager when Mirabel didn't get a door on her big day. You have a vague memory of it, as the whole village had been talking about it. That same evening, the youngest of the Madrigal triplets disappeared.

You were just a teenager and had other things on your mind.

Over the ten years of his absence, you haven’t thought a lot about him. No one talked about him, only the older adults whispered secretly. And the children spun stories together, for they always have a great imagination.

But as time went by, he was quite quickly forgotten in the village.

You've heard that he reappeared with the destruction of Casita. However, since you care little about having your future predicted, you have not been among those who have sought him out since.

"Of course. The resemblance to Julieta and Pepa is there," you reply, giving him a polite smile, which he only returns with a nod.

"This is Y/N, Méndez's younger daughter," Alma explains to him.

"Ah, the Méndez." He tilts his head, trying to remember you. "You've grown up," he then mutters, because he's probably not wrong about that.

With that the conversation seems to be over for him and his gaze wanders to his sister, who is standing at the stove.

Alma turns back to you.

"I'll send you the list of everything we need."

"Sure. See you soon then," you reply and say your goodbye.

Before you leave the kitchen, you also give Julieta another wave.

Then you make your way home.

Your mother's house is on the outskirts of the village and behind it stretches the plantation, which consists of a wide variety of fruit trees. There is always something to do there. Whether it's watering the plants, thinning them out or harvesting.

It is hard work and actually you prefer to do the deliveries in the village. But your mother is getting old since your father died a few years ago, she has to do most of the work alone.

Your sister is still around every now and then to help out. Most of the time, though, she's tied up with her own family, especially her newborn.

The avocado tree is full of fruit and you grab a ladder and a big basket to pick the ones that are already ripe.

Your father was always very proud that you can make the best salads and the best guacamole's from the fruits of this tree.

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It’s rather early in the morning. You are standing in the shade of the small shed that sits next to your house and filling the basket for your first delivery trip of today. It's a bit more than usual, since you want to share the ripe avocados. You'll probably have to walk several times, even though you're already packing your basket fuller than is good for it.

You will have to walk very carefully to balance it.

It's already a warm morning, and you're pushing a box of fruit into the back of the shed, where it's still a bit cooler.

You'll have to hurry to finish before the midday heat. Because you definitely don't want to be running around in the sun.

"Hola?" you hear a half-loud voice calling from the front.

Questioningly, you look out of the shed.

"Ah, Bruno!...I mean, Señor Madrigal," you greet the very person who is standing in front of the house door.

When he hears your voice, he looks to the side in surprise. You wave him over and meet him halfway.

"Just Bruno will do."

His voice is quite soft, as if he's not sure he wants you to hear his words.

"Like Julieta."

He pushes something into your hands.

"I'm supposed to give you this from her. As a thank you for the mangoes."

It's a jar of preserved fruit.

"And I'm supposed to give you this from my mother."

You are handed something else. A handwritten note with the list for the fruits Alma had mentioned.

"Perfecto, gracias," you smile at him. "Especially for Julieta's compote."

Now that Bruno is standing in front of you, you notice that you are actually a bit taller than him. But maybe it's because of his slightly stooped posture.

At least he looks more rested today.

"Hola, Señor Madrigal," your mother calls out, who’s just walking around the shed. She has been on the plantation and is carrying another crate full of fruit. You want to rush to help her, but Bruno is actually faster.

"Let me handle this, Señora Méndez."

Faster than you can look, he darts past you and takes the box from her.

"Ah, gracias. Just put it back there with the others," she instructs him, amused. Then she looks questioningly at you.

"We got the order from Señora Madrigal. And a compote from Julieta," you explain to your mother, handing her both. "I'll be out for deliveries in a minute."

Bruno comes out of the shed again and sees the two of you talking to each other.

"I'll be going then," he mumbles and is also about to turn to leave when your mother stops him.

"Wait a minute, Señor Madrigal. Surely you can help my daughter carry her box as well, can't you?"

"Mamá!" you exclaim, more amused than indignant.

"What?" she asks you, "You're walking in the same direction anyway. And Señor Madrigal just proved he’s very helpful and strong."

You roll your eyes a little as Bruno looks between the two of you.

"Of course," he then says politely, taking the box your mother is pointing to.

You reach for your filled basket and together you set off.

"I'm sorry about my mother. If you have somewhere else to go, I don't want to keep you away," you explain to Bruno once you are both out of earshot of the house.

"I’ve got time, Señora Méndez," he replies politely.

"Señorita," you correct him. "But Y/N will do."

You arrive at the first house and you knock. However, no one answers, which is why you just put the fruits on a shady spot near the door.

Bruno has been waiting for you and silently you walk on together. On the way you meet some inhabitants of the village, whom you greet friendly.

They cast curious glances at you, especially at your companion, but since he seems to have a task, they won’t bother any of you.

"I remember your family at one of our festive days," Bruno suddenly mentions.

You look at him questioningly, your mind having just been elsewhere.

"Many years ago," he adds. Before his disappearance. "You hurt your ankle dancing and Julieta gave you some of her carimañolas. Your father told me he planted a new tree and wanted a vision of how it would grow."

"Si, I remember that day too," you say.

Even though you're not sure you saw Bruno that day. You had been very young and you mostly recall the nice music and playing with your friends. And the hurt foot.

"I'm afraid I had to tell him that the tree will never bear fruit. I'm sorry."

You shrug your shoulders.

"That's true. In the year the tree was big enough and bloomed for the first time, my father died," you explain. At the memory of him, your heart still grows heavy. "My mother always says that the tree doesn't bear fruit because of grief."

Bruno stops and looks at you with wide eyes.

"That's...I didn't know that...I'm really sorry."

You turn to him and smile gently.

"It's okay. That was years ago. And life goes on, right?"

In response, he merely nods mutely and continue walking.

House by house, you deliver all your goods. Bruno stays by your side, carrying the box even when it's already empty.

"Just one more address, then I'm done for today," you finally inform him.

No real conversation has arisen between you in the meantime, but it’s not an unpleasant silence. On the contrary, it's a welcome change from the last few men who wanted to 'help' you with your work and who had talked to you non-stop along the way or tried to impress you in some other way.

You head for the big road.

The higher the sun shines, the warmer it gets. At some point you pick up a ribbon and tie your hair up to get a little more air on the back of your neck. With a sideways glance at your companion, you offer him a second hair ribbon.

"Against the heat," you explain in response to his questioning look. Certainly it’s warm under his dark curls, too.

After a moment's hesitation, he takes it and you stop shortly as he ties his hair into a bun.

"I was wondering if it’s exhausting to perform visions?" you want to know as you continue walking.

It's a question you've thought about a few times since you heard people were going to him for it.

It takes him a while to answer you.

"When I do too many in a row. Or the visions are very intense," he explains.

That seems logical to you. Even though you feel like he's only telling you part of what he really has to say about it. He cloaks himself in polite reserve.

"When you see so much of the future, you must not forget to live in today," you think aloud.

"Si, that's right!" he replies, contrary to his previous manner, loud and quickly as if you had just said something very important.

Surprised, you turn your head to him and notice that he is giving you an intense look.

A little embarrassed, you look back at the path in front of you and brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The next time you blink at him, he has assumed his previous posture, but keeps giving you secret looks.

You're not quite sure what to make of it.

"We're here," you say instead, changing the subject.

Somewhat confused, Bruno looks up. He doesn't seem to have been paying attention to where you were walking.

"This is Casita," he states, and you nod.

"The last avocados are for you." You hand them to him and take the empty wooden box from him in return. "Enjoy them. And tell Señora Madrigal that I'll deliver everything for the dinner, okay? Thanks again for helping, Bruno."

He merely nods perplexed as you wave goodbye, glaring after you. Until he realizes what he's doing.

He quickly looks left and right and then disappears into the house.

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https://www.deviantart.com/yuismadness/art/Encanto-Meme-Bruno-Madrigal-901858595

Absolutely agree that Remy is one of his friends.

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Damn that's hot. I feel like i might make Bruno jawline occult later

Beards grow unevenly and sometimes pretty low on the neck and shaping that lower line can make a person look thinner or add definition to a weak jawline. You can actually see in this screenshot how well Bruno maintains his beard, as he not only trims it but shapes the lower line so it goes further in under his chin.

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Oh hey I'm as tall as Mirabel

Tweet from @thejaredbush

Here’s an answer to a question I’ve been asked A LOT - “how tall is Mirabel?!” Official answer: 5’2” - all other characters’ heights are relative to hers, so that’s all I got… except Bruno who has, you know, a seven foot frame and 📷📷📷 along his back. #Encanto

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Based on this, I used this photo:

And several shots from the movie to figure out the rough relative height for the rest of the 15 years and over characters.

So left to right

Luisa: 6'4" / 193 cm

Isabel: 5'5" / 165.1 cm

Julieta: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Agustin: 5'10" / 177.8 cm

Alma: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Mirabel: 5'2" / 157.5 cm

Bruno: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Camilo: 5'3" / 160 cm

Pepa: 5'6" 167.6 cm

Felix: 5'4" / 162.6 cm

Dolores: 5'5" / 165 cm

Antonio could be between 3'6"-3'8" (106.7 cm - 111.7 cm), but he's still only 5 so his height can change with time.

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Always Yours | Bruno Madrigal

Always Yours | Bruno Madrigal x OC(Fem)

Prologue - A Home in the Encanto

fanfic rated mature(M) for language and suggestive scenes

part rated: (T)

word count: >1000

warnings: death, incorrect spanish?

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There was not a day Reina could remember that she felt accepted within her own household. Maybe before she discovered that she could harness the power of the wind at the age of four. However, after that, there was only one person that treated her like a human, a human child that just wanted love, affection, to fit in, and make everyone proud. Her father.

But alas, he had fallen ill after her sixteenth birthday. She had hoped, prayed, done everything she could to try and help him get better, but eventually he had succumbed to his sickness, and she was left alone. I suppose she wasn’t alone; she had her mother who was never blatantly mean to her, but she knew she wasn’t accepted.

The years passed by, and it was always the same thing.

“Witch!”

“Don’t go near her, mijo. She’s dangerous.”

“She shouldn’t be allowed on these streets.”

“Avoid the woman with the dark hair and icy blue eyes, she’s evil!”

The poor woman couldn’t even talk to her mother about it because her mother didn’t care. Her mother had wished for a ‘normal’ child. Reina never got to experience what friendship was, what a loving relationship was like, how it felt to have a loving family when the only person that ever cared was snatched away from her by a cruel fate.

But she was very observant. And her father had taught her so many things. Fortunately for that, she never found it difficult to communicate when necessary, which wasn’t often.

Reina was 30 when she couldn’t take it anymore, when she packed a bag and walked away from her hometown, swearing to never again make use of her ‘curse.’ She was 31 when she finally found the Encanto after hopping from town to town.

A kind woman had led her to a large house belonging to the Familia Madrigal.

“Señora Alma runs the Encanto,” the young woman explains as the two step up to the door and knock. “She would be the best to talk to if you need somewhere to stay.”

“Gracias,” Reina smiles. Never had she received such kindness.

“Anytime. I need to go run some errands now, but I hope you find somewhere to stay!” The woman smiles, waving her hand as she walks away.

“Hello? And who are you? I’ve never seen you before.” An elder woman answers the door, a wary look on her face.

“Um, my name is Reina Camejo. I’m looking for Señora Alma.”

“That would be me.”

“Well, I was looking for somewhere to stay. And this place seems very lovely.”

“How did you get into the Encanto?” Alma was sceptical. It was unusual for people not raised in the Encanto to know of its whereabouts, or find a way in.

“I climbed a mountain.”

“Well, I gathered as much, but how did you know where and how to get in”

“My father used to talk about a place called the Encanto, said it was magical.” Reina admits, looking the elder woman in the eye. “I guess I just wanted to see for myself.”

“Who was your father?” Alma squinted; the woman’s face was familiar to her.

“Samuel. Samuel Camejo.”

“You’re Samuel’s daughter?” Wide eyes stared into each other.

“You knew my dad?”

“Yes, I did. Come in and we’ll discuss.” Alma finally ushered the 31-year-old woman inside and towards the dining table to take a seat. “Where is your father now?”

“He passed away,” Reina sighs. “Fourteen years ago.”

“I’m very sorry. Your father was a friend of my Husband’s,” Alma explains.

“It’s okay. I’ve learnt to cope.”

“Now, we will have a house built for you right away.”

“Thank you so much,” Reina smiles, teary eyed. She never had somewhere she would consider home. She could only hope she had finally found that place. “How much will it be?”

“No, no money. Your father was a good man and did many things for the Encanto. Let’s just say this is our repayment to him.”

“I couldn’t- I mean, surely there’s something?” Accepting something of such a large scale for free. It was not something Reina could bring herself to do.

“How about you help out around the Encanto then? We could always use extra hands.”

“Of course.”

“You can stay in the nursery with my granddaughter Luisa until then. It should only take a few days if we have many people working on it.”

“You’re too kind.” Reina could feel the tears forming in her eyes.

“Oh child, you look like you need a hug,” Alma hugs her tightly. “You will always be welcome here in the Encanto.”

“Gracias, I’m very grateful.”

“Mamá, who’s this?” A tall woman with orange hair and a yellow dress walks into the kitchen.

“Ah Pepa, this is Reina who will be staying with us for a few days while we build her a house.” Alma smiles at her second eldest triplet. “This is my daughter, Pepa.”

“Hola-” Reina waves at the woman who was at least a head taller than her, only to be cut off by a bone crushing hug.

“Oh! it’s great to have another woman in the house!” Pepa pulled Reina back but kept her hands on her shoulders. Only then did she realise the rainbow above the redhead.”

“You, um, have a rainbow,” Reina points up.

“Mamá, you didn’t tell her?” Pepa sighs. “The familia Madrigal is special. We all get a gift when we turn five. My mood effects the weather.”

“Why don’t you show Reina to the nursery, and you can tell her all about it,” Alma smiles. “I have to go get this house started.”

“Sure thing.” Pepa drags Reina along, interlocking their arms. “My hermana can heal anything and everything with her cooking. And my hermano sees the future. It’s horrible, everything he says comes true. He told me it would rain on my wedding, and I ended up marrying in a hurricane.”

“Oh, that wouldn’t have been very good.”

“It was still a glorious day!” A short man cheers, stepping around the corner with a young girl holding his hand. “Mi vida!” He places a kiss on Pepa’s cheek.

“This is Felix, my husband. And this is mi corazón, my daughter, Dolores. She hears everything.”

“That’s cool. How far can you hear?” Reina smiles at the young child.

“All the way to the end of the Encanto!”

“Woah!” The two high-five each other.

“Julieta, my hermana, has two daughters. Isabela makes flowers bloom, and Luisa is only three, so she won’t get her gift for two years. Anyway, this is the nursery.”

“Gracias. You have an amazing family,” Reina for once felt… well normal. She considered mentioning her own abilities but thought against it. All they had done was bring pain thus far.

“Get settled in and I’ll introduce you to everyone else at dinner!”

Maybe Reina had finally found where she belonged.

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Look me in the eyes and tell me Bruno wouldn’t ask Mirabel to make him thirty ponchos that are identical to his so all his rats can match.

Whenever anyone says anything even remotely rude about the rats, he looks them dead in the eyes and goes “Don’t talk to me or my sons ever again.”