#bruno hasn't messed up

[glitternightingale]

Any current encanto thoughts/AUs/headcanons? :D

-gvr

I'm still thinking about the modern au (or prisoner!Bruno au) and how the Madrigals would react when he finally gets released. I've been wanting to write a fic about this for the longest time but idk how wanted or relevant it might be, haha.

I'd imagine it would be Agustín and Félix who would come pick him up from prison, bc, let's be real, no one would be safe with Pepa in the car, especially not before such an emotional moment. Not to mention Pepa would blame herself for what she did in my one-shot where she visits Bruno for the last time.

It's Félix who drives Bruno back home, while Agustín watches over him from the backseat, trying his best to make some lighthearted conversation. But it all turns awkward very quickly since Félix and Agustín can't just brush over what the years of confinement have done to Bruno. They can't just gloss over his drained face, wan gaze and his old clothes that have been out of style for over ten years.

On the other side there's Bruno, whose pulse is rising to his throat as he feels two sets of eyes on him, otherwise so used to being written off as unimportant. He can't get over the looks of thinly-disguised concern on their faces, because how would that connect to his family abandoning him?

He knows he messed up. He knows his family did the right thing when they stopped visiting him.

He knows he deserved it.

So, why is he going back home?

Don't they realize how much of a danger he is to everyone? How much of a burden?

He can't do this to his loved ones.

[especiallyqhere]

Giorno Giovanna's transformation | Golden Arrow AU

Fanfict under the cut ✂️

Leading new team member Trish to the boat that the gang had arrived by, newly crowned Capo, Bruno, watches as Giorno staggers suddenly and falls to his knees convulsing. The whole gang stop in their tracks, watching the blonde groan in agony out of nowhere.

"Uh... Giovanna?" Mista says, crouching next to the blonde to see what was wrong.

Upon touching his shoulder, Giorno keels over and grabs at his head, messing up his perfectly tied hair and ringlets.

"Don't touch him!" Bruno snaps, crouching in front of Giorno to get a better look at him.

Is this the work of an enemy stand? Surely not because Gold Experience hasn't been activated.

"Giovanna... Let me know if you need help!" Bucciarati speaks softly.

As the leader spoke, Giorno cranks his head up to look at him. A stare of confusion and fear looks back at Bruno.

"I...It hurts...Help..." Giorno groans, gritting his teeth to reveal pointed fangs.

"H-Holy shit! Are they fangs?!" A flabbergasted Narancia yells, getting his mouth slapped close by Fugo.

To everyone's shock, Giorno had grown sharp vampire-looking teeth from out of nowhere.

"Everyone! We have to get Giorno to the boat NOW!" Bruno orders, gesturing to Abbacchio to carry him.

Like he had to touch something disgusting, Abbacchio repulsed and tried to argue, but Bruno's face told him not to even try!

He mumbles under his breath and approaches Giorno.

"-We got this Abbacchio!" Mista interrupts, tapping Fugo on his shoulder to ask for help.

Mista and Fugo take the blonde by the shoulders, standing him to his feet as best as he could. Fugo watched as Mista's face fell into a look of absolute horror.

"H-h-hey, Bucciarati..." Mista begins, the sun's shade concealing his face. "He's ice-cold?!? What the fuck do we do?!"

Bruno is taken aback. Surely that can't be true! Giorno is definitely alive and breathing (albeit heavily). For the first time in his life, Bucciarati's mind draws a blank on what to do.

"K... Keep taking him to the boat that's an order!" Bucciarati replies after a beat. "Narancia, use Aerosmith to identify any enemy stands that may be doing this to him!"

Narancia nods nervously and calls out his stand, taking it to the skies as the group help carry Giorno over to the boat which was docked at the harbour.

On Narancia's scanner, there were 6 heartbeats and one very faint one, which could be identified as Giorno's - but no others!

They finally make it back to the boat, Fugo and Mista still carrying Giorno under the arms and Bruno, Abbacchio, Trish and Narancia following close behind. The two take him into the living quarters of the boat, placing Giorno on the sofa. To all of their shock and horror, the blonde made no move, sitting there like a corpse.

"Are-are we too late?!" Fugo lets out a shaky breath, taking his hand to move the hair from out of Giorno's face.

"ACK-!?" As if revived, Giorno takes in a large breath, starting those beside him and causing Trish to yelp and hide behind Bruno.

Giorno looks down at his hands and then back at the group watching him intently.

"...My skin felt like it was on fire..." He mumbles, gently touching his own face.

"G-Giorno, what the hell is wrong with you?" Mista takes Giovanna's shoulders and shakes him lightly.

"Mista..." Bruno snarls, crouching in front of the trio sat on the couch, addressing Giorno.

"Giovanna, I need to know if you are being attacked by an enemy." He continues firmly but his face softens slightly.

"I-I'm not! ...At least I don't think I am!" He pauses to actually pat himself down, clutching his now messy hair and poking at his teeth. "Oh my god..."

Beep ... Beep ... Beep...! Beep ... Beep ... Beep...!

The entire group begins looking around for the source of the noise- it was the laptop. Confused, Bruno reaches over to the laptop that was on the table besides the couch. Several messages from the passione filled the team's Inbox.

One message stood out from the rest: it was a message from the assassin group. It was Ghiaccio.

"Where and what the FUCK did you do with the boss?"

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[gamerbearmira]

Orchids and Lilies might be my new favorite AU and I need more of it now (please). I don't know if you already have any ideas for this AU, but I kinda took it and ran with it, so here ya go. It can be all about how Isabela realizes how awful she was to Mirabel and her slowly fixing that relationship one step at a time while also slowly creeping out of that senorita perfecta box, maybe even leading up to the events of the film and Isabela helping Mirabel save the miracle. It'd be really fun to see that, especially how differently the scenes with Bruno would go, I imagine some of the cracks inside Casita's walls would slowly fade as Isabela and Mirabel fix their relationship and Bruno might make that connection, maybe Isabela would even be a part of the original vision, standing next to Mira, with the vision not only showing a cracked Casita but a crack between the sisters. OH! and I've got the perfect idea for what Bruno's second vision would show, it would show Dolores! The girls will talk with Dolores who will admit she loves Mariano, and Isabela will admit she doesn't want to marry him, leading to Dolores having that "what else can I do" moment as she realizes her dreams aren't impossible, I imagine she'd go wild in her own way, detailing all of her romantic fantasies, it'd be so much fun. And yeah, Isabela would still be courting Mariano, the proposal dinner still happens too, she hasn't completely broken out of her golden child role, Mirabel may or may not know about how Isabela really feels.

YEAHHHHHH I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT GRAHHHHHG 🦅🦅

Honestly I'd love to give more, but this was sort of an idea I had festering in my drafts and randomly decided to finally draw for 😭 I didn't get very far, at least not past the points in the post.

BUT YOUR IDEAS ARE SO COOL❗❗ I definitely did imagine and want them to get closer and make up, like I said, it's essentially a canon divergent; a "what-if" for what would happen if they made up soon in a way??? Anyway, they def pull up to Luisa too, she's not a major focus but they figure it out pretty fast. If they got problems, Lord knows the others do too 😭😭 anyway, I think Mirabel might have an idea on how Isabela feels and pieces it together, pretty quickly, idk

Anyway, yes!!! Dolores!!!! I do also agree that Isabela hasn't completely broken out of the mold. Not quite. But you know, it does help that Dolores does confess. How she goes wild I have no idea yet 🤓☝ but maybe they do try and come up with a plan to either stall or cancel the dinner or mess it up somehow without anyone getting in trouble. You know making it seem like an accident.

Silly idea that since Luisa's problem might be resolved earlier, it could go to Camilo cause. Where's harm in focusing on the warm siblings. Antonio's fine lmao but. Idk Camilo feels like he's always seen as another person and not himself??? Like people always ask him to use his gift to be someone else but not him and he just wants to be him. Bro needs to drop the mask and be straightforward 👹👹👹

This is low effort but 🌚

[dwtsfun]

Dancing with the Stars Season 33 Week 7: Something's Gotta Give

So Jenn was eliminated and I honestly was not shocked. She was the most obvious choice for elimination last week, even with the overscoring of 4 couples. She had her best dance of the season though, so it was a good note for them to go out on. Now before I get into anyone else, I need to vent a bit about the mess that we dealt with last week.

The scoring was atrocious. I am still frustrated by it. Let me tell you why. Ilona came out and while she gave a respectable routine, there were some issues. A 24 was a normal score and definitely deserved. But when you look at Dwight, Joey and Danny's dances and how CAI gave them all 10s (and Bruno giving Joey a 10 as well) while they all had OBVIOUS technical issues, it makes it seem like Ilona was horrible while they all completely knocked it out of the park. And while they did well, they were closer to Ilona in terms of execution than the judges made it seem.

So you think that's it, right? That it can't get any worse? Well, we get to Chandler's dance and it was perfect. You couldn't see a mistake under a microscope. And yet CAI tells her that she can't give her a perfect score because it has more criteria than contemporary and the Argentine tango. What that means? None of us know. She doesn't even know. It's also bull because the Argentine tango has quite a bit of criteria in order to be good and she KNOWS how to properly judge a contemporary dance. And when questioned by Chandler on what she can do to improve (because this is maybe the 4th week that she hasn't gotten an actual critique from her), instead of answering, she hid.

So here's where I'm at. We cannot play these foolish games on this show. Not with scoring. This is how you get dumb results. This is how someone like Tinashe or Demarcus gets eliminated early. This is how you get someone like a Joe Amabile getting 5th and a Bobby Bones winning the whole thing. Is anyone this season like those two? No. BUT, there was a legit chance that we could've lost Ilona or Chandler prematurely. Heck, we still can lose them. Y'all remember how Nastia and Simone were both unjustly eliminated in the semis on their respective seasons? That's because the judges kept zeroing in on complete nonissues in their dances (the same exact thing they're zeroing in on for Chandler). After a while, GP starts to believe it and they vote that way too. I refuse to let them do this and then continue to blame us for wonky results when it's on them! The judges shoulder the vast majority of the blame when those things happen. Yeah, the viewers have blame too. But when the judges' scores count for 50% of the overall total, they have to be more responsible with this. I'm sick of them just doing what tf ever, just like CAI basically admitted to last week. Dwight was out of sync at points. Danny was hunched over and his footwork needed a lot of work. Joey also had footwork issues and his lifts were kinda rough. Jenn was probably the cleanest of them all, but there was one part that was kind of messy toward the end. We need to call things out across the board.

So where does that leave us? Simply put, we need a 4th judge on the panel that can keep everyone in check. Bruno is not that cuz he has his moments too. Derek clearly can't be that person and he be on some bs too. We need someone else that is going to force the judges to respect the integrity of the competition and the dances. Things like this can quickly turn folks away from this show. I've been watching for almost 20 years and I damn near gave up on the season and probably the show at the moment CAI whipped out a 9 for Chandler after giving out 4 undeserved 10s while also acknowledging they were undeserved and also letting us know she had no real reason to not give Chandler a 10. You see how stupid that looks? It felt stupid for me to type that out.

Listen, I sound like a broken record at this point. But the scoring has to be better and it has to be consistent. I'm more mad this week because this was the most egregious occurrence that I have ever seen. You don't get that together, you kill your show. Conrad, come here. Get your talent together. Y'all flying a little too close to the sun right now.

That's all that I have. I pretty much gave my thoughts on each dance in this rant, so I won't do too much more. I'll just say that Stephen had a great night and I'm glad he got a moment to have a really great dance.

My Scores

1 Chandler and Brandon- 30 2 Stephen and Rylee- 28 3 Jenn and Sasha- 27 4 Dwight and Daniella- 26 5 Joey and Jenna- 25 6 Ilona and Alan- 24 = Danny and Witney- 24

[acewithapaintbrush]

Encanto Big Bang Sneak Peak

I've seen some of you share sneak peaks of your stories for @encantobigbang and they have all been amazing and since I can't wait to finally share mine, here is a peak as well. If you are familiar with my Pedro Lives AU you might know what story I'll finally tackle😉

******

"Isa!" she shouts, tugging more insistently. "Isa! Tell Juancho that he is wrong!" 

Isabela can't help but smile. Before the cracks, she'd never spent much time with the kids. They would ask her for flower crowns at parties and she would oblige, but Isa doesn't think she even knew their names back then. And they in turn would always keep their distance, much too scared of messing up her dress or being scolded for annoying princesa Isabela. Isabela used to wonder why Mirabel always let them dodge her every step, but she gets it now and she is so glad that the kids have lost their nervousness around her. 

"Juancho is wrong!" Isabela immediately declares with a serious look on her face. 

The little boy gasps and shakes his cup of coffee at her with trembling fingers. Someone really ought to have a talk with him about that. "You don't even know what we are arguing about!" 

"Don't need to. Boys are always wrong." 

Cecilia laughs and Isabela bends down to offer the little girl a high five. Juancho huffs and puffs and sips at his coffee. "So you and Mariano will marry before Casita is rebuilt?" 

Isabela blinks and tries to keep her smile from slipping right off her face. "What?" 

"It's true love!" The little girl insists with stars in her eyes. "My mama says you don't wait around when you have found true love. So you are gonna marry him real soon, right? Oh oh oh! Can I be a flower girl?" 

"You are too annoying to be a flower girl." 

"Say that again and I'll pour that coffee right over your big, stupid head!" 

Okaaaay. Time for a tactical retreat. This conversation is getting a bit too close to topics Isabela is not comfortable discussing with small children. She still hasn't figured out what to do about the whole Mariano mess and she's done a pretty good job of avoiding the issue. And him, for that matter. 

"Would love to chat, but my uncle is waiting for me." She tries to sound cheerful and gestures behind her to where Bruno is silently waiting for her. "So I really gotta go." 

The kids lean around and stare past her at the space behind her with furrowed brows. 

"What uncle?" 

Isabela turns around. 

Tio Bruno is gone. 

[aeoneri]

Picture this, it's 2010. You've been trying very hard to impress this cute but very clueless guy you met in college gym class, and you become best friends. He has a successful blog (that's still active to this day), and because you wanted to show him that you're also the artsy type (which you were to an extent, though you tend to second-guess yourself a lot), you create your first tumblr.

The first one lost itself to time.

It's now 2013. You just graduated from university. You try your hand again at tumblr, but this time, with your (then, now ex) boyfriend. You used to post religiously, but after joining the workforce and becoming an adult for the first time, the mental strain took a toll on you.

The second tumblr sadly did not gain any traction, and no one liked your art. You leave it abandoned until you decided to delete it late 2014, because you didn't have the heart to do it at first. You have just broken up with your boyfriend, because he hasn't been attentive to your needs, and also, because your college best friend (now co-worker) stirred a mess of conflicting feelings in you with his mixed signals following your unfortunate breakup.

You know your friend doesn't like you that way (he told you so back in college), so you confront him about it and call him out on his behavior. It did not go very well.

So you stop being friends, and while your future selves would become civil with one another as time heals all wounds, you know deep down that what you had would never happen again, and you would always, always, feel awkward around him. Or cringe.

It's now 2015-2016. You begin watching many a Pewdiepie and Markiplier videos to distract yourself from the sadness. The loss of your longtime friendship is hard, but thankfully the videos make you laugh, even for a bit. The way your favorite YT stars brought happiness inspires you to try your hand at being one yourself. You create an account, and another blog, hoping to gain followers connected to your channel. Around this time, you also develop a crush on someone from work who is leagues above you. You want to impress them so badly (they were in the middle of their Masters degree) that you decide to go back to school.

Because you no longer had enough time between your multiple priorities, your Youtube channel suffered. You only lasted 6 months, give or take, before you shut it down for good.

It's now 2022. Encanto came out the previous year, and you finally got the chance to watch it. You loved the movie so much that it creates a spark in you that you thought had gone, and you start writing again. On a whim, you decide to post your work on AO3 (which you've never done before, and you had written a lot of stories in your youth). Months later, you revamp your old YT blog into a fanblog connecting you with other people who are fans of the movie (and of Bruno).

We're now in 2023. Your interests have changed, though the blog remained. You update the blog once more to cover all of your interests, to continue to show your passion, whether it be from your fandoms or your own.

That's my story. That's what brought me to tumblr.

How did you find tumblr?

I really enjoy talking with tumblr users so I thought I'd try posting more prompts to get some conversations started.

I was in a nostalgic mood this week and was trying to remember how I first came to tumblr. It got me thinking that it would be cool to learn other's origin stories. I'll go first.

Even though I'm a big nerd who loves Star Trek (DS9 4 life) and Anime (Fairy Tail forever) it was WordPress that brought me to tumblr. Back in 2010 while in college I worked part time for a WordPress theme shop called Obox Themes. They were looking for new markets and decided that tumblr themes would be a good area to get into. I fell in love with how easy it was to modify my digital home and how there was a whole community of people hacking and releasing themes. Creating a WordPress theme from scratch would have been impossible with my skillset then but with tumblr I could do anything with my handy CSS guide and a few energy drinks.

Over the years what kept bringing me back was the themes. They were funky, weird and sometimes a little broken but who cares. It seemed like the entire web was trying to be grown up but tumblr was Toys R Us, they said it’s ok to be a kid. I loved that. Whenever I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere else I’d come back to tumblr and make a new theme (https://www.tumblr.com/themes/by/nick). I use to love clicking on the installs and seeing what kind of fun folks were using my stuff. What kind of people liked the weird stuff I did. It's your turn. What brought you to tumblr?

[inkydoc]

maybe if i write a list about my stressors it will help with dealing with them? or at least acknowledging that i am indeed stressed would help lol

here is a list in non-list format, mostly just incoherent ramblings. the tl;dr is that family, work and health stuff is stressful. and i'm just so gotdam tired. let me sleep please.

my parents have been out of work for months now and it's starting to take a toll on everything, most of all their well-being but also finances are tight and apparently we've been using too much electricity recently so i can't game on weekdays :"D it's fine, i can do other stuff, but gaming is sadly the only activity that can get my brain to turn off and not think about stupid stuff - maybe i have a problem but also horizon is good :D therapist asked if i think it's an addiction and no, i don't feel like it, i can put it down no problem, but i sure do like how focused i can be on games. i really miss that feeling of focus and flow that i used to have with drawing and for the most part gaming can provide that, but sadly the big boi pc is too power-hungry :D

we don't talk about Bruno drawing, no, no, no :D

boyfriend is really down, like really really down, and i can't help him, most i can do is cry about it and hug him when he lets me - at least he is sharing some of it, as much as he can, which is good, but also heavy... i can deal with that tho, i just don't know what to say honestly, never been big on words XD i wish i could help, i'm very worried about him

my brother is coming home after like 5-7 years and i had to help mom deal with his packages while he is in Japan having fun and it's been a bit frustrating having to message him for info so that we can pay import tax on his stuff, and asking the same thing over and over because he clearly isn't paying attention to what i'm asking, so y'know, i'm a bit salty about that - i'm a bit salty about my brother in general but it's okay, i'll bury it as deep as i can, what else can you do about that

work is a mess right now on multiple fronts, lots of work, not enough people and time, and i can feel myself being so tired that i have genuinely just become rude to everyone around me, both coworkers and customers, it's not a good look

we've been getting as many orders as last christmas rush since the beginning of may, which is a lot, but also we've been doing five people's work with 3 people since last march i think, more than a year basically, so going full christmas mode for months with like one week of pto back in june is just the icing on the exhaustion-cake - and going on pto guilty knowing that two people aren't gonna be able to do everything needed and then coming back from pto to two weeks chaos because the guy who brings in the books was on vacation and then your coworker was on pto leaving you to be one of the two people doing the job means that one week is like it wasn't even there, and i'm just so tired i actually just can't stop crying sometimes

trying to find a new coworker hasn't really worked out yet, the one person who tried lasted a week and then we didn't exactly have time to find someone else which just makes everything more and more overwhelming

and to top it all off the vibes are rancid, everyone is tired and irritable and i just end up not talking to anyone and just listening to youtube when i'm alone and it's not really great when it's just three people in the office - we used to joke around and generally be a fun group, but y'know, we are tired and cranky and tensions are building, i honestly fear when it's gonna blow

but also i'm so so so tired i just don't feel like i can socialise like i used to

i can barely take care of myself or do my chores at home, like i don't remember the last time i brushed my teeth, i very often skip showering for days, it takes me a month to do two loads of laundry and who knows when was the last time i changed bedsheets or vacuumed (well last weekend but before that i literally don't remember, the dirt on the floor was very visible sadly) - all this makes me feel like a failure as a human being, like i can't even do the most basic things and i feel thoroughly disgusted by myself

i went to the doctor with the near constant headaches and messy sleep and even messier periods i've been having (it's not a recent thing, me having headaches, but the last couple of months it's gotten worse) and so now i gotta go to a bunch of doctors to get checked out but wait times are very very long :"D i got lucky i can get an ultrasound for pcos in november lol - naturally doctor visits are stressful, i hate it, and i also hate measuring my blood pressure 3 times a day but what can you do (forget to do it, that's what, my sheet is pretty spotty so far). i gotta go to a nerve doc, a junk doc and possibly an eye doc because at this point who knows why my head hurts and why i can't sleep, apart from all the stress XD and it's not helping much that i can only call neurology between 7-8 am, i'm lucky if i can kick myself out of bed for work at 8:50 lol

i keep forgetting more and more things, and tbh i'm not sure it's because of the stress or the tiredness or something worse, and i keep making mistakes and then bashing myself for it, i hate it

i've been going diligently to a psychologist for quite some time now, mostly to work through some recent-ish stuff but also to figure out why i'm the way i am, and idk i feel like i'm not really making progress. that could be my perfectionism talking, and also y'know how everything is my fault and i still don't know where that came from :D maybe i should ask her what could be wrong apart from being tired - like is it a big cup of depresso espresso, or is it extra jitter, or am i just really that tired? maybe my hormones are out of whack?? who knows??? i hate that i do not know!!! and i'm terrified of having to go to so many doctors!!!!

sleeping is such a deep need and yet here i am dreading it because i can't fall asleep easily because i can't get my brain to shut up, and then i randomly wake up in the middle of the night, my heart pounding, because i have this vague sense of having to do something to prevent something horrible from happening, each time a bit different, but so visceral i have trouble calming my heart to go back to sleep - the worst thing is that i never remember what it was that i had to do or had to prevent, but i remember flailing my arms around very often when that happens :"D like i'm pointing at random stuff or brushing something to the side, and quite often i feel like someone rearranged my room when i wake up like that :""D and when i do fall asleep i have very weird and vivid dreams about magic and life and work, so great stuff all around

[railagainstflinch]

I deeply despise Bruno Major; he emanates all the evil spirits on Earth.

When I first heard "Regent's Park," I was livid, inside my home.

Safe, safe, safe. The treasure is yours. Inside my bone.

It was the fifth of June, I think, just hours before my birthday. I lay in bed.

Two thousand and twenty years have passed since our savior bestowed upon us undeserved salvation. It's unearned as hell.

I am turning nineteen, and we all know that being nineteen is not a very good thing, especially for a poet who hasn't accomplished anything yet.

Overflowing with love and gritted teeth, like bone and marrow separated by an arrow large enough to fit a whole choir.

That very night, the choir is singing, as I wrote a love letter to my yearning half.

I told her she's alright and that I love her.

I checked up on her wound; she was wounded that very morning by a metal shard, a debris of her old house.

Once I made sure that the wound was clean, and the dogs were tucked up, and the glow in the dark stars were faded and fated to luminous memory, I told her it's time for our inherent dreaming to part, but I don't really want to say farewell just yet. There is so much more to say.

It's just that Bruno Major fucked me up so bad, and spring days never felt the same, and the hundred poems were never sent, but this love letter of messed-up ink somehow did.

This should have never left the tip of my brain. It was not fated; and I didn't feel anything.

Bruno Major brainwashed me.

Fuck that shell of a man.

It didn't rain, and I didn't wish for it either. What a beautiful spring day. To be in love and not know what to do with it.

You are still out there; you exist, and that will get me through anything.

Do you know how important that was to me?

[lloyd-got-a-knife]

Five year old Bruno who just got his Gift and is just so excited and he can't really see big things yet, so the stuff he tells people about their future is still like "you'll find a pretty flower tomorrow" and cutesy small visions like that and the townspeople all think he's adorable because he's still at that age where being a little "weird" and "quirky" is considered cute and his visions are seen as a cute lil thing, especially since they're being told by this adorable, bright eyed five year old kid

But as he gets older and his Gift evolves and he starts to understand the world better his visions twist. Every once in a while he has to deliver bad news to people. Sometimes devastating news. He hates it, but luckily it doesn't happen that often.

When he's eight people start to look at him weird when he hides behind Alma. The other kids laugh when he panics after they "jinx" something. The adults start to whisper about how he's often playing alone. A girl asks him about her sick goldfish and he tells her the truth and makes her cry

One day when Bruno is ten he finds himself unable to breathe after having a vision about one of the old ladies from town dying. It takes his mamá two hours to calm him down. People don't ask him for visions for fun anymore and Bruno understands why. He doesn't really see the fun in it either anymore

Bruno is thirteen, an age he has really dreaded. Something has to go wrong at thirteen, right? He spends the whole year just waiting for whatever that might be

Bruno is fifteen. He got into a fight with his mamá after he said he hated his Gift. Pepa screamed at him after one of his visions made her thunder. Julieta said she knew he didn't mean to mess everything up, but he could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't want him around either

Bruno is seventeen and he has started thinking about running away. People have started to avoid him on the street. They think he doesn't notice. The other kids call him names and treathening to push him into the river. Bruno secretly wish that they would.

Bruno is twenty and his mamá is starting to push him about marriage. Bruno doubts she could find anyone interested which is confirmed when she stops pushing pretty quickly. Bruno is secretly relieved. He has started talking to the rats that lives in the walls of Casita and they all agree he's better off alone

Bruno is twenty three and he missed his own birthday party. He doesn't really care, but he's a bit sad that he also missed his sisters'. There were just so many people and he knew none of them wanted him there. He didn't wanna ruin Pepa and Julieta's day. Julieta left a piece of cake in front of his door, but he didn't touch it

Bruno is twentyfive, but looking at him you'd think he was at least forty. His forehead has deep wrinkles and the bags under his eyes look like he haven't slept in ten years. He certainly feels like he hasn't too so maybe there's something to it. His nightly ritual has started getting pretty long to avoid getting bad visions while he sleeps. His mamá once found him repeating his routine at 1 AM because it still didn't feel right and he didn't wanna risk it. She wasn't amused

Bruno is twentyseven and he just ruined his sister's wedding. He was trying to help, he really was... but as usual he made things worse. He didn't even stay the full ceremony. He knew showing up was a bad idea. He had snuck back out as soon as his mamá had taken her attention off him and he made sure to avoid all the cracks on the road as he made his way home

Bruno is twentyeight and he didn't show up to Julieta's wedding despite her insisting. Julieta didn't comment on it, but she also didn't speak to him afterwards. He knew it was shitty, but he would've just made it worse if he had shown up

Bruno is thirty and his two nieces are the sweetest kids he has ever seen. They're still too young to understand that they should keep their distance to him. Bruno does his best to keep that in mind for them

Bruno is thirtytwo and Julieta dragged him out of his room to met his new niece. She's the sweetest thing and Bruno almost says yes to hold her before he gets an uncomfortably strong thought about dropping her and quickly excuses himself

Bruno is thirtythree and his two oldest nieces have gifts of their own now. Isabela seems to be thriving and takes after her mother in quickly getting an idea of how to use her powers. Dolores has been keeping a lot to herself after her ceremony and people are starting to look at her weird for the way she flinches at the slightest sound. Bruno tries to help her work through it, but he can't help but worry that his sweet niece takes too much after him

Bruno is thirtyfive and he prefers to avoid the family altogether. The family is growing steadily and his sisters are expecting again. He has started having more involuntary visions, his rituals only doing so much to halt them

Bruno is thirtyseven and his mamá got mad when she found out he's not coming to Luisa's gift ceremony. She used some nasty words he wasn't even sure what meant, but after that she left him alone

Bruno is forty and Mirabel didn't get a gift. When his mamá asked to speak with him in private he already knew what she would ask of him. At first he refused. He didn't do visions anymore. She knew that. But, hearing the way her voice broke as she begged him, he obviously can't say no. He looks into the future and what he see is... concerning. There's no way Mirabel would hurt the magic or the family, but... he knew how it would look to everyone else. He couldn't let her grow up with a burden like that. He takes one final look at his door, before he leaves

Bruno isn't sure how old he is. In theory he should know. He has been listening in on every family celebration, but he kinda lost track. It doesn't matter anyways, what matters is that his family is safe... for now... as long as no one sees the vision

Bruno is fifty and he's finally home

[unabashednightmarepizza]

Post canon Bruno with a younger pregnant wife??😩 He wasn’t expecting he’d ever get any of this or even think he deserves it and he’s the sweetest most loving boy maybe a little anxious he doesn’t want to mess this up

《 You Are A Good Man and... A Good Father》

A/N: I've been reading works of Bruno as a father and was waiting for a request like this!! If you didn't request this, dear anon, I'd have started to write one myself. A side note here: READER WILL BE IN HER LATE TWENTIES AND EARLY THIRTIES!

ೃ⁀➷Bruno Madrigal( He/Him) x Fem!Pregnant!Wife! Reader

ೃ⁀➷Word Count: 1,7+

ೃ⁀➷ Tag-list: @dai-tsukki-desu @camerondiaz48104 @unwanted-dying-soul @tigreost @shuru @agreatcheesecakestudentstuff @itsmesmileyface

Life has become even more lively and colorful after moving to energetic and cheerful town.

The idea of moving wasn't an easy one to make. It took a lot of courage to move from a big city to a small town with your siblings and nieces and nephews. You almost broke your neck to convince your family but even if they complained about your stubborness to get away from the stress of the city, they were happy of the outcome.

Of course, for the people of the town who hasn't seen anyone new coming to the town, your family has become the next big talk, making your family a well-known one.

Well... After the Madrigal Family.

You learnt of the thing that happened to the important family which was important for the town's people. How Casita was destroyed, how the whole village was rebuilt with other's help and how the family lost their gifts...

You felt guilty though, feeling as if you were like an intruder after learning everything they went through as a whole town.

What you didn't expect was a woman's voice interrupting the conversation you were having with a neighbour.

"Excuse me but, hearing this kind of words made me feel bad... you have nothing to be guilty about."

When you lifted your head to see a very tall young woman, you looked at her with a shocked face, not being used to see such a strong and tall woman. You felt your cheeks got hotter and waved your sheepishly at her.

"Ah, sorry about that. I just couldn't help myself but to feel... Anyways, what was your name, dear? I have the worst memory of names, really..."

"No need to apologize ma'am! I'm Luisa Madrigal. It's nice to meet you!"

You two shook your hands and exchanged names, after having a pleasant conversation with the teen. She let out a gasp and turned to look at her home that was away from the town.

"By the way señorita (L/N), Abuela wanted to meet you and your family! That's what we do when there is someone new here but since it's been a long time she wanted to throw a party for you!"

And by accepting the invitation, even though you didn't know, you really changed your life.

For good.

Although it's been about 3 years since the first step of your life's change, old memories still make you smile and feel like you're a young girl in love.

The “love” part was true though...

When the first light of the morning hits your eye and breaks your good sleep, you grumbled and couldn’t help yourself but straighten up and looked at the man sleeping next to you. 

His curls, although they fell on his face, made him look so innocent that it made your heart feel so full of love. Since you couldn’t wait for him to wake up, you put your hand on his chest and started to plant multiple kisses across all over his face.

"Bruno... mi cariño~~ The love of my life, my dear husband~"

You cooed and continued to lay teasing kisses all over his face and neck and by the subtle smirk on his face, which was a proof that he wasn't sleeping and just pretending, he finally opened his eyes to look at you lovingly with the sleep still evident in his eyes.

"Mi ceilo, don't wiggle around too much. We wouldn't want to hurt the baby with our love..."

You threw your head back with a groan and sat on the bed you shared with him, letting him get up as well. You looked around the room you were sitting, looking at all the little trinkets you had with Bruno and seeing that he kept all of them with himself made you think about the first time you two met.

"Uhm... Hello? How are you?"

You looked at the man in front of you, playing with his fingers anxiously. He was standing in the middle of two tall women, Julieta and Pepa who were his triplets. They were smiling excitedly at you, obvious that they were as excited as you were to meet them. But you weren't going to lie...

The man looked so tiny and cute between his sisters.

You couldn't help but giggle at them, being amused to see them be all different than each other. You always heard that twins and multiple siblings can have different mannerisms but actually seeing one was even more wholesome.

"Hola, my name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I'm so glad to meet you all!"

The two women grinned at you and told their names to you, the one in the yellow dress was so eager to hug you though.

"What a lovely and kind woman you are! We're happy to have you and your family-OHHH LOOK AT THE KIDS! THEY'RE SO CUTE!!"

You stand there awkwardly while the rest of your family was having the time of their lives. You realized another one near you and looked around to see the man you talked to a few minutes ago.

You extended your hand out to him and grinned joyfully while he jumped slightly at seeing a hand in front of him so suddenly.

"I couldn't get your name earlier... If that's okay, would you give me your lovely name?"

He flushed at the end of your sentence and looked at the hand between you and him while thinking to himself, She thinks my name is fancy?, being giddy inside. He threw some salt over his shoulder which you looked at curiously and took your hand in his.

"It's Bruno... Nice to see you in our town!"

"It's a pretty name for a cute man like yourself!"

"H-huh..?"

At the end of his sentence, his voice came out louder without him realizing out of shock and he cringed at it, thinking he weirded you out. But you had a resssuring smile and before you were able to talk, you saw a rat come out of his poncho.

You were startled to see a rat, not because you were disgusted by it but you didn't expect it. You had a one-year-old nephew who would pat the weirdest things and try to put it in his mouth.

But Bruno didn't think like that, thinking that you didn't like them just like everbody else.

"Hey, there... How are you all doing?"

Well, to cut it short, the rats liked your reaction and Bruno?

He felt the so-called butterflies and felt his heart beat as if it wanted to rip out. Seeing his friends slither over your arm and you not being disgusted made him feel... flustered

He watched your family and his own walk towards the Casita and you waved him to follow after everyone. He looked at your back with widened eyes when he realized something.

" Oh Díos, did she just flirt with me!?"

You giggled at the memories and rubbed your swollen stomach. He watched you with adoration and took your other hand to plant a kiss on it. You swatted his chest playfuly and swung your legs down to get up from the bed.

"Come on, sleepyhead! We need to get down for breakfast and I need to help Julietta."

He chuckled and nodded his head while watching you wear your green clothes to match with him. He looked around and spotted two little cribs with hourglass pendant on it in several shades of green. He walked up to them and took the little onesies in his hands with slight tears in his eyes.

"I never thought I'd have this, y'know? Thought I was too old to have any kids... to have... my little family... When I stopped to hope, you came into my life..."

"Thank you so much, mi vida... Thank you so much..."

"You deserve to be happy, mi vida... You're a very good man and will be a great papá."

You widened your eyes in shock and waddled to where his small form was standing. You took him into your arms and pat his curls between your hand. Pregnancy hormones affects him more than me...

Kissing his forehead, he hugged you while being careful to your swollen tummy. You cooed at him and rubbed his back, backing off to look at him, you kissed his nose and your lips stayed for several minutes. You kissed his eyes and cheeks, wiping the tears away.

You kissed his forehead one last time and felt two strong kicks in your stomach, making you wince in pain and Bruno panic since even he felt it.

" Are you okay, mi corazón!! It was a strong k-kick! Should I get Julietta? What kind of a question i-is th-that, of course I should- JULIE-"

"Calm down, calm down! I'm fine, dear. I believe they are just as angry as me because of the way you think of yourself... Or they��re angry because you didn’t do your telenovelas like usual..."

He was still unsure and your teasing didn’t ease him, even though he flushed at the thought of his babies loving his telenovelas, so he put his ear on your stomach to talk to the kids with anxious, big eyes.

" My loves, please don't give me a heart attack like that!! I'll not say things like that again so please don't hurt your mommy... And don’t worry, I’ll tell you what will happen later this night..."

He sighed in relief and looked up at you while extending his hand out.

"You know, I'm glad that your room no longer has long stairs like Mirabel said... I believe I'd die while walking up in this position... Thanks Casita!"

The house opened its windows and waved enthusiasticly at you, moving the bricks happily. You smiled at it and took your husband's hand gladly but before you could exit your shared room, an angry Julietta with a rolling pin, a Pepa with a big cloud above her head and a Luisa with a huge vase over her shoulders barged into the room.

"WHO DO WE NEED TO BEAT!!"

"IS THERE AN INTRUDER??!!"

"I'M READY TO PROTECT YOU TÍA (Y/N), TÍO BRUNO!!"

Bruno clinged to your arm while letting out a scream at their loud and sudden voices whereas you laughed 'till your stomach hurt.

They were really gonna be the best family for your babies and you loved every piece of the times like this.

[carlgrimm]

Hello i am a homo that saw your post asking for homos to ask Bruno and Camilo fics so here I am, a homo, in need of Bruno and Camilo stuff. So i would like to request like one shots (if you do that) on how Bruno and Camilo would be like in a relationship (separately, in case you misunderstand) with their bf (the reader). Y'know like in general (also with the reader being Hispanic or at least being able to speak Spanish if you can do that you don't have to though)

I don't want to mess up the being Hispanic part, so I will try? to do the speaking Spanish

Camilo

He's cocky but he hasn't been in a relationship that wasn't like those kid ones where u date for a day or two or completely forget u were anyway

Nervous asf around you in general

Hes so sweet though

Constantly bringing you food from Julieta, especially when u have any injury, even a small graze, and telling you its just from a bakery

Making Isabela grow your favourite plants and flowers to bring to you

He loves speaking Spanish with you, especially calling you cute nicknames, it feels closer and it gives him a rush, even though he knows you can understand what it means

He is a simp, speak to him in Spanish and he will do whatever you say

Its like it flips a switch in him, he strives to make you happy, more so than the other people in Encanto

The boy loves you, its clear

You'd have to be blind to not see that, and you were when he was trying to ask you out at first

He sneaks around as other people in town to sneak up behind you and suprise you with hugs and kisses

The other townspeople were already used to it anyway, just like they were used to Pepa and Felix's and Julieta and Agustín's display of affection

It must have been a Madrigal thing

Bruno

Hes definitely scared

You're from Encanto, and the townspeople didn't give him a very good reputation, and making up doesn't erase all of that

Its his first relationship and its VERY obvious

This man is a ball of nerves when it comes to relationships in general

So worried that he's gonna do something wrong

But he's so caring

He doesn't want you to feel unloved or like a bad omen like he did

He trusts his rats with you

He likes to be smothered and to smother you

He trusts you with anything, his family loved you so much

When you had to be separated he would always leave one of his most trusted rats with you, if anything happened it would be able to tell Hernando so he could run in and save you

Whenever one of you were nervous for whatever reason, you would whisper reassurances on Spanish

It was Bruno's idea, he randomly suggested it, saying it helped him when it came from you, and you decided to take it on

He was always sweet, it was surprising that he hadnt been in a relationship, he knew what to say when it came to you

[vivinightingale]

How about this?? Mass effect headcanons for Garrus and Tali (separate) reacting to seeing their girlfriend!reader singing and dancing?? I kinda got this idea when I was watching Encanto and I heard “We don talk about Bruno”

I haven't even seen that movie yet, and I know that song 👀 it's a great song js

Also! The reader is a medical assistant to Dr.Chakwas, if that's not what you imagined then let me know and I can change it

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Being the last in medical bay had its pros and cons. Though you had to be the one to clean up, and put things in order . You still got to indulge in your hobbies without the watching eyes of the crew. You LOVED to sing and dance, but never did it in front of others because you didn't want to seem like a bumbling mess. So when the crew got together for their parties they assumed you didn't know how to and just left you alone.

Imagine your partners surprise when they went to medical bay for your little date just to see you singing and dancing so amazingly!

Tali vas Normandy

She was excited for the date the two of you had planned. Unable to sit still she arrived earlier then expected. As she walked by the window to the door she spotted you.

Lost in the muffled rythem you were singing and dancing to a song she didn't recognize, but seeing you dance made her want to know more.

She was so enraptured by your dancing she didn't notice you turned around till your hips stopped swaying, and you stood there face red.

Tali was quick to get into the room, and gush at you. "You didn't tell you could dance!." Her hands cup your already redden face as she continues to gush.

"It was very.....hypnotizing. you should definitely do more dancing." She smiled as she leaned her forehead against yours.

Garrus Vakarian

It was completely by accident. He was heading to the upper decks to throw some jokes with Joker when he just so happen to walk by med Bay.

He looked over to see you dancing and singing to a song he was all too familiar with. He has heard you mumble the song under your breath multiple times so though he hasn't heard the orginal he knew the song.

But the sway of your hips is what really drew him in. Maybe it was his turian instincts, but by Gods he couldn't take his eyes off of them.

When you turned during your dance routine is when you saw him standing at the open window, his mandibles moving slowly obviously please by what he saw.

He poked his head in a smirk playing on his face. "You will have show me those...moves later." He chuckles as he walks away leaving you a red fumbling mess

[naoko-world]

OK so today we're August 7 and it's Isabela's birthday! I really wanted to do something for that day, especially since I like Isabela a lot. I just didn't know what exactly.

In the end I wrote that big ficlet, almost a OneShot, with Baby Isabela at the moment she came to be.

At the end of the month I'm posting the same with Dolores! More ansgty though while this one is fluff.

Enjoy! And Happy birthday Isabela!

You can also find it on Ao3!

No warning, fluff, a bit of angst.

Agustín's point of view.

812 words

Isabela is born!

Synopsis: On that day of August 7, Julieta Madrigal gave birth to the very first Madrigal grandchild, Isabela. Here is the story of how everyone was so excited and hopeful for what will be the golden child.

In the Encanto, inside of the Madrigal's house, on August 7. That day, babies' cries got themselves heard, announcing the big news: Julieta finally gave birth to her baby, a girl she and her husband called Isabela. 

Agustín had been with her for the work, helping and giving her support for the hardest parts of the process. They got Abuela's help too, who then called the rest of the family from outside Julieta's room when the baby had stopped crying and had been fed. 

They all hurried into the room, starting to fawn over the girl when seeing her, claiming how pretty she was. 

"She has Julieta's eyes!"

"Look at her cheeks!"

"His nose is adorable!"

And so on, making Agustín smile with pride added to the happiness he was now feeling. Now Abuela would stop saying Julieta could have made a better choice! He could see on her face she indeed stopped thinking that, which made Agustín feel incredibly satisfied with himself. 

Suddenly, with a bit of shyness and anxiety worrying Agustín, Bruno asked his sister "Can I...um...hold her?"

"Wha- No! Sorry Bru-"

She yawned, showing how exhausted she was, making Agustín feel ashamed. He hasn't been thinking about his wife's well-being! How could he? He sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her to entice her to lean on him, which she did with bliss. 

He then felt Bruno's expression saddening, hearing him mumbling "Yeah of course. I understand, a baby is fragile and I could make her fall or something worse."

"It's not that, Bruno", Agustín assured him. "But I and Julieta trained with Alma to learn how to carry a baby and even we aren't sure we won't mess it up. Julieta is simply not at ease with someone else carrying her baby."

Bruno smiled sadly, showing an understanding look that Agustín knew meant he actually understood. 

In a clear attempt to change the topic, Pepa rubbed her tummy, saying enthusiastically "I hope mine will be a girl as pretty as this one! Can't wait for the day I'll give birth too!"

"Statistically it's improbable", noticed Bruno with a raised eyebrow while Agustín was praying for him to stop speaking. "Especially since the genes won't be the same, both girls won't look the sa-"

He got interrupted by Pepa's stare, Agustín ready to assume he was pretty used to his sister's face change. She obviously didn't look happy about her brother's reasoning, confirmed by a cloud appearing above her head, lightning already starting to appear in it.

"Thanks Bruno, I was in a good mood and it's all ruined!"

"Cool down Pepi!" interrupted Félix with a smile before it could go farther. "I'm sure Bruno didn't mean it badly."

Bruno nodded, hiding in his oversized ruana with scared eyes. Agustín wanted to go support him, reassuring him like he did pretty often, but he couldn't leave his wife's side if he didn't want both her and the baby to fall. So he watched as Félix managed to calm his wife down while Bruno was making himself low in shame. 

This is the moment Alma chose to hope, keeping her eyes on Isabela with an appreciative look "She's indeed so pretty! A perfect little baby girl who'll surely become a perfect grown woman."

Then, with a thoughtful look and a smile, she added, "I wonder what her gift will be! Surely something as pretty and perfect as her, like flowers or even music without needing instruments."

Hearing her talking, Agustín couldn't help but shiver. It was basically nothing, she only said something even he was thinking of. A bit. Something in him however was telling him to run with his wife and baby, and hide a few years away from Casita. 

But they couldn't do that! They were at home at Casita. Besides, it was completely natural to think about Isabela's future gift. He was hoping for his girl to get a gift that would make her the happiest on earth, something she'll love doing. Even if she didn't get a gift, as long as she was happy he would be glad for her.

"Bruno!" called Alma while turning to her son. "Let's look into her future, I wanna see what gift she'll get."

"I'm not sure mamá", Bruno argued nervously. "What if it's not something you would like to see? I mean-"

"Bruno." she interrupted him.

They locked eyes, Alma staring at him with a mysterious look making him lower himself a bit more, hesitating. Agustín could tell Bruno really didn't want to use his gift. Alma could probably too since she sighed, understanding, conceding "I guess. Do as you want I gu-"

"I'll do it." 

"Oh...Perfect!"

With a smile, she followed him out of the room. Agustín turned back his eyes toward his wife, thinking he probably should be careful in the future. 

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Part 2!

The next day as Bella woke up going into the kitchen hoping to beat her family to breakfast and go to work early.

As she ate her food and left she quietly and quickly left the house. She thought things would be easy until "Morning Bella!" Said Camilo she groaned "Hi Milo."

"So where are you headed?" "To work. " "I'll join you. " "No..no there's no need." "Yes there is mama said I had to watch you to keep you safe if not she'll flood the village like she did when you where 16."

Bella left the house and never told anyone thus having Pepa flood the village 😑.

The teenage boy influenced her to sneak away that's when all hell broke loose and she never snuck out again.

"Ok ok you can come." "Great also Tia Julieta packed some of her healing meals ."

Disappointed that she couldn't use her beautiful long hair she spoke "I was actually going to use my hair milo. " He looked at her with a stern look "No don't ever use your hair on anyone else in the village..ever!"

"Ok ok jeez I'm just kidding Camilo! " She wasn't but she knew that was better then arguing with Camilo and the others.

"Ok good girl. " He pet her head as they went to work.

Lunch time

Bella walked to the stairs hoping not to see her family until Agustin saw her "Mija how was your day?" "Oh great papa." He looked at her hair as if he was examining it like he always does.

"I didn't use it papa." "She didn't use it tio." Said Camilo "Good must make sure that you are safe." He hugged her tight before walking into the kitchen.

"Antonio your shift! " Said Camilo as he went to shower as his brother walked down the stairs smiling "So..what do you want to do?"

"Nothing but rest." He shook his head as he took her to his room with his pet cheeta "Long day huh?" "Yup. " "Camilo watched you again huh?" "Yes and yes boy this family is a piece of work!" She said stuffing her face in a pillow.

"Look at this way everyone here loves you. "

"Yes I know tonio I know maybe that's the problem they love me too much."

"Lunch is ready guys!" Said mirabel

As everyone ate Bella wondered how would it be if she healed someone with her hair? Again like she use to? "Uh..we did well with the food today mama." "Oh great job mija and Camilo told me all about it I'm so proud of you! "

Oh how she wished she could be like other girls in the village..free.

Dolores saw She wasn't eating her favorite food. "Sis are you ok? You haven't touched your favorite food?" Everyone turned to see that she hasn't taken the first bite which worried them especially Julieta she got up to check her fevor.

"Oh dear are you sick?" "No mom I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "...well no actually. " Isabella got up "Who's Messing with you again I'll finish them!" "What no?! It's no one It's just that I wonder why I don't use my gift? "

"You did use your gift today you painted that beautiful picture on the wall near the river, a couple of houses-" "No Camilo I'm talking about my hair!"

She said frustrated everyone looked at her then at Mirabel "Bella you know what abuela said about using your hair-" she said calm but Bella as had enough

"No! No I don't know Mira why don't you tell me?!" "Bella-!" "No Julieta this is crazy!"

"Bella!" "Bella do not speak to your mother that way!" Said Agustin as she got up from the table "I don't know what crazy secrets your hiding but I'm so done I'm leaving!"

"No you can't! " Said Pepa thundering in fear "Why?! I'm old enough to take care of myself now! "

The cracks in the wall showed up as she walked up the stairs as Bruno was getting scared "No no no mija you..you must stay here!"

"Why tio Bruno? " "because you have to..you- before he could say anything Pepa covered his mouth "shush mama said to not speak about this and we keep our word." She whispered to her brother "I'm leaving. " I'm sorry you can't escape us my dear. " Camilo charged at her pinning her to the ground "Hold still sis."

Julieta pulled out a needle "What is that?!"

She scramed "Something that'll help you forget this..f o r e v e r." She said sticking her in her arm "Soon everything will be the way it should be."

Cliffhanger!

[acewithapaintbrush]

If you're still taking prompts, how about some Alma being protective of Bruno once he comes back?

"I need a prophecy."

Alma takes a deep breath and folds her hands in front of her stomach. She is blocking Casita's doorway. Nonetheless she tries her best to look accommodating, while at the same time keeping the man in front of her from entering their home. 

She likes Emanuel well enough. His parents had been dear friends and good people, even though they have apparently failed to instill some manners into their only child. 

An uncomfortable thought enters her head. 

Maybe it isn't so much a lack of manners, but a sense of entitlement. An entitlement the entire village seems to share in regard to her son's time and services and his gift. An entitlement she had done nothing to curb in the last fifty years. 

'I need a prophecy.' 

That sounds so familiar. She has heard that sentence a lot over the years. Not a question. A demand. One she had been all too willing to fulfill. 

But that's not the truth either, is it? It hadn't been her dealing with the demands, but her son. Her son, who hadn't been willing at all, but who had done it anyway because years of guilting and insisting had whittled away at his ability to say no. 

He still has trouble saying no and that is Alma's fault. 

It's time for her to do what she should have done the first time a polite request had turned into an entitled demand. 

"I assume," she drawls and straightens her posture "that I'm supposed to translate this into 'Can your son give me a prophecy, please,'?" 

The last word leaves her lips like a gunshot. 

Emanuel looks taken aback by the vitriol in her voice. "Uhm… I guess?" 

"What do you need this prophecy for?" 

The man bristles and blushes and that tells Alma everything she needs to know. He probably wants to know if his wife will cheat on him once again. Alma wonders why he thinks that the answer will be different from the other dozen times he's asked. 

Odette is a passionate girl trapped in a loveless marriage. What answer does he expect? 

"That's private!" 

"Well, I'm afraid I can't let you in then. You see, Bruno doesn't give prophecies anymore unless it is a life or death kind of situation. And even then he might decline."

"This is life or death." At Alma's raised eyebrow he grows even more agitated. "She promised she won't do it again. I need to know what's going on between her and the baker." 

"How about you ask her instead of my son?" 

"No! I need a prophecy! I want a prophecy! It's your son's duty." 

Alma breathes deeply. 

'They need your visions, son. It's your duty!'

The nausea threatens to overwhelm her, but she won't show weakness now. 

"The answer is no." 

Emanuel looks like he might try to push past her, but Casita rattles the door menacingly and he steps back. He is breathing hard, but then a glint enters his eyes. 

"Guess I'll have to ask your son himself the next time I see him in the village. He'd always been so accommodating, I'm sure I can make him see reason." 

Bruno might see 'reason', but what Alma sees is red. 

"So you need a prophecy that badly, Senor?"

Emanuel winces at the stiff address. He knows he has messed up, but there is no going back now. 

"Si!" 

"This is apparently of utmost importance to you." Alma pats his arm and leans in. "So allow me to take care of this myself. Here is your prophecy: your wife and the baker will make a very cute couple once she finally finds the courage to leave you and pursue him."

Emanuel sputters and huffs. "That's not-" 

"You are right." Alma hasn't rudely cut off anyone like that in years and it feels good. "That's not really a prophecy, since everyone knows about their feelings except you. So here is another one. On the house, so to speak." She leans even closer and lowers her voice. "If you dare bother my son about this or any other prophecy, they won't ever find your body." 

Alma doesn't think she is that scary. How could she be? Over 70 years old and so much smaller than Emanuel? But the man blanches alarmingly and hurriedly puts distance between them. 

"The council will hear about this!", he shouts and runs away. 

Alma is not worried. Let him go to the council to tell them that the holder of the candle, poised and kind Alma Madrigal, has threatened him. 

Let's see how much they will believe him. 

She closes the door and upon turning around only jumps a little when she comes face to face with her grinning nieto. 

"Abuela!" Camilo exclaims with way too much glee. "Didn't know you had it in you!" 

"I have no idea what you are talking about, hijo." Alma sniffs and walks past him with her nose held high "And I expect you to keep this to yourself." 

"Sure thing, Abuela." After a short pause he adds "I'm sure Isabela would help you, though. I heard she's experimenting with flesh eating plants." 

Alma doesn't react. It wouldn't be appropriate. 

But it is something to keep in mind. 

****************

The way Bruno hugs her from behind and gently kisses her head at dinner that night reminds Alma once again that you can't trust Camilo with a secret. 

Her son's arms are tight around her and he shakily whispers 'Gracias Mama' into her neck. 

'Oh well', she thinks as she takes the hand of her son and kisses a sore knuckle 'I guess I can let it slide this one time.' 

[norangeyyy]

Late Night HCs

Bucci Gang Edition

TW: nothing too extreme, just a little bit of hurt/comfort stuff sprinkled right here and there.

Bruno Bucciarati

► Bucciarati typically doesn't stay up late at night, he has work and would squeeze all the amount of sleep he can get on his free time.

► Unless he has a lot of things in mind.

► It doesn't matter whether it's a work-related problem, his past, a random thought, or just generally his worries about his future. It will keep him up.

► He'll definitely need someone to be an outlet but if no one's available, he'll just stare at the night sky and distract himself with the moving clouds or finish some of his work until he's too tired to think of anything.

► If you happen to be in the same situation and same place that night though, then make sure that you take care of the trust he has for you when he was at most vulnerable and he will do same with you.

► I personally headcannon Bucciarati to be the type to like those kind of conversations since i highly doubt that he has been so vulnerable in front of anyone besides Abbachio ever since he joined the mafia.

► And even then, he's mostly the one who lifts the spirits up and not the other way around since he's the leader.

► So expect to hear things and words you wouldn't expect to come from the Bucciarati you see everyday come spilling out of his mouth, it'll be a lot.

► Pat his back or better yet, give him a hug and brush his hair while doing so. He needs it a lot since he hasn't really got one after his family fell apart.

► "I feel so much better now, thank you. I'll make sure not to forget about this night. "

Leone Abbachio

► The night owl of the gang.

► Staying up until 3AM is nothing new to this man, hell, he could even go on a whole day without sleep if he has a lot of things that's bothering him.

► He's the opposite of Bucciarati, he prefers to shoulder his intrusive thoughts alone. It'd take some great amount of effort and trust to make him talk and let it out.

► What he does during those times is either using his stand to replay certain memories that could either worsen his guilt or put him at ease, or just drink until he passes out but most of the time, he does both.

► He could also be listening to some music while he does so but if he's feeling guilty for making Bucciarati concerned about his frequent drinking, then he'll just listen to music and hope that he'll fall asleep and not just keep his eyes closed until the sun rises.

► It works, kind of, but even without alcohol driving him to sleep, he'll always be tired. His sleeping schedule is seriously messed up because he never really cared about it in the first place.

► Would sometimes go out for a walk. Leone is fond of the city's peacefulness when everyone is asleep, with the only thing keeping him accompany is the cold air and the dim light of the lampposts.

► Secretly still has his police uniform and would occasionally take it out just to stare at it or talk to it in a not-so-kind of way as he sees his younger self in it.

► Gets dragged in whatever shit Narancia and the others are up to if he gets spotted. Mostly it's just for a movie night behind Bucciarati's back but Abbachio knows better and expects the unexpected when it comes to the gang.

► Knows what everyone does in late night if they're still up and has seen a lot of ungodly sights.

► Whether it be seeing a sleepy Mista and the pistols chanting a weird prayer to a bowl of cereals or Fugo being dragged out of his room by Narancia, Leone knows it.

Pannacotta Fugo

► Just like Bucciarati, Fugo rarely stays up late at night and if he does, it's usually just because he's busy.

► Fugo has hobbies like painting and reading, everyone in the gang knows that. It's just that he gets carried way too far sometimes and loses track of time.

► Who could blame him though when the book he's reading is just too interesting or the painting he's currently working on is almost done, right?

► On extremely rare occasions where something unpleasant enough to keep Fugo up at night happens, he'll bundle himself in his fluffy blanket like a butterfly in its cocoon.

► He always does this back when he's still living with his parents, it makes him feel safe from anything that's haunting him.

► And if it's neither his hobbies or problems that's keeping him up, he'll just hear Narancia whispering outside his door or Mista throwing pebbles at his window.

► For the first few times the duo did this, Fugo was still able to resist until he just can't anymore knowing that they wouldn't leave him alone all night.

► "Well, this isn't so bad. "

► He says as he enthusiastically tosses a popcorn into his mouth with his eyes glued all over the lit screen of the TV.

► Movie nights, along with sneaking out to go the nearest convenience store, became a common thing between the Torture Dance Trio™ ever since then.

Narancia Ghirga

► The type to wake up in the middle of the night and think "Hmm... Everyone's asleep, let's commit robbery tonight!"

► Fugo's sleep paralysis demon.

► Would literally not hesitate to steal chocolate bars with Mista and probably does 3AM challenges with him too.

► Never runs out of ideas to keep himself up at night and is the one who comes up with everything but what he does still depends on his mood.

► If Narancia's feeling a little too lazy then he'll just sleep and most of the time, with music keeping him accompany. But unlike Abbachio, he purposely doesn't wear headphones just to annoy Fugo whose room is right next to his.

► If he's feeling like it, he'll straight up just invite the others to watch a movie or play videogames even though Bruno has already made it clear not to use the TV after 11PM.

► But just as he likes staying up at night doing crazy things with the boys, he also uses his energy left and free time to self-study, as surprising that may sound.

► He may hate reading but he takes advantage of the fact that his brain is much active at night and he doesn't want to depend on Fugo too much. After all, he dreams on going back to school and he's more than willing to be capable enough to do so alone and pass without the other teen's help.

► Will cuddle anything that's near him while he studies but if you give him a plushie, it'll be instantly his favorite and he would definitely use it as a study buddy.

Guido Mista

► Alright, let's be honest here, this dude wouldn't even stay up if it weren't for his bros.

► 5 seconds lying on the bed and he's already knocked out for a good 10 hours if there's no work he has to do for the day. Make it 8 at weekdays thanks to his mafia-related responsibilities.

► He sleeps like a log so only a combination of shaking him up awake with Fugo and Narancia can make him rise from what seems like a two year coma but is really just a normal tuesday night.

► Will pretty much join Narancia at anything he does but since his last three brain cells are obviously still as half asleep as him, he won't be able to remember that much the next day.

► And once he's out of the room and is already sitting on the couch with the guys, Mista's the type to fall asleep halfway through the movie.

► You can't blame him though, it's 12AM and it seems that Fugo got to choose what movie they'll watch since Narancia already got to choose the other night.

► Unless they're playing videogames or are going out then he won't be acting like a slow ass PVZ zombie with a fried brain. Actually, he'll be hella active if that's the case.

► Active at grabbing every snack each second, that is.

► Actually, it's the pistols who does that but oh well, it's not like Mista's innocent too.

► "I swear it's not me who ate all of our groceries for this month! Right, guys?! It's the pistols! "

► And that, everyone, is how Guido blew their little rendezvous without even trying.

Giorno Giovanna

► There's not much to be said about this boy since just like Mista, Giorno goes to bed early as he makes sure he still gets the proper amount of sleep.

► He already has a lot of things to deal with at day so of course, by the end of it, he'll be exhausted.

► Nights before exams are excluded because although he may seem like he skips class sometimes, Giorno still knows his priorities.

► Only when he became the head of the mafia did he really started to lose sleep as great power comes with great responsibilities.

► It took a LONG time for Giorno to adjust to a lot of things cause come on, he maybe resilient but he's still a 15 year old teen.

► Not only does he have towers after towers of work but i like to imagine that he still continued his education and used some of the things he learns in class in the mafia, specifically in classes like history or geography class since as a boss, he has to know every nook and cranny of Italy.

► Not to mention that emergencies happen and he always has to be ready to give out orders, even if it means being woken up at 1AM.

► God, help this child because all the things mentioned above are just an understatement of what happens on the first few months of being in charge of Passione.

► "So this is why Diavolo looks like he's about to explode whenever something goes wrong huh. "