#encanto ficlet

[naoko-world]

Sooo tomorrow is Encanto fools day, launched by @hectic-hector and I decided to post something for the day!

Tomorrow I'll also post a fanart! But until now, here is a ficlet you can also find here on Ao3!

Fluff/attempt at humor/arguing/pranks

931 words

Couldn't find anyone to proofread it so it's not proofread.

Who did the prank?

Summary:

Mirabel got down the stairs to find Camilo surrounded by his parents, her parents, Isabela and their Abuela Alma. Feeling curious, she approached to hear him whining, “I did nothing! I swear!”

Another day was starting at Casa Madrigal. Mirabel got down the stairs to find Camilo surrounded by his parents, her parents, Isabela and their Abuela Alma. Feeling curious, she approached to hear him whining, “I did nothing! I swear!”

Julieta sighed, counterarguing with sadness, “It can hardly be anyone else though.”

“But I didn’t! I didn’t have time to do any of my April’s fools jokes!” Then, pouting a bit, he admitted, ”I wanted to hide the oil so you would have to look for it all around Casita! But, when I arrived, you were already pranked.” 

Julieta looked sceptical, but didn’t reply anything. She mused on it, locking eyes with the other Madrigals as if looking for their opinion. 

Mirabel felt so bad for Camilo! She knew he wouldn’t deny any of his pranks. The boy was always happy to let people know they had been pranked! In order to help him, she asked as she stopped just beside her cousin, “Can’t it be someone else?”

To which, Julieta replied with embarrassment, “He was the only one up when I came down to cook, and I noticed the switch right away.”

“I’m innocent!” insisted Camilo, keeping whining. 

While she was trying to find a way to help his cousin out of this situation, Félix noted with a thoughtful look, "It's possible it really wasn't him. He isn't the only naughty one in the family and some of us have distance gifts."

He pointed at Isabela to mean she was another possibility. As she followed his finger, Mirabel finally noticed her sister was busy removing googly eyes from the leaves on her dress, her face scrunched in frustration. Not bothering looking up at them, she brushed it off by claiming, "I would have loved to have done it, but I unfortunately didn’t think about it.”

"It's not me though!" argued Camilo. 

"And you’re not the one who put these things on my plants either, I guess?” she growled, finally looking at him with suspicion.

He denied, shocked, “No! Again, I didn’t have time to do any prank!” Then, doing his best to manage a smile, he remarked, “One of them could have been made by Tío Bruno! He proved he can be pretty sneaky when he wants to." 

Bruno arrived just at that moment, getting down the stairs with a confused look. WIth his messy hair, his tired eyes and his lack of energy, he looked like he just woke up. “Huh? What’s happening?”

“Bruno! Did you switch the salt and the sugar?” Pepa asked him bluntly. “Or put googly eyes on-”

“Someone switched the salt and the sugar?” he replied, suddenly worried. 

He started looking in his pockets, while Félix added, “I also woke up with a streak of my hair dyed.” He pointed at his head, which was bearing a red section of hair, before keeping going, glancing at Camilo, “I immediately thought it could be Isabela since she has her way to do so but it honestly could be someone else.”

“It’s not me either!” denied Camilo, clearly frustrated.

“And I didn’t dye it,” shrugged Isabela. “Could be Tía Pepa, she sleeps beside you.”

He turned to his wife at the argument, admitting, “Good point! Amor, did you-”

Pepa started to thunder, complaining, “What? No! You really think I’d use that position to prank you?” 

He joked, “Well, I wouldn’t mind if it had been you!” Then, turning to others with confusion, he asked, “Who is it then?”

Before any of them could reply anything, Bruno beat them to it by complaining, “Someone strapped weird hats on my rats’ heads.”

The rat he was holding was wearing a funny banana hat, which it was trying to remove by shaking its head. Bruno was helping it, glancing nervously at another one with a capybara head hat on his shoulder. Mirabel hurried to help him, though she was holding back a laugh. 

Sighing, Pepa revealed, "I've been pranked too anyway. Someone moved my dresser on the other side of my room. I thought it was you, Félix."

"Mi amor! I'm so happy you think I'm strong enough to do that alone," he laughed, genuine. Then, in a more curious tone, he asked, "Someone pranked you?"

She nodded. Then, she turned to Isabela. "Now that I think of it, your plants are strong enough to move them.”

“I did nothing!” claimed Isabela, before explaining with a sigh, “I wanted to wrap Mirabel’s room with wrapping paper but I hadn’t got time to do so.”

Between shock and laughter, Mirabel exclaimed, “You wanted to wrap my room?” 

“Yeah...It would have been so fun...” Isabela said, saddened. 

“Well, if it’s not you then who is it? Can’t be that many people who are strong enough for that.”

"Luisa would be," remarked Camilo.

 Mirabel saw her Abuela visibly worrying, before easing when Pepa discarded it. "No way! That girl would never prank anyone."

While the family kept arguing, accusing one another of the bad deed, Mirabel got closer to her to whisper, “Abuela, did Luisa do it?”

Alma nodded, confessing in a low voice, “We did it together, she and I.” 

Then, she put a finger on her lips to signal her to keep quiet. She seemed to have a lot of fun watching her family looking for the trickster. Mirabel couldn’t blame her for that! It was great to see her family actually communicating after all they went through. Why she decided to stay on the side, watching the scene with her abuela, both of them enjoying themselves watching their family arguing. 

[sorryiwasasleep]

Part of a larger fic, but can stand on its own and I wanted to share it:

Luisa & Alma

The burning in her chest and the warmth in her cheeks made Luisa feel like she was melting, in the best way possible.

Like an ice cube on a hot sunny day.

It was a Friday afternoon and the sky was clear and the birds were singing and she was sitting by a lake with her Abuela, both of them dangling their feet in the water.

They were both high as hell.

It was… an experience for sure for the girl.

Luisa had never even smoked before a few months ago and now she was sitting here with her actual Abuela sharing a joint.

If she thought too long about why she was getting high with her grandmother, Luisa’s chest would start to ache and she would burst into tears again the way she had when they’d first asked her to do this.

Abuela was getting older. It was a fact they all knew.

She was also getting weaker.

Sicker.

And things that used to come easy to her now brought her pain.

They could see it in every step she took, how she was slowing down.

So she coped how she could, and when Mamá’s food stopped helping her, Abuela turned to more natural substances, provided by Isabela.

She was relying on it more now.

But their grandmother also didn’t like to be the only person with her senses impaired, so she often asked the other adult Madrigals to join her.

When none of her children or suegros were available, she had turned to Isabela and Dolores.

Who had then wrapped in Luisa once it became clear she actually enjoyed the partaking of smoke sessions, and wasn’t just attempting and finding it not for herself, or doing so because she felt like she should.

So now here Luisa was.

High with her Abuela.

Abuela offered her the last of the joint and she took it.

As she blew out smoke, her grandmother started speaking.

“My Luisita. I see so much of your mother in you.” When Luisa turned, Abuela was surveying her with affection. She reached out with a shaking hand and patted Luisa on the cheek.

“So strong. So smart and insightful.” Abuela casts her face down, filled with shame.

“So willing to give up yourself for others.” Abuela looks back up at Luisa. “I’m sorry I didn’t see you for so long.”

It’s the first time Luisa has actually gotten a personal apology from her Abuela since everything has happened.

Abuela of course loosened the reigns and things are better now and Luisa has gotten some apologies, but they've been generic or to the family as a whole.

She appreciates this even if it makes her chest ache because well, she thinks Abuela might be trying to cover her bases as she gets weaker and Luisa hates it, because she’s longed for this apology, this remorse, but she also hates how its coming. Hates what she’s now fearing as each day passes.

She's not sure what they'll do when the day comes.

She prays it's not soon.

The apology is a lot.

Tears are immediately in Luisa’s eyes.

Abuela uses her thumb to stroke Luisa’s cheek and wipe away the first tears that fall.

“Abuela I—“

Abuela just shakes her head.

“No, no need to say anything. Unless you want to yell at me maybe.” She shakes her head again. “I don’t deserve forgiveness easily. I almost ruined us.” That last parts slips out as a whisper, but Luisa hears it.

She scoops her grandmother into her arms, which causes Abuela to let out a stunned cry before she relaxes into the embrace.

“Te quiero Abuela.” Luisa lets out through her tears.

She doesn’t forgive her grandmother for what she’s done in the past, but Luisa is more than willing to move forward. She doesn’t want to hold on to bitterness.

Luisa can feel Abuela stroking her back as she starts to hum.

It sparks a memory of when she was five years old and had just gotten her gift.

She’d dropped a brick on her own foot and was inconsolable over it, even though the physical pain was gone in an instant thanks to her madre.

Abuela had taken her into her room and they’d sat in her fancy rocking chair and she’d held Luisa tight to her chest and sang until her tears slowed.

Right now it makes more tears come to her eyes, even as Luisa holds her grandmother tighter.

She wants to cherish this.

Who knows how much longer she can?

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pre-canon Encanto headcanons to consider:

before the triplets got their powers, there were a lot of rumors about the weird lady living by herself in a cursed house

and there’s a couple people that are suspicious of the fact that this lady’s husband died right before she got a magic house

did she sacrifice him or her husband sacrifice his soul for magic?

like we’re grateful she saved us all but clearly this lady’s a witch

meanwhile Alma’s only reason for getting up in the morning are her kids. I deeply admire this of her

Nobody’s there the night the kids get their powers

Alma’s pretty freaked out herself bc not only is she raising three kids by herself while in her twenties, she’s raising three MAGIC kids by herself

at this point half the town’s pretty sure that Alma had the devil’s children

Alma’s freaking out a lot, but like hell are they going to get to her kids

That’s why she starts offering the town her children’s help

Show them we’re harmless, the very helpful Madrigal family

They do eventually go talk to the priest of Encanto. That’s how Bruno sort of figured out the match and sand thing

Lots of trial and error because before then the visions were random and uncontrollable

Still gets random visions but he cAN DO IT ON COMMAND NOW GUYS!

No one from the town is there the night that Isabela gets her gift, but rumors start up again (the triplets are a bit more understanding of their mother’s position after this) so the whole town is invited to Dolores’ ceremony

Which is actually not great she starts crying because she can hear everything

[outsideratheart]

Dialogue 13 for Alex Morgan please!!

A/N: Day sixteen of the Christmas advent calendar. 

I know this is short so I apologise but i’m away at the minute and whilst i want to give you a ficlet each day, i don’t have that much time to write. Still, i hope you enjoy it.

Dialogue 13 - 'You'd make a cute elf"

Christmas growing up was magical but the magic died more and more with every year that past but then you had a child and it’s as if the magic came back.

Spending Christmas with your own family was priceless. Charlie was getting to the age when she starts to understand what it means and who Santa is. This leads you to doing everything that you wanted your parents to do but they never did.

This year it seemed like your obsession with Elf had wore off on your daughter. You would watch 15 minutes with her before bed every night and Alex would find something to do so that it could be you and Charlie time. 

“Mama” Charlie looks from where she is laying on your chest as you are sprawled on the sofa.

“Yes ladybug” you turned your head from the television to face your daughter.

“Can we have a dress up party?” 

“Right now?”

“Don’t be silly. We can’t do it now, it’s bed time” Charlie has a look on her face when she says this, it’s the same one Alex gives you.

“Sure. What do you want to dress as?” 

You loved to dress up with Charlie. Recently she has taken to dressing up as characters from the film she is watching. First it was frozen, then the incredibles followed by Encanto so as you sit watching Elf you know exactly what she is thinking.

“Buddy the elf” Charlie shouts enthusiastically. 

When Friday comes, the night with the final 15 minutes of the film, you find yourself sat on the sofa with your daughter both dressed head to toe as Buddy the elf. Alex had been out all day at photoshoots so imagine her surprise when she comes home to three elves in her living room.

“What do we have here?” She asks playfully as she leans against the door frame.

Upon hearing her mother’s voice Charlie is quick to get off the sofa and run to her but even as she is held in Alex’s arms, her eyes don’t leave the TV.

“Hi mommy” 

“Hi baby or should I say buddy?” Alex asks Charlie.

When you stand the smile on her face grows tenfold. Seeing a child dressed up as Will Ferrel’s Christmas character is adorable but when it is an adult, especially you, it’s hilarious.

“We’re not buddy, that’s buddy” Charlie points to the TV.

“Yeah Alex, that’s buddy” you quickly kiss her before putting the kettle on.

For the first time in a very long while, Alex sits with Charlie and watches the ending of the film whilst you make herself and you a drink. When the film finishes Alex tells you that she is taking your daughter to bed.

Just under half an hour later Alex joins you on the sofa but instead of sitting next to you, she sits on your lap.

“You do know you’re suppose to sit on Santa’s lap right?” you ask her as your hands settle on her waist.

“Do you have one of those outfits in the wardrobe that I don’t know about?”

You shake your head.

“Do you want me to get off?” 

Again, you shake your head.

Alex’s hands cup your cheeks and you watch her check you out head to toe.

'You'd make a cute elf" Alex says, letting you know that she approves of the outfit.

“I’m not a cute elf Alex, i’m the Elf. The best elf in the history of elves”

She can only roll her eyes and shake her head at your childlike response but she wouldn’t expect anything else for you.

[echo-bleu]

20 questions for fic writers

I was tagged by @thelordofgifs and @zealouswerewolfcollector, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 163, all since 2018 except one from 2013.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,117,051 (how?)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Whatever I'm hyperfixated on, so currently Dragonlance/The Last Trial, I have not abandoned my Silmarillion fics I swear, the last few fandoms were The Witcher, Shadowhunters, etc.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? wolves and voices (Witcher) by far, then take me back to the start (Shadowhunters), Didn't the trees tell us their stories? (Witcher), map out a world (Shadowhunters), straight through the smoke (Shadowhunters). They're not necessarily my best either, just a combo of larger fandoms and some of them being fairly old.

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to every comment, though I often lack the energy and I've been known to respond six months late.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I usually only write unhappy ending in ficlets, so probably Lord of Nothing (Silm) or we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears (Silm)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

if I am to braid my mystic crown (Silm) has a particularly happy ending I guess?

take me back to the start (Shadowhunters) has perhaps not the happiest ending but the one I'm most proud of.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have gotten hate before, though nothing extreme. Those comments are just people being obvious jerks though, I find them easier to deal with than people who "helpfully" offer concrit and make you doubt everything you've ever written.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I've been known to write fusions, not crossovers so much, though Rats And Sand Jars is a crack Encanto/Shadowhunters treated seriously.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I think I've had someone ask before if they could, but I never heard anything more.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I don't ship tbh. But if we're talking about a couple I still think about and miss years later, maybe Thunderblink (The Gifted).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? SO MANY OMG. The one I regret abandoning the most is perhaps the time we've been given (Shadowhunters).

16. What are your writing strengths? Stream of consciousness-style writing, otherwise dialogue I guess? And writing disabled characters.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? English. It's not my native language and my active vocabulary is restricted no matter how large my passive vocabulary is. Also humor isn't my strongest suit.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? In my own fics I'll try not to write more than a few words. In other people's fic, my opinion depends entirely on whether I can read that language xD

19. First fandom you wrote for? Uuuuh depends what counts as fandom and what counts as writing. First fandom I posted a fic for was Harry Potter, way back when I was a teen writing in French on ffnet. But I wrote roleplays/cooperative fanfic on forums before that and also stuff for school that was totally fanfic.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? take me back to the start (Shadowhunters) if we're talking longfics. On the shorter side I'm quite proud of your veins are empty of dust (Silm).

Tagging @camille-lachenille @chthonion @thescrapwitch @emyn-arnens if you haven't done it yet!

[s0fti3w1tch]

ROTTMNT Leo-Focus fics I like

Gen fics, no ships edition

Ongoing:

Two Souls by Virgilisspidey (18/?, 105k words)

Leonardo has a friend that nobody else can see. "Aoi" has been beside him for as long as he could ever remember. AKA: A ROTTMNT rewrite where 2k12!Leonardo's soul is attached to Rise Leo's and "acts like a weird imaginary friend."

Personal note: the fic I loved so much I decided to make a ficlet of it. No serious, I love this one a lot.

Shell Shocked (Literally) by Pachinko_Lessons_101 (12/? chapters, 19k words)

Leonardo gets transported to Bayverse after a lab mishap with Donnie. Emotions ensue.

Personal Notes: Literally the story that got me into reading and writing fanfic again in 2022 after 4 years.

Every Night the Longest Day by ashtreelane (16/17 chapters, 42k words)

Leonardo gets hit with a curse that doesn't allow him to sleep. With sleep deprivation getting to him with each passing day, his family desperately searches for a fix.

Personal note: I unfortunately know from personal experience this fic is very accurate to bad sleep deprivation. Not to the extent in the fic, but damn I've stayed up.

You Are Not My Brothers by Marien0_0StrawberryMilk (3/? chapters, 2.5k words)

We have Baron "I wanted to make weapons of war but the tiny red-eared slider called me dad and I'm experiencing a moral dilemma" Draxum. In which Lou Jitsu lost one of the turtles, and Draxum accidentally becomes Leonardo's parent.

Completed, Multi-chapter:

waiting on a miracle by lydiasgrace (11 chapters, 29k words)

Leo watches 'Encanto' and he gets inspired to pull another Leo "it's not about me" move and carry the weight of his family post-kraang healing by himself. It's ow.

His World by SkylerSkyhigh (25 chapters, 124k words)

After the events of the Kraang, Leonardo starts to "hallucinate" other versions of himself, guiding him on leadership. AKA, 2k12!Leo and Future!Rise Leo work through very Leo issues with Rise Leo. Oh BTW, it turns into a musical by the midpoint. Do not be fooled, there's still ouch.

Warning: Disability erasure of a canonically disabled character in the final chapter. Something that I, as a disabled reader, care deeply about and have felt really genuinely hurt by in a fic I liked everything else about. Please remember to educate and not harass the author about this if you wish to call it out (note that I have -spoilers contained- commented about it already).

Proud Hermanos by HellsTrojanHorse (9 chapters, 8k words)

Señor Hueso teaches Leonardo how to play guitar. Leonardo expresses his emotions and love through music. ( w/ Songs from Disney's Coco. )

Cradled Close by Poppyseed20 (2 chapters, 2.9k words)

2 different points in time where Splinter takes care of sick Leonardo.

One Shots:

Tiger and Turtle by Dream_En (1.9k words)

Tigerclaw stumbled upon a crying tot!Leo. He keeps him company 'til Leo's family could find him.

a month or two by anonymous user (9k words)

5 times Leonardo comforts his family post-Kraang, and the 1 time he gets it back.

No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk by SIverfandweedo (879 words)

Leonardo drops a glass of milk and it's overwhelming.

Personal note: he's just like me!!!

"Anytime" by zesty_lemony (Lemons_are_just_cake) (711 words)

Leonardo has a breakdown and his brothers are there to comfort him.

Freezing heart by Sweet_bubbs (1.9k words)

It's winter, and the heating in Leo's room sucks. He doesn't tell anyone.

Creative title goes here by callmesummon (460 words)

Baby Leo has a nightmare and Splinter's there to help

I Don't Dance by SkylersSkyhigh (2.4k words)

A diegetic musical number between Rise Leo, Future!Rise Leo, 12!Leo fighting against the Sando Brothers in the span of a 4-minute High School Musical 2 song.

all the things that i could live without by taizi (1.3k words)

Just some family fluff with Donatello and an injured Leonardo, post-Kraang.

[achitka]

A Special Place

Chapter 5: of my ficlet dumpsite:

A Day in the Life of a Madrigal

Summary: I am so easily distracted - anyway this was bouncing about in my head demanding I deal with it... It is based purely on my HC that Isabela's Gift works better when she sings or hums to the plants she's growing. She just didn't do it when she was younger because the 'songs' did not sound perfect to her Abuela so were discouraged. On the upside when any of the Madrigals work in tandem the effects they can achieve are always multiplied by the number of family member involved. Chaos in the making for sure.

If you want to know why Mirabel is so interested in saving this particular piece of flora - you'll have to read my other fic Doors - cause it would just take too long to explain lol

A Special Place

Mirabel woke a little before dawn and quickly pulled out her robe. She picked up the small guitar and put the strap over her shoulder. She noted Abuela’s door was closed, so Mirabel slipped out into the hallway. She stopped first at Luisa’s door and gently tapped. The door opened and Luisa stepped lightly into the hallway carrying a small drum. Isa slipped out her door and the three sisters made their way to the tower.

Mirabel looked at the darkness at the end of the path but wasn’t afraid. This was something she’d planned to do for a while and since her sisters were home for only a few weeks for the Easter holidays, she wanted to do this tonight. The sisters came to the base of the enormous oak that dominated the clearing the path led to. Their mother had told them this was a special place that she and her siblings used to come to, to get away from the town.  It had been a good place for their Tia to learn to control certain aspects of her Gift.

Mirabel looked at all the scorch marks and breaks in the trunk and felt concern as the three arranged themselves in a small circle with their knees touching. Mirabel played an opening chord and Luisa gently tapped the drum to keep time with Mirabel’s playing. Isabela took in a deep breath and began to hum.

Mirabel had seen and felt what her sister could do with her Gift. She talked to Isabela first to see if she thought it would even be possible. She knew if her sister spoke to this tree, it could get stronger. It seemed to be in decline the past few years when Mirabel had brought her here and asked if there was anything she might be able to do for it. Isa told her she’d need to think on it. There had been talk in the town about cutting it down. Its leaves were riddled with holes and looked to be wilting around the edges. Bark was slipping and Mirabel was worried it would succumb to its great age. It was surely here long before the Encanto came into being.

Isabela continued to hum her song that wasn’t a song, there were no words to it, but it resonated, and the tree’s branches began to sway in time with her. She put a hand on both sisters’ knees and at the same time she pushed her whole voice into it. Luisa was humming along, somehow managing to keep in harmony with sister adding to the strength of the melody. The wind picked up and Mirabel willed apart of herself into that song and the three sisters glowed with the magic that had been a part of their lives from the beginning of their days.

An iridescent bubble of magic formed around them, and the sisters stood and walked joyfully around the tree. With Isabela guiding them they touched the tree’s bark as she let her gift flow into it. Old scars healed; new leaves unfurled and when Isabela thought she’d done enough, her song retreated to a hum. They returned to their original place and Isabela went silent.

It was still dark, so the sisters returned to their home and remained together until morning. Their mother appeared first thing with cups of tea for them and remarked that the great oak looked especially beautiful this morning. Mira passed each of her sisters a cup and they drank the tea. Isabela hid her pleased expression in her cup. Luisa smiled and Mirabel giggled when their mother left them.

[invisibleraven]

fic asks game!

5, 6, 12, 18, 30

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

I am always pleasantly surprised by any feedback I get, but I have to say that my fics for Polyship week both did really well.

One two three (not only you and me) & I don't wanna miss the lights and you

Favorite title you used

I pretty much almost always use song titles for my fics, but I think the best and most fitting time was when I wrote my Reggie centric fic I am fine, I am totally fine (I'm not fine) because that song from Encanto haunted me for so long, and it just fit the whole theme of the story.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Oh my poor neglected WiPs... I have been mainly focused on doing prompts this year, and then I wrote my whole fic for NaNoWriMo which took all of my time in November (Ash is almost done the edits, prologue is coming soon!) so I have a few stories I haven't touched in months.

Oops.

I think right now that total is around 8 or 9? Not sure if I will get back to all of them or not, but I really do want to finish at least two of them.

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Luke. Definitely Luke. Usually he doesn't give me this much grief, but I found it harder to find his voice this year, and I'm kind of sad about it. Might just mean I have to do a re-watch to recapture it.

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Definitely that I did so much of it! JatP still has its claws in me pretty deep, and I just kept writing, and writing, and writing!

I think I wrote something like 350 ficlets (plus however many smut prompts I did) and counting? I also have no plans to stop, I have actually lost count of where my prompt lists are going until next year. Maybe October? As long as you guys continue to send me prompts, I will continue to write them!

And going over my word count (of works published to AO3), by November I met and then exceeded my word count from last year.

By like ~8k words.

Again, oops.

So anything from this month is basically gravy.

[naoko-world]

My Bruno x reader ficlets list

I decided to put my Bruno x Reader drabbles and ficlets in a list since I wrote that much. I'll write more too, that I'll add to that peculiar list!

This list doesn't include the Bruno x Reader oneshots like Lovers for a day (and beyond) and multichapter fics like Bruno's fangirl. Neither will there be the works related to Bruno's fangirl, which you can find there.

He is Bruno? (Bruno x Fem!reader) (Use of y/n and you)

501 words

Fluff

Y/N notices a cute man on the site for the rebuilding of Casita she never saw before. It can't be Bruno Madrigal, can it?

The shoulder (Bruno x fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1105 words

Fluff

You're a librarian where Bruno often comes to. You always felt something for him but was able to contain yourself. Until he shows up with a slipping off ruana...

OK Bruno is a woman now (fem!Bruno x bi fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)

1135 words

fluff

While going to Casita you discover that Bruno changed into a woman.

A very Madrigal birthday - (Bruno x fem!reader)

1140 words

Fluff

It is your birthday today. Time to celebrate with your boyfriend and his family!

Bonding with the milkman over anxiety - (Bruno x GN!Reader)

1129 words

humor/light angst/fluff/milkman AU

Bruno was a milkman in Colombia looking to bond with someone. He was starting to desperate when he met you during his delivery.

Bruno in boots (Bruno x GN!reader)

1482 words

Fluff/humor

Bruno got a vision about a cat in boots who is a fearless hero. He's so impressed by that cat he decides to do the same in her town, becoming Bruno in boots.

[sorryiwasasleep]

Bruno Saw what happened to Amelia Earhart

[tunglo]

Tag Game

Thank you @demondean-writes for the tag! :)

What book are you currently reading?

I’ve been working through a bunch of memoirs of different people involved with Father Ignatius.

What’s your favourite movie you saw in theatres this year?

I’m not sure if I even saw one... We took M to see Encanto but I can’t remember if that was ‘21 or ‘22.

What do you usually wear?

Bright colours and mismatched prints. :)

How tall are you?

5′4″

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share your birthday with a celebrity or historical event?

Leo. As my nan never fails to tell me, I was born the same day as Princess Beatrice. :/

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I’m married.

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

In real life, my name. 

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Kind of? I wanted to write (fiction) books. I actually blog and write non-fiction. (and a lot of fanfic...)

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

I’m good at forgiving others but useless at forgiving myself. *sigh*

Dogs or cats?

My parents have a dog so she is our honorary pet right now.

If you draw/write or create in any way, what’s your favourite picture/line/etc from something you created this year?

In fic terms, I think my overall favourite is this little ficlet about Obi-Wan losing his mind. Of all the fic I wrote this year it’s that one that sticks out most to me.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

I have a lot of mentally plotted out fanfic for Lewis/Dominic from Aliens - the Channel 4 show. To give you an idea of how niche that is, there are currently 2 fics on AO3 and one of those was a treat written for me at Yuletide 2017... 

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

This week I have been mostly referral/affiliate marketing. I had codes for about 1150 schemes uploaded to the referral site I use (when I hyperfixate on anything I really hyperfixate) so I wanted to get to over 1500 before Christmas.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

...I don’t really know. I’m a fairly pessimistic person, it would be very unusual for me to be excited about anything lol. 

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

Speed reading. 

Are you religious?

No.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? 

Money. I know, I know, it isn’t everything. But it would make life so much easier...

[alexseanchai]

beautifully imperfect (575 words) by MistressKat

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Isabela Madrigal, Mirabel Madrigal

Additional Tags: Ficlet, Gardens & Gardening, Flowers, Vignette, Sisters

Summary:

The soil is dark and damp under her hands, dirt clinging to skin in smears and Isabela knows that no matter how thoroughly she’ll wash herself later, there will be black bands of earth under her fingernails for days to come.

[lariskapargitay]

“Please,” Bruno overheard Pepa through Julietas door, “please don’t tell Mamá! Julieta please just give me an arepa and forget about this. Okay if she sees the bruises, she’s gonna want to know why and I don’t want her to.”

A storm was raging outside so whatever she wanted to keep hidden, Bruno guessed it wasn’t good.

“She has to know what happened,” Julieta said with all the sternness of the oldest sibling.

“No she doesn’t! We’re seventeen years old, we’re almost adults, she doesn’t have to know everything!”

“You don’t think this might be important?” She lowered her voice into a soft sweet tone. “Pepa, this wasn’t your fault.”

“It was though! I couldn’t control my emotions, I couldn’t bring clear skies, and then his party was ruined-!”

“His party was ruined because he wouldn’t stop trying to put his hand up your skirt even after you told him not to! And then when you pushed him away he got mad at you for it!” Bruno’s eyes got wide. He had never heard his sister so angry before. Pepa sure, she was angry all the time, mainly at him, but Julieta? It took a LOT to get her upset. “So what does he do? He goes and hits you for thundering! Tell me again exactly how is that your fault?”

Bruno put a hand over his mouth to muffle the stream of curses leaving his mouth. Someone had hit Pepa. Probably Raul, the latest asshole in a never ending stream of boyfriends that lasted as long as it took for their shirt to get wet from a rain cloud. His suspension was confirmed a moment later when Pepa replied.

“I could have kept calm, but I didn’t, I just-… I was drinking, Raul was drinking, and I just got so scared… I should have just kept calm.”

Bruno’s hand curled into a fist when he heard the tears in his sister's voice, even if he hadn’t heard them a fresh bout of rain would have told him.

Without warning Bruno slammed opened Julieta’s door. Both girls, drenched from Pepa’s rain cloud, jumped, Pepa’s lightning barely missing him, and quickly turned to look at him. Even though the storm he could see the large bruise around her eye, the black and blue an ugly contrast to the bright emerald green of her eyes, the dried blood on her cut lip and black and blue markings on her jaw

Sheer terror crossed Pepa’s face, and then it turned to anger. “What are you doing in here?!” Pepa shouted, her words accompanied by rolling thunder. “Get out!“

Julieta gave him a forced smile. “It’s okay, Bruno, I got this under control. Why don’t you give us a moment okay? Go back to your room.”

With one last look at the bruise marring Pepa’s pale skin Bruno whirled and ran, not stopping until he was out of the Casita and in front of the local cantina. With a deep breath he walked inside where Raul was laughing and drinking with some of his friends.

He hadn’t even bothered to take care of the bruises or cuts on his knuckles.

“Hey Madrigal!” a voice called out, and Bruno cursed under his breath. He didn’t want attention drawn to him this early. Raul turned to him, brown eyes narrowing.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

Mustering all the courage a 5’4 man who weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet in an oversized poncho could muster, Bruno stormed up to the man, narrowing his eyes as dangerously as he could. Raul stood several inches taller than Bruno and he was built like a solid brick house, like nearly all of Pepa’s boyfriends were.

Oh this was a fantastic idea…

“You’re going to apologize to Pepa for what you did,” Bruno said sternly, trying not to sound as nervous as he looked. “And then you’re gonna leave her alone.”

Raul glowered at him, the scars on his knuckles stretched right across his skin. “Did Pepa tell you what she did? How she ruined my party with her storming?”

“Even if that was ANY excuse to hit her, why did she have a rain cloud in the first place? Hmm?” Without waiting for an answer Bruno continued. “You touch my sister again, and you’re not gonna like what happens.”

Raul snickered. “Sorry to be the one to tell you this but half the Encanto has touched your puta sister.”

Bruno’s hands curled into a fist. “You know, you-!” But he trailed off before he clutched the sides of his head and fell to his knees, crying out in pain.

“What the hell did you do to him?” someone demanded.

“I didn’t even touch him!” Raul yelled as they stared down at Bruno, gasping for air as he began to convulse.

“Should we get Julieta?” someone asked, but before anyone could run to the Casita Bruno climbed to all fours. Shaking and trembling he stood, wobbling, nearly falling over and having to grip the bar to keep himself standing.

He looked at Raul, eyes wide, jaw dropped. A lone tear made his way down his face. “Raul, I’m… I'm so sorry,” he breathed. “I don’t… I don’t know, I didn’t-.”

“What?” Raul demanded as the men around him muttered what it could mean that the town prophet was apologizing. “What are you talking about?”

He tapped his fingers together nervously. “Maybe if I don’t say it aloud it won’t happen?”

“Say what?” he barked. “What did you see?”

“Don’t make him say!” one man said quickly. “He told my girlfriend that her goldfish would die, and the next day… Goldie had gone.”

There was another round of mutters, and they all took a step back from Bruno and Raul both.

Raul scoffed and shook his head. “No he’s fucking with me. I’ve seen him when he has visions, there’s sand and wind and a little glass thing, his eyes turn green…”

“Not always. Not if it’s…” Bruno swallowed hard. “Really really bad.”

Louder mutterings, and the self assurance slid off his face. He swallowed hard. “Wha-? How… how bad?”

Bruno said nothing. He put a hand on Raul’s shoulder, stared him in the eyes, leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered again to even louder mutterings and a rather perfectly timed clash of lightning and thunder. Raul looked around at the group that had gathered, a sweat growing on his brow as they all took another step back.

With terror in his eyes, Raul ran from the cantina and into the storming rain. The moment he was gone the cantina all began to mutter to themselves about what this could mean to the poor, probably marked for death or destruction or dismemberment, Raul.

Bruno, however, had to bite his lip to keep from grinning. He always knew his real gift was acting…

[acewithapaintbrush]

I just thought about this.

What if Pepa saw Dolores In her room in distress and couldn't take no more noise, Dolores wanted her mom to sing her a song like she did when she was younger.

Later the both were found sleeping together by the family.

I combined these two asks and it's not 100% exactly what you two wanted... Hope it's still okay

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Bruno taps her on the shoulder. It's a light touch, nothing more than his fingertips brushing her dress. Pepa knows what that means. Usually he is much louder when he's trying to get her attention. He will give her braid a short playful tug or he will snip her temple with a finger. Despite the heavy burden his gift has left him with, her brother is and will always be a little brother first, with all the brattiness that comes with that. And Pepa will always be the big sister first and make sure to deliver that outraged squawk and retaliate in style by kicking his shin.

But not when it's the soft touch to the shoulder. She knows what that means and so she turns around carefully, making as little sound as she can, holding the skirt of her dress so it rustles a little bit less than it normally would.

There is Bruno, standing at her back. In his arms he is holding Pepa's most precious treasure besides the one just beginning to grow inside of her.

Dolores, so small, so vulnerable, buried into his chest, her small hands pressed to her ears so hard her arms are quivering. Her face is squished against his ruana and Bruno keeps hold of Pepa's gaze while at the same time constantly whispering into his sobrina's left ear. Any other child wouldn't have heard him over the hands and the folds of fabric. But Dolores is not like any other child. She is a Madrigal. She is Pepa's daughter. She is blessed. 

She is cursed.

Pepa has to strain her hearing to make out the words, the soft and rumbling whisper whose only purpose is to drown out all other sounds. 

"And Maria is not actually Maria, she is Carmen, the evil sibling. At least everyone assumes she is the evil one, but she is just misunderstood, you know? She was just dealt a bad hand. She is not so bad, people just need to give her a chance."

Pepa wants to smile. His silly Telenovelas. She wonders where he gets all those ideas from.

She doesn't smile. Her baby is overwhelmed and in pain, how could she smile right now?

Instead she steps closer, putting down her toes first and rolling the balls of her feet with the utmost care. Lolo still winces as if her Mama had stomped her foot. 

Pepa catches Bruno's eye. 

'Bad day?' she mouths. 

He doesn't stop his tale, just nods and widens his eyes. A very bad day, then. 

Pepa sighs noiselessly (not for Dolores, nothing is ever without noise for Dolores) and winds her arms around her daughter. Her arms entangle with Bruno's for a second. For just a second, the three of them are joined in a hug, the vulnerable child trapped in the middle. But then Pepa pulls away and Bruno let's go. 

Dolores whines for a heartbreaking moment, clearly reluctant about the change of hands, but then Pepa starts to hum and her baby latches onto her instead, pressing her face into Pepa's hair. The woman is so glad that she's chosen the lavender shampoo that morning. The smell always calms her daughter down and now Pepa does smile after all as she can hear her child take a deep breath, audibly sniffing her hair. 

Bruno is still standing there, his arms hanging in the air. He looks a little bit lost, she thinks. Misplaced. Helpless. 

Pepa doesn't stop her humming and instead brushes her foot against his calf since her hands are full. Her brother snaps out of his daze. His eyes focus and he nods at her. 

'Tea?' he mouths and she simply smiles. She doesn't want to nod, doesn't want to disturb her daughter who has stopped shaking, but he knows her. 

Her brother glides away on bare feet, almost soundlessly, and Pepa follows his example and slips off her slippers. The tiles are warm against her feet and she silently thanks Casita. 

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When Bruno finds them later in Pepa's room with the tea, Dolores is much calmer already and the two of them sandwich her between them on the sofa and start to sing a song for her to distract her. It's mostly Pepa who sings, with Bruno humming along. 

Dolores has her head pressed against Pepa's mostly flat belly, listening to a heartbeat only she can hear at this point, and has her feet up on her Tio's lap. 

Felix and Julieta find them like that, hours later. Dolores has long since fallen asleep listening to new life, and Pepa and Bruno are sitting side by side on the sofa with her. Also asleep. Their heads are resting against each other, Pepa's one arm curling around his bony shoulders, while her other hand rests on Dolores' head. 

Julieta and Felix share a smile and retreat. Felix will just have to sleep in Dolore's room tonight. 

[bitsy83]

A New Fishbowl

Just a little drabble I wanted to make in honor of the awesome @sketchnwhatevr and their wonderful short, Tiempre de Vals Which can be found here! https://youtu.be/13icsej1i64

Please watch before reading to understand refs. (NOTE: I can't remember if Pezmuerte's first name is Ozma or not, but for now let's just go with it)

"Again?!?" cried Felix, almost dropping the glass he was washing.

"Again," sighed Bruno.

It was Wednesday, which meant it was Felix and Bruno's turn to do the dishes, with the help of Antonio. It was the same arrangement as usual: Antonio allows Parce to lick food off the plates, then Felix washes, Bruno dries, and Casita takes over putting the dishes away. The two Madrigal men always looked forward to these days because it gave them a chance to chat. Today's conversation topic: Bruno's new girlfriend, Ozma Pezmuerte.

"And...and she was sure it was dead?" asked Felix.

"Well, I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain fish don't swim belly up," said Bruno, setting down the plate while Casita moved its tiles towards the pantry. "This is like the fifth time it's happened."

"Seventh," said Antonio blatantly. "Pico's been keeping track."

Felix just shook his head. "Ay. What is she doing with those fish, bro?"

Bruno flung up his hands, exasperated. "I don't know! I mean, she cleans the bowl regularly, she makes sure they get fed every day. She even talks to them! She treats those fish like they were her own children."

"It's the bowl."

Felix and Bruno turn to Antonio who was holding one of the coffee cups for Parce to lick. The boy said the statement so matter-of-factly that it made the two adult men feel foolish for not considering it, even though they had no clue what that meant.

"Why does the bowl matter, hijo?" asked Felix.

Antonio sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's simple. Bowls aren't natural to a fish. Nature intended them to swim in ponds, rivers, and oceans. You put them in a bowl, you're not only stressing them out by removing them from their natural habitat, you're also putting them in an environment that they're unable to thrive in. Basically, every time Pezmuerte puts a fish in a bowl, she's sentencing it to a slow and torturous demise."

Antonio then handed the cup to his flabbergasted father and took another dirty dish from the pile. The two men just looked at each other, stunned.

"How...how did you know all that, Antonio?" asked Felix, both impressed and slightly horrified.

Antonio shrugged. "The fish told me."

"You can talk to fish too?" asked Bruno.

"Yeah. They're really smart. It's kind of hard to hear them underwater, though."

Felix shook his head and went to clean the cup in the sink. "Well, there you have it. Ozma just can't have pet fish anymore. Problema resuelto."

"No! ¡No problema resuelto!" groaned Bruno. "This isn't fair. She's a good woman; she doesn't deserve this! She loves fish the same way I love rats. She won't even eat them!"

Bruno sighed heavily as he leaned over the counter, rubbing his temple. It had been a month since the festival celebrating the return of Casita and the magic. Bruno was so hesitant to attend on account of his history with the town. At first, it was difficult, even with Mirabel's encouragement. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, he could still feel the people staring at him, whispering behind his back while he danced with his niece. Just when he felt that things were going to back to how they used to be - him being a lonely, reclusive man - Ozma approached him and asked him to dance. He had known Ozma since they were children and, yes, she did blame him at the time for the death of her first fish, they still held a good friendship. He had always known he had feelings for her, but never dreamed they'd be mutual.

Ever since the festival, Ozma and Bruno had been seen together a lot in the town. Walking to the market, lunch by the river. They were even caught once or twice in a loving embrace. Bruno was thrilled when he was able to give her a new goldfish, but now it seems that fish were never meant to be kept as her pets. He knew he'd eventually have to break the news to her...

"I just...I just wish I could fix this somehow," mused Bruno.

Felix pursed his lips and thought. "Well, let's see. Obviously, bringing fish to her isn't the answer. Sooo...what if you brought her to the fish?"

Bruno cocked an eyebrow at his brother-in-law. "What do you mean?"

Felix gave a sideways smirk to his youngest child. "I think Antonio might be able to help, right hijo?"

But Antonio was hesitant. "I dunno, Papi..."

"Come on, hombrecito!" chided Felix. "Do you it for your Tío! Look at this guy! Can't you see the passion that burns in his eyes for his lady love? Can't you hear his heart beating like drums inside his chest? The man wants nothing more than to cherish the rain that waters the ground Ozma walks upon and..."

"OH-KAY! Let's tone it down at bit!" snapped Bruno. He almost forgot how passionate Felix would get when talking about love. "B-but seriously, Antonio, I could really use your help."

Antonio looked to Parce who just shrugged, wanting to lick another dirty plate. "Ok, Tío Bruno, but first we have to lay some ground rules."

***

"Ok, ok, careful. We're almost there."

"Bruno, where are we going?"

"You'll see; just keep your eyes closed."

Later that evening, Bruno had convinced Ozma to talk a walk with him in the jungle. She inquired as to why and Bruno simply replied "I'm going to show you a new fishbowl I found." When they were getting close to their destination, Bruno asked Ozma to close her eyes as he led the rest of the way. While her eyes were closed, she could hear running water, only heightening her curiosity.

Finally, they came to a stop. "Can I open my eyes now?" she asked softly.

"Yes. Abre los ojos."

What Ozma saw before her took her breath away. Bruno had led her to a gorgeous jungle spring. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. A luscious waterfall cascaded down large boulders into the clear, crystal waters. The foliage surrounding the large pool varied in vibrant shades of greens, pinks, oranges, and turquoise.

"Bruno," breathed Ozma, placing a hand to her chest. "This...this is wonderful!"

But Bruno wasn't done. "Look in the water," he encouraged, bringing her to the edge. She gazed into the pool and her smile grew even brighter. There were fish! Beautiful fish of all different shapes and colors. One looked much like a goldfish, but it was so large it could be the size of a trout! Very slowly, Ozma got on her knees and lightly traced her fingertips across the water's surface. One of the large colorful fish broke the surface, its large mouth opening and closing towards her hand. Clearly, it thought she was food. Ozma withdrew her hand, but still chuckled.

"They're called koi," said Bruno, sitting beside her. "Very similar to a goldfish."

"How did you find out about this place?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the fish as they swam.

"Weeeell, you can thank Antonio for that," Bruno smiled. "He found this place weeks ago. And the best part...." He then went to the edge of the trees and pulled back a few branches, showing a clear view of the town. "It's just a hop, skip, and a jump away. You can come here whenever you like. Just promise that none of the fish are removed? And, uh, check with me first before you bring any outside food. Antonio really wants to protect these little guys from...uh, he just wants them taken care of properly."

Ozma nodded in agreement. "I promise." She then stood and wrapped her arms around Bruno's waist, hugging him tightly. "This is the most beautiful fishbowl I've ever seen." She pulled back and gazed deeply into his eyes. "You truly are a wonderful man, Bruno Madrigal."

Bruno blushed and chuckled nervously. "I'm just happy I was able to - Mm!" Before he could finish, Ozma kissed him on the lips, causing his heart to soar. Melting into her arms, he closed his eyes and returned the kiss.

Meanwhile, a bit upstream, Felix and Antonio watched the two in their lovers' embrace. "That's our cue to vamos, Antonio," said Felix, lifting Antonio to his shoulders and heading back to town. "Thanks again for sharing your secret fish pond with them. I know they're gonna take good care of it."

"I hope so," grumbled Antonio. "I still think she kills fish for fun."

"Okay, we really gotta talk about your perspective on people..."

[boilingdreamland]

Bruno and Felix are just two young men hanging out in the village square when Bruno nudges Felix "see that guy" he points across the Square and a man about their age with glasses

"What about him" Felix asked

"I've seen him before, in a Vision!" Bruno whispered "That's Julietas Husband!"

"Wow"

The pair watched the stranger walk across the Square, seemingly towards Julietas table only to take a turn and instead approach a nearby flower stall.

"Hmm." Mused Bruno. "Could you hand me that Umbrella?"

Felix handed his future brother in law the umbrella he kept on him at all times, just in case his Beloved had a Moment, "What are you doing, Hermano?"

"Matchmaking" Bruno said with a mischevious Grin, before he walked a few paces to the flower stall, lifted the Umbrella above his head and brought in down directly into the other man's shoulder.