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Bruno x Zoey HC: When A Villager Gets a Bad Vision
A villager requests a vision from Bruno about the future of a particular event (up to your imagination), but when Bruno and Zoey do the vision in his tower, he sees just how bad the vision turns out
He practically begs Zoey to give the villager their vision with him because of the trauma from all the backlash he got in the past over bad visions. She agrees and goes with him by his side
He knew it would happen because when they explained the vision to the best of their ability, the villager began to yell at Bruno specifically, getting closer to his face the more they yelled at him before Zoey steps in between them
Bruno grips onto Zoey’s jacket the more anxious he gets from the yelling while moving with her whenever the villager tries to get near him
Zoey isn’t stupid as she can tell this was making Bruno even more emotional so she keeps standing strong before she intervenes
“Wha’ made ye think wha’ he saw was gonna be wha’ ye wanted?” She would ask in a soft, passive aggressive tone of voice, knowing more yelling would just only make her beloved even more upset and anxious over something he can’t control
Zoey remains calm the entire time until the villager starts going for her for defending Bruno, a bad omen of the village as they would claim
She 100% uses her height to her advantage when she gets defensive for Bruno even to the point of bending down to their face and giving them her death glare
“Try me. Ah dare ya.”
“But—“
“Wha’ makes ye think ei’er you er him can control wha’ he can see in dae fut’re. A fut’re ye wanted. A vision… you. Asked for. Ei’er you accept dae fut’re ye asked for… or you can see wha’ kinda fut’re Ah can give ya.”
The villager knew they were gonna be fucked if they pressed any further so they left, tail between heir legs
You bet your ass Zoey immediately turns to Bruno after she watches them leave and asks if he was alright while cupping his wet face and wiping away the tears, noticing how stressed, anxious and upset he was
Hugs him tightly, rocks him slowly, rubs his back, tells him how much she loves him, and that he can’t control what he sees while letting him cry into her shirt to let the stress out from that
“I’m sorry, mi vida. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I got you involved...”
“No, dearie. Ye knew it woul’ happen again. Ah jes’ only did wha’ Ah knew best. I’m jes’ glad yer okay, mo chridhe.”
Bruno just knew he found the right person to help him get through all of this
Zo would totally teach Bruno how to box after seeing her fight so many times and be able to defend herself
I need to stop with the Bruno x Zoey angst with my bestie
I made it worse
I need to stop with the Bruno x Zoey angst with my bestie
When Bruno hears Zoey’s whimpering and crying from a nightmare, there’s a 100% guarantee he will spoon her and cuddle up with her so that she will know it’s just a nightmare
He’s not good with his words, so he makes up for it with his actions and love for her
He might not quite understand the pain she went through before they met, but he does understand what it’s like to experience something traumatic
18+“-ish” Context
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Bruno after realizing Zoey’s absolutely shredded
Zoey and Bruno would be cuddling one night and since she has to take her prosthetic off, that would mean her nub is completely exposed. That also means Bruno would out of morbid curiosity touch it.
She normally doesn’t like it when people touch it, but she let him touch it since she trusted him, however, she still feels guilty for how she got it and would distract herself by playing with his hair. Though, they do make small talk out of it, and if he accidentally made it uncomfortable for her, he would change it to a more light hearted topic.
Bruno touching her scars: I don’t think you’ve ever told me how you got that?
Zoey: …
Bruno: …
Bruno: You don’t like talking about it, huh?
Zoey, sighing: Aye… No’ exac’ly somet’in’ Ah’m…
Bruno playing with her hair: You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready yet, mi vida
I’m not saying Zoey would buy Bruno this, but that’s exactly what I’m saying
Zoey: Lang may yer lum reek, and may a moose ne'er leave your girnal with a teardrop in his eye! Haste Ye Back, Me Lassie!
The Madrigals:
The Madrigals turning to Bruno:
Bruno eating an arepa:
Bruno: She basically just said, “Have a good long life, and hope you come back soon”
Modern AU Zoey and Bruno and this is exactly why Zoey loves this rat man
Give me questions about Zoey and Bruno, I am more than happy to answer some of them!
Zoey and Bruno’s interpretations of “casual”
The guys swapped clothes with their girls, but Bruno had… issues
Bruno a little grumpy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?
Pepa cloud over her head with a coffee: What’s up your ass this morning?
Zoey looking rather refreshed going up to Bruno and flirting with him: ‘Ello~
Bruno: *blushes and smiles at her after she kissed his cheek*
Pepa sipping her coffee smirking: Hmm. Nevermind~
Bruno: *spits his coffee out*
Me: *tries too have Zoey and Bruno’s height difference be as accurate as possible*
Also me: hehe lil Bruno tryna flirt with Zoey be like
Finally got Bruno’s wife done (in her traditional Romani dress)
Will get her other outfit done soon enough!
Mariposa
Bruno Madrigal x OC (Jimena Montoya)
Synopsis: One summer day, while chasing butterflies, Jimena comes across a lonely looking boy.
The story of how Bruno and Jimena first met.
A/N: Hi! This story takes place before the movie, when both Bruno and Jimena are 8. This is my first story for Encanto, and feedback is highly appreciated.
gif by @lovewillthaw-j
Jimena had always loved the river.
She relished the feel of the cool water flowing between her fingers, playing in the mud despite knowing how angry her mother would get if she ruined her dress, picking the wild flowers that grew just about the riverbank and wearing them in her hair.
Most of all, Jimena loved the butterflies. It seemed as if there were a thousand of them that lived there, fluttering and flying as she watched.
This one day, after Jimena had finished helping her parents at the bakery, she ran off to the river, her eyes wide with wonder as she saw a pair of beautiful long wings, blue with pink spots, resting on top of a flower. She inched closer, looking at the butterfly intently, when a loud thumping sound made it fly away.
Angrily, she turned around, ready to scold whoever scared the butterfly away, when she heard little sniffing sounds from behind the bush. With the same care she had employed with the butterfly, Jimena approached the bush, taking a peek.
A boy, the same age as her, was sitting on the ground, his knees against his chest. Jimena tilted her head, trying to remember where she had seen him before.
"Bruno Madrigal?" she asked, her face lighting up in recognition. "What are you doing here?"
Bruno looked up at her, green eyes wide with fear. Frantically, he beckoned Jimena, pointing to the spot next to him. Curiosity getting the better of her, Jimena jumped over the bush and sat down beside him.
“I am Jimena, by the way. Jimena Montoya. Now, why are we behind a bush?”
"I am hiding," Bruno said in a hushed voice, looking around to check if anybody else was around, "from Carlos Hernández." Jimena gagged on hearing his name.
"I hate Carlos Hernández." Her mamá always said that hate is a strong word, one she should not use so easily, but it was true. She hated him. "Why are you hiding from him?" Jimena asked.
Bruno shrugged. "He didn't like the vision I showed him, so he is going to beat me up"
Jimena cocked her head to the side. Everyone knew about the Madrigals and their gifts, but Jimena wasn't sure about the exact derails. Could Julieta's food cure any illness? Did Pepa's cloud follow her around all the time? There was another one, one she found herself asking Bruno.
"Can you control what you see in the vision?"
"No!" Bruno said quickly, sounding almost desperate. “No, your future is set. Nothing can change it. I only tell them what's bound to happen,”
“Well then,” Jimena began decidedly, as if announcing some divine judgement, “Carlos Hernández is stupid.” Bruno let out a surprised laugh. “He can’t just beat you for something that’s not your fault,” she continued, before pausing for a moment, considering thoughtfully. “I think we should flour him,” she finally declared.
“Huh?” Bruno asked blankly.
“Oh, Carlos always bothers my sister, even when she tells him to stop. So, one day I took a bag of flour and hung it from his door. When he opened it, poof!” she gestured with her hands. “It fell all over him. He looked hilarious.” The imagery of the tall, domineering Carlos Hernández covered head to toe with flour was indeed hilarious, and Bruno giggled despite himself.
“Mamá was furious when she found out,” Jimena cautioned warily. “But if we are really, very careful, we might get away with it.”
“Oh, no,” Bruno said, “We can’t flour him. Mamá and Julieta will be so very disappointed if they find out.”
“Not Pepa?” Jimena asked curiously.
“No, Pepa might help if we tell her,” Bruno smiled as Jimena laughed. “But it's not just Carlos,” he continued, more soberly .”I usually see bad things in my visions, you see, so most people get angry with me.”
“Oh,” Jimena said, sighing regrettably. “I don’t suppose we can flour the entire town, can we?”
“We will run out of flour halfway through,” Bruno said with a sad smile.
Jimena nodded, and lifted herself, dusting off her skirt. “Well then, I suppose you’ll need to come to a friend to cheer you up whenever someone is being a jerk to you again.”
Bruno looked down, crestfallen. “I don’t have any friends,” he said miserably. No one wants to play with me, except for my sisters, but they are busy with their gifts most of the time.”
“I can be your friend!” Jimena said enthusiastically.
Bruno shook his head nervously. “Oh, you don’t want to be friends with me. I am a handful.”
“I have two hands!” she said excitedly. As if to prove her point, Jimena stretched out her arms and helped Bruno up on his feet.
“Bruno Madrigal, will you be my friend?”
“Jimena Montoya,” Bruno said giddily, “I will be your friend.”
A butterfly flew over, landing on the bush. Vaguely, Jimena realised it was the same one she had been looking at moments before, before she met the little boy behind the bush.
Jimena Madrigal my beloved 🦋
Still learning how to draw, but I was pretty happy with how these turned out