SO I JUST REALISED THE ENCANTO SONGS ARE COMING OUT LIKE TOMMOROW? AND IM DEFINITELY GONNA LISTEN TO THAT WHEN IT COMES OUT CAUSE THEY’RE GONNA BE AMAZING
I mean he’s grown up with his mum and aunt; the head of the family his abuela, an older sister, two older female cousins and one younger female cousin PLUS he’s felix’s son who we already know drinks 50 gallons of respecting women juice in the morning.
Bruno left after Mirabel’s ceremony when she was 5
Camilo is also 15 in the movie, so he ALSO hasn’t seen Bruno since he was 5
He should only know as much about Bruno as Mirabel given no one will talk about him
Camilo’s description of him includes rats, which would have no reason to be part of Bruno’s characterization until after he started living in the walls
Seven feet would be a pretty typical amount for a small child to remember someone taller than them being years later
Bruno’s good at unintentionally looming creepily in the dark
Bruno gets all his food by stealing from the kitchen
Conclusion:
Camilo snuck into the kitchen once at night for a late-night snack, Bruno and his rats were stealing food, he says Camilo’s name in surprise, Camilo passes tf out
Seven foot frame, rats along his back, when he calls your name it all fades to black
After Bruno’s return, there are inevitably some people in the village who still call him creepy and spread rumors about him being a bad omen, sometimes saying awful things to his face. Bruno is quiet about it, but Dolores finds out immediately. The nieces and nephews unanimously become Bruno’s personal protection squad. Anyone who speaks ill of him or makes him feel bad will suddenly find lots of loud birds in the area when trying to sleep, and will find themselves tripping over roots and vines that seem to appear right by their feet. Luisa flat-out ignores any requests from those individuals and Camilo pulls pranks on them.
When Abuela finds out, she is furious. She gives all of her grandchildren a stern lecture on misusing their powers, and forbids them from doing anything of the sort again.
After that, she proceeds to march into the village and drag the people being mean to Bruno to the casita one by one and waits with arms folded while they apologize to her son.
Okay okay so like I hc in modern au that Camilo is in band and theatre right,,,but I was thinking,,,what instrument would he play.. Cause like I’m getting vibes that he’d play either trumpet or another brass instrument.. I don’t think he would touch a woodwind, but he may be percussion…
The frigid air of England hits (y/n) as she gazes out of her window, her face saddens as thoughts swim in her mind. She sighs, playing with the bracelet around her wrist. How was she going to connect with the people in Colombia. Her and her brother are French and British, meaning their accent was so evident in their voice. She sighs, resting her head on her arms, closing her eyes.
“Mon Dieu” she mumbles, leaning back up as she racks a hand through her hair. Closing her eyes, she looks across the street. People bustling in the city, cars driving past as kids run around. Her door slams open, making the girl turn around to meet the bright eyes of her brother. His curly deep brown hair messy. She smiles at the boy as he runs her, his lip wobbling.
“Is Papa correct? Are we moving” he says, his voice wobbly as tears fall down his cheeks. (Y/N) smiles at her brother, squawking down to his level. She cups his cheeks, wiping away his tears.
“Oui, but you’ll have me and Papa” she says softly as Finn hugs his sister tightly, letting out a sob.
“But I don’t wanna leave! I like it here” he cries, gripping onto his sisters’ blouse. She sighs, rubbing his back as she coos at him.
“I don’t either copian. But what Papa says goes. Even if both you and I disagree with his decisions. We have to do as he says” The girl says softly, rubbing his back as she sits on the hardwood floor. She pulls her brother onto her lap, letting him lay his ear on her chest. His lip wobbles, his grip on her blouse not loosening as he lets his tears fall. He looks up at her with his big hazel eyes, his eyes glassy.
“Can you sing that one song” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper. (Y/N) smiles, rubbing his back as she hums.
“I sing a lot of songs buddy, which one do you want to hear?” She asks softly, as Finn grips her shirt tighter.
“The sister one. The one Wilbur wrote” he says softly, looking towards the floor. (Y/N) smiles, nodding. She moves Finn next to her, standing up to get her guitar that was beside her bed. She sits back down next to him, fixing her posture. She hums, strumming her guitar, a small smile on her face.
“I thought I couldn’t love anymore” (Y/N) begins, as she strums the guitar. “Turns out I can’t but not for the same reasons as before” Finn looks up towards his sister, a smile on his face as he listens to her sing.
“I use everyone I meet. I can’t find the perfect match” She sings softly, her voice light “Abuse those I love, while I ostracize the ones who love me… back” she continues to play the guitarist, a solemn smile on her face as she looks down as she plays.
“In the path of least resistance, I find myself salting the Earth. Every time that I miss you. I feel the way you hurt” (Y/N) sings, lancing up at her brother as he leans her head on her shoulder. She smiles, continuing the song.
“And I don’t deserve you. You deserve the world. Though it feels like we were built…” she sings, waiting for the next verse,“ From the same dirt” She strums the guitar harder, making it louder as she hums.
“I hate to say it. But your sister was right” she says, swallowing as she feels tears brim to her eyes. “Don’t trust English boys with far too much free time” Her voice grows wobble as she feels her emotions coming a brew.
“And i hate to say t. But your sister was right. I’m nothing but a problem. Leave you crying overnight” She says, tears falling from her eyes and sliding on her rosy cheeks. She hears her brother sniffle, singing along softly with her.
“And I hate to say it. But your sister was right” (Y/N) repeats, sniffling herself as she strums her guitar with passion.
“I can’t focus on the future only my short sight” she sings with passion, her voice on punctuating the words she sings. “I hate to say it. But your sister was right…” She strums the guitar, it leaving a ringing before she strums it again.
“I’m a wanker. Complete wanker” she says, her voice going quiet with her guitar. “ A fucking waste of time” She strums her guitar, the meaning of the song handing in her mind as her brother sniffles again. She looks over to her brother as he plays with a button on his shirt, his face sad with the news they were brought of.
“Do you want to go get some biscuits?” (Y/N) asks softly, placing her guitar next to her. She feels her brother nod. He rubs his nose with his shirt sleeve. The girl smiles, standing up, and helping the smaller boy up.
“Go get your shoes on. I’ll be down in a minute” the girl says, patting her brother on the back. He nods, rushing out of her room and down the stairs. She sighs, gulping as she looks back outside.
“What are we gonna do” she mumbles to herself. She turns, grabbing a cardigan, slipping it on and some boots as well.
“Can we go to foxes one” Finn asks, gripping (Y/N)’s sleeve. She smiles, nodding at her brother’s question.
“Oui! We can take the tube to get there” She says, walking towards the stairs leading towards the subway. Finn nods, glancing around as he grips his sister tighter. They walk down the steps, people scattered around the pavement, waiting for the next train. (Y/N) walks over to a large sign, looking at in thought.
“We’ll need to get off here” she mumbles to herself as Finn looks around skittishly. A ding flows through the underground, the train stopping. (Y/N) wraps her arm around her brother, walking onto the trains. They stand near the side as people crowd onto the train. (Y/N) rubs her brothers shoulder as the train begins moving through the underground. Finn hides his face in her blouse as the travel. Soon enough their stop comes. (Y/N) moves off the train with her brother in front of her. She smiles, taking his hand, leading him up the steps and onto the busy streets of London. She hums, a bittersweet smile on her face as they make their way to their destination.
Opening The door, a small ding rings through the small café. (Y/N) hold the door open for her brother before walking in herself. She smiles, taking in the smell of freshly baked pastries. She leans down slightly as her brother looks up at her.
“Get whatever you want okay” she says softly as Finn nods happily, running towards the clear window with pastries on show. She smiles, walking towards the counter. She looks towards who is at the cash register, meeting the eyes of her good friend. He smiles, his braces showing.
“Bonjour (Y/N)!” The boy says happily, making a small wave. The girl smiles back, walking up to him.
“B - Bonjour Alex” she says softly, her anxious nature taking over. He smiles, his blond hair messy as ever.
“I see you’re letting Finn get anything he wants” he says before leaning on the counter, leaning his face closer to (Y/N)’s. She leans her head back, looking into the boy’s muddy green eyes. “What’s the special occasion?” Alex questions, a smirk on his lips. (YN) chuckles awkwardly, gripping her pants n an anxious behaved.
“W - What?” She lets out, looking everywhere but where Alex is suituated, “There’s no special occasion” Alex laughs, leaning back as he crosses his arms. He raises a questionable brow, his smirk staying on his lips. (Y/N) sighs in defeat, reaching up and twirling a price of hair with her finger.
“W - Well Papa told me something and it’s really big” She mumbles quickly, looking towards the side. Alex looks confused at the girl before sighing. He glances at the clock before leaning closer to her.
“I get off in ten” He stats, looking towards the clock before back to the girl “Tell me what’s happening, ya got it” (Y/N) nods, sopping her anxious habit. Finn walks up to his sister, taking her free hand in his.
“I want the yokshire pudding” he says, he punctuation troublesome. Alex laughs, nodding at the boy.
“Got it petit homme” Alex says, snapping his fingers as he makes his way to the displays. He takes a paper bag, opening it and placing the treat in the bag.
“Anything else?” he asks, leaning back up. The girl hums, looking up at the menu in thought.
“I’ll have a few biscuits, and then two millionaires’ shortbread” she says before looking down at her brother a smile on her lips.
“Anything else you want?” She asks softly. Finn nods, letting go of her hand walking over to the cases. He points towards a strawberry syllabub. Alex smiles, grabbing the treat and biscuits. Putting the biscuits in their own separate bag. The syllabub in a plastic cup. Alex sticks a spoon in the treat, handing it over to Finn. Finn’s eyes widen and glisten. (Y/N) chuckles, reaching in her pocket for her wallet. She pulls it out opening it. She looks towards Alex who smiles at her.
“How much?” she asks, looking towards Alex. Alex smiles cheekily.
“7 pounds Madame” Alex says, leaning against the counter. Finn walks up to his sister, taking her free hand again as he holds his treat. (Y/N) nods, pulling out the sterling’s. She places it on the counter. She turns towards the door, before glancing back.
“We’ll be outside, come to us when your done beau” she says before walking out with her brother. The two sit on the patio seats. She smiles, watching as her brother digs into the treat. She places the two bags on the table, taking a seat beside Finn.
“Are you goma tel Alex?” Finn asks, his mouth full of the frosty treat. (Y/N) laughs, shaking her head as she takes a napkin, whipping is cheek.
“Ne mange pas la bouche pleine, frere” she says softly, a sweet smile on her face. Finn smiles, apologizing before shoving more of the sweet treat in his mouth. (Y/N) takes her own sweet treat from her paper bag, taking a bite of it, humming in satisfaction. Finn looks up at his sister, placing his utensil down.
“I want some’” he says sweetly opening his mouth. (Y/N) smiles laughing at her brother. She shakes her head before letting her brother take a bite of her treat. He hums, closing his eyes as he takes in the flavor.
“’M like it” he says, happily. (Y/N) laughs, shaking her head placing the used napkin down.
“Oh, frere” she mutters, smiling at the boy.
“Alright Mon angle, what is troubling” Alex says, sitting next to the girl. (Y/N) jumps, clutching her heart.
“Mered Alex!” The girl says, turning to glare at the boy who chuckles. Alex leans forward, placing his head in his hands. (Y/N) glares at the boy before sighing glancing at her brother.
“Papa got a letter back from his ami” she says lightly, playing with the bracelet on her wrist. Alex hums, raising a brow. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
“It said that we are welcomed to move to Colombia, and Papa is making us move there” she says softly, hurt evident in her voice. Alex’s eyes wide, his mouth agape. He stutters, his throat going dry. he closes his mouth, swallowing before speaking.
“C - Colombia?” He says breathlessly, not believing what he heard. (Y/N) sighs, her face saddens. Finn looks between Alex and his sister before speaking.
“Papa says it’s be a fresh start for us” Finn says, playing with the rest of his treat “he says that they’d welcome us since that are also magical. I don’t believe it. Sissy doesn’t like it” he says with innocence, looking sadly at Alex.
“I don’t want to leave Alex. I like it here” he says, his voice wobbling. Alex closes his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“It’s okay petite homme” Alex says, reaching over the table to grasp his hand. Alex rubs Finn’s hand reassuringly. “We’ll just have to make the most of it before you leave” (Y/N) takes a hitched breath, tears brimming from her eyes.
“That’s the thing Alec” she says, her voice wavering. Alex looks up, his face filled with worry and concern.
“We’re leaving tomorrow” she whimpers out, gripping her slacks. Alex’s eyes widen again, tears coming to his eyes as well.
“T- That’s unfair! Did your Papa think about you? Or Finn! T -That’s!” Alex says, his lips wobbling as he tries to keep his tears in.
“Je suis desole, Alexandre” (Y/N) mumbles, as she’s taken into an embrace by the male. H holds her tightly, closing his eyes.
“C'est bon angle” Alexander mumbles. Holding her as she sobs into his chest. Finn looks at the two, his eyes watering as well. Alex looks over at him, lifting his arm to welcome him into the hug. Finn rushes over, clutching Alex’s shirt.
“I don’t want to leave” he wails, his tears falling as both the teenagers look at the young boy. They glance at each other, calming the small boy.
“it’s okay, frere”
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“Everyone come on! The taxi’s here!” Miguel calls out to his daughter and son. He stands in the doorway, hands on his hips watching the two come down the stairs. Finn clutches his stuffed mushroom, his eyes glistening with tears. Miguel coos at his son, bending down.
“Come ‘er Fannie” Miguel says, opening his arms to the small boy. Finn scrunches his nose, glaring at his father as he clutches the stuffed toy. His sister soon follows, her hand glazing the barren walls as she walks down the stairs, her rucksack on hr shoulders. She reaches the bottom of the stairs, seeing her brother glaring at their father, she sighs, walking to him and scooping him up. She holds him to her chest walking towards their father.
“Let’s go” she says dryly, walking past him and to the taxi that’s filled with their belongings. Miguel sighs standing up and following the two. He opens the back for the two, letting them get in. (Y/N) places Finn in his car seat, strapping him in. She leans away, shutting his door.
“(Y/N)” Miguel says, placing a hand on her shoulder. She glances at her father, a blank expression on her face. Miguel sighs, pulling her into a hug.
“I know this Isn’t ideal, Fillie” Miguel says, placing his chin on top of her head, “But you’ll love Colombia more that you think you will” (Y/N) sniffles, pulling back.
“I don’t know, but I’ll try for you and Finn” she says softly, turning away heading to the other side of the taxi. Miguel watches his daughter get into the taxi, sighing to himself. He rubs his face before getting into the front seat. The taxi driver looks towards Mughal asking where they deeded to be taken to.
“L'areorport s'il vous plait” Miguel says, glancing back to his children. he sighs, looking back in front of him as the car starts. (Y/N) looks out the window, watching the scenery rush by. She sighs, leaning her cheek against the window.
Thirty minutes passed by the radio being the only noise in the car. The taxi stops in front of the busy airport. Miguel gets out of the car, walking towards the truck. (Y/N) gets out, walking towards her dad.
“What do you need me to do?” she asks, watching her dad pull the luggage out.
“Watch Finn, and I’ll give you his and your carry-on bags” Miguel huffs out, as the Taxi man walks towards him to help. (Y/N) nods, walking over to the other side of the car. She opens the door, unbuckling her brother. He looks at her, getting out with her help. Finn grips her hand tightly as they watch their father.
“(Y/N) here” Miguel huffs, handing the girl a bag and a suitcase. She slips the bag on her other shoulder as Finn grips her hand. Miguel smiles, thanking the taxi driver. Miguel nudges towards the door, having the two follow him. Time brushes by, as they get to the plane. Miguel smiles, rubbing his daughter’s shoulder.
“You two ready?” He asks, as they walk through the gate and to their awaited flight. (Y/N) smiles at her father as Finn stays quiet.
“Ready as I’ll ever be” she mumbles, walking onto the plane.
Everyone in Encanto knew of the Madrigal twins. The troublemaker twins one may say. The two are inseparable, you see one twin, the other is not far behind. Camilo is the youngest twin, a golden child to the village of Encanto. Watching and babysitting kids for tired parents. The oldest twin, Carlos, is a menace to the village. He gets enjoyment from causing people’s days to go wack.
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“Alma, you have a letter for… Bruno” a male says, reaching into his bag, pulling out the letter, and handing it to the older lady. Alma grabs the letter, glancing at it. Alma nods, thanking the man and walking back into casita. Walking into the kitchen, Alma sits down at the table. Reading the letter, she smiles.
“Ah Miguel” he says softly, opening the envelope and pulling out the letter.
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Alma smiles, placing the letter down. Her smile is bittersweet, knowing the boy who this was meant for is no longer there. Alma rubs her eyes before calling it for her daughters.
“Pepa! Julieta! Come here” Alma calls out, hearing footsteps sounding through the house. Pepa peaks her head around the corner.
“Yes Mama?” Pepa asks, walking through the archway and towards her mother. Julieta comes around the corner her husband following her. Alma gestures towards the seats in front of her. The three sit down, looking at each other.
“Pepa, can you call Felix down” Alma says softly, as Pepa nods. Pepa calls for her husband who rushes to where she is.
“Yes, mi Vida?” Felix asks, worry evident on his face. Pepa looks towards the empty seat to her left. Felix sits down as the room grows quiet.
“You all remember you brothers friend Miguel, correct” Alma asks, looking at the four of them. Pepa nods, opening her mouth to speak before her mother hushes her.
“I got a letter from him today” Alm says softly. Julieta gasps, leaning forward.
“Was it for…” she drawls out as her mother nods.
“Si, and he’s asking to move back to Encanto” Alma says, her voice soft. Pepa glance at her husband as a small cloud forms over her head.
“Mama does Miguel know… Bruno isn’t here anymore” Pepa asks, her voice low. Alma shakes her head no, a solemn look on her face.
“No, but it’s better he knows now then later” Alma says, looking between her daughters. The two nod. Felix rubs his wife’s back as Agustin rubs his wife’s shoulder.
“Did he state a reason on why he wants to move back” Julieta asks. Alma sighs, shaking her head.
“No but he left for his collage, to pursue his degree” Alma says, glancing back to the letter in her hands. Felix looks up, leaving his hand on Pepa’s back.
“Miguel was a sweet man; I say we let him back. I remember Bruno saying he adopted a daughter at one point” Felix says, looking over at Julieta and Agustin who nod in agreement. Alma smile wavers.
“In his letter, he stated that he adopted another kid. There isn’t much information, but I believe he is expecting to see Bruno and tell him” Alma sighs out, gripping the letter in her hand. Pepa’s cloud grows as she thinks.
“If Miguel is asking to move back… Then there is a good reason” Pepa states as everyone agrees with her. Alma nods, setting the letter down on the table.
“Well then. It is decided we let Miguel and his family move back to the Encanto” Alma states as her two daughters smile in glee.
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“Papa, you have a letter” The girl sates, holding the letter in her hand as her father rushes over. He takes it from her hand as he stands there, questioning her father’s excitement.
“What is it?” She asks, raising a questionable brow as she fixes the backpack that is hanging off her shoulder.
“It’s from my friend’s mother” Th father says, a smile on his tan lips. The girl sighs, walking into the kitchen.
“Bruno, right” she asks as her father nods.
“Oui! And his mother saysss” he drawls out walking over to the girl,“ That we are welcomed to move to Encanto!”
‘Encanto?“ The girl questions, not remembering any country that was named Encanto.
"Yes Encanto! That is where I grew up. It’s in Colombia” Her father happily says, grinning towards his daughter. She goes wide eyed, her mouth going dry.
“C - Colombia?” She asks breathlessly, her eyes wide in terror. The father smiles sheepishly, walking towards her. He places a hand on her cheek, a small smile on his lips.
“Oui. It’ll be a great fresh start” he says softly as the girl staggers back.
“A fresh start?! I just got out of my comfort zone here papa!” The girl says exasperated, her breathing increasing. “I just made friends Papa! And what about Finn!”
“(Y/N)” the father says, a solemn look on his face as he watches his daughter freak out.
“I can’t start a new Papa! Just talking to Alex without my bloody stutter!” She says, tears brimming to her eyes as her father looks at her sadly.
“A - And Wilbur is teaching me how to play the piano, a – and” She says, her breathing unsteady as she gets pulled into a hug by her father. She lets out a strangled sob, tears falling from her eyes. Her father hushes her, rubbing her back a cradling her head.
“I know Cherie” he mumbles, a frown on his lips, “but it’s for the best”
