Encanto x Reader Oneshots

☽ Left Behind III ☾

❝You can't return or exchange time you lost, God never plays fair.❞

Bruno; he/him
Y/n; she/her

Warnings: broken family, swearing, there's fluff if you squint towards the end, tell me if i missed anything.
POV: Second.
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There is no way that this night could've gone worse.

You sat there in utter shock, covered in dust, staring blankly at the space where the house once stood. You looked at your hands, eyes glued on the scratches and the blood that coated your fingers; the cuts that were engraved in your palms.

   This can't be happening.

   The magic is gone.

   "Are you okay?"

   You looked up from your seated position on the rock, nodding when you met your cousin's eyes. "I'm fine, Camilo." You wiped the blood on your shirt, wincing when the open cuts made contact with the fabric.

   "Stay here," Camilo placed his hand on your shoulder before running off somewhere. You didn't bother asking where he went or watched where he ran off to.

   You were in shock. Your eyes went back to look at the house, coughing and breathing slowly as realization began to settle in. "Casita?" You were hoping you'd see something. Some movement, even if it was a little squeak of a broken door being opened. But no, nothing.

   You stood up, exhaling heavily and looking around. Before you could even take one step away, Camilo got back with a small box with a red plus sign on it.

   "Here," he sat you back down. He began to clean the wounds on your hands, taking cotton swabs and dousing them in rubbing alcohol.

   When the cotton made contact with the cut, you pulled your hand away. "Camilo, that hurts!" You didn't mean to shout at him. You were just frustrated and upset. You came to a realization that your house was now broken, and that you'd be living homeless until you can find a new one.

   "I need to clean it." Despite your snappy attitude, he still treated you with care. He took your hand back, continuing to clean the wound. "I know it hurts, just sit tight, okay?"

   "Camilo...!" You bit your bottom lip, legs trembling as he continued with his work. You sat there impatiently, eyes shut tightly as you winced with every move he made.

   He worked as quickly and efficiently as he could, wrapping each hand with gauze. "There, done," he pulled away, closing the box.