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**Sonia watches the lights & fireworks go out as She walked up the street, happily holding hand in hand with Bruno.

<She wanted to go to the festival that night. However, her mother thought it was a bad & dangerous idea. Luckily, her Papa was able to convince his wife to have the idea for his daughter to have an escort. Sonia was ecstatic to have her papa on her side. So, She got to her room to get ready especially for tonight. She wasn't very feminine like the other girls in the village but tonight was going to be special & fun. After hours of getting dolled up, Sonia came down to her escort, surprisingly to see Bruno wearing his rare occasional ruana, tho He hated crowds, he wanted be with her for a night. Bruno viewed her in awe as She though he was quite hansome as well. Soon after going over the rules with her parents & getting a quick but slow picture for memories, Sonia & Bruno headed off to the festival.>

**Sonia softly grasped Bruno's hand to get his attention, giving him a contented smile as he smiled shyly back as Bruno interlaced his fingers with hers. **

Sonia: "I know you dislike crowds, Brunito,but I am grateful that you volunteered to be my escort. Papa would only choose you to keep an eye on me. I know the both of us will have a unforgettable night to remember."

Bruno: "It will be for sure. You make it tolerable to be around people, Soli. It's better than staying in Casita by myself....thank you for being my best frend."

Sonia: *playfully pulls him in closer* thank you for being mine-I mean my best friend too, Nothing will ever come between us."

*Both of them quickly glanced each other with light signs of blush, reverting back to watching the lanterns & the fireworks*

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Gen

Fandom: Encanto (2021)

Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Original Male Character (Chepe), Original Child Character (Briana)

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort

Language: English

A little sketch after one of the story @papermachette

I LOVE her comics, be sure to look. Also I hope you like it

Bruno just wanted to help a little girl not lose hope. And he did not know that he himself needed to keep hope

Characters Chepe and Briana belong @papermachette

So, i HOPE you could at least understand something. Unfortunately, I can't even understand all the mistakes, english is not my language, i'm so sorry

I definitely shouldn't have taken this case, but I hope you don't get upset.

In any case, thank you for allowing you to create from your comics ❤️

I was very shy when approaching Papers to ask if I could write a one shot with Chepe and Briana. I don’t normally do that with users I’ve never interacted with, but what they created in their own little AU was so fascinating I wanted to explore it with my writing too. She was so sweet and open to talk about stories and characters and made me feel so welcome when being brought in to collaborate with everyone else as well 🥺

We started talking more altogether, and it’s been an absolute joy being part of the Lethal Amigos AU. They’ve really boosted my confidence to advertise The Precipice more outside of my little circle too and their support gained me new readers who bring me joy when they comment on my work 🥺❤️

“Better Not Bite The Hand That Feeds You”

By @senshirei / @dos-mariposas

Part 2/?

Chepe and Estevan - Original Characters by @papermachette ( @lethalamigos )

“Here.” Estevan handed Chepe the heavy brown bag. “That’s $300 mil pesos worth of cocaine. You sell it for double that or don’t even think about working for anyone in this town.”

Chepe raised an eyebrow at the man and placed the bag on the table beside him. Estevan was a cocky hijueputa who acted as if he were more important than he was, as if he were a leader in the Santos del Norte gang; but Chepe was running out of money fast and his lifelong skills as a farmer were not in high demand in the city. Estevan had found Chepe, half drunk, in his new local bar, and after some aggressive back and forth, they soon both realised that it could be a beneficial relationship for both of them.

“And hey, since you’re the new guy, and I got a good feeling about you, this is on the house,” Estevan reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small clear baggie stuffed with white powder. “It’s my own special blend - this sells for top price on the streets, but I’m feeling generous. Enjoy.”

He tossed the drugs at Chepe, who raised his fist and caught the bag in midair, not even pausing a beat before tossing it straight back.

“I don’t need your drugs. I’m here to make money and stay out of fucking trouble. I’ll make you triple back on these,” he gestured at the bag on the table, “so I don’t need your charity.”

Estevan frowned and caught the bag, and began passing it from hand to hand as a slow smile crept onto his face. He sat the small baggie down beside the cocaine Chepe was to sell to whoever was willing to buy - the lowlifes living on the streets dying for a fix, the businessman needing a hit to get through his lunchtime meeting, the society woman who did lines in the bathroom as she powdered her nose. “Heh. You really are a little chihuahua, aren’t you? You better not bite the hand that feeds you, perro.”

Chepe growled at the man before him. “Don’t fucking call me that. Only one person ever called me that, and he’s… not in my fucking life anymore.” He took a step toward Estevan, who held his hands up in front of him in mock surrender.

“Ay, ay, Chihuahua. How about Chi? You might want to take something to help you relax, parcero. You don’t want to mess with the wrong people out here. You’re not in your little village any more… what was it again, Enchinto?”

Chepe gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists to stop himself punching the smug look off of the man in front of him. He breathed deeply in and out through his teeth, clenching his jaw to stop himself retaliating or saying a word.

“Fine. No doubt I’ll find out all about you soon enough, Chi Chi.” Chepe’s eyes blazed with the ridiculous nickname. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other if you want to make it in this town. You might want to stay on my good side, amigo.” He cocked his head to the side with a short, sarcastic snigger; enjoying the rage he was causing in Chepe, but careful not to push the man too far. He’d heard the rumours - Chepe was from the town people had spoken of for years, but no one was quite sure they believed in. The town where magic could get you anything you wanted. And Estevan wanted everything.

“Remember - I want at least double those prices back. You have until the end of the week.” The Santos del Norte gangster reached out and snagged an almost-full bottle of whisky sitting on the counter beside Chepe. “Perfect, I could do with a drink. And hey, I gave you a little something-” he nodded toward the packet of white powder, “and you give me a little something. Looks like we both win, Chi Chi.”

“What the fuck-” Chepe began, but Estevan was already out the door. Chepe let himself drop down to sit on the tatty couch - the only piece of comfortable furniture in the shack he now called home. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He could kill for a whisky now, that fucking pendajo. He opened his eyes and looked at the small bag on the table. No. He’d never done drugs before and he didn’t need to now. But fuck, his head was pounding and he was all too aware of the silence filling the room. Chepe never did well on his own. His own head was a dangerous place without the distraction of alcohol swimming in his veins, or a soft, eager girl under his body or strong hands holding his hips from behind, bending him over and-

Fuck.

“To Survive in This Town”

By @senshirei / @dos-mariposas

Lethal Amigos created by @lethalamigos Estevan & Chepe are @papermachette’s OC

Part 3/? - also on AO3 HERE

Late Thursday night, Chepe was laying spread out of his tatty couch, eyes half closed, an almost empty bottle of tequila on the table. He wasn’t sleeping, but the banging on the door still made his heart jolt out of his chest as he jumped up, immediately grabbing his gun from the table and blinking rapidly to try clear his head from the drug come-down and the fog of tequila swirling around his mind.

“Open up, Chi Chi!” the song-song voice carried through the door to Chepe’s pounding head. Chepe rolled his eyes. Not that fucking hijueputa. He wasn’t in the mood for Estevan’s games tonight.

“What do you want, Estevan?” he growled through the door. “It’s nearly fucking midnight!”

“Just open the door, amigo,” Estevan continued, his cheery voice doing very little to hide the venom beneath it. Chepe hadn’t known the minor-league gang member long, but he already know three important facts: one, Estevan thought he was much more important and powerful than he really was. Two, despite this, he was not someone to get on the wrong side of, and was currently Chepe’s only ticket to surviving in this town. And three, he was a fucking prick.

also can I draw him?

Yes, Roto is a very old, very chunky & fluffy gray long hair like this. Emphasis on old, fluffy and chonky

He is missing his front right paw ever since kittenhood, so Chepe named him Roto when he found him in his barn and then gifted him to Gus after his fall

Art by @lethalamigos