#Christmas!bruno

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

The actual +10 character I was working on, Bruno the Masked Reveler!

Am glad to get him finished in the last 1hr half of 2024

[gamerbearmira]

Christmas Madrigal aus? 🥺🥺

CHRISTMAS MADRIGAL AUS💪💪

This is essentially just an alternative version of the Polar Express AU. An au of an au if you will. They're so silly, I love the polar express <333

Ermmmmm their roles are sort of. Idk yet. BUT I DID BASE THEIR DESIGNS OFF OR CHRISTMAS/WINTER STUFF!!! Like both Pedro and Alma being Father/Mother Christmas uhhhh.

Felíx is supposed to be something if a snowman. Bro never gets cold, the scarf is purely for decoration lmao Pepa is supposed to represent snowflakes/snowballs, snow in general. Bruno is just. Christmas tree, everyone loves those. Julieta is covered in hollyberry's, Agustín is obviously the Conductor.

The kids??? Were a little harder ngl. Isabela is just winter plants in general, Dolores is any music, or even bells (lots of bells. They put them on her cause she's WAY too quiet). Luisa, I just thought of the Aurora Borealis; Camilo is probably the Christmas spirit or something like that, Mirabel is a conductor (in-training), and Antonio. Antonio is just there, he's still finding his thing 😭😭

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT I JUST WANTED TO MAKE CHRISTMAS DESIGNS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

also silly little idea where they just have very rosy cheeks. It's just so funny

[knoepfl]

Christmas As It Should Be

9/24

Characters

• Bruno Madrigal: A shy and awkward member of the Madrigal family, adjusting to being part of holiday celebrations after years of isolation.

• Reader (You): Warm, understanding, and determined to make Bruno feel included and cherished during the festivities.

Trigger Warnings

• Themes of isolation: References to past loneliness and struggles with belonging.

• Emotional vulnerability: Exploration of Bruno’s feelings of insecurity and hesitance to connect.

Masterlist

Words: 737

But he wasn’t quite in the center of it.

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The Madrigal household was alive with holiday cheer, the grand dining room decorated with colorful garlands, twinkling candles, and an impressive array of food spread across the table. It was Christmas Eve, and for the first time in years, Bruno was among the bustle of his family.

Bruno stood off to the side, shifting awkwardly by the wall, his green ruana draped over his hunched shoulders. His eyes darted nervously around the room, watching as his family laughed, exchanged gifts, and shared stories. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be there—he did. It was just… overwhelming.

You noticed him almost immediately. Bruno had a way of blending into the background, but you had always been able to find him, even when others couldn’t.

“Hey,” you said softly, approaching him with a warm smile. “Hiding out already?”

Bruno startled slightly, then relaxed when he saw you. “Oh, no, I’m not hiding,” he said quickly, though his voice wavered. “Just, uh… taking it all in.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him. “Come on, Bruno. It’s Christmas. You’re supposed to be celebrating, not standing in the shadows.”

He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m not really the center-of-the-party type, you know? Besides, everyone’s got their own thing going on. They don’t need me hovering around.”

You frowned, stepping closer. “That’s not true. They’re happy you’re here. I’m happy you’re here.”

Bruno’s gaze softened, and he glanced down at his hands. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m not even sure I know how to ‘celebrate’ anymore.”

“Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in festive cheer,” you said, grabbing his hand. “Come on. You’re not spending Christmas hiding in the corner.”

Before he could protest, you led him to the center of the room, where Mirabel was organizing a group activity. It was a simple game of charades, but the laughter and camaraderie were infectious.

Bruno hesitated for a moment before finally joining in, his initial awkwardness giving way to genuine enjoyment. His family cheered him on, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his face lit up when he got a word right, his laughter blending seamlessly with theirs.

Later, when the games wound down and everyone gathered around the dining table, you found yourself sitting beside him. He seemed more relaxed now, his usual nervous energy tempered by the warmth of the evening.

“This is nice,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the chatter around you.

You turned to him, your smile soft. “It is. And you deserve to be part of it, Bruno. You belong here.”

He looked at you, something unspoken passing between you. For a moment, the noise of the room faded, and it was just the two of you.

When the meal was finished and gifts were exchanged, you presented him with a small, neatly wrapped package.

“You got me something?” he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.

“Of course,” you said, handing it to him. “It’s Christmas.”

Bruno carefully unwrapped the gift, revealing a handmade journal with a cover embroidered in shades of green and gold. Inside, the first page bore a simple inscription: For the stories you’ll write and the visions you’ll share.

He stared at the gift, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then he looked up at you, his eyes glistening. “Thank you,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “This… this means a lot.”

“You mean a lot,” you replied, your hand brushing against his.

Bruno’s cheeks flushed, and he looked away, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

As the evening drew to a close, the Madrigals gathered around the glowing candle at the center of the table, their voices rising in a heartfelt rendition of a traditional Christmas song. Bruno’s voice, though hesitant at first, soon joined theirs, blending harmoniously with his family’s.

You stood beside him, your hand slipping into his. He glanced at you, his smile now fully unguarded, and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

For the first time in years, Bruno felt like he belonged—not just to his family, but to you. And as the candlelight danced in his eyes, he realized that this Christmas, he wasn’t just celebrating the holiday. He was celebrating hope, love, and the warmth of being truly seen.

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[heartniche]

[fictodreamer]

Feliz Navidad 🕯️🎄✨

From me, my Bruno, Alba & the rest of the Madrigals! 🥹💚🎄

And I just wanted to say a huge thank you to all my beautiful friends. I value you all so much & wish you a very Merry Christmas! 💋

Art is by my incredible friends @artwork-ns & @lintushadow-art ~ thank you both SO much again 🥹✨✨

🕯️

[quacksoony]

literally nucci, enna, malgeri and gervasio writing mirror christmas

[ladyvandaele]

🎄Merry Christmas 🌟

from Bruno Madrigal & my OC Magdala 💞Wishing everyone very Happy Holidays! ❄️✨

Bruno has been a great comfort character for me this year, he’s helped me get back into creating digital art after such a long hiatus. I’m grateful for the joy he’s brought into my artistic journey. May he bring love and comfort to all who need it 💖

[hectic-hector]

Christmas gift art for my beautiful friend @fictodreamer, featuring her OC Noelle. 🎁🎄❄️🎅

[ambyandony]

Normal occurrence

[hertist-art]

Sketchbook Dump #10

[patemi-pk]

The Mirror Club, by Andrea Malgeri.

Featuring, from left to right, Marco Gervasio, Marco Nucci, Bruno Enna and Andrea Malgeri, the writers of Mirror Christmas.

[hectic-hector]

Inspired by my annual viewing of The Muppet Christmas Carol this evening, I just now made this. Merry Christmas!