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Encanto Masterlist
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Camilo Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Camilo x Reader Headcanons
Camilo proposing to you
Camilo taking care of you while you're sick
Yandere!Camilo x Reader
Camilo x Reader with Shadow Magic
Camilo simping over Reader
Camilo x insecure!reader
Camilo meeting your ex-boyfriend would include
Having a secret relationship with Camilo would include
Jealous!Camilo x Reader
Camilo being the only one capable of making you laugh
Stealing Camilo's ruana would include
Camilo comforting you when you're crying
Camilo simping over Magical!Reader
Camilo saying "I love you" for the first time
Camilo reacting to Jealous!Reader
Camilo accidentally confessing his feeling to you
Dancing with Camilo Madrigal
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Dolores Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
How the Familly Madrigal react to Dolores's noise sensitivity
Imagine : None
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Pepa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Pepa x Reader Headcanons
Imagine :
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Bruno Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Bruno Madrigal having a heavy crush on Reader Headcanons
Bruno comforting his nieces and nephews
Imagine :
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Mirabel Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Having a picnic date with Mirabel Madrigal would include
Imagine :
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Luisa Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
None
Imagine :
Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety
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Isabela Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Isabela dating a botanist Imagine :
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Julieta Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Julieta Madrigal x Reader Headcanons
Imagine :
None
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The Family Madrigal - [Request Open]
Headcanons :
Family Madrigal helping a self-harming!Reader
Imagine :
None
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#encanto#encanto 2021#disney encanto#encanto mirabel#encanto bruno#encanto luisa#encanto camilo#encanto julieta#encanto isabela#encanto fandom#encanto fic#encanto pepa#camilo madrigal x reader#camilo x reader#family madrigal#dolores madrigal#fanfic#mirabel madrigal x reader#julieta madrigal x reader#luisa madrigal#camilo madrigal#isabela madrigal x reader#luisa madrigal x reader#bruno madrigal x reader#bruno madrigal#masterlist
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Encanto TV show requirements (will be added on to as I get more ideas):
Cleaning day episode
Prank war episode
Singing, lots of singing
Solo songs for everyone
Actually talking about everyone's trauma
Cute couple moments
How things have changed in the encanto
One-on-one interactions between every possible pair of Madrigals
Christmas special
Mariano and Dolores getting married
Pedro lore
LGBTQ characters who aren't regulated to the background
Either a rewritten Family Madrigal or Columbia, Mi Encanto is the theme song
Someone not forgiving Abuela for... well, everything (Isabela seems like the most likely)
I kind of want to see how all the adults act while drunk
Can we get to know some characters outside the family?
Adding onto that, there's no way none of them have any friends. Let's meet these friends.
You can't tell me that everyone loves the Madrigals either
I'd like to meet Agustin and Felix's families
Triplet shenanigans!
THE OTHER ROOMS
#encanto#abuela alma madrigal#pepa madrigal#bruno madrigal#julieta madrigal#felix madrigal#agustin madrigal#mirabel madrigal#camilo madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#dolores madrigal#antonio madrigal#mariano guzman#dolores x mariano#pepa x felix#julieta x agustin#pedro madrigal
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I had the idea to do a fanfiction about what would happen if the Madrigals didn’t get their magic back at the end of the movie, but went on to have occupations of sorts linked to their past gifts. Julieta becomes something of a doctor with Isa helping her come up with plant-based remedies, Luisa helping out where she can with construction of things, Gus potentially being a music teacher for the children in Encanto…things like that.
I was just wondering if anyone would read it if I go ahead and do it? I’m quite excited about it, but I wanna make sure there’s an audience for it before I start working on it.
#encanto#julieta madrigal#disney encanto#agustin madrigal#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#camillo madrigal#dolores madrigal#antonio madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#mirabel madrigal#alma madrigal#mariano guzman#bruno madrigal#julieta x pepa x bruno#julieta pepa and bruno#julieta x mirabel#julieta x agustin#agustin and julieta#felix and pepa#felix x pepa#the family madrigal#madrigal sisters#the madrigals#madrigal family#disney fanfiction#encanto au#encanto fanfic#encanto fic
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Isabela: *picks Mariano up, puts him on a different chair*
Dolores: What are you doing?
Isabela: I need to bitch about things to you, Lola, so I need to sit beside you. *sitting in Mariano’s chair* You will not believe what Luisa fucking said to me. I swear, she’s fucking insane.
Luisa: I CAN HEAR YOU, YOU IDIOT! I AM LITERALLY SITTING ACROSS FROM YOU! YOU WERE JUST SAT BESIDE ME!
Isabela: FUCK YOU
Luisa: FUCK YOU
Camilo: FUCK ALL OF YOU
Dolores: Why are you yelling!?
Camilo: I FELT LEFT OUT
Agustín: SAME
Antonio: CAN I SHOUT TOO!?
Pepa: NO EVERYONE STOP
Bruno: WAIT WHY ARE WE ALL SHOUTING
Pepa: I’M ONLY SHOUTING BECAUSE YOU’RE SHOUTING
Bruno: YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SHOUTED FIRST
Pepa: LIAR
Camilo: YEAH DON’T TALK ABOUT MY MAMÍ LIKE THAT YOU CREEPY RAT MAN
Mariano: Um… Should I come back another time?
Julieta: We are very glad you’re here, Mariano.
Alma: I agree, it’s very nice to have a family dinner together, where everyone is free to be themselves—
Félix: DOLORES STOP TRYING TO SMASH YOUR PLATE OVER CAMILO’S HEAD
Mirabel, crying: Why can’t we have a normal family dinner?
#encanto#incorrect encanto quotes#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#luisa madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#mirabel madrigal#agustín madrigal#pepa madrigal#bruno madrigal#alma madrigal#julieta madrigal#félix madrigal#mariano guzmán#dolores x mariano#madrigal grandkids#madrigal triplets#madrigal family
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Vows (aka leave room for Jesus)
Master comic list
Start from the beginning
Comic 1: totally smitten
#prophetic hijinks#encanto#encanto ocs#Bruno madrigal x oc#Bruno madrigal#brunomadrigal#elena ruiz#Elena madrigal#prophetic vignettes#pepa Madrigal#Felix madrigal#Julieta madrigal#Agustin madrigal#Mirabel madrigal#Dolores madrigal#Antonio madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa magridal#Camilo madrigal
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Didn't expect him to be so... tall
*Knock! Knock!*
Isabela: Oh! It's him! I gotta go fix my make up. **Runs upstairs to her room**
Félix: **Opens front door to reveal handsome Latino man carrying bags**
Alma, Julieta and Pepa: **Invites man in with happy and excited smiles**
Julieta: Hello! I'm Julieta, Isabela's mother. She's said many good things about you but being so handsome wasn't one of them. These are my other daughters and Isabela's sisters.
Mirabel: Hello! It's nice to finally meet you!
Luisa: Mamá is right. You certainly are cute. I got these **Effortlessly takes bags**
Pepa: Why don't you come in? Make yourself comfortable. **Guides man to the living room couch**
Dolores: Your lady will be down any minute now.
Man: Well that sounds great. **Takes seat**
**Hiccup suddenly walks up to the door, carrying the rest of the bags**
Agustín: **Notices Hiccup** Oh, thanks for getting those. **Gives Hiccup money as a tip**
Hiccup: Uh? Thanks?
Isabela: **Comes down the stairs and sees her boyfriend** Baby! **Rushes over and gives Hiccup a scorching kiss**
Madrigal family: 😲😯😮😱🤯😲😮😯😲😐😳
Camilo: **Taps Latino man's shoulder** Compañero, you gonna let her tip him like that?! Caballero! What does she do when you go out to eat?!
Isabela: **Ends the kiss but stays flush against Hiccup** Familia, this is Hiccup. Hiccup, this is my Familia.
Hiccup: 👋🙂 Hello. It's a pleasure to finally meet everyone.
Isabela: **Tugs on Hiccup's arm** Come. I'll show you to your room.
**Hiccup and Isabela leave upstairs**
Latino man:... So... what about the Lady you promised me?
Félix: Here. **Gives man a tip** Go on and find your own.
**Man leaves and family share looks of confusion and disbelief**
Julieta: When Isabela described him, she didn't mention that he was... tall. N-Not that I have any problems with people who are... t-tall.
Mariano: Sí. My prima once dated a man who was, uh... tall.
Agustín: Well... we have been getting many tourists coming here. It shouldn't be a surprise that one of the men she meets happens to be... tall.
Camilo: Am I alone in this or didn't none of you notice he was white?
Alma: Dios mío! What is Isabela thinking?! *forwns and rubs her forehead**
Camilo: Sorry? Did I say white? I meant "tall".
Antonio: He didn't seem that tall to me. Luisa is taller than him.
Alma: I stopped trying to force Isabela to marry who I decided for her, but no nieta of mine will marry a gringo.
Mirabel: Wait, wait, wait wait. Abuela, Isabela seems so happy. And shouldn't her happiness come first?
**Madrigal family share looks**
Julieta: Madre, this is her decision.
Bruno: Let Isabela have this. If we have reason to believe that this Hiccup hidalgo is bad for her or harms her in any way, then we can voice our thoughts and any objections. But if Isabela is truly happy and Hiccup is good for her, then we should support her.
Alma:...Fine... I will not try to stop their relationship... but I will not support it either. And that includes allowing that man inside my home. After today, Isabela can see him wherever she likes, but it will not be inside this house. *Leaves with a troubled look on her face**
(I know Pepa has lighter skin compared to the others but roll with it)
#encanto#how to train your dragon#httyd#hiccup#hiccup haddock#hiccup horrendous haddock lll#mirabel madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#alma madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#bruno madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#agustin madrigal#antonio madrigal#mariano guzman#felix madrigal#source: fresh prince of bel-air#Hiccabela#crossover ship#hiccup x isabela
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If NO ONE will talk about the connections between Encanto and The Outsiders, I will.
-the characters, okay, the character crossovers,
Ponyboy Curtis is Mirabel Madrigal (the quirkyyyy one who thinks differently/is differently main character energy)
Sodapop Curtis is Isabel Madrigal (the pretty one who often gets seen as only beautiful/perfect and shallow because of it, but really do have a kind soul and are willing to sacrifice so much for their family)
Darry Curtis is Luisa Madrigal!!!!!! (The strong one, heavily depended on for physical/emotional labor, always stressed and worried about taking care of the family)
Two bit Mathews is Camilo Madrigal (the comedic character that drops hints of a deeper person/meaning but no one ever talks about it, also secretly tired of having to keep up the jokes all the time and never being trusted with anything serious)
Johnny Cade is Antonio Madrigal (shyer more dependent character who is close to having a massive character change~ possibly coming of age)
Dallas Winston is Bruno Madrigal (I see the connection here not in personality but how people act about these types of characters- abandoned, taboo characters who get shoved away, deemed as wicked)
Steve Randle is Delores Madrigal (often ignored but actually carries a big part in the plot which is never discussed- this character has a lot connections and uses them, also worth noting that Delores kinda treats Mirabel like Steve treats Pony with the innocent seeming snarky remarks, if you don’t understand I am referring to “Oh, she didn’t get one” when talking about gifts which was absolutely unnecessary)
-not to mention the “big family” trope in both of them
-and they both have trio siblingsss
-both have similar tropes of “adults not understanding” and abuse in families
-not to mention the outsiders is a musical and so is encanto
-also like some of the Songs are sooooo coded for certain outsiders characters
-imma do a list of that tbh
“The Family Madrigal” ~Ponyboy Curtis coded, he would introduce the gang like this
“Waiting on a Miracle”~ I know is seems Ponyboy Curtis coded, but this is a motherfreaking Johnny Cade song at heart no one can tell me otherwise “Can’t keep down the unspoken invisible pain, always waiting in a miracle” like TELL me that isn’t Johnny Cade
“Surface Pressure” DARRRY CURTIS SONG RIGHT HERE I MADE A POST ABOUT THIS
“We don’t talk about Bruno” Dallas Winston, pretty straight forward
“What Else Can I Do?” Honestly even though Soda has a lot in common with Isabel I don’t think it’s his song- I think it’s Steve’s.
“Dos Oruguitas” SAME ENERGY AS STAY GOLD PONYBOYYYYT AHHHH I CANT~ Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis coded ahhhh song
“All of you” Ponyboy in that one line of like “Hundreds of boys who maybe watched sunsets and looked at stars and ached for something better.” But really this song is whole gang coded in different moments
“Colombia, Mi Encanto” I get Two Bit Mathews energy from this song- celebratory, beautiful, happy
-honestly this is the Part One of a longggggggg series of rants
-also this isn’t a connection but Delores is evil go watch the MatPat film theory here’s the link
youtube
Comment anything or shoot an ask about any of YOUR connections!
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
@alittlebitofloveliness
@ac3ifix
#the outsiders#the outsiders hcs#the outsiders headcanons#johnny cade#sodapop curtis#ponyboy curtis#two bit mathews#dallas winston#darry curtis#encanto#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#camilo madrigal#dolores madrigal#antonio madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#alma madrigal#the outsiders x encanto#Youtube
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Encanto Characters and their Yellowstone Counterparts: Part 1
Good morning, afternoon, or evening to anyone reading my post. Thank you for taking the time out of your day to ready this.
Recently, @embermc posted that Encanto(Movie 2021) and Yellowstone(TV series 2018) basically share the same plot, but have different settings and themes.
Honestly, i found @embermc 's comparison very helpful, as I have watched Encanto many times but only watched Yellowstone once, so I am able to understand Yellowstone better.
As such, in this multi-part series, I will state which Encanto and Yellowstone characters are the most similar and why, so please stay tuned!
Thank you for taking the time to read this.
#encanto#disney princess#encanto mirabel#encanto isabela#encanto dolores#encanto bruno#encanto disney#alma madrigal#julieta madrigal#agustin madrigal#julieta x agustin#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#pepa x felix#bruno madrigal#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#luisa madrigal#camilo madrigal#mirabel madrigal#antonio madrigal#john dutton#lee dutton#jamie dutton#beth dutton#rip wheeler#rip x beth#kayce dutton#monica dutton#carter wheeler
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Supportive sobrinas and sobrinos 💗
#what happened after the reel wbajsha-#encanto fandom#encanto disney#encanto#encanto oc#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#dolores madrigal#bruno madrigal x oc#original character#They are so fun to draw damn it wbajsha#Look at them so adorable with their expressions 😭#my art#lineless art#maría madrigal#maría garcia
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Encantober Day 21: Age
She was twenty-five years old. One day, she had been married to the love of her life; eagerly awaiting the arrival of their little blessing, which turned out to be little blessings. The next, she was widowed and alone with three babies, far away from the home where she had grown up. How she was supposed to do this alone, she couldn’t say. It would have been hard enough raising triplets with help. Every day, she passed by the portrait of Pedro that had somehow been hanging up in the house as soon as it rose out of the ground, running her hand along the frame lovingly. Whenever she did that, the stairs did a tap dance in response. She had a sneaking suspicion that the house and Pedro were connected, but she shook it off, figuring she was just sleep deprived. Taking care of three babies was hard, but to see them growing every day, discovering the world around them…
He should have been here for this.
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She was twenty-six years old. Today was her birthday. The first one since…well. Since they had moved to their encanto. She didn’t feel up to celebrating, but the townspeople had graciously dropped off some food and a cake they had made for her. Chocolate, her favorite. Pedro’s favorite too. He’d had such a sweet tooth. Alma could barely finish any sweets she had without him trying to steal them from her. Still, she thought sadly, she would give him this entire cake just to have him back again. She would give anything.
He should have been here for this.
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She was twenty-six years old. The triplets were turning one. They had grown so much! Despite being the same age, they were so different. Pepa was the easiest to tell apart. She was fair and had tufts of red hair sticking out all over her head. Out of the three, she’d been the first to talk, and she cried the loudest. If you dared ignore her, she’d scream like la Llorona. Bruno had started walking first, but he was by far the quietest. Alma had to keep a special eye on him to keep him from getting hurt. Julieta had beautiful big brown eyes and dark brown curls. She’d burbled happily before she could talk and kept reaching out her chubby little hands towards others. Oh, the townspeople adored them! The celebration they gave to the three miracle babies of the encanto was unforgettable. But there was one part she wished she could forget.
He should have been here for this.
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She was thirty years old. Somehow, she had made it through the triplets’ infancy and toddlerhood. Surely it would be easier from here on out. If anything, all four of them were sleeping through the night, even Pepa, who’d had a few rough months. Of course, hope was futile; a lesson she should have learned five years prior. On the triplets’ fifth birthday, she awoke to three brand new doors, shimmering mysteriously in the hallway. When she went to inspect them, she saw that each doorknob had a different letter carved into it- the triplets’ initials.
By this point, the children had woken up and followed her to the doors. Pepa’s big green eyes lit up with joy as she opened the door to her new room. Suddenly, she realized she had her own personal rainbow hanging over her head. Shouting in shock, she backed away.
That was when Bruno unexpectedly warned her that she’d trip over the banister.
Indeed, Pepa went tumbling over, sliding down the stairs and skinning her knee. Immediately, she broke out into tears, and was even more surprised to feel rain rolling down her cheeks alongside her tears.
Julieta ran down the stairs and went into the kitchen, grabbing an arepa that had been waiting for breakfast. She offered it to Pepa, the way she’d seen Alma do when they got hurt, to distract her from her pain. As soon as she took a bite, the redness on her knee cleared up and the skin healed over.
Alma almost fell over in shock herself. Without any rational explanation, her children had somehow seemingly acquired abilities that were nothing short of magic. Pepa affected the weather. Julieta could heal. And Bruno…could he see the future? Ay. She rubbed her temples. Things wouldn’t be easy after all.
That night, when she brushed her hair before bed, she noticed her first gray hair. The first sign she was getting older.
He should have been here for this.
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She was forty years old. Amazingly, she had managed to keep her three magical children alive and they getting ready for Julieta and Pepa’s quinceañera. A joint party, of course, but one so lively that no one would miss a second party. Sometime in the last few years, it felt like the veil over Alma’s life had lifted. Colors brightened. Shapes sharpened. And music sounded sweet again. For the first time in a long time, she had allowed herself to dance again. She missed her Pedro, but there was nothing she could do to bring him back. Besides, she and the children had survived. They were safe, and more than safe- they were thriving! Thanks to the triplets’ magical gifts, Alma could give back to the community that had supported them through those first few perilous years. She could try to pay back the massive debt she had accumulated that weighed on her for all those years.
And so she danced! Despite the many quiet years, her feet remembered the steps and carried her from one song to the next. The twinge of pain in her knees was new; she’d certainly never experienced that before while dancing. But no matter; she wouldn’t let it ruin her night! Just like she wouldn’t let the way Pepa swished her skirts around when boys were watching ruin it. Or the way Bruno danced with Julieta because otherwise she’d spend much of the night sitting. These girls needed their papá around; to raise them, to love them, to show them what a man was supposed to be. To dance with them on their special night.
He should have been here for this.
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She was forty-seven years old. It was Pepa’s wedding day. Pepa would be marrying a wonderful man; one who loved her and would take care of her like Pedro promised to do for Alma. Her heart was overflowing with joy for her daughter. Even though the hurricane had been catastrophic, at the end of the day, Pepa had gone home with her husband. And Alma had not.
He should have been here for this.
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She was fifty years old. This time it was Julieta’s wedding day. She too was marrying a man who promised to love her and cherish her, through anything life would throw at them. Her wedding had been a calmer affair, though no less joyous. Alma laughed, and she cried, and she wasn’t sure which one was giving her more wrinkles around her eyes. But just like Pepa, Julieta did not have her papá at her wedding.
He should have been here for this.
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She was fifty-three years old. Her first grandchild, a beautiful baby girl, had just been born. Julieta cradled her proudly, humming to soothe her as the baby cried. Alma couldn’t keep the tears out of her own eyes. She was a grandmother. Soon, any day now by the looks of Pepa’s belly, she’d be one again. A joy she should have shared.
He should have been here for this.
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She was fifty-five years old. Another granddaughter was born. Alma rocked her to sleep in her arms, ignoring the way her joints would seize up sometimes. Their family had been so blessed over the years.
He should have been here for this.
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She was fifty-eight years old. Isabela, who had just turned five, got a gift of her own! She could make the most beautiful flowers appear. Just like the ones Pedro gave to her. Shortly after, little Dolores also got a gift; able to hear anything no matter how quiet. The magic was growing.
He should have been here for this.
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She was fifty-nine years old. Her eyesight was growing weaker, but there was no mistaking that this newest Madrigal baby, with his crooked grin and floppy curls, would be beautiful, just like his mamá and papá. Even after all these years, Alma instinctively turned to her side to hand him the baby.
He should have been here for this.
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She was sixty years old. Another wonderful baby girl. Alma felt something special as she held her in her arms. The girl looked up at her with large inquisitive eyes. She would have been Pedro’s favorite, Alma knew in her heart.
He should have been here for this.
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She was seventy years old. They had not been expecting any more little blessings, but Antonio had decided to surprise them all, with his wild curls and infectious smile. Alma felt her back stoop as she held him. Even at such an old age, she was blessed to see new life begin. But she wished she could have been blessed to share that old age with her love.
He should have been here for this.
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She was seventy-one years old.
She was seventy-two years old.
She was seventy-three years old.
She was seventy-four years old.
She was seventy-five years old.
He should have been here for this.
He should have been here for this.
He should have been here for this.
He should have been here for this.
He should have been here for this.
#alma madrigal#pedro madrigal#pepa madrigal#bruno madrigal#julieta madrigal#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#luisa madrigal#camilo madrigal#mirabel madrigal#antonio madrigal#encantober#alma x pedro#foreveranevilregal writes#writing encanto#encantober 2023#age#tw pregnancy mention#trying something different with this one#i mathed out the ages from numbers i got online#so if i got them wrong no i didn't#made myself real sad writing this#an influx of sympathy for alma was not on my bingo card for this year
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Welcome!!!
Formerly known as both Brumiraforthesoul and Sunshineshipper. I'm coming back to post all of my old stories on here and have space to find likeminded people to enjoy shipping with. If you want to talk, my messages are always open. 😊
My main ships (Currently) are Brumira, Isamilo, and possibly Pinecest.
Archive of Our Own
#encanto#brumira#bruno x mirabel#mirabel x bruno#isamilo#isabela x camilo#camilo x isabela#gravity falls#pinecest#pinescest#dipper x mabel#mabel x dipper
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I wanna do a collection of one shots about the Madrigal kids and their parents when they were all little - inspired by my hc that Isabela got herself tangled up in her vines CONSTANTLY when she was little because I need that in my life.
If any of you guys have any suggestions for chapters - like for any of the kiddos and their gifts or just funny moments within the family, let me know. I would be happy to do them :)
#isabela madrigal appreciation#isabela madrigal#young isabela madrigal#young dolores madrigal#young camilo madrigal#young luisa madrigal#young mirabel madrigal#antonio madrigal#julieta x agustin#pepa x felix#abuela alma madrigal#bruno madrigal#encanto fanfic#encanto fanfiction#encanto fanfic ideas#encanto fic
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Encanto
Bruno Madrigal
(Coming soon)
Isabela Madrigal
(Coming soon)
Camilo Madrigal
(Coming soon)
Dolores Madrigal
(Coming soon)
#bruno madrigal#pepa madrigal#isabela madrigal#camilo madrigal#julieta madrigal#madrigal#bruno madrigal x reader#camilo madrigal x reader#dolores madrigal#dolores x reader#dolores madrigal x reader#camilo x reader#isabela madrigal x reader#isabela x reader#encanto x reader#encanto
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Bruno: Just be yourself.
Camilo: Really? Tío Bruno, I have one day to win over Marco’s family.
Camilo, turning to the others: How long did it take for you guys to like me?
Isabela: A week or two.
Luisa: Couple months.
Mirabel: Several years.
Dolores: Jury’s still out.
Camilo: See, Tío? “Just be yourself,” what kind of garbage advice is that?! I hope you’re not telling Antonio this crap!
#encanto#incorrect encanto quotes#camilo madrigal#dolores madrigal#isabela madrigal#mirabel madrigal#luisa madrigal#bruno madrigal#marco osma#camilo x marco#madrigal grandkids#antonio madrigal
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Breathe, Mi Amor-Bruno x reader
Request: yes (anonymous)- “can we please have a protective Bruno after discovering someone giving the reader some very unwanted attention?”
Warning: contains themes of sexual harassment (brief) and angst
Pronouns: she/her
Warnings: creepy behavior (with intoxication), long writing, google translate
Another party? Sheesh, Bruno didn’t remember there being this many before he left. Granted, the children were little and most already had their gifts, but still. Now it was practically a bi-weekly tradition. And every party was just as excitedly talked about around town as the last. It never got old apparently. Well, it did for Bruno. After the small celebration of his return, followed by the housewarming party after Casita was finished, his social battery was pretty much empty.
He adjusted his rauna in the mirror. Mirabel had demanded to make him a new one, considering he had been wearing the same one for the past ten years or so. It wasn’t too far off from the last, just a deeper, more forest-ey green and a much darker pattern. Plus, Mira had made the old one into a pillow, which his little rodent friends enjoyed sleeping on. In an attempt to look nicer, he tied his hair up loosely. He was so used to his old rauna and hair in his face that it almost made him feel exposed in a way. His neck felt colder, that’s for sure. He fidgeted with his clothing more, looking over his appearance in almost a nervous manner. He glanced over at one of the rats, who of which was staring at him from their seat on his dresser. “What are you looking at me like that for?” He asked, tilting his head a bit as he scratched the back of the rat’s neck. The rat almost mimicked him, climbing onto his hand and up his arm. Settling on his shoulder, the rodent’s little hands pawed at a few loose curls. Bruno smiled softly, looking at him from the mirror. “Yeah, I don’t know how I feel about it either.” He shrugged, gently scooping the rat in his hand and returning him to his dresser. “Y’know, I would ask that you and your little buddies don’t raid the snack table again. Or at least please wait until everyone has left. You guys are lucky Antonio took the heat for you guys the last time and said that you could.” His expression was unamused as the rat almost seemed to smile, hopping off of the bed and into one of the little holes in the wall.
Bruno rolled his eyes as he huffed and straightened his posture, making his way towards the door. “Oscar, you’re in charge.” He gave a serious nod towards a smaller rat with silvery-brown fur, earning a sniff and a blink in response. “Good enough”, he said with a shrug as he closed the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he began his descent down the hundreds of stairs. As Casita was rebuilt, a much faster pulley system was introduced to his cave as a way to get up and down. The people were curious as to why Bruno still insisted on keeping the stairs, as he claimed it was simply for aesthetic purposes. In reality, he used the extra few minutes to gather any last-minute thoughts before he faced the world again. The soft sand crunched under his feet as he made the final stretch to the door, hesitating a bit as his hand rested on the doorknob. Though he wasn’t given much time to think, as the door flung open and the tiles under his feet tossed him forward. Thankfully, there were no longer stairs between his door and the main balcony of doors. “Hey! Knock it off, will ya?” He regained his footing and dusted himself off as his door slammed behind him.
“Hey tío! Lookin sharp!” Mirabel rushed past him in a blur, followed by Luisa with several crates stacked in their arms. One sister obviously struggled more than the other, but she definitely had the enthusiasm. “Oh! Uh, gracias.” He gave a nervous chuckle, stepping out of the way. A plush ball of orange material bounced off the top of his head, dropping down by his feet. “Sorry! Could you pass that back?” Camillo shouted up to his uncle, motioning to the ball of streamers that he had been tossing in between the rafters. Bruno chuckled as he tossed it back, making sure to wrap it around the banister a few times to make his nephew’s job just slightly easier.
Looking around the room, Bruno could see every family member buzzing around the house. Carrying platters, tossing rugs, lighting candles, you name it. It was honestly rather overwhelming, the the excessively loud volume that neither he and most likely Dolores didn’t appreciate. He debated just turning around and heading right back into his room. The thought was short lived as he heard his name called from the kitchen doorway. “Aye! Bruno!” Julieta stepped from the doorframe, dusting her hands on her somehow pristine apron. “Mind running to the grocer’s? I didn’t pick up enough tomatoes this morning.” Bruno gave a bit of a stuttered nod, heading towards the stairs. An incredibly strong floral scent flooded his senses as he reached the main floor, Isabela not far behind. “Plus, you’ll get the chance to visit your novia.” Isa gave a genuine smile, despite her teasing giggle. Bruno quirked a brow, Isa falling into step beside him as he headed towards the front doors. “Who are you referring to?” Isa rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t play that game. Literally everyone in town is aware of your little crush on seniorita (y/n). I wouldn’t be surprised if she realized it too.” Bruno only shrugged her off as they passed through the doors. He supposed she was coming with him then. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Isa huffed as the doors closed behind them, beginning their walk towards the market. “Oh come on! The stares? Your face is always red when she’s around? Last time she even looked at you, I watched you trip on your own feet and land in a bush!” Bruno immediately stiffened, shaking his head slightly. “Hey! It was one time, my allergies were peaking because of your pollen, and I couldn’t see. It’s not my fault!” He raised his hands in defense. Isa only snickered. “You’re a bad liar, you know that?” Nothing was said for a few moments. “We’re here to get tomatoes. Nothing more.” A firm statement that the conversation was officially over. The rest of the walk was silent, the passing conversation of townsfolk really the only sound.
The silence was finally broken as Bruno opened the door, followed by a small “after you,” as he followed his niece in. “Welcome in!” The two were immediately met with a madhouse. Supply was flying off the shelves faster than they could be stocked, children ran around the tables in loud and excited conversation, and a line for the register was stretched nearly the entire span of the store. And at the front of the line, behind the counter, was her. Hair once tied back, now falling from the blue ribbon that held it tightly in place. Her movements were frantic, but no less friendly. Simply a bit more professional than they normally were. Sunlight leaking though the windows from behind framed her neck and shoulders perfectly, appearing almost as if she were a portrait. A portrait that Bruno could sit and admire for hours. “Uh, tío? The tomatoes?” Isa urged, pulling Bruno from his daydream. “Right! Right…” Bruno quickly straightened himself up, speeding past his niece and the the table containing only about half a dozen tomatoes. “Hopefully these will be enough.” He scooped them into his arms, receiving a nod from Isabela. “We better get in line before it leads out the door. “ Bruno nodded, hesitantly shuffling towards the line. He would be unlike himself if he didn’t rehearse any possibly conversation in his head, growing more and more nervous as the line grew shorter and shorter.
“Good morning Señor Madrigal, Isabela. What can I do for you?” (Y/n) gave a smile that, despite how warm it appeared, failed to hide how tired she was. “Aye, you work yourself too hard, Señorita.” Isa smiled as Bruno set the produce on the counter. (Y/n) shrugged. “Just making a living.” She huffed a laugh, writing down the sold tomatoes for inventory. She pulled a small burlap sack from under the counter, gently setting the tomatoes inside and tying it shut. “Seems like everyone is preparing for tonight just as much as you are.” Isa hummed in agreement, hoisting the sack into her arms. Her uncle, on the other hand, just listening to the conversation. He felt awkward, of course, but it was outweighed by his curiosity and observations. The way she span the pen in her hand as she was caught in conversation. Her hair falling across her eye, followed by her tucking the loose strand behind her ear. Isa glanced over, and she subtly elbowed him to grab his attention. She supposed she would spare him the embarrassment of getting caught staring. Bruno jumped just slightly, giving a small, awkward laugh and wringing his hands. “How much do we owe you?” Bruno couldn’t tell if he was talking fast, or he was just over-analyzing. (Y/n) shook her head, waving them off. “Oh don’t worry about it, you have enough to worry about with the party planning. Besides, Julieta is one of my best customers.” She said, pinning her previously written note to the shelf behind her. “It’s really no trouble, you’ve had a busy day and you deserve the profit.” Bruno urged. “Really, it’s alright. I’m getting a new shipment tomorrow morning anyways.” Another warm smile that made Bruno’s thoughts fuzzy. “How about a trade instead?” Isa suggested, earning a raised eyebrow from both the store clerk and her uncle. Bruno’s gaze quickly flicked down as he felt a small vine climbing up his arm, settling against his palm. Suddenly, a bouquet of variously colored cattleya orchids erupted into his grasp, Bruno almost instantaneously holding his hand out in shock. “A gift for a gift”. Isa smiled sweetly, looking between (y/n) and her uncle. The pair stared at each other wide-eyed, and Bruno felt his posture shoot straight up. Of course he couldn’t just pull his hand back and hurry out the door, after nearly smacking the poor woman in the face. A sharp kick in the shin helped clear Bruno’s mind just enough to somewhat form a sentence. “Uh- yeah, uh, a gift for a gift.” He gave a shaky laugh, gaze shifting from her eyes to the floor. (Y/n), though, had no problem composing herself, gently taking the flowers from his hand. “Oh, gracias! I actually just emptied a vase a bit ago.” She beamed, giggling as she grabbed an empty vase from the windowsill. Conveniently, she had just disposed of the previously dead plant and refilled the vase with water for the next plant to arrive. “They are absolutely beautiful.” Her smile was contagious as he watched her slightly adjust the arrangement. Bruno was a bit conflicted, unable to decide if he was upset with Isabela or not. Was it his ideal course of events? Absolutely not, but he supposed it worked out. He simply nodded, becoming a bit more comfortable with the situation having a positive result. “See you tonight?” Isa asked, a faint hint of accomplishment present in her voice. “Of course, I was planning on closing up a bit early.”
“We’ll see you there.” Bruno slightly winced at the small shake in his voice, though (y/n) didn’t seem to mind. Her smile instead widened a bit. The trio was interrupted by the clearing of a throat. Isabela stiffened as a rather tall man stepped forward, resting his hand on her shoulder as he set his goods to purchase on the counter. “My apologies, but I’m in a bit of a rush.” (Y/n)’s expression dropped slightly as she turned back towards the register. “Er- yes, sorry. Just lost in a good conversation.” Isa politely stepped out of his grip, and closer to her uncle, who of which frowned slightly at the sudden interruption. “No worries, you’ve always been a fan of flowers.” The man, Hugo, leaned an elbow against the counter, nudging the pair of Madrigals out of the way. He was a regular around the marketplace area, seemingly always just roaming around. He was from a rather well off family, resulting in a bit of a spoiled brat. He was an attractive man, and he knew it, flirting with just about any woman he came across. “Cabrón”, Bruno had heard his sisters refer to him as on several occasions. (Y/n) gave a polite nod, writing up a receipt. “I suppose you’re right.” Bruno glanced between the two, and he couldn’t help but feel out of place. “Let’s get going.” He spoke quietly to his sobrina, giving (y/n) a nod in farewell as the two slipped through the remaining line and out the doors.
They were nearly halfway home before anything was said. “Hey, that went well.” Isa shrugged, glancing over at her uncle. Bruno only returned her shrug, his eyes trailing across the ground. “Appreciate the help, but it’s pointless.” He nearly mumbled, tripping slightly as the began up the hill to the house. “What do you mean? She seemed to love it. Plus, you have more of a reason to talk to her tonight since we had talked earlier.” Bruno sighed. “But you saw the way Hugo looked at her. One look at that guy and I don’t stand a chance.” Isa stopped in her tracks, looking over at him with a confused expression. “What in the world are you talking about? Hugo just acts like that because he likes the reactions of people. He also probably saw you give her those flowers, and wanted to stir up a bit of drama.” She rolled her eyes. Bruno shook his head, taking the bag from Isa’s hand as she held it out to him and opened the door. “Let’s just focus on the party, yeah?” Again, a bit of a cold conclusion.
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A few hours later, and the party was in full swing. Music filled Casita, the entire town flooding the halls of the house. Bruno had spent most of the night joining the conversations of his family members, yielding surprisingly encouraging outcomes. Despite the populace’s general weariness with his return, it seemed that the idea of him being around again was being warmed up to. He was still far from comfortable, but it was definitely the most enjoyment he had had at a party yet. He was currently pulled into a debate with Mirabel and Camilo, deciding how long it would be before Parce broke out of Antonio’s room. The cat had developed a bit of an attachment to Antonio, her loud wailing occasionally being heard over the loud conversation. “I think you two are overestimating how easily she could get out. Casita definitely wouldn’t let her get too far. Neither would Mamá, to be completely honest.” Camillo shrugged, resting his hands on his hips. “I think that Parce would liven the place up a bit.” Mira snickered, adjusting her glasses. “Yes, because an entire-town party isn’t enough- (y/n)!” Mira exclaimed with a gasp, immediately abandoning the conversation and hurrying over to the woman. (Y/n) laughed as Mira threw her arms around her shoulders, returning the hug. “Before you ask, we get our next sewing supply shipment on Wednesday.” Mira beamed, giving an excited nod as she stepped back and instead took her hand. “You know me so well. Now! You have to try Mamá’s empanadas, she tried a new recipe and she wants as many opinions as possible!” She pulled the woman along with an iron grip, the pair soon disappearing into the kitchen. “You may not get to hang around your esposa much with Mira around.” Camillo teased his uncle, Bruno’s face immediately flushing red. “Oh cállate!” Bruno huffed with a chuckle, playfully pushing his shoulder. Mirabel and (y/n) quickly exited the kitchen, a few plates piled with empanadas balanced on the woman’s arms. Mira charged towards her tío and primo. “Eat!” Mira took two of stuffed bread pockets and shoved them into their hands. “You’ve been here for maybe two minutes and Mira’s already put you to work, huh?” Camilo asked with a raised brow, Bruno snickering as he took a bite from his empanada. “Actually, (y/n) offered to help me and Mamá out. So if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got deliveries to make.” (Y/n) shrugged as she followed Mirabel towards the next group, smiling at Bruno’s friendly wave as she left. “I don’t get how you can be scared to talk to a woman that just got told what to do by a fifteen-year old.” Camillo snickered, popping the snack into his mouth. “Are you just going to bother me with this all night?”
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It wasn’t long before the plates were nearly empty. The empanadas, expectedly, were very much a success. “Geez, it’s kinda hot in there with so many people around.” Mira leaned against the banister from the second floor balcony, taking another empanada from the plates that had been set on the bench behind them. “No kidding, my arms were getting a little tired after a while.” (Y/n) giggled, stretching her arms a bit before matching Mira. “Mamá will be glad to hear how it went. She was a bit worried about them. I hardly understand why though, she’s probably never made a bad meal in her life.” The two laughed. “Buenas noches, señoritas, mind if I steal a few empanadas?” (Y/n) stiffened as Hugo stumbled into the room, wrapping an arm around her waist. His words were noticeably slurred as he smirked down at her. Alma greatly limited alcohol at parties with so many children around, so he must have arrived already intoxicated. “Uh, yeah. Behind you.” Mirabel looked between his hand and (y/n), obvious discomfort written across her features. She shifted uncomfortably out of his grip, grabbing a plate and using it to create a bit of distance. “Take as many as you’d like.” She stated firmly. Mira stepped up behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder.
“Mira! Come here for a second! Señora Guzman wanted to ask about making a skirt for her!” Isabella called up the stairs, Mira’s lips forming a tight line as she looked at the doorway. “Go ahead, I need to speak to (y/n) about ordering something for me.” Hugo smiled widely, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the way of the doorway. (Y/n) rested a hand on her’s, nodding. “It’s okay, go on.” She gave a reassuring smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. She absolutely did not want to be alone with this man, but her number one priority was getting Mirabel away from him. Mira stayed firmly in place, glaring up at Hugo. “I can talk to her later about it.” Hugo sighed, motioning towards the door and taking a step forward. “C’mon, beat it kid. The adults need to have a conversation.” (Y/n)’s grip on her hand tightened. “Mira, go.” Her voice was much more stern this time. “Please.” Mirabel hesitantly let go, looking back at the two before quickly hurrying out the door. “Mirabel, Señora Guzman was needing a skirt for a birthday present for her sister. She’s very impressed with you-“ “We need to get Tío Bruno.” Isa’s smile faltered slightly. “What?” Isa rarely saw Mirabel so serious. She was immediately concerned, since Mira was always more than thrilled to make anything for anyone. Especially when it came to sewing. “We need to get Tío Bruno. Now.”
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“Now, what can I get for you? Fair warning, the next big shipment won’t be coming in for a few weeks.” Strictly business, she wanted to make that very clear.(Y/n) took a small step back, Hugo took a big step forward. Well, stumbled forward. “My order’s already here.” The man reeked of alcohol. She ducked out of the way of his hand as he reached for her, though she didn’t have much more room to move further back. “I-I’m flattered, really, but I’m not interested.” Hugo chuckled deeply, backing her up further. “Oh don’t be like that, I hear the way you talk to me.” (Y/n) raised a brow. “When you come into the store? When I simply ask if there’s anything else you need before your purchase? I apologize for any misunderstandings, but again, I’m not interested. Really.” she took a step around him, heading for the door. She felt a large hand wrap around her wrist, whipping her back around and towards him as he backed her against the wall. “Let go!” She gripped desperately at her own arm, attempting to pull herself out from under him. “You work far too hard, cariño. You need to relax. I can help with that.” His head lowered, his breath felt on her neck.
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“Tío!” Bruno’s head whipped in the direction of his sobrina’s frantic yell, turning towards her from the drink table. The loud music, along with the general conversation buzzing around the room made it hard to hear much of anything. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched Mirabel practically climb over guests, earning a few looks and glares. Even Isabela’s normal care-free disposition was completely abandoned. Mira swiped the drink from his hand, slamming it down on the table and taking his arm. “Woah woah woah! Slow down! What in the world is going on?” “We don’t have time! It’s (y/n).” And with that, Bruno had no problem being lead. In reality he was nearly pushing Mira in front of him. “Where?” “Upstairs.” Isa and Mira had to follow him after that, hurrying up the stairs behind him. “What happened?” “Hugo-“ a loud yell and the crash of a tray had Bruno sprinting up the stairs two at a time. “You two stay down here!” He called over his shoulder, panic very much present in his voice.
“Get off of me!” He heard (y/n) plead with the man as he skid around the corner, and in a few long strides he had a grip on the back of Hugo’s shirt. “That’s enough!” He was a bit impressed with himself, how easily he tore the man off of her. “You stay the hell away from her!” He stepped in between the two, shoving Hugo back further by his chest. Hugo only rolled his eyes. He looked down at the seer, quite a bit taller than the Madrigal. “Patético. You’re just mad that I got to her first.” Less than a second later, Bruno’s fist was colliding with his jaw. “Bruno!” (Y/n) yelped in surprise recoiling slightly at the sudden excitement. Hugo grunted as his knuckles made contact, his hand coming up to hold his already bruising jaw. Bruno found himself a bit taken back by his own actions. He’d been punched before, sure, but never had he initiated it. Hugo gave a bitter laugh, swaying a bit as he regained his balance. “Estas muerto.” Bruno quickly urged (y/n) back. He veered out of the way of each strike Hugo attempted, though it wasn’t too difficult, considering how intoxicated he was. He did his best to keep from backing up further, glancing back at (y/n) as she rubbed her bruised wrist. Her eyes were locked on Bruno in panic, unsure of what to do. She knew jumping in wouldn’t help, considering that this fight surrounded getting her out of this. “Aye! Someone, Ayuda!” She desperately called out, praying that anyone would hear her. She looked around the balcony, hurriedly taking a hold of one of Julieta’s trays. It seeming a bit weighty, heavier than she expected at least. Bruno swiveled away from another punch, and (y/n) took the opportunity to swing. A loud clatter echoed as Hugo fell against the banister, holding his head. The tray wasn’t nearly enough to cause major damage, but it definitely could stagger someone. That and the alcohol held him there for a moment, long enough for Felix and Augustin to get a hold and restrain him.
“That is enough!” Alma came storming out, Mira and Isa not far from the doorway. “You not only come into our home intoxicated past reason, but attack both one of my guests and my son. You will never find yourself welcome in our home again.” She spat after the two men had dragged him to his feet before motioning them to get him out of there. By now, the main room below, and the party, had gone nearly silent. Augustin and Felix hauled him down the stairs, small “excuse us,” and “pardon me,”s heard as they made their way though the parting crowd. By now, the rest of the family had arrived. Each face filled with concern as Julieta made her way past and towards her brother. “Are you two alright?” She asked, her brows furrowed as she looked over the two. (Y/n) gave a nod, with a small smile and a shaky breath. “Thanks to Bruno.” She shuffled a bit closer to the two, handing Julieta her tray. “I’m sorry about the tray. It shouldn’t be too bent.” Julieta quickly shook her head, gently taking the tray from her. “That is the least of my worries, querida. I’m just glad you are both okay. Now, Bruno, you two head to the kitchen and grab something to eat, just in case.” She cupped both Bruno’s and (y/n)’s cheek affectionately for a moment before nodding towards the door. “Camilo, Dolores, I need you two downstairs to reassure everyone that everything is okay. Mirabel and Isabela, could you clean up this mess? And Luisa, I need you on music.” Alma leaned over the banister, checking in to catch Felix and Augustin tossing Hugo out onto path before heading back into the Casita and closing the doors. With that, the Madrigals hurried off to their respective tasks, and it wasn’t long before cheery reassurances were heard from not only the the two grandchildren, but Felix and Augustin as well. Alma finally turned to Bruno and (y/n), her previously stern expression finally relaxing. “Thank god the two of you are alright. I should have had him thrown out the second he arrived.” She took a deep breath before clasping her hands together. “Now, you two go ahead and calm down, I believe we’ve had enough excitement for this evening.” She gave a small smile, glancing once more at her son before heading back to the party. By now, the music and the sound of voices had picked back up. Mira and Isa quickly hurried in after, stepping over the scattered empanadas. “(Y/n)! Did he- what happened after I left- I’m sorry” (y/n) quickly hushed her, taking her hands in her own. “Mira, why are you apologizing? Im okay thanks to you and Bruno, what could you possibly have to be sorry for?” Mira found herself unable to speak for a moment, trying to form any kind of sentence. “For leaving-“ “Hey, I told you to leave. I didn’t want you here either.” Mira sighed, finally launching herself towards (y/n) and wrapping her arms around her. “I’m glad you’re okay.” The woman smiled, holding her just as tightly “I’m glad you’re okay too. Now! Let’s get back to the party; huh?” Mira smiled up at her and nodded, unraveling her arms and slipping past her to grab the remaining tray. (Y/n) gave Isa a “thank you” as well, the girl matching her sister’s warm smile. “Of course, and I’m hoping to see you around here more.” She giggled, glancing over at her uncle before joining her sister with the cleanup.
“Ready-uh, to head down?” Bruno offered a hand, and (y/n) finally realized how much he was shaking. Then again, she realized how much she was shaking herself. She nodded, smiling warmly as she took his hand. “Ready when you are.” Bruno nodded, somewhat returning her smile as he lead her towards the kitchen. His hold on her hand was incredibly gentle, so much so that it felt like a whisper of a touch. Thankfully, most of the party attendees were distracted as the pair slipped along the edge of the room, having no troubles making it to the kitchen. The countertops were still lined with mounds and mounds of food. Julieta had really outdone herself. “What can I grab for you? Don’t worry about seconds, because we clearly have plenty-“ “thank you.” Bruno felt her grip on his hand tighten. He looked over at her, his focus no longer on the food. “You don’t need to thank me, I would do it again in a heartbeat.” Her smile really was contagious. “Well, I hope you don’t have to do anything like that for a long while.” She giggled. “Though you did look quite intimidating.” It was Bruno’s turn to laugh as he huffed out a chuckle. “I’ve heard that one before, but this is the first time I’ve heard it in a positive context.” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, heading over towards the counter and taking a couple arepas from one of the large piles. She handed one to Bruno, taking a bite of her own. “But people are starting to realize the kind of person you really are. Especially after tonight.” Bruno took a bite of his own. “The Encanto’s punch-happy recluse?” (Y/n) snickered, shaking her head. “A charming, caring man who truly cares about the people of this town.” Bruno couldn’t help the warmth that spread to his cheeks as he looked down at his arepa, pulling off another chunk and popping it into his mouth. “I really appreciate it, but you’re giving me too much credit.” “Por dios, Bruno. You fought a man to protect me without hesitation.”
“Because you’re my friend” the woman was clearly unsatisfied with his answer.
“And you would do it for anyone else in this town, wouldn’t you?”
“Well yes but-“
“Then I’m right, aren’t I? Why is it so hard for you to admit that you’re a good person?”
“Because I’m in love with you!”
Bruno felt his mouth go dry as the words fell from his lips. His eyes widened as his gaze snapped up to her’s. It was painfully silent for what felt like ages. “A-and you deserve more than someone like me.” His voice shook. “Doing one good thing doesn’t make you an upstanding citizen. In my life, I have caused more harm than good, and this doesn’t right all of my wrongs.” He was the one to break their tense eye contact, his stare moving to the floor. “Bruno, what could you possibly mean by that?” Bruno shakily sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ve heard the stories, (y/n). You know my reputation. My gift has brought nothing but trouble.”
“And none of that is you’re fault! You didn’t decide what was shown in your visions. The rumors were just the result of people unhappy with their results. You have done nothing but help the people of this town, whether they liked it or not.”
He couldn’t bear to look at her, her presence nearly suffocating him. “I need a vision.” Bruno was caught a bit off guard as she set her pastry on a napkin, dusting off her hands. “If the man I love is such a bad person, what does my future hold then?”
“I-… what?”
He had never dared to view her future, absolutely terrified of the thought of seeing her with someone else. At first he convinced himself he would see Hugo, but in reality he was worried about seeing anyone but himself. Of which he was sure was impossible.
“If you’re so sure that you don’t deserve anyone, prove it.” Bruno found himself truly at a loss for words. He hadn’t realized how close she was getting until she was just a few inches from him. Bruno’s breathing hitched. He began noticing little details he had never noticed before. A few beauty marks that littered her skin. The slightly-darker circles under her eyes displaying the long hours she worked everyday. Her lips, still stained just slightly darker from the pigment she had applied before she had worked. He found himself unable to look away from them. He brought a hand to her cheek, stopping just before making contact. He hesitated, though was encouraged as (y/n) rested her hand on top of his in reassurance. “I am in love with you, Bruno Madrigal. You do not need a vision to know that.” And with that he closed the remaining gap between them, their lips softly joining as he brought his other hand up. He gently brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. A shiver ran down his spine as her hands made their way to his rauna, her fingers running along the embroidered material. A million thoughts ran though his head, and yet he couldn’t describe the feeling of her lips on his as anything other than fireworks. His chest felt warm, her body pressed against his in an embrace.
He rested his forehead against her’s as they parted. They took a moment, simply absorbing each other’s presences. “I love you. And I have for years.” She rested her hands on top of his, kissing him once more.
“Well, I think I’ll need to pick up a few things from the store tomorrow.” (Y/n) giggled. “I would like that.”
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I liked this idea so much I had to draw it. Partially because I think it would be very in character for Mirabel to end up with somebody that most people overlook. Mostly because its funny. Ramblings under the cut, image description in the alt text.
I got a rough draft of how Mirabel ends up with Juan, but it doesn't currently have any plot and is just a series of scenes to help me get an idea of who Juan would be. I have determined that he is really into math, otherwise kinda oblivious, and learned the hard way that people won't be impressed if you brag about how smart you are. Easiest way to describe him is that his best friend is the village's quiet, autistic girl, but he is not her best friend. If it continues to interest me I'm going to make it about early twenties Mirabel grappling with the pedestal her family is on, now that she is also on that pedestal. If I do, I'll have to remember to come back here and link it.
About the picture itself, the red character in the bottom panel is Mariano (without facial hair because I forgor), I figure by this time he would be married to Dolores, and thus included in the Madrigal section. Orange is Camilo with a little mustache, because he's in his mid-twenties and will probs end up growing a goatee like all the other men in his family but right now he's got this one (1) bald patch that's holding him back. Finally, I googled 60's fashion for Isabela's outfit, I think she would be the most eager to throw off tradition and Mirabel would be all for Isabel showing up to the wedding in a more modern outfit. Originally, her and Luisa were going to be brides maids, but I googled traditional Colombian weddings, and that's not something Mirabel would be guaranteed to have. I also looked at vintage wedding photos from Colombia to try and figure out what Mirabel would look like. The same. She would look the same. Boring.
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