#Encanto Royal au
Text
💚King of Time💚
✨King Bruno✨
This is a fantasy AU "Encanto Empire"
Each Madrigal has their own title.
Pepa - Queen of the Skies
Julieta - Queen of Healing
Bruno - King of Time.
Madrigal children: Coming Soon by age
As mentioned, Encanto is an empire, ruled by the Empress, Alma Madrigal.
Each of her children had their own title as King and Queens, and has their own palace.
The Madrigal triplets may have their own palaces, but each are connected by structure and magic.
The Empire includes a lot of other kingdoms from other royal families, who unlike the Madrigals, practice witchcraft.
The Miracle will be the one to choose which among the Madrigal children will inherit the Empress' throne.
It's a complicated AU that has a lot of details and etc.
#art#encanto#digital art#digital drawing#encanto art#artwork#encanto fanart#encanto au#encanto fanfic#encanto fic#encanto comic#Encanto au#Encanto Empire AU#Royal Madrigals#Encanto Royal AU#encanto bruno#bruno madrigal#bruno my beloved#bruno x you#bruno x y/n#madrigal family#King Bruno
742 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fire Family Encanto AU - Flameo
I while back I mentioned this AU then didn't touch it again.
Until now!
After playing the soundtrack on loop for a week straight.
So basically, the miracle gift is firebending, granted to Azulon's sons and later their children. All except Zuko.
He tries his best to help out the family despite Azulon's insistence he remain in the background. Zuko keeps up appearance to uphold the family name until cracks form in the magical house during his youngest sister, Kiyi, firebending gift ceremony.
As the cracks spread and bending weakens, Zuko seeks out a solution by searching for his mysterious and infamous Uncle Iroh who disappeared years ago.
Azula is Isabel (the Stressed Golden Child)
Lu Ten is Luisa (Trying to uphold his fathers once great legacy)
Ozai is Pepa (since Abuela always gave her a hard time for her outbursts)
#yes i will draw this#eventually#atla#atla au#royal fire family#azulon#zuko#azula#lu ten#iroh#ozai#kiyi#ursa#encanto au#flameo
73 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Mirabel giving grief to her tío. As a kid she would make secret trips to the village on her own. When Bruno finds out he gives her a stern talking to. I always imagined Bruno a bit more serious and authoritative in this AU. Life has hardened him and he’s seen some shit. Sorry if the dialogue placement is a bit confusing.
@c-rose2081 and me are no longer developing this au. I just make arts for the stuff that we already discussed. If someone wants to write a story about this go right ahead and tag me so I can read it.
Also, I had to pull my last post back to adjust the image before posting it. So if you interacted with my last post and I didn’t see you comment/like/reblog, I apologize. Tumblr always changes the colour of the image depending on the device.
#encanto fantasy kingdom au#encanto au#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#encanto#fantasy#fanart#royal au#swords
730 notes
·
View notes
Text
El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino
The Castle of the Enchantment: That You Are My Destiny
Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.
You work as a personal servant within the Royal Madrigal's family castle, but after the fall of the Castillo and rebirth of the miracle, your work plans change. Time to make the missing triplet feel at home once again.
The dictionary of my spanglish and bad timeline:
- El Castillo de Encanto the casita in this version.
- Reader is technically 22 years old.
- I'm using a mix of a magical democratic monarchy and traditional Spanish, Colombian, and a dash of Downton Abbey
Chapter ambience:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mLWbKf4YcAA
Fifty years ago, a newly widowed mother received a miracle. Pushed out of her home after the birth of her three children by the violent conflict of the Colombian civil war, she and her husband were forced to flee in hopes of finding a new home. Even as many joined them, they could not escape the dangers of warfare. The wife watched as her newly fathered husband was lost to the violence of war. But, even in their darkest moment, Alma Madrigal was given a miracle.
The candle she held became a magical flame that could never go out, and glowed brightly in that dark night. It blessed Alma Madrigal with a refuge in which to live. The magic made towering green, protective mountains over her and her people. It was a place of wonder, an enchantment. The miracle grew, creating a castle for her and her family to live in, El Castillo de Encanto. Their house, the castle itself, came alive to shelter them.
When her children came of age, the miracle blessed them with magic too. Passing down to them a magical gift to match the magical candle Queen Alma Madrigal was bestowed. And when their children came of age, that magic was passed through each generation. Together, the royal family's gifts have made the Encanto, truly, a paradise.
Each new gift given by the miraculous candle was meant to strengthen the community, strengthen the El Castillo de Encanto. To make the royal Madrigal family proud.
Each gift given to the Madrigal’s was just as special as they were.
~~~
When you wake up you do so to the sound of a ringing bell, loud and clanging to purposefully alert the women and men around you. You jump up so fast being so startled and smack your forehead on the wooden panel of the bunk above you. With a small hiss and rubbing your forehead, you stumble out of bed, grabbing at the clothes under your bed frame. The woman above you does too. Everyone around is scrambling to get their royal garb on, whispering in excitement.
Today we move back into El Castillo de Encanto! The Castle!
You had to admit how relieved you were. It was so cramped in this temporary arrangement the servants of the Madrigal family found themselves in while the magic was still weak. This was usually where the nuns from the church would stay.
Truly, a humble celibate life they live… You think to yourself as you use a silvery, shiny ribbon to quickly tie your hair into a low ponytail.
Ten years ago, the village of Encanto fretted over the state of the magic blessing when Mirabel Madrigal did not receive a gift like the rest of her family. Not even 24 hours later, one of the royal magical triplets in the second generation known as “Bruno, la maldición del destino” by most of the town, disappeared.
You were only 12 when this all happened, working alongside your parents as an apprentice of servitude. When you were 13, you were working alone without your parents anymore. You weren’t sure why they passed away so young.
You loved your parents. The Columbian political unrest was too much, most nights they could see the smoke billowing from other towns around them being lit aflame. When your mother got pregnant with you they had a hard decision to make, stay with their friends and family and be in their home, or leave to ensure the safety of their future daughter- you. They thought and thought until your mother was incredibly far along in her pregnancy and the smoke got closer and closer, until they could see orange in the village nearby. The flames licked upwards, burning the homes of innocent families. So, with nothing but a bag with a blanket and a mysterious letter that didn’t have a return address with directions, they set out to find the mysterious Encanto.
You still had that letter. You had practically memorized what it had written on it. In shiny golden metallic font, it stated, “The Encanto, home for anyone looking for refuge or a miracle. Follow the butterflies. Climb the forested mountain. It is waiting for you.” They did. Somehow, they told you, they found it. It was almost like being lost and blinking and suddenly realizing where you’re going. They walked by the butterflies they saw. They took the nights in the cover of the jungle forests. They hiked up mountains.
They actually saw the castle, and almost as if it was meant to be, your mother went into labor. You remembered sitting there and listening to this story as a child with wonder coursing through your veins. The magical royal family was alerted to them as newcomers, and they took pity on your mother and father. You were born inside the castle, brought into the world by none other than her Majesty Juileta Madrigal. The Madrigals favored your parents' perseverance and love for you as their daughter. They were personally assigned to be paid and housed as servants of the Madrigal family.
Which, in the Encanto, was a very good job many of the villagers would be envious of.
Your mother became Juileta’s personal servant. Your father, Bruno’s. You would remember how your mom would come back to the servants quarters with a smile on her face and a treat for you. Your father… Typically would come back looking worried and flop on his bed for a minute before winding down and being his usual self.
When you were 5 that was when the apprenticeship started happening. Nothing really like backbreaking work, the servants usually never had to do that. You followed in your parents footsteps and worked to be a personal servant. The Madrigals had servants for everything. Teachers, babysitters, clothes, cooking, training- anything! A passion could easily be followed. Like your mother and father, from a young age you really liked order. You liked cleaning, putting things in place, choosing outfits and hairstyles or decorating rooms to be more cozy.
When Mirabel came of age for her gift, and the ceremony was a disaster as she didn’t even get a gift, your mother and father seemed both distraught. Then, Bruno disappeared. Your father suddenly and immediately declined. He wouldn’t get up for his servant job from his bunk. He only spoke to you and your mother. You couldn’t even think of how many times he whispered “you know I love you, right?” to you and your mother every night. You knew he blamed himself for Bruno disappearing, perhaps. Maybe he thought he should’ve done a better job? You didn’t know. You were too young to know.
Your mother passed first, however. You remember her waking up really early that day and whispering “I love you mi luna” to your dad, kissing his cheek before leaving. You don’t know exactly what happened. You think maybe a stroke. But your mother passed while working, and it was so quick Juileta couldn’t get to her in time to heal her.
When your father heard the news he was devastated. He held you that night. When you woke up to get breakfast you came back to him cold, and lifeless, still in his bunk. You knew he died of a broken heart.
You wished to have a love like your parents. A marriage like them. But ever since they passed you have focused on working and being the most reliable servant in the Castillo. Because of that, at the ripe young age of 13 you were assigned to La Riena Alma’s biggest mess.
Mirabel Madrigal.
Her Queen Alma Madrigal found the gift-less grandchild to be a pain, invisible, not as special as the rest of the magical family. When she saw how hard you worked even at your age and everything that had happened she grew content with making you the girls permanent personal servant.
You didn’t complain.
By then she was 7. And Mirabel was the kindest, funniest, little girl you had ever met. You practically raised her. You studied with her after her educational servant would let her out for the day, you bathed her and made sure her hair was shiny, you cleaned her glasses and taught her how to step on every stone in the Castillo without putting a foot on a crack.
It broke your heart to see how badly Mirabel wanted to help the family even without a magical blessing like her siblings and cousins. You would go into town with her sometimes and watch the villagers practically ignore her. You hated it. But you tried everything in your power to make sure that Mirabel was happy, gift or no gift. She was special to you. A soul sister.
When you turned 18, because of how well you handled Mirabel, her majesty Queen Madrigal named you head of servants. Honored, and feeling privileged, you worked even harder. But despite everything you did it felt like the family tension with Mirabel and the hush hush about “ese desgraciado Bruno diablo” grew more and more.
Until the magic completely failed.
When Isabela Madrigal had a very unsuccessful, chaotic proposal from the village favored Guzman family son, Riena Alma ordered you to take all the servants away to a temporary housing arrangement at the church. She made sure to scream about how the magic is strong and the candle will never burn out.
It did.
The Castillo literally crumbled to the ground. Turned into a pile of rubble with barely known remnants of what was once a glorious castle. Mirabel disappeared. Horrified you spent hours with the Madrigals searching for her in this devastated state. The magic was gone, the blessing was no more, and it would seem only a miracle could fix the internal damage within the familia Madrigal and the hope of the villagers.
Thankfully. She did come back. On horseback, with her Abuela Alma and a figure no one ever expected to return.
Bruno.
Reunited with her family, Mirabel single handedly encouraged the entire Encanto to hope in miracles again. A month of hard work from everyone made the Castillo be rebuilt in the same glory it was before. And when Mirabel added the final touch of a doorknob, the miracle became restored. The bright golden lights and sparkles and swirls of colors that made their way up through the stone of the Castillo and rooted themselves in the ground under the whole village's feet was a sight to only behold in a state of awed wonder.
It was a day of celebration. You took Mirabel’s hands and danced with her in celebration, cheering, saying “I knew you could do it! You are so much more special than you realize!!” The new miracle bestowed another blessing on the land, one that united everyone in communication and a desire to be better and let go of the biases of the past and make a better future.
You blinked rapidly from your thoughts when your bunk mate called for you over her shoulder, “Hey! Líder sin miedo, c’mon! You’re going to be late moving into your ‘elite servant’ room!”
You laugh and sprint towards her and outside of the cramped sleeping quarters, “As long as I get top bunk this time!!!
~~~
Your joke earlier was meant as a joke and when you got to the castle everything went even more smoothly. Luckily, you did not need a bunk mate. Upon uniting with their respective Madrigal family members, each servant was either on the giving or receiving end of a magical hug.
Mirabel threw herself at you and you at her, both of you embracing in a fit of giggles, dancing from side to side in the tight hug. When the girl pulls away she pushes her glasses up her face and smiles at you as if she was still the humble, giftless girl she was before and not the restoration of a miracle.
Her humbleness still made her excitedly help you get settled into your quarters. They were nice. You had a room alone to yourself, with a queen sized bed and your own personal bathroom, bookcase, desk, wardrobe, and drawers. Mirabel didn’t shut up the whole time she helped you get moved in, excitedly talking about the magic and then moving on to the most surprising topic to most of the other servants.
Her tío Bruno.
She excitedly explained to you how he was “weird, but not like, weird weird like more like just kinda nutty weird not like super evil weird.” Which honestly made you chuckle a little.
“So master Bruno is awkward?”
“Yeah!” Mirabel lit up, still talking like a madman, which you loved. You really did like it when someone was excited to talk about something. It was sweet how passionate they would get. And you loved Mirabel, and so each nod and hum you gave in reply to her rambling was entirely genuine.
She explained how short Bruno was. How he lived in the abandoned dungeon and the walls of the Castillo, with his only friends being the rats in there. She even explained his embarrassing habit of using them to make his own little personal plays so he would be entertained all cooped up in there.
You giggled, only drawing on what your father’s experience was with him. He explained Bruno was always well meaning but prone to being really unlucky himself. He always tried to convince you as a young girl that Bruno wasn’t as scary as everyone made him seem.
Standing at 5’3, being 50 years old, and looking so skinny for his age- yup. You believed him and Mirabel well over the village folk and Camilo’s shallow seven foot interpretation of his uncle.
Mirabel went on to explain how much he loved the Encanto, the Madrigal monarchy itself, and each and every one of the family members. How he aided her in seeing the future to help save the miracle. She made sure to put a lot of emphasis on how he seemed to be the only adult she had ever met (“aside from present company, of course,” she made sure to add, winking at you) who treated her with respect. Like he understood her wishes and desires and demands and even if he was scared he knew what was for the best despite the wishes of the f amily to remain “fine”. After her emotional banter about him she got more into his appearance.
By then you were following behind her with your back straight, clasped hands held at your belly button height, resuming the perfect personal servant posture as you did before the collapse. Your tied up hair billowed behind you as you kept a strong, certain stride. You wanted to make sure you kept working that hard and pouring everything you had into this job even if the family seemed more lax. You were the Head of Servitude, after all.
“He has this crazy slouch. You know, like the kind you see little gárgolas standing in. Oh! And he always rings his hands or waves them around- real expressive with them, ya know?” Mirabel walked, talking to you over her shoulder, “He is all gangly like he doesn’t know where to put his limbs sometimes. You know what I mean- like a growing adolescente. He seems to not understand where to place his feet.” Mirabel walked the memorized path to her room, not stopping a moment during all of this, “When the castle was rebuilt he immediately went to bed. He wasn’t awake this morning if you didn’t see- in fact I bet he’s still in bed, durmiendo todo el dia, jeez, what an old man. Well I guess it’s not that big of a deal, he doesn’t really like using his gift anyways.”
When she stopped in front of her door she turned to you, a smile still on her happy little face. You chuckled, and spoke, “What a glowing review for your regio uncle.”
“I know right!” Mirabel giggled and moved her hips and legs so her brightly colored skirt swung back and forth. You stepped up next to her with a soft smile, making her turn towards her bedroom door and reach for the handle, “Now it’s your turn to help me move in!” She gave you a sly smile, knowing you would love this detail, “I need a lot of help decorating.”
Your eyes lit up in happiness, your face not revealing it in its entirety but a small smile did form on your lips.
You grabbed the door knob with her, “What are we waiting for then?!”
Mirabel laughed.
~~
The next week went on with the Madrigal family settling back into the Castillo with as much grace and understanding under the new miracle Mirabel had created. Unfortunately, because Mirabel was the creator of this miracle you found yourself not her personal servant as often anymore. It meant you had to resume the extra duties of head of servitude (which, admittedly, were not as fun as goofing around with Mirabel all day).
You usually wake her up most days. It meant a good morning routine and a great way to start off the day as she would sing while you fixed her hair and tended to her curls. Her eyes would scrunch behind her glasses as you scolded her for being such a “wiggly worm” and “oruga tonta”.
So often her Majesty the Queen Alma Madrigal would come into Mirabel’s room in the morning. You would have to take a step back as your mistress would run up to her abuela and kiss her cheek and ask her how she slept. It was clear that they had repaired their relationship and were eagerly growing it as the days went on.
“Might I borrow the room, miss?” Reina Alma had asked of you on the first morning back in the saddle.
You bowed, “Yes your su Majestad,” You kept your head down in proper etiquette with your hands placed together at your midsection, walking past the queen with kindness.
You were anxious. Mirabel was whisked away more and more by her grandmother, and while you were so excited for her you knew what it meant. Less time with you! What you saw as your little sister was finally growing up and it pained you a little. You didn’t know why. You practically felt like her second mom. You watched her grow from lost in the world to understanding her place.
Perhaps you wished to continue to have that life guidance for her. It gave you a lot of meaning.
When Mirabel was advising her grandmother, you busied yourself with the other tasks demanded of your head of servitude job. That included but was not limited to meal preparations, cleaning, making beds, washing laundry, explaining to Camilo that he has to understand that he cannot go into the female servants quarters even if he was “technically a female servant right now”, and finding meaningless ways to make even more spaces within the Castillo aesthetically appealing.
There were a few times in that week you would reorganize a room just for the heck of it to give you some purpose, and Castillo’s tiles and walls would shift, rattling and making a satisfying domino effect, pushing the furniture back into its proper places. This was often accompanied by a sigh, because you knew Castillo could tell you weren’t doing it for your job, but rather, for your own fulfillment.
It was getting boring. You loved your job, but it seemed without purpose. Mirabel was growing up and doing what she was born to do- be the real miracle.
You found yourself often going back to Julieta or Agustin during this time to assist them- Agustin because he was always clumsy and needed help with something, Julieta because you could never shake the feeling that she felt like “mom”. About halfway through the week, an interesting conversation happened in the kitchen.
“Agustin appreciates the attention you’ve been giving him despite the fact he already has three personal servants to keep him out of trouble,” Julieta smiled at you, her down turned brown eyes warm as you mixed dough, her hands busy kneading it.
A lot of servants helped her cook, and they all bustled around with ingredients and bowls and utensils of all kinds. The smell in the kitchen was amazing, absolutely estupendo.
“Of course la dama, anything to help the amazing Madrigals,” You replied, smiling at her work. What a unique gift. All she needed to do was lay her hands on the food at some point or another in the process and have it possess that healing power.
“You might need to get used to it,” Daniela, a kitchen maid, skidded past, only a few years older than you. She put a bowl into the oven, using the fireplace poker to make sure the heat stayed consistent on the food, “I’ve heard Mirabel and her Majesty Reina Alma are getting close. Almost like she is her heiress.”
You paused, shooting her a glance as Julieta chuckled and shook her head a little, “Mamá still has some kick in her and Mirabel is still only a child, una adolescente, she’s just 15. That won’t be happening soon.” She looked down, and you noticed despite her words she had a giant, proud, motherly smile on her face for her daughter. Always in her corner, just like you.
“Still,” María, the second kitchen maid and Julieta’s own personal servant, butted in, “Soon to become a royal advisor I’m sure of it.” The older woman set a cutting board down and began to carefully chop up some fresh cilantro, “Perhaps even her own personal asesora real, considering all the advice she's giving Her Reina already,” María sounded more logical, as if stating the simple facts. She glanced up to look between you and Julieta.
“Probably due to be on the royal court this week alone,” Daniela chirped, ever the dramatic gossiper.
“I’d hope,” You burst, finally speaking up. You beat the liquids and powder in the bowl in front of you with much unbridled vigor that it became mixed as one within seconds, touching the rim and coating one of your thumbs with the batter, “After all these years pushing her to the wayside they finally recognize her talent- oh no! No longer a pequeña oruga, eating up resources and an unpleasant sight. But no, now she's a una hermosa mariposa, glowing with a new miracle… As if she wasn’t already and wasn’t that always!”
The kitchen completely stills. Both maids and her majesty Juileta all stare at you and the paused image of your aggressively beaten batter and downcast gaze.
You take your hands off the bowl, lower your head so your scalp is visible to the royal Madrigal in the room, bowing with your hands clutched at your midsection, “I beg your pardon mi señora, I don’t know what got into me.”
Julieta gives you a small, sympathetic look. She nodded to her two other maids, and both resumed their duties as if not being bothered at all. She turned to you, putting a gentle, caring hand on your tense shoulder, “My dear, levanta la cabeza,” she put a hand under your chin and tilted it up to meet her eyes, “Let’s have a moment, shall we? To the pantry, let’s go.”
Julieta led you with a hand on your back in the most mothering way you could imagine, whispering, “Danos un momento, ladies,” to her maids as she took you into the pantry closet, closing the door behind her.
The smell of spices, fresh herbs, and dried meats and proteins hit your nose the moment you were inside. You turned to her majesty, scrambling, “I’m so sorry. I feel she is slipping away from me-”
“Shh! Shh…” Julieta gently calmed you, rubbing soothing circles on your back, “Honey, I would know how you’re feeling. I’m her mother. Mirabel deserves this, yes, but it feels so whip-lashed for sure.. One moment she comes crying to your side and now she is the heart of the Encanto, what keeps the magic breathing and alive..” she gazed proudly at nothing in particular, before blinking rapidly and looking back at you. “But I know you, and I know this is more than that.”
You sigh softly, “I just… if she moves on, gets all this power and fulfillment… mine will go. What will I do as my job? Will I ever be happy in my job again?” You shrug then turn your head to the side, not meeting Juileta’s gaze, “Would I have to resign as head of servitude? Leave my job?”
“Gracious mija! Calm down…” Julieta frantically grabbed one of your hands, making your head turn back to her.
She gave a worried look, lips pursed and one corner pushed up. Her warm chocolate colored eyes gazed at you for a moment, making sure you were calm and adding extra comfort by being warm and assuring, before she continued to speak, “We all love you here in the Castillo.” She squeezed your hand softly, “If you were to leave I’m sure the other servants and half of the Madrigal’s ourselves would riot-“
This caused you to laugh a little, making Julieta’s smile grow a little bigger. She went on, “You were destined for this, I held you in my hands as an adorable bebita right here in the walls of the El Castillo de Encanto, and you love it! Why leave?”
“Because I don’t know what’s going to happen and I feel out of control,” you breathed, rushing it out as you gazed at Julieta genuinely. Your brows were furrowed so tight in fear of the admittance and the vulnerability you were in at that moment. You knew your forehead wrinkles probably look ridiculous looking back on it.
Julieta stared at you a moment, her eyes almost looking confused before they lit with a spark of understanding, “Ah…” She brought you in for a hug, “Oh mija… do not carry that on your shoulders… you were a little girl… there was no way you could control anything…”
You knew she was talking about your mom and dad.
“You think… that’s where this started?”
“Yes bebita,” she pulled away from the hug with a small smile, “It was how your mother and father coped too. When they were stressed they ran to control.. rules and order. Sí, I think that’s it for you. You like to feel in control because you felt so out of control when that happened. I’m letting you know right now you can relax, honey. The Madrigal’s and Mí Sobregoneta Familia will always take care of you. Come, come, let’s finish cooking dinner-“
You nodded, trying to lean into her words. It made sense in your head but your stomach felt uneasy still. However, logically you knew her majesty was right. Julieta could read you as if you were one of her own daughters.
By the time dinner had been served your rapidly beating heart had quieted and your mind was at a little bit more ease.
However, your boredom and lack of personal servitude would soon come to a screeching halt.
~~
“I now announce you as his majesty Bruno Madrigal’s personal servant.”
Queen Alma Madrigal was smiling with her chin up, crown glistening, and back straight with each of her hands placed together in front of her.
You looked similar. A perfect straight back with knees slightly bent in a bow and knuckles white from gripping your hands together at your middle. However, you didn’t have a smile. You knew your eyes were big and face drained of color.
That morning started out how it usually did. How it always did. Waking Mirabel up and singing with her as you gently put oils into her curly hair. You decided to brush it back and keep the top of her hair in a cute little ponytail. The sun was warm, and her giggles were sweet, and she had no malicious intentions in her eyes behind those green glasses while she excitedly exclaimed she had a surprise for you.
When Reina Alma entered the room you bowed as you usually did, not a wrinkle in your skirt nor a stutter in your posture. However, it was when they both opened their mouths and had you rise from your bow that things got very very off schedule.
More so, completely flipped around.
And now her majesty Queen Alma Madrigal has assigned you a whole new job after the one you had exclusively been in since you were a teenager.
“Oh geez please don’t look like that!” Mirabel walked over to you and grabbed your upper arms, making you look at her. She gave her usual dorky smile, “This is literally perfect for you!”
“Mí mijo,” Alma stepped forwards, whispering as she took a more casual stance with you- something so surprising since the Queen really, really cared about her royalty and the whole strict regime that went with it, “He’s… Struggling. He is always late to family dinner. He’s not getting up on time. He’s too nervous to use his gift and to go out into town. We have tried what we can to convince him, and he…” she stopped, swallowing, looking at her granddaughter.
The bright butterfly continued for her royal family member, “He refuses a personal servant. I think he’s just shy. Maybe embarrassed. And probably really scared.” She smiled at you softly, pushing up her glasses and continuing, “He really needs some order and routine right now.”
Okay, now she was clearly trying to cater to you.
Queen Alma stepped forward and stooped down a little to your eye level so you could see her scalp, placing her royal, magical hand on your shoulder and it made you feel so humbled. However, she herself humbled instead, looking into your eyes and meekly begging, “You did such a wonderful job making sure Mirabel grew up, despite my best efforts, knowing she was good enough and could be happy.” You relished a little bit in how the Queen openly admitted her faults when it came to Mirabel, and you relished even more in the small, soft, warm smile the two shared after her words. “You are so talented and wonderful at what you do. You clearly care for the El Castillo de Encanto, the magic itself, and our family. Extend your helping hand to me, once again, but allow me to ask for the betterment this time,” Alma moved to stand up straight, putting her hand under your chin with her fingers curled in so only the knuckle of her pointer finger gently nudged your chin upwards too, “Mí Brunito needs you. I believe your magic touch-“ her lips curled in a small smile making you smile too- “will break him out of his shell and let him relax in his new life. I want more than anything to let my son know he is valued by the Encanto, by our blessing, by our family, and more so, to be proud of himself the way I am now so much more proud of him.”
You let out a sigh exclusively from your nose, shutting your eyes for a moment.
Everything made sense. You had to let go of Mirabel. She is grown up now. You were being put in a position where you were needed most.
You thought of your dad. How he used to take care of Bruno. How he implored people to be kinder, how he saw his master and friends true nature and how it deeply distressed him when nobody would see it too.
You thought of what happened when Bruno disappeared.
You opened your eyes. You wanted to fulfill the legacy set before you by two people just as loving and passionate as you were.
You have a small nod, looking between both of the Madrigals, “I would be honored to take his majesty Bruno Madrigal as my master.”
Both of them smiled. Soon, there were four arms wrapped around you in a hug.
In the distance you heard the faint noise of sand in the wind.
Fair warning, future chapters will have smut. 18+ I will tag it when it's appropriate
Correct me on any spellings, bad grammar, and ESPECIALLY on poor translation.
Thoughts? Feelings? If you have none: what kind of royal would *you* be?
#encanto#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#dolores madrigal#julieta madrigal#agustin madrigal#camilo madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#antonio madrigal#alma madrigal#la familia madrigal#encanto fanfic#encanto fandom#bruno madrigal x reader#bruno madrigal x fem!reader#royalty#royal!au#servant!reader#servant#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#disney encanto#Bruno Madrigal simp#pepa madrigal#castle#felix madrigal#reader is over 18#x reader#royal madrigal family
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
If your still taking Isa and Alma prompts I have a challenge for you!
Your Atlantis AU Alma getting to meet her first grandchild 😄
If your not taking prompts to your AUs then no worries 🥰
Ooh, sure thing!
“I wish I could see you,” Alma whispered to her new granddaughter.
Isabela was only a few hours old; according to the family, she resembled Julieta as a baby. She was a quiet little thing, a warm, soft weight in Alma’s arms. Her first grandchild, Pedro’s grandchild. She hoped he could see this new miracle.
Isabela cooed and Alma smiled, gently tracing over the baby’s tiny nose.
“Ay, but I do not need to see you to know how amazing you are,” she said.
#answers#asks#atlantis au#searching for a miracle#royal au#isabela madrigal#abuela alma madrigal#encanto#encanto prompts#my writing#snippets
28 notes
·
View notes
Text
Royal
73 notes
·
View notes
Link
Co written with @optimistic-violinist
Summary: On the last day before they reach the gates Bruno teaches Mirabel a spell and confides in Isabela and Dolores.
~~~
It was disgustingly early when someone shook Mirabel awake.
“Hm? Wh—”
“Sh, it’s just me,” Bruno whispered. “Come on, wake up. It’s time for another magic lesson.”
While that did pique Mirabel’s curiosity, she felt like she was entitled to complain a little bit more as she grabbed her glasses and got to her feet. “Did it have to be before dawn or is that just, like, a personal preference?”
“I don’t sleep. You should know this by now. Now come on.”
She followed her uncle into the forest and watched as his eyes gleamed for a brief moment as he looked around.
“Perfect. This will do.” He took a seat on the ground and gestured for her to sit across from him.
“So,” she said, rubbing her hands together eagerly, her earlier grumpiness quickly evaporating. “What are we learning today?”
#tbtk#take back the kingdom#encanto fanfic#encanto modern au#encanto fantasy au#encanto fantasy kingdom au#encanto royals au#bruno madrigal angst#my fic
12 notes
·
View notes
Note
Au where all the madrigal kids(that includes antonio) leave and get adopted by royalty? Antonio is a baby when they leave
Ok sooo I thought about this for a minute, and I was thinking that maybe they’re adopted by Agustín’s family, who is royalty, also making him the price, maybe even crown prince.
NOW HEAR ME OUT
If he was royalty from a different place, it would explain why he’s an outsider. It would also explain why he dresses so nicely. Suits, ties, vests, dress shirt and shoes, not your typical Columbia’s fashion, like Bruno or Felíx. He might be able to afford this stuff because of his origins. It also would explain why he’s so proper all the time, because that’s how he grew up.
I think the kids might have been planning to leave the Encanto and Agustín either overheard or just figured it out. Instead of stopping them, he let’s them go,and gives them a place where they can go and be safe: his parents, quote unquote, “house.”
It’s in between Colombia and Panama, so it’s not too far, but it’ll take them at least a month to get there by cart. After giving them some money, extra food and water, and a note explains the situation that would be given to his parents by them, he sends them off.
Timeskip, they get to the house, which is more like a small castle or a really big version if Casita, Agustín parents read the note, understand the situation, and take them in. They already love them, despite never having met them before.
What do you think so far 😩‼️‼️
24 notes
·
View notes
Note
I imagine Royal!Pepa having the reader in her quarters or her room at all times so you’re always there when she wants it yk and like i imagine one day Pepa comes into her quarters earlier than normal and sees the reader taking a nap on her bed while wearing one of Pepa’s expensive robes and nothing else underneath and just goes 👀👀👀👀 and decides to fuck the reader while she’s asleep (of course with consent beforehand since thats VERY important!) and while Pepa fucks the reader who eventually wakes up from the pleasure and stuff, Pepa would tangle her hand into the reader’s hair and tug so that her neck’s exposed and starts nipping and sucking on her neck while fucking her 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
*sighs in dreaming*
NSFW fellas
Ps: for the pepa simps 👀
Royal!pepa x maid!reader
« 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝒾𝒹 𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 »
Pepa scoffed in annoyance,one of her hands on her neck massaging off the tiredness that came within the day. Thankfully the dress was easy to remove,otherwise she'd lazily sleep in It and have her mother yell at her again for not being properly like Julieta. And no It wasn't her sister they've had this talk before,it was just their madre...
A sigh groan in her throat before pressing on of her bedroom doors open. The long feeling of pain and irritation switched off upon seeing your sleeping frame tangled in the sheets. You were wearing her rose robe,that you knew hugged her hips perfectly! Pepa bit her lips in mischief as she glanced at your naked bottom,it seemed that you had gotten rid off the restricting underwear,a light bush of hair decorating nicely your slick lips.
Guided by the smell of arousal,Pepa crossed the room determined and boldly,her knees carefully digging into the mattress. Her breath hitched upon untying 'your' robe, her eyes glanced to a certain place...your breasts. The tall redhead leaned gradually over the soft areola blowing hot exhales. You moved in your sleep mumbling something foreign under your breath, at the time you stopped a pair of lips locked withing the softness of your skin,the tip of her tongue massaging the -now- erected nipple in circles
"Mh!"
Your moan filled the silence that lulled you before to sleep,your hand automatically reaching for the pillow you were resting your head on. Pepa grinned devilishly at the reaction,she was proud she could make you loose yourself in seconds even if you were sleeping. The older woman sucked once more the reddened numb and placed a kiss in between your mounts and then continued with your other breast sharing the same treatment. Your back arched in pleasure pushing your chest further into Pépa's mouth,your lips parted silently.
"Ay,Linda you can't ever get enough..."
The redhead whispered carefully so as not wake you up from your sleep -as if the wasn't her plan- tracing petite,hot red kisses along your stomach. One by one, she reached your belly removing the silk fabric that covered your abdomen. A freckled hand reached under your straightened thigh ,spreading your legs wider,applying more space for her to make love to you. You rolled your hips,your body craving for Pepa's warm touch-
"Stubborn and helpless as always Chiquita..."
The growl that came within the sentence made the taller woman more vulnerable along with the most exotic view acting out In front of her...she brought her lips close enough to your clitoris,her thumbs spreading your lower lips,to earn farther access to your wetness. Without much thinking,the irresistible princess dived her head to your warmth,sucking in your numb.
"Pépita..."
You whined in your sleep,perhaps on your 100th dream your brain too caught up by your lovers intimate actions. Two creamy skinned hands trailed on your breasts,squeezing the pair slightly,your nipples caught between long digits. Pepa worked her tongue wisely around your bundle of nerves,suckling the erected rosy numb between her rose red lips
"Su Alteza!"
You suddenly gasped at the shuddering feeling and opened your eyes wide to glance at the woman situated amid your inner thighs,making wonders with her mouth. Your features instantly altered in form,allowing the sensations run freely in your body. You felt dizzy from the red heads undivided attention,drunk up in the sight that could absorb even your whole being...
Pepa stopped just a moment to grasp your hair between her fists,creating enough room to bite onto your collar, easing out the burn with a kiss. You whined at the small amount of pain it caused you,but you couldn't care less; That'd leave a mark
'How scandalous'
" Hermosa Mucho... "
"¡Ay!"
the not so old redhead kissed her way back to your sensitive parts,cutting off your malicious thinking...You didn't know if any other maid had to share this moment with you,as you were informed about Princess Pépa's affairs and tendency to look around for girls. One things was that she made you feel special amongst any other,yet you couldn't share that with any of the woman servants that were taking care of the Madrigals. Pépa was your pequeño secreto pecaminoso (little sinful secret)
You welped in ecstasy as Pepa's couple of fingertips joined in your warmth,rubbing your walls in a fastened rhythm. Your own hands now found their way to your lovers beautifully placed curls,digging your nails to her scalp. Just this time your stares locked,sending shivers down your spine. It was incredible how her eyes burned with desire,that threatened to absorb you in it as well...
"Y-Your highness,I'm close-"
You let a moan escape your throat,as your head fell back,the waves of pleasure now overtaking your body.
"You are Devine Cariñosa. So delectable yet so distant from me..."
The woman in her early 30s responded,parting from your center to inhale some of your sweet scent
"I've seen you (y/n), I've heard you (y/n) late night in your room hidden from everyone,screaming my name with your hand between your legs..."
She proceeded thrusting her fingertips in your wetness
"You think I don't know how you look at me,when I get wrapped up in conversations with useless suitors?"
The redhead determined to sent you to another world,she leaned in to firmly entrap her lips around your numb. She suckled on the organ messily, the most lewd of sounds filling the atmosphere.You assisted your redhead lover by rolling your abdomen towards her thirsty lips enjoying the warming sensation spreading on your belly like hurricane. Your breathing changed,it became more quick,uneven to Pépa's distracting ministrations. For a moment your heard your heart beat increase rapidly,thundering louder than before;And then it came,your body turned to rigid for a few seconds-
"¡PRINCESSA!"
An earth stuttering orgasm ruled over your form as Pépa's tongue brushed repeatedly on your sensitive bud,your salty juices flooding her mouth as you rode through your orgasm,squirming and shuddering moans echoing in the room. Before,you could earn back your normal state,a well palm pressed firmly on your chin,accompanied by a passionate kiss. You couldn't help but moan again,tasting yourself in her tongue...
"Suck them clean."
Pepa pressed two slick fingers between your dry lips. You didn't say anything,you complied,taking every last bit of your remains in your mouth. You drew up your hand to cup her cheek,stroking the skin with your thumb
"Let me help you out of this dress my lady-"
The tall woman just cut her off by moving a finger to your lips. Silencing your speech
"Rest Amor...tomorrow there's gonna be a hard day for you."
She smiled taking in your beauty then dragging the cold sheets over your nude frame. Your closed your eyes with a grin on your face,appreciating her lovely gesture. The fact that she refused to aproove of you sharing any affectionate moment with her tonight was something you could only see in your dreams and to even allow you sleep in her bed left you content but waiting for more of her touch...
The doubts kept showering in your mind,only to pause abruptly when the door clicked close. Pepa smiled at your sleeping body. This moment will stay in her head forever she just hopes there won't be any undeniable regrets on her way. Because,she loved you,from the moment she laid her emerald eyes on you... Today she ran out of excuses,she had to let you know and intended on that.
Then Noone would get in her way not even her own mother...
#pepa madrigal#so oof#encanto#royal!madrigals#royal!pepa#royal au#the madrigals#encanto fic#PEPA MIGHT BE FIREY#but she is very caring#FOR THE PEPA SIMPS#here you go#it took me a month for what????#yeah idk#BUT HERE TAKE IT#i insist#anon ask
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
"So we're all doomed right?"
"Fuck yes."
"Almost."
"Affirmative."
Each of theme were in different Portals, the fourhad their own missions to carry so the AU won't fall, or in this case, three of them.
Observer Mirabel was in an AU where Mirabel was the mother of Antonio, while Scrappy Mirabel was in an AU where Bruno was dead, supposed to be alive.
Hollow Julieta was in her own AU, someone kidnapped her Mirabel, maybe making her reunite with her family soon.
As for the fourth one-
"AKUMA WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU-"
"I'M IN MY WORLD ASSHOLE, NOW SHUT UP I NEED TO STEAL A HOOF ARMOUR."
Akuma's OC, Mystic Shadow, also known as Shadow Facade was in the Canterlot Castle Armoury Room. They were trying to steal a random hoof armour, front right actually.
Facade wore a black cloak with black armour that had glowing blue spikes on the upper front forelegs.
Facade immediately snatched a hoof armour and teleported out running.
"Girls I have the part of the armour I need, what portal willw e be going to so we can meet?" They asked, having an earphone with a microphone in their ear. "The portal we will be going to will be the Dead Mirabel one, we must meet after we finished our missions." Hollow told the three.
Facade was still running, "Okay, Scrap?" "I can't come, I have to carry Bruno to mama." "Shit- Observer?" "ANTONIO IS FUCKING GONE" "HOLLOW THEN!?" "Unfortunately my daughter is kidnapped, it seems that we cannot meet."
They groaned, "Again? Alright, as long as the four of us are still healthy AND NO DETACHED LIMBS, we're sa-" they stopped what they were saying, and stopped running.
"Oh shit."
"Oh shit it is, my little pony." Princess Celestia said, smiling.
#encanto au#mirabel madrigal#observer mirabel au#mirabel au#random thought i had lmao#scrappy mirabel au#hollow julieta au#卂Ҝㄩ爪卂 is an oc#*In the earphone* Observer: AKUMA!? AKUMA ARE YOU THERE!?#Scrap: OH GOD THAT VOICE THEY'VE BEEN SPOTTED BY A PRINCESS!#Hollow: Good news. that royal is Princess Celestia.#Observer and Scrap: Bad news?#Hollow: The bad news is that in their world. Celestia is stronger than the canon. AND she can put up a fight in the changeling wedding.#Scrap: So she's literally a goddess?#Hollow: No#Observer: Oh thank go-#Hollow: But she's similar to a demigod. but yes. she's a go-#Observer and Scrap: DAMN IT HOLLOW YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TELL US THAT!#mlp#my little pony#princess celestia
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hello everybody. I recently returned last from my Christmas trip to St. Petersburg and my interest in the history of the Russian empire ignited with renewed vigor! A year ago, in the spring, I was inspired by the musical Anastasia and the film Encanto and did something like crossover or au.
My story is about the Hadietum family, the rulers of a fictional kingdom near Persia called Arashatum. Their feature is a magic oil lamp, which gives the descendants of the family magical gifts - abilities. But a good family friend betrays the current sultan and raises the people of the kingdom to revolution. Many of the Hadietums died on the day when the rebels stormed their house-palace, while others managed to get on the ship and hid in Babylon. Arashatum is renaming to Girzim, people are starving and fear is settling there... but there is one hope: Crown Prince Ramil ibn-Iman Hadietum, who, according to rumors, miraculously escaped the massacre of the royal family and alive now. Whoever returns the prince to his family in Babylon will be given a great reward. Many people came to the Hadietum family, but they were all false Ramils. The family's hope to save their home was gone...up to one day, after 5 years
This is the Hadietum family tree before the terrible events in Arashatum
I'm going to make a fic out of this, finally!
0 notes
Text
🧡Queen of the Skies🧡
✨Queen Pepa and King Félix✨
This is a fantasy AU "Encanto Empire"
Each Madrigal has their own title.
Pepa - Queen of the Skies
Julieta - Queen of Healing
Bruno - King of Time.
As mentioned, Encanto is an empire, ruled by the Empress, Alma Madrigal.
Each of her children had their own title as King and Queens, and has their own palace.
The Madrigal triplets may have their own palaces, but each are surely connected by structure and magic.
The Empire includes a lot of other kingdoms from other royal families, who unlike the Madrigals, practice witchcraft.
The Miracle will be the one to choose which among the Madrigal children will inherit the Empress' throne.
It's a complicated AU that has a lot of details and etc.
#encanto#encanto concept art#encanto fanfic#encanto fic#encanto comic#Encanto Empire AU#Encantoempireau#Encanto Royal AU#pepa madrigal fanart#tia pepa#pepa madrigal#encanto pepa#i love pepa#pepa x felix#encanto felix#felix imagines#felix#Pepa x felix#encanto pepa madrigal#encanto fanart#encanto fandom#fanart#wattpad fanfic#encanto fanfiction#fanfic#artist#digital art#encanto au#character concept art#Queen of the skies
986 notes
·
View notes
Text
Flameo AU sketches
#atla#atla au#zuko#azula#kiyi#lu ten#ozai#ursa#urzai#royal fire family#fire family#encanto au#flameo au#colored sketch#star's art
16 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Encanto Fantasy Kingdom AU
At the beginning of the year, when Encanto fandom was a bit more active than it is now, @c-rose2081 and I were collabing on a royal Encanto family AU story. The story was suppose to center around Mirabel and Bruno. She would be the unexpected heir, next in line for the throne. By cosmic happenstance, the only royal Madrigal born outside the palace walls, with strange glowing powers and Bruno would be her self-appointed protector of sorts. She would be targeted by assassins and Bruno as the devoted uncle would make sure she was safe. There is a lot more to the story but that’s the main gist of it.
Sorry to say, but this project is no longer active. Fandoms and ideas come and go and a large part of why this project didn’t take wing was because of me. I had a lot delays and mental health issues and I kinda gave up half-way through. In the end I just blew this project way out of proportion and overestimated my own abilities and stress management. In short, I was woefully unprepared and overwhelmed. It was a good learning experience for me to better my time-management skills and to see my own limits.
Here however, are some designs for the look of the characters. It was a lot of fun to make up designs for these existing characters. @c-rose2081 graciously gave me permission to use some scenarios and her ideas for some future art for this au. So, I’ll be making more art for this, but only for random scenes. Also, because I know someone will ask: there is no fic for this. If someone is inspired to write one based on this, make sure to tag me, because I’d love to read it. Us two however, are officially finished with this.
Anyway, enjoy these early arts! And go check out @c-rose2081 blog! She is a great writer and artist and without her this idea wouldn’t even exist
#encanto#encanto fantasy kingdom au#royal madrigals#bruno magridal#mirabel madrigal#encanto au#isabela madrigal
618 notes
·
View notes
Text
What Happened to El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino
If you are unaware I started to write a fanfic of a royal Madrigal AU with the pairing of Bruno x reader as the focus. I stated and, for the first two chapters, was able to come out with a chapter once a week. I forgot to post the second to Tumblr and it's been rotting on AO3 since November 7th. Now, it's been well over a month. What happened?
Not a lack of motivation or inspiration, I do still love and want to write my story- but moving and traveling have really gotten in the way of me being able to have any time to really write. Moving home, flying back and forth from state to state, as well as majorly helping moving my grandfather into a nursing home (he's very important to me and so we have done everything we can to visit him and make him feel at home- from decorating to making a personal thanksgiving and christmas).
All that to say I do not and have no plans to give up El Castillo de Encanto. I am currently working on the third chapter and now know I shouldn't make a schedule I can't keep XD
El Castillo de Encanto: Que Tú Eres Mi Destino (11139 words) by thym_2sh1ne
#El Castilo de Encanto#encanto movie#encanto disney#disney encanto#encanto fandom#encanto fanfic#encanto#bruno encanto#bruno madrigal#AU#alternate universe#royal madrigal family#royal!au#royalty#madrigal family#the madrigals#bruno madrigal x reader#bruno madrigal x fem!reader#bruno x reader#agustin madrigal#alma madrigal#antonio madrigal#camilo madrigal#castle#mirabel madrigal#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#felix madrigal#pepa madrigal#julieta madrigal
4 notes
·
View notes
Link
*
Julieta took his hand and Agustín jumped in surprise, but easily smiled at her. The Crown Princess’s eyes were shining, her smile hopeful as she gazed around the courtyard.
“It’s perfect,” she said. Indeed, Casita was nearly restored and much of the city was already improved and looking better each day.
“We’ll make it right,” Agustín promised her. “We’ll rebuild together, we’ll learn together. I promise.”
Julieta squeezed his hand. “I believe you,” she said softly, standing on tip-toe to kiss his cheek.
It was a promise he intended to keep, every day for the rest of his life.
Agustín didn’t know what the future held; he’d leave that to Bruno. But he knew he’d work hard, every single day, to restore Encanto to glory and safety. To make it thrive again.
*
The Miracle is restored to its rightful place and Encanto can begin to heal.
While the crew of La Verdad head home, Agustín, Félix, Flick and the triplets work together to restore Encanto to its former glory.
It's not a perfect ending, it's not a pretty fairytale. But it's their story, their future, and they'll face it together.
#searching for a miracle#atlantis au#royal au#encanto#encanto fanfic#encanto fanfiction#bruno madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#agustin madrigal#felix madrigal#abuela alma madrigal#alma madrigal#abuela madrigal#charles 'flick' dumont#encanto ocs#an army of ocs#la familia madrigal#the madrigal family#senora pezmuerto#osvaldo orozco ortiz#the madrigal triplets#madrigal triplets#pb&j triplets#pb&j encanto#the family madrigal#julieta x agustin#pepa x felix#update#my writing
21 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
shankarjaikishanfansassnintl
SJFAI, Hyderabad
searchmodifiers
Search Modifiers
misspandalily
misspandalily
void-leviathan-archive
art - au dump blog for Dishonored