#José Guzmán (kseda)
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It felt like the moment just before a vision, when the question hung in the air and endless doors were open but only one would hold the true answer for what was to come. He was caught, speechless, breathless, his mind spinning out every possible outcome for the next minute, the next second, and Bruno was going to get trapped there unless-
“You can kiss me, if you want to.”
Art by Juno <3
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Bruno has a vision. José gets pulled into politics. They talk, and other things happens.
#encanto fanfic#bruno madrigal#José Guzmán (kseda)#bruno madrigal x original male character#the same boy you've always known#I'M ALIVE#sort of#here have ~8000 words of shenanigans
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Encantober # 15 - Midnight
Oh looks it's the inevitable Brujosé
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“Wait,” Bruno said.
They stopped what they were doing, which was making out on a bench in the garden behind the church. Not the best idea and not at all planned, but the kiss goodbye at the end of an evening spent at Casa Martinez had turned into two, then more once they settled on the bench. The back door of the rectory was steps away, and they should have snuck through it and up the stairs to José’s room but…the air was warm, the moon was bright, they had an awful habit of enabling each other to take risks, and so-
“Everything ok?” José asked. When Bruno asked for a pause it was usually due to being overwhelmed or uncertain so the question was expected, as was the soft, soothing play of fingertips in his curls. It was nice, the concern was nice, but a flash of moonlight reflected off José’s wristwatch and Bruno shook his head.
“No, yeah, I’m fine, but-” He took hold of José’s hand and pulled it away so he could study the watch’s face. His shoulders slumped. “It’s after midnight.”
José smirked. “Are you going to turn into a pumpkin?”
“Why would…nope, not playing figure-out-the-reference.” He gave José’s hand a squeeze before he let it go, then slid himself down the bench a little to create space between them. “It’s Sunday.”
After a little pause José closed his eyes, nodded, and turned so they were facing the same direction. He folded his hands neatly in his lap, Bruno rubbed a fold of his ruana between his fingers, and it looked for all the world like they’d spent the evening contemplating the sculpture of the Virgen con el Niño which was situated across the path.
There was a number of things they were putting off talking about, and Bruno knew very, very well that delaying those conversations wouldn’t make them any easier. Soon. They’d sit down, properly, and figure the big things out soon.
Assuming they could keep their hands off each other for five minutes, and that the number of Madrigals who knew about them stayed below critical gossip mass.Don’t think about Mass.
Suddenly, José snorted.
“Guess I’m the one who turned into a pumpkin.”
The corner of Bruno’s mouth twitched into a smirk.. He didn’t need the context to land the next joke. “That’s too bad. I know you were hoping for a plantain.”
“That’s enough,” José said and shot him a glare, which managed to be intimidating despite the need to bite his lip to keep a straight face. “Go, get thee gone, devil.”
“Alright, alright!” Bruno hopped to his feet, tried to smooth his rumpled clothes, and regarded the priest with a fond smile. “I, ah…this was nice, even if it got cut short.”
“...yes, it was,” José sighed, and appeared to become preoccupied with his hands. “We’ll have to- we’ll make up for it, soon.”
Even without taking a peek into the future, Bruno could feel that tricky conversation coming at them faster now. He nodded. “Yeah, we will. We definitely will. Uh. Goodnight?”
“Goodnight, cariñi- goodnight, Bruno.”
He took the near-slip of the pet name as a sign things would work out, then flipped up his hood and slipped out of the garden as he had on several other nights. He struggled to stay awake in church the next morning, and was pleased to catch José yawning during Flores’ homily.
#encantober#bruno madrigal x omc#José Guzmán (kseda)#bruno madrigal#i wrote this instead of the next chapter of Same Boy#I am the worst#also this petered out at the end because I too am falling asleep#sorry
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Things I forgot I wrote, pt. 2/???
José shook his head and folded his hands on the table. “Sometimes, there just aren’t any good choices, and so we find ourselves doing…extraordinary things.”
“Crazy things, you mean.”
Because hiding in the walls had been crazy; Bruno had spent years trying to rationalize why he’d done what he’d done and now realized that the only answer was madness. He was a freak and always had been, always would be, the behavior was different but the cause was the same. He really hadn’t changed at all, not really.
A hand reached across the table, not close enough to touch him but it still pulled focus from his mental spiral and he blinked. José regarded him steadily.
“When I began on this path, one of the first things I learned was that I was not to judge.” Said the boy who’d tortured him, the kid he’d mercilessly tormented, the man who’d betrayed him, who he’d damned in return. “If it’s only he who is without sin who can throw the first stone, then I don’t have the right to pick up a rock ever again. I never should have thought I could in the first place.”
Bruno swallowed and tilted his head. “What did you do?”
For a moment José froze, the familiar stillness that came to the Encanto’s first set of elders when certain memories came to them. Bruno could almost see the scenes play out in shadows across light brown eyes, and drew a quiet breath. Something tugged at that tightness around his heart.
“Crazy things,” José murmured and gazed into his glass.
the same boy you've always known, ch. 3
#sedaverse#bruno madrigal#José Guzmán (kseda)#I'm doing a reread so I remember what I know before finishing the next chapter#this is the problem with being a pantser writer#what even is an outline#this fic ends with a wedding
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@empty-cryptid linked a picrew on the server and we indulged, here's a Seda (and a Jose because it was cute):
Feel free to drop your own!
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Slipping this out for Madrigay Days day 4 "flag", I really need to make a fic-thing on AO3 for all the established relationship Bruno/José stuff. In the mean time: Bruno/OMC, T, sexual reference, LGBTQ+ label befuddlement.
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Bruno stared at José and tried his best not to fidget. José stared into the box on his lap, his expression shifting from curious to confused before he glanced over at Bruno.
“Feliz cumpleaños!” Bruno said and waved his hands jazzily.
“You got me a scarf.”
“Actually it’s a stole. Like, part of vestments.”
José lifted one gold-fringed end of the stole and rubbed his thumb over the fabric, nodding. “Thank you, Bruno, it’s very…colorful.”
Doubt entered his voice, and Bruno understood why: José was a lot of things but a flashy dresser was not one of them. So far even on holidays the priest had maintained a dour wardrobe, and when he deigned to wear green it was dark or muted shade.
(“I’m a joke to you.”
“No you’re not. Your family’s obsession with color coordination is.”)
In any event, the striped stole did not at all match his aesthetic.
“It’ll make sense when I explain it,” Bruno assured him and scooted closer on the sofa. “At least I hope it will.”
“Ok, chulito,” José said, and the corner of his mouth twitched up as he turned to him. “Why did you get me a rainbow-patterned stole?”
Bruno grinned. “Ok, so, in the future-” He wiggled his fingers; José rolled his eyes. “-someone is going to make a flag to celebrate men who love men, women who love women, folks who love both, y’know. There’s gonna be other, more specific flags but the rainbow’s supposed to cover everyone. It’s called a pride flag.”
José tilted his head, and Bruno could just about hear the gears turning. “People are going to be…proud? To be like us?”
Like us. Despite their relationship Bruno still wasn’t sure if he was like José, who had dealt with the various consequences of his attraction to other men for much of his life while Bruno had existed in a limbo of loving no one. There had to be a word for it, he just needed to look harder.
“They are,” he replied, and gave a single firm nod. “It’s not going to be easy, there’s gonna- people are going to have to fight, and keep fighting, but they’re going to be proud, and unashamed.”
“Huh.” José studied the striped garment more closely, and nodded. “Alright, that’s good. That’s very good to know, thank you. I’m still stuck on why it’s a rainbow.”
“Oh! Right, all the colors have meanings.” By now well into presenter mode, Bruno pointed at one of the stripes.. “Pink is for…ah, sex. And, just so we’re clear, if this gift isn’t wowing you I do remember you saying something about not wanting to be able to walk straight tomorrow and…that’s still an option.”
“...right, let’s keep that in mind,” José said and reached out with one arm to pull Bruno even closer. Soon they were huddled together, safe and content as Bruno explained the meaning behind the rest of the colors.
José wore the stole during Carnivale, and delivered a homily about being true to oneself as surely that was the best way to embody the life one had been given.
At the next large party, he wore a vest of vibrant mint green.
#my writing#brujose#bruno madrigal#José Guzmán (kseda)#that distinction still makes me giggle#madrigay days#sedaverse#gay bruno madrigal#ok demisexual but he's doing his best#J is till gay AF#he needs his own fic for this week
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I feel you on the burnout. I think I'm there too.
Crack idea: The rats actually go to confession.
The slightly less crack idea: The family trying to organize all of the animal friends that live in Casita for the Feast of Saint Francis (I've been doing research!)
Rat confession rat confession rat confession!
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“This is Nodgraedxil-”
Bruno blinked and shook his head. “No, no, that’s Jorge Junior, because of that time he got a thimble stuck on his head when he was a baby.”
“Tío.” The tone in Antonio’s voice was far too close to the disappointed-and-exasperated one Félix used sometimes. “That’s not his real name. And he says you promised not to tell anyone about that again, was that a lie?”
“...technically, I guess?” Bruno looked helplessly at José, who shrugged.
“I’ll put it on your tab,” the priest muttered, then leaned down to get a closer look at the rat in Antonio’s hands. To his credit he kept his expression neutral; Bruno knew he was not convinced of the little creatures’ charms, which made him agreeing to do this an act of professional courtesy. “And what does, uh, Nadgerd-”
“Nodgraedxil.”
“-have to confess?”
After ruling out the confessional itself they’d opted to do this in the little chapel off the main altar, as it offered both privacy and an appropriate level of formality for the proceedings. Bruno perched on the edge of a pew, José - dressed in his frock and collar - sat on a chair facing him, and between them stood Antonio, who had taken the rat from his uncle and presented him to the priest for absolution.
“He steals berries from Señor Queso because he’s jealous. He wants to play Ratón Pérez in a concert some time. So…he confesses to theft. And envy.”
“I see,” José said gravely. His gaze shifted from the rodent to Bruno and managed to convey exactly how delighted he was by this ridiculous situation, and Bruno felt his heart melt a little. Maybe it wasn’t just professional courtesy. “And is he sorry for what he has done?”
Antonio waggled a finger at Nodgraedxil, who sat up on his haunches and grasped it in his front paws, then nuzzled his fuzzy face against it. The boy hummed. “He says yes, but that he still wants a chance to be Ratón Pérez.”
This particular rat, Bruno knew, had proven difficult to train and simply refused to stay in one spot not matter how much positive reinforcement he received. Still, it was worth another try, so he shrugged and nodded.
“Alright. Next time, Jorg- Nodgraedxil will have a turn. But only if he stops stealing berries.”
“Yes, he has to…show penitence,” José agreed while failing to keep a straight face. He sat back and cleared his throat. “Nodgraedxil, I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
The humans made the sign of the cross. The rat squeaked and scratched behind his ear with a back foot.
“Can he have a bread snack now?” Antonio asked in a stage whisper.
José thought about this, then folded his hands. “Not right now, but when your tío brings him up to the altar next Mass, he will.”
Bruno’s jaw dropped and he looked from his nephew to his rat to his…whatever they were, about to protest, but Antotio was beaming at him happily, and José gave him a wink, and he settled back in the pew, sighing.
“Fine. But I’ve got like four more rats in this ruana so you’d better make sure you’ve got enough rodent-sized sacraments to go around.”
“And grape juice!” Antonio enthused. “He says he wants the grape juice too.”
Bruno snorted. “Maybe you can serve it to them in a thimble.”
Nodgraedxil, outraged, leaped over and gave Bruno a reproachful nip on the hand. This caused some swearing, which resulted in a whole new round of confessions.
#my writing#sedaverse#encanto drabble#prompt fic#bruno madrigal#antonio madrigal#José Guzmán (kseda)#bruno's rats#seda's blaspheming again#bruno madrigal x omc
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In Honor Of Mean Girls Day...
Not participating in the OC event since I can't draw for shit so...memes it is.
Incorrect Miracle's Children, Circa 1919:
BRUNO: How do I even begin to explain José Guzmán.
AGUSTÍN: José Guzmán is a snob.
OSMA: He has two Latin bibles and a pocket knife.
OSVALDO: I hear his hair started graying when he was seventeen.
JULIETA: I hear he wants to go to seminary school. In Medellín.
FÉLIX: His favorite book is his own diary.
ANDRES FLORES: One time, he felt a connection to St. Francis. And it was pretentious.
PEPA: One time, he made out with me. It was aw…kward.
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For the Edgy OC asks. 8 and 25. 😈
I've been informed these are for José so...here goes!
8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?
...dunno about "ostensibly" but (spoiler alert) he already has literally, in a "so there's this massive civil unrest..."/"it was self defense"/"ok probably some revenge" way. I don't want to get into it more than that because I'm allegedly writing a story which will delve in more but short answer: yes.
25. What is your favorite thing about your OC?
His wiggles. How quietly unhinged he is! He started off as a throwaway character - literally, I invented him just to get rid of him in order to inconvenience his mother - then he morphed into something of a one-note snobby bully, then "what if he was crushing on Bruno?" happened and he suddenly had facets.
A lot of those facets are contradictory: he's a priest who's mostly lost his faith (also there's all the gay stuff), he was raised to think himself superior but devotes his life to helping others, he tries to exude an aura of calm but is constantly on the verge of snapping like a twig. His lore is bonkers, one of these days I'll make the "José Guzmán (kseda) iceberg" to try and capture it because there's no way I'm writing a full fic. He has seen (and done) some shit, it'll come out in bits and pieces.
More edgy OC asks here!
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“Ok, ok, yeah, but…d’ya think it’s possible someone might, I dunno, think I’m. That I could be. You know. At…trac…tive?”
Each syllable went up a couple of notes, accompanied by a lift of his eyebrows, and somewhere along the line he’d drawn in on himself, hands worrying the brim of his hat at his chest while he smiled like he was both eager and terrified for the answer. His heart hammered and a flush rose in his cheeks and this was quickly becoming one of the most humiliating moments of his life.
They stared at him silently for a moment, and then Félix chuckled.
“Ey, I know what this is,” he said and gestured with his own glass of lulada. “You’re going through The Thing. You get to a certain age, you start getting insecure about yourself, your looks…don’t worry, I’ve heard it happens to guys sometimes.”
Julieta narrowed her eyes at him as he took a sip of his drink. “Really, Lex. I think I remember you spending a few months casually mentioning that you were still ‘potent,’ and when Pepa dared you to prove it we ended up with Antonio.”
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José continues to try and settle back into life in the Encanto with mixed results. Bruno get diagnosed with "midlife crisis" and takes the opportunity to give himself a little makeover. They still don't talk, but progress is made. Meanwhile la familia Guzmán are still absurd, Dolores drops a bunch of chisme, Julieta and Félix practice playing tejo, and genderflipped!Bubo shows up.
#the same boy you've always known#the madrigal in-laws#sedaverse#bruno madrigal x omc#bruno madrigal#josé guzmán (kseda)#encanto#encanto fanfic#my writing#here's 9000 words#i like a few of them
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HAPPY EASTER have some blasphemy from the docs featuring everyone's(?) favorite(??) idiots. Once again: author gave up Catholicism for Lent once and forgot to pick it up again.
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“Forgive me, padre, for I have sinned, it’s been…eh, a few months since my last confession, sorry. I’ve never been good at this, it’s a failing. But! The gaps are getting shorter, like it won’t ever be, y’know, ten years again. Heh.”
Silence.
“Right, still too soon. A-anyway, where to begin..well, I’ve been doing a bit of lying, but it’s lying by omission, y’know. Oh, the ol’ classic of disobeying my mother; nothing major but I know it still counts. There’s been a couple of parties, and I did engage in revelry, I know that’s frowned upon if it’s…excessive.”
The silence continued, punctuated by a tiny sigh.
“...oh shit, it’s you, isn’t it.”
The obscuring screen slid to the side and yep, yes, there was José, wearing his most dour expression.
“Hello, Señor Madrigal.”
“Padre Guzmán. Ah. I…wasn’t expecting you.”
“How?”
“I dunno, it’s usually Flores!”
“We’re taking turns, of course we’re taking turns.”
“Right. Obviously.” Bruno stared down at his hands, fretful. “We really should have, I dunno, rehearsed this.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Not like that!”
The silence resumed, more awkward than before.
“Well. At least I already know the more…you don’t need to say anything about the fornication or unnatural desi-”
Bruno boggled at him. “I wasn’t planning to!” he hissed. “That- no, nope, not happening. Do people really confess that stuff? Cuz I can’t imagine.”
“Yes?” Padre Guzmán lifted his eyebrows. “The truly repentant do.”
“Oh. Right.” Then: “Do you? Confess, about all that?”
There was a pause, and he looked upward before drawing a breath and nodding. “I have, yes.”
“...uh huh..” Panic panic panic.
“Not to Flores, God no, but…in the past, I have.”
That sounded significant, and the priest looked troubled. Bruno wanted to follow up on that but before he could Padre Guzmán held up his hand.
“Is there anything more you wish to confess?”
“Ah, no, I’m- that's all.” No regret, no remorse, no repenting. Bruno would ponder the full implications of that later. “So…right, contrition: Lord God, in your goodness have mercy on me: do not look on my sins, but take away all my guilt. Create in me a clean heart and renew within me an upright spirit.”
The priest nodded. “Very well. Pray the rosary to the Fatima Prayer, perform an act of charity, and…oh, do something nice for your mother. I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.”
They both made the sign of the cross and murmured an amen.
“Thank you, padre,” Bruno said, getting to his feet as the screen slid closed. Then he paused. “Uh. I’ll be over on Tuesday?”
The screen slammed open again and José glared. “Not here, you- a full rosary, including the decades, three acts of charity, and you’re meditating on the mysteries for the next two weeks.”
“Sorry.”
“Go in peace, Señor Madrigal.” There was another sigh. “I’ll see you on Tuesday.”
#the madrigal in-laws#seda's blaspheming again#bruno madrigal#José Guzmán (kseda)#bruno madrigal x omc#...happy easter???
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“I don’t know what to say,” he began, his brows pinching together. “I don’t know where he got the idea he could just- he’ll know better than to touch someone who doesn’t want it, ok?”
Félix let that sit for a moment, then finally nodded. “Ehhh, he probably got that message from Rico and Osma. Right now I’m worried about this.”
He took the folded knife from his pocket and set it down beside the coffee pot. José glanced at it, grimaced, and quickly looked away again. “Ah. Fuck.”
“Tell me what happened, José.”
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When the miracle's twentieth anniversary ends in violence, Félix does his best to smooth things over and make sense of it all. A visit with an old friend leaves him with the usual "more questions than answers".
#encanto#encanto fic#the madrigal in-laws#sedaverse#Félix Madrigal#José Guzmán (kseda)#an one-shot#like the old days
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Me: I should write that essay sort of going over José's character as a sort of encyclopedia entry so he'll make sense to people.
Also me, apparently:
Hi my name is José Enrique Francisco Guzmán and I have short dark auburn hair (I got that from my mother) with some gray coming in and shaggy ends that reaches past my ears and light brown eyes like pieces of amber and a lot of people tell me I look a little like Keanu Reeves (AN: if u don’t know who he is that makes COMPLETE SENSE because he hasn’t been born yet). I’m not related to that other OC named José Guzmán and that’s fine because otherwise it’d be weird. I’m very Catholic and hang out at church a lot but I’m gay. I have medium tan skin, I’m also a rich kid who lives in a magical town called the Encanto in Colombia, I’ve been here most of my life (I’m twenty). I’m a prep (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly earth tones. My mom loves Senora Cordoba’s shop and buys all my clothes there. For example today I am wearing a red guayabera with matching embroidered details and brown linen trousers, no socks, and a pair of leather loafers. I am wearing a rosary, a subtle cologne, and an air of insecure superiority. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun which meant Pepa was pissed off about something. I stared at Bruno Madrigal. He put his middle finger up at me.
#my writing#....I guess this passes for it now#this sort of works though right????#José Guzmán (kseda)
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#José Guzmán (kseda)#don't look at me#he deserves it#happy...124th birthday king#the madrigal in-laws#sedaverse#my writing
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Anything but writing. Absolutely ANYTHING but writing
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Happy Birthday to José Guzmán!!!
Woo! He's come such a long way...
"Ok what's Mercedes' oldest kid's name...eh, he can be José. Maybe he left town. Yeah, he did that and became a priest, why not. Oh, he got a vision and left to become a priest how did that play out- oh my God teenage Bruno's a monster, this guy probably hated him. They were totally rivals. They were totally enemies. José absolutely tried to kill him one time (ok two times the first doesn't count)- oh man what if that was instead misdirected attraction? What if it was all hella complicated? 'A punchable face, makes our lives a wreck, for my fall from grace I'll stab him in the neck (I protest too much, in truth my sin is lust)' Man. This is gold. Bruno's oblivious, it's amazing, if they ever got together it'd be a glorious trainwreck. Shame he's gone forever.....or is he? He totally could come back, like, post movie. With his own group of refugees, that'd be satisfying. I'll write a little thing about that, it won't be canon. Now I sort of want to write a romcom. The romcom is now canon and they're such idiots oh god just kiss already. Heehee they're more than kissing. Omigosh it's my most specialest boy's birthday yaaaaaaaaaaaay~"
Thanks forever to all of you who enabled me to go feral with him, especially @slingerapen, @junosaccount, @cannibalthoughts and @malewifebruno (whose fault this ultimately is...somehow). The next chapter of Same Boy is currently at 6500~ words and counting, it'll be out there eventually :3
#asks#the madrigal in laws#my writing#José Guzmán (kseda)#adding that little (kseda) makes me giggle nervously every time#anyway
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*quietly slides artwork to you*
Sorry I made Jose look like Agustín…
Aaaah look at them! Thank you so much, this is deligtful <3
(Also no worries, my OC descriptions are very vague, it's the vibes that count XD)
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