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#encanto drabble
acewithapaintbrush · 1 year
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@ramblesanddragons made a post about how Bruno would look into the future and see Star Wars and stuff and how he would love the Mars Rover and then I started thinking if he might rant about those things when sick and then this madness happened. It completely got away from me, especially in the end, I'm so sorry. This doubles as a get well soon story for you @ramblesanddragons hope you feel better soon
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"Tio Bruno? Everything alright?" 
Mirabel's question, although uttered silently as to not attract too much attention, has - of course - attracted the attention of the entire family. 
'Because they are busybodies, every single one of them,' Mirabel thinks with fond exasperation, conveniently ignoring the fact that she is just as bad. 
Hence, her question. 
But honestly, Bruno looks… bad. Not 'straight out of the walls malnourished'-bad, but bad enough. He does his best to act like everything is fine, but Mirabel sits next to him at the breakfast table and she can see the sheen of sweat on his brow and the red tint to his cheeks. 
Her tio blinks at her owlishly, a vacant look in his eyes. "Huh?" 
"Are you alright?" Mirabel doesn't bother keeping her voice down. The whole family is more or less openly staring by now. 
Bruno blinks some more and then waves his hand dismissively. "Ah sure, sure. Of course. Just a bit of a headache and I stubbed my toe. The force has forsaken me today." 
Mirabel blinks. Bruno owlishly blinks back. 
"The… the what now?" 
Bruno shrugs and tries to put some butter on his knife, but somehow he can't seem to make it stick. "Miercoles. I wish I had a lightsaber right now. Would cut through this butter like… butter. Heh." 
"Uh-" 
"Luke's lightsaber. I like his color best."
"What are you-?" 
Pepa and Julieta groan and get up from their seats. Julieta gives her brother a quick kiss on the forehead (announcing "yep, a fever" to the gathered crowd) and then hurries to the kitchen to make him some healing soup. Pepa takes the knife out of Bruno's hand and butters his bread for him. 
"Don't worry about it, kids. When your uncle has a fever he sometimes talks about some weird stuff he's seen in the future." 
"It's not weird." Bruno mutters,nibbling his now buttered toast. "It's the war among the stars." He turns to Antonio sitting on his other side and pats his head. "The force is strong in you, young padawan. I can feel it." 
Antonio has no idea what that means, but he beams anyway. "Thanks Tio." 
"Wait wait wait?" Camilo leans forward. "There is gonna be a war among the stars?" 
Pepa tries to shush him, but it's too late. Bruno is already getting to his feet. He wobbles a little but keeps his balance by putting his hand on top of Mirabel's head. The girl is too perplexed to argue. "In a galaxy, far away! It's a period of civil war and the spaceships -" 
"Spaceships???" 
"Enough." Pepa snaps. "It's the fever talking. There is no war in space. And I don't think there will be, it's just your uncle talking nonsense. We can't go up to space." 
"We so will. We will be all over the place." Bruno disagrees. He lights up. "Like Opportunity! Opportunity will be up there." He lifts his head to look at the ceiling and to the horror of all but Pepa, who merely sighs, he starts to cry. "Oh Opportunity! Far away from home, but so brave. Oh, such a brave, little rover. You did good. You did really good. Everyone loved you. Will love you. Will have… Will have been lo-... Will have to have love-?" 
"Okay, he's messing up his tenses. That's our cue to get you to bed." Pepa interrupts his confused ramblings. "Tell Juli to bring the soup to his room." 
She takes her brother's arm to lead him away. Dolores gets up and walks up to them. "Do you need help, Mama? Should I cancel my date with Mariano?" 
Bruno stops and takes Dolores' face between his two hands. 
"No! Don't you dare! That's a good himbo you got there. The best. The perfect blend of hunk, jock and decent man. Don't you let him get away, Queen!" 
Pepa looks so done as she pulls him away. "Come on Bruno, there is some nice soup with your name on it waiting for you." 
They disappear around a corner but the kids can still hear some of their conversation. 
"Aw, that sounds fab af. Shut up and take my money, sis!"
"I have no idea what that means, hermanito." 
The kids all stare at each other in various states of bafflement, worry and confusion. 
"What is a himbo?" Dolores breaks the silence. "Is that… Is that something good?" 
"I'm sure it is." Agustin reassures her. "But maybe don't ask what it means either?" 
"Why?" 
"Well… once during a fever Bruno told me that the women of the future would consider me a dilf. I asked him what that meant and he wouldn't tell me but then Juli kinda forced him to tell her but then she refused to tell me! But every now and then she will look at me and whisper that word and just… giggle."
Felix pats his shoulder with an understanding air around him and all present get the distinct impression that he has a similar story to tell. 
The grandkids all exchange looks and silently agree, there and then, to never ask. 
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rinnysega · 7 months
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Braille - A Prophetic-Hijinks Drabble
Bruno wiped the sweat from his brow to admire his work. Not so much of the labor of the work but the stress that came with getting it absolutely perfect. He checked his sample over and over again, comparing it to what he’d just done on the frame of Ramiro’s door.
The braille looked like an exact copy.
“I should have been a carpenter,” he said to himself.
“It looks great, Woodpecker,” Elena said behind him. He turned slightly to see his wife come up the stairs with a glass of lemonade for him. “Are you sure it won’t be too sharp for his fingers?”
“Completely safe.” He tucked the sample under his arm and wiped his hands just as Ramiro came passing through the hall with Pedro.
“Hey, perfect timing. Ramiro, mijo, I just finished your name. Come give it a try.”
His son approached his father’s voice, and he felt for the familiar frame of his door his father was working on. When he found the braille and traced his fingers along the bumps, he didn’t need to see his father’s beaming smile to know he was full of pride.
“Wow, I can’t believe it,” he said.
“Your dad’s practically a pro right?” He took the lemonade from Elena to take a sip.
“I can’t believe you’d say this about Abuela Alma.”
“What?” Bruno’s face flushed and he practically choked on the drink.
“Oh, wow, this is very inappropriate!” Ramiro brought his hand to his mouth in shock. “I’ll have to wash my hands after reading such filth.”
“But - but I followed exactly what they did for me.” Bruno looked at the sample again. “What did they say?”
“Oh, it’s so horrible, I can’t repeat it!” Ramiro walked away again with Pedro who was trying not to snicker. “I can’t believe you’d say such things on the walls of Casita-” Even he couldn’t keep from laughing when he heard Pedro cackling.
Bruno turned red when Elena hid her own snicker and put her hand on his arm to steady him.
“He gets his acting chops from you, amor,” she said.
(Small drabble for @prophetic-hijinks 💚)
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madrigaljail · 1 year
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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.
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naoko-world · 11 months
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My Bruno x reader ficlets list
I decided to put my Bruno x Reader drabbles and ficlets in a list since I wrote that much. I'll write more too, that I'll add to that peculiar list!
This list doesn't include the Bruno x Reader oneshots like Lovers for a day (and beyond) and multichapter fics like Bruno's fangirl. Neither will there be the works related to Bruno's fangirl, which you can find there.
He is Bruno? (Bruno x Fem!reader) (Use of y/n and you)
501 words
Fluff
Y/N notices a cute man on the site for the rebuilding of Casita she never saw before. It can't be Bruno Madrigal, can it?
The shoulder (Bruno x fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)
1105 words
Fluff
You're a librarian where Bruno often comes to. You always felt something for him but was able to contain yourself. Until he shows up with a slipping off ruana...
OK Bruno is a woman now (fem!Bruno x bi fem!reader) (no use of y/n but use of you)
1135 words
fluff
While going to Casita you discover that Bruno changed into a woman.
A very Madrigal birthday - (Bruno x fem!reader)
1140 words
Fluff
It is your birthday today. Time to celebrate with your boyfriend and his family!
Bonding with the milkman over anxiety - (Bruno x GN!Reader)
1129 words
humor/light angst/fluff/milkman AU
Bruno was a milkman in Colombia looking to bond with someone. He was starting to desperate when he met you during his delivery.
Bruno in boots (Bruno x GN!reader)
1482 words
Fluff/humor
Bruno got a vision about a cat in boots who is a fearless hero. He's so impressed by that cat he decides to do the same in her town, becoming Bruno in boots.
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sp-ce-doll · 2 years
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Chubby!Reader part 2 is prooooobably gonna be posted tomorrow but I just have some THOTS
Imagine you’re sitting with Bruno in his room playing dominos or something and you just grab him by the chin, forcing him to look up at you.
“Your eyes are hazel. I never knew,” you say with a smile.
Bruno’s face erupts into a violent shade of red and you gently caress his stubbly cheek. He’s shivers at your touch, having gone without this sort of intimate and desirable touch for years.
He leans forward into your hand, pushing his body forward until he meets yours; you let the weight of his body take you to the ground. He climbs on top of you, sliding a thigh between your legs, using his knee to push your legs apart.
A few coils of his gorgeous black hair fall and brush by your cheek while his prominent nose grazes yours. He lowers his head to catch your lips in a kiss — you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth…
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bitsy83 · 2 years
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A New Fishbowl
Just a little drabble I wanted to make in honor of the awesome @sketchnwhatevr and their wonderful short, Tiempre de Vals Which can be found here! https://youtu.be/13icsej1i64
Please watch before reading to understand refs. (NOTE: I can't remember if Pezmuerte's first name is Ozma or not, but for now let's just go with it)
"Again?!?" cried Felix, almost dropping the glass he was washing.
"Again," sighed Bruno.
It was Wednesday, which meant it was Felix and Bruno's turn to do the dishes, with the help of Antonio. It was the same arrangement as usual: Antonio allows Parce to lick food off the plates, then Felix washes, Bruno dries, and Casita takes over putting the dishes away. The two Madrigal men always looked forward to these days because it gave them a chance to chat. Today's conversation topic: Bruno's new girlfriend, Ozma Pezmuerte.
"And...and she was sure it was dead?" asked Felix.
"Well, I'm no expert, but I'm fairly certain fish don't swim belly up," said Bruno, setting down the plate while Casita moved its tiles towards the pantry. "This is like the fifth time it's happened."
"Seventh," said Antonio blatantly. "Pico's been keeping track."
Felix just shook his head. "Ay. What is she doing with those fish, bro?"
Bruno flung up his hands, exasperated. "I don't know! I mean, she cleans the bowl regularly, she makes sure they get fed every day. She even talks to them! She treats those fish like they were her own children."
"It's the bowl."
Felix and Bruno turn to Antonio who was holding one of the coffee cups for Parce to lick. The boy said the statement so matter-of-factly that it made the two adult men feel foolish for not considering it, even though they had no clue what that meant.
"Why does the bowl matter, hijo?" asked Felix.
Antonio sighed, rolling his eyes. "It's simple. Bowls aren't natural to a fish. Nature intended them to swim in ponds, rivers, and oceans. You put them in a bowl, you're not only stressing them out by removing them from their natural habitat, you're also putting them in an environment that they're unable to thrive in. Basically, every time Pezmuerte puts a fish in a bowl, she's sentencing it to a slow and torturous demise."
Antonio then handed the cup to his flabbergasted father and took another dirty dish from the pile. The two men just looked at each other, stunned.
"How...how did you know all that, Antonio?" asked Felix, both impressed and slightly horrified.
Antonio shrugged. "The fish told me."
"You can talk to fish too?" asked Bruno.
"Yeah. They're really smart. It's kind of hard to hear them underwater, though."
Felix shook his head and went to clean the cup in the sink. "Well, there you have it. Ozma just can't have pet fish anymore. Problema resuelto."
"No! ¡No problema resuelto!" groaned Bruno. "This isn't fair. She's a good woman; she doesn't deserve this! She loves fish the same way I love rats. She won't even eat them!"
Bruno sighed heavily as he leaned over the counter, rubbing his temple. It had been a month since the festival celebrating the return of Casita and the magic. Bruno was so hesitant to attend on account of his history with the town. At first, it was difficult, even with Mirabel's encouragement. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, he could still feel the people staring at him, whispering behind his back while he danced with his niece. Just when he felt that things were going to back to how they used to be - him being a lonely, reclusive man - Ozma approached him and asked him to dance. He had known Ozma since they were children and, yes, she did blame him at the time for the death of her first fish, they still held a good friendship. He had always known he had feelings for her, but never dreamed they'd be mutual.
Ever since the festival, Ozma and Bruno had been seen together a lot in the town. Walking to the market, lunch by the river. They were even caught once or twice in a loving embrace. Bruno was thrilled when he was able to give her a new goldfish, but now it seems that fish were never meant to be kept as her pets. He knew he'd eventually have to break the news to her...
"I just...I just wish I could fix this somehow," mused Bruno.
Felix pursed his lips and thought. "Well, let's see. Obviously, bringing fish to her isn't the answer. Sooo...what if you brought her to the fish?"
Bruno cocked an eyebrow at his brother-in-law. "What do you mean?"
Felix gave a sideways smirk to his youngest child. "I think Antonio might be able to help, right hijo?"
But Antonio was hesitant. "I dunno, Papi..."
"Come on, hombrecito!" chided Felix. "Do you it for your Tío! Look at this guy! Can't you see the passion that burns in his eyes for his lady love? Can't you hear his heart beating like drums inside his chest? The man wants nothing more than to cherish the rain that waters the ground Ozma walks upon and..."
"OH-KAY! Let's tone it down at bit!" snapped Bruno. He almost forgot how passionate Felix would get when talking about love. "B-but seriously, Antonio, I could really use your help."
Antonio looked to Parce who just shrugged, wanting to lick another dirty plate. "Ok, Tío Bruno, but first we have to lay some ground rules."
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"Ok, ok, careful. We're almost there."
"Bruno, where are we going?"
"You'll see; just keep your eyes closed."
Later that evening, Bruno had convinced Ozma to talk a walk with him in the jungle. She inquired as to why and Bruno simply replied "I'm going to show you a new fishbowl I found." When they were getting close to their destination, Bruno asked Ozma to close her eyes as he led the rest of the way. While her eyes were closed, she could hear running water, only heightening her curiosity.
Finally, they came to a stop. "Can I open my eyes now?" she asked softly.
"Yes. Abre los ojos."
What Ozma saw before her took her breath away. Bruno had led her to a gorgeous jungle spring. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. A luscious waterfall cascaded down large boulders into the clear, crystal waters. The foliage surrounding the large pool varied in vibrant shades of greens, pinks, oranges, and turquoise.
"Bruno," breathed Ozma, placing a hand to her chest. "This...this is wonderful!"
But Bruno wasn't done. "Look in the water," he encouraged, bringing her to the edge. She gazed into the pool and her smile grew even brighter. There were fish! Beautiful fish of all different shapes and colors. One looked much like a goldfish, but it was so large it could be the size of a trout! Very slowly, Ozma got on her knees and lightly traced her fingertips across the water's surface. One of the large colorful fish broke the surface, its large mouth opening and closing towards her hand. Clearly, it thought she was food. Ozma withdrew her hand, but still chuckled.
"They're called koi," said Bruno, sitting beside her. "Very similar to a goldfish."
"How did you find out about this place?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the fish as they swam.
"Weeeell, you can thank Antonio for that," Bruno smiled. "He found this place weeks ago. And the best part...." He then went to the edge of the trees and pulled back a few branches, showing a clear view of the town. "It's just a hop, skip, and a jump away. You can come here whenever you like. Just promise that none of the fish are removed? And, uh, check with me first before you bring any outside food. Antonio really wants to protect these little guys from...uh, he just wants them taken care of properly."
Ozma nodded in agreement. "I promise." She then stood and wrapped her arms around Bruno's waist, hugging him tightly. "This is the most beautiful fishbowl I've ever seen." She pulled back and gazed deeply into his eyes. "You truly are a wonderful man, Bruno Madrigal."
Bruno blushed and chuckled nervously. "I'm just happy I was able to - Mm!" Before he could finish, Ozma kissed him on the lips, causing his heart to soar. Melting into her arms, he closed his eyes and returned the kiss.
Meanwhile, a bit upstream, Felix and Antonio watched the two in their lovers' embrace. "That's our cue to vamos, Antonio," said Felix, lifting Antonio to his shoulders and heading back to town. "Thanks again for sharing your secret fish pond with them. I know they're gonna take good care of it."
"I hope so," grumbled Antonio. "I still think she kills fish for fun."
"Okay, we really gotta talk about your perspective on people..."
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buryustogether · 2 years
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i recently watched encanto again, and i haven’t been able to get this out of my head since, so -
what if mirabel and bruno never forgave their family?
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once la casita has fallen, what’s done has been set into motion. there are no taking back the words that have been said, the actions that have been done.
the madrigals are searching the rubble desperately for mirabel, having last seen her in the heart of the wreckage before the dust flew.
casita does not respond to their pleas to bring her forth.
all they find of her is a patch of torn fabric from her skirt.
mirabel has gone down to the river she so often retrieved the fishing traps from with her sister, only now she was all alone. she sits on the bank and sobs, allows her sorrows and grief and sadness to escape in the form of ragged cries.
after some time, the sound of horse hooves upon the path lift her attention and she stands, thinking it to be one of her cousins or her tia come to search for her.
but instead the horse carries her tio bruno, his chest lifting and caving frantically for breath. he looks as worse for wear as she does; clothes torn, face covered in ash and grime, hands bloody from scrambling his way through the thin walls of the crumbling house.
he exclaims her name and rushes to greet her, holding her close as she cries into his chest.
he’d glimpsed her through the cracks as casita fell, terrified she had been lost and crushed beneath the falling foundations.
she explains to him everything alma said to her, and he confesses the blame and guilt she placed upon his shoulders when he was her age.
and suddenly, their sadness turns to rage.
they feel it together, like a tidal wave pulling them both under, because they are connected. connected in the way that their family constructed themselves - shackles placed around their ankles and tied to one another so that they could go nowhere.
but they could get somewhere together.
they both mount his ride and they disappear across the other side of the river, set on leaving encanto behind them.
the town that never wanted them, their siblings who blamed them, the very woman who had planted this seed from the very beginning.
they moved constantly, finding odd jobs to keep them going.
eventually bruno put his gift to a better use, and began charging people for a vision. mirabel stood behind him while he did his readings, a silent guard ready to shoo patrons away when he became so overwhelmed he slept for two or three days straight.
months went on, and the pair became known throughout columbia; the fortune teller and his young assistant.
people lined up in towns to see them, anxious to catch even a glimpse of the famous madrigal duo.
people called them gifts from god.
others, the ones who received bad visions, called them devil spawn.
there were nights in which bruno screamed and howled and wept into mirabel’s lap, their words taking him back to his childhood when each and every bad occurrence was credited to his visions.
but their bitterness, their hatred for what their family had done, what they had turned them into, kept them moving forward.
their colorful clothes turned to monochrome schemes, and they slowly erased any trace of their family from their appearances.
they were no longer part of the madrigal family; they were the madrigal duo, their own little family.
years passed.
it was a rainy day, one where fat drops poured like bullets from the heavens, when they returned to encanto.
at first, people didn’t recognize them.
this could not be bruno madrigal, once so shy and skittish and now brimming with pride and confidence.
this could not be mirabel madrigal, then fifteen and now seventeen, a cold stare to her gaze and her stance having widened to take up more room, demand more respect.
of course someone ran to tell the madrigal family they had returned.
the whole town was in an uproar as the rest of the family hurried down the hill to see their lost members.
mirabel’s parents cried her name, tried to rush in and capture her in a hug.
but she simply held up a hand to halt them.
bruno placed a hand on her shoulder and gazed at his sisters over the top of her head.
alma screeched at him, demanding an explanation as to why he had stolen mirabel away, disappeared for years without a word.
but mirabel, in that now monotonous voice of hers, tells her she went on her own accord.
says that alma told her exactly what she thought of her, and she decided she didn’t want to be part of a family that didn’t want her.
says there was one person who understood how she felt, because they had done the same thing to him.
bruno grips her shoulders and flashes the mortified family a cold, twisted smile he never seemed capable of before.
“you see, mama,” he says, “we may still be madrigals. but we are not going to play in your little family anymore.”
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lacasitamadrigal · 2 years
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Ways to say I love you...
So I stumbled across this post a few days ago and it made me want to write a drabble for Alma and her little family. I hope you enjoy.
Alma walked down the stairs, hands clasped together as she thought about all that needed done today. Two homes on the south side needed shingles replaced. The gardens at the north end needed more water, that would mean Pepa would need to be there before the noon bell rang. Then there were the weavers who needed more fleece for clothes, that meant she needed to see if the sheep were ready for shearing yet and then the wool would need transport. All of that was besides what she would need to do for home. Sure Casita could take care of some things, the dishes were something it enjoyed, but the floors still needed to be swept and the laundry needed washed and hung out to dry. Her day looked busier the longer she thought of it and truly it was starting to give her a headache already. 
Now usually when she entered the kitchen, it was already in motion, Casita took care of the bulk of that with starting the ovens and moving some of the larger things about. This morning however things were still and quiet, the twelve year old triplets sitting at the counter in wait, looking bored and impatient. 
“Mama!” The eldest of the triplets bounded over, grasping Alma’s hands in hers with a grin and followed very closely by the other two. Their eyes were eager and bright as they smiled at their mother. 
“Buenas dias mis bebes. What is going on here?” The woman couldn’t help but smile in return, seeing them happy always made her so. 
“Mama, we were wondering… would you make huevos pericos for us?” 
“Pretty please mama?” That was her second daughter, chiming in with her hands folded in front of her, a pout on her lips. Alma blinked at the three, a brow arching as she considered the request, her hands poised on her hips. 
“But you know how to make that, Juli.” She couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit, shaking her head slightly at them. These were her children, these silly things. 
“But.. you make them really good.. Juli does too but yours are the best..” She looked at her son, his head turned down slightly and the pout very apparent. He was rubbing at his arm again but he still managed to look up at her for a moment before back down at his own feet. 
And that’s what pushed her over. 
With a soft sigh and a small smile the woman set to work. She pulled the skillet out and got the eggs and tomatoes.
“If I am to make this, you have to make the arepas.” She turned to see three bright and eager faces shining at her and laughed. “Go go, get the masa, apúrate por favor.” 
The kitchen bustled with life as the four found themselves helping each other with the exception of Alma’s huevos pericos, the children wouldn’t even look at the pan she was cooking in. How she still got roped into helping mix and mold the arepas was beyond her, surely three preteens could’ve handled that much. But she wouldn’t complain, not in the least, it had been ages since she had been the one to cook in this kitchen. Since handing the domain over to Julieta at the tender age of ten she had hardly needed to. She had missed this… 
“The arepas are ready, mama!” Pepa had the plate full, ready to take them to the table with a bright rainbow over her head. It made the woman so happy to see that. She pulled the pan from the stove and placed it on a towel on the counter, leaving the spoon in for serving. 
“How about we eat here today. I’m sure Casita wouldn’t mind us not using the dining table.” And neither would she, for once. She missed the nostalgia of cooking a meal, of eating in the kitchen with her babies, of them being so much smaller… It would be okay for today. At least for breakfast time. It’s okay for her to just be a mom. And when breakfast is over, she can be everything else she has to be, but in this moment it feels good just to be their mom.
The plates were filled and the three kids sat on the stools, happily spooning eggs into their mouths. When she finally got to her own plate, she made the discovery that all the arepas she herself had made were gone. Selecting one she knew her son had formed she smiled, watching the three dig into their plates happily. 
“Gracias, Mama. This is so good!”
“Yeah it is! These are the best huevos ever!” Julieta at least had managed to swallow her food before she spoke, Pepa seemed to be having too much of a good time for that thought. 
“Si! Gracias, mami.” Alma cupped the boy's cheek with a smile, he was easiest to reach being right next to her, and gave a nod. “Of course, mis bebes.” 
It was just eggs, tomatoes and scallions. The arepas were made the same way as they always were. And yet, Alma had to agree with them. 
Those were the best eggs she’s had in a long time…
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hearttohaato · 1 year
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On the morning of Camilo's eighth birthday, Agustín wakes Félix up with a strange request.
A fluffy piece in celebration of Camilo’s birthday! 🦎🎂🎉
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lunamadrigal · 2 years
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Did someone say part three to the Road Trip drabble? 👀
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🗺📍Map Quest // Road Trip (part three)
The stale hot smell of pizza replaced whatever earlier stench had been festering inside our VW bus. Even the breeze that whipped through the rolled down windows hadn’t managed to carry the scent of meat lover’s pizza outside. Two large pies were hardly enough for the five of us after Ignacio and Auri destroyed half each, downing a bizarre mixture of every flavor of soda the fountain drink dispenser had available with it. The sight of them chugging the ‘diabetes in a cup’, as Angelina called it, made my teeth hurt and judging from their blue tinted lips I half expect them to regret that decision shortly.
“It looks like you made out with a Smurf dude.” Ignacio blurted out with a devilish grin while mid-scroll on his phone.
“Have you seen your own lips Ignacio?!”
“Oh, not just mine duderino.” Nacio raised an eyebrow in my direction with his snarky remark.
“Why me? I didn’t even say anything?”
Javi snorted between laughs in the passenger seat and turned barely enough to face us. “I’m calling you Smurf-iego from now on.” 
Ehh.. That one should bother me but the Smurfs are kinda cute… Right? Right. They’re adorable. Who doesn’t love a Smurf. Well I guess they’re singing is a little annoying but other than that, cute. Doubt worked its way into my mind, thinking it over though.
“Mi sol..”, Auri’s breath nipped at my neck where he whispered, “.. some of the uhhh–” His finger tapped his own lips lightly as a smile crept up and fought the blue stain for attention.
OF COURSE. There weren’t two sets of Smurf lips sitting in the back of the bus. Nope. There were three. At least there wasn’t 200 grams of sugar floating down my bloodstream to earn it.
“So.. Is blue my color?” I wiggled my nose at him, teasing him back.
“BOYS. HONEYMOON.” It sounded like a playful threat but best not push Ignacio so I leaned myself back again, not taking my eyes off of Auri who added one of his famous eyerolls at the comment.
“SHUT UP AND LOOK!” The bus came to a sudden sharp stop, so sharp that it was only luck that we hadn’t gotten whiplash from Angelina’s driving skills.
“LOOOOOOK!” Her dainty fists gripped the wheels tighter, shaking it with excitement. Good thing she was inside the bus or she probably would have floated off into space, seeing stars.
A pristine white stretch of road signaled the start of the resort with every type of tropical plant even Isabela would be envious of. The palma de cera were unmatched in height, towering along the sidewalk and casting their own shadow puppets onto the stone, offering visitors below a quick relief from the sun.
“Names?” A serious voice interrupted from the driver’s side window as we all stared out ahead at the resort.
“It���s quite something but if you want in I’ll still need those names.” The woman nudged her glasses back up her nose before fixing a strand of her amber hair, looking as if she has had her fair dose of unruly teens for the day.
“It’s under Madrigal.” No nonsense Javi blankly stated while handing Angelina the reservation print out.
“And you all are —” The woman paused, studying us and while her expression remained stoic her eyes gave away something. “— unaccompanied?”
Maybe she was just showing concern? But surely having a group of teens isn’t that out of the ordinary, right?
“Listen —” Ignacio jumped to his feet, ducking inside the small space in the bus and pushed his way up to lean out the window at her. Oh here we go. Fasten your seat belts. I cringed half expecting some hilarious remark from Ignacio but he fell silent. “Uh– R-E-E-M..” He read her name tag in the most unsure tone possible by his standards.
“What??” Auri shot up, squeezing over the seat’s headrest to peek at what flustered Ignacio. “No dude, it’s R-E-A-M, see..” He pointed at the white and gold trimmed tag on her buttonup shirt.
“Looks like R-E-M, ya know like rem sleep…” Javi added matter-of-factly from his passenger seat.
“Nahhhh bro! It's pronounced Reem.”
“Rem.”
“Reammmmmm…”
“EXCUSE ME!” The woman hollered, holding back a smile. “It’s Reme. For Remedios.”
The bus was silent aside from the soft music coming from Angelina’s playlist in the background. Nobody dared argue with her.
She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, “Just call me CJ.” She breathed out.
“THAT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO REEM.” Ignacio laughed, narrowing his eyes at the tag yet still pronouncing it wrongly his way.
“Reme.” The correction came swift like a dagger but the woman’s smile hadn’t faltered. “Head on in. Drive down to the circle, parking is in the back…” She motioned down the road before leaning in and crossing her arms over the open window.
“Oh, and kids—” A smirk played on her lips, suddenly erasing her earlier serious demeanor. Maybe she saw something in us before?
“In case you need a guide…” In one smooth motion she slid a small flyer from her waist. Where the hell had she been keeping that? Were there more? I scooched in closer to try and catch a glimpse of her outfit.
A wink was all she gave us to finish that sentence. And something told me by the sparkle in Ignacio’s eye that we’d definitely be taking her up on that offer. Sketch adventure and all.
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I found the idea of teens being lil turds and not figuring out how to pronounce Reme's name very funny in my head 😅
Reme belongs to @clichejoe
Triplets belong to @artsynellyyy @cheesy-cryptid
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my-fan-side · 2 years
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AN Encanto Fanfic idea:
An angsty fan fic idea or maybe this is a drabble already?
* So Abuela Alma doesn’t have an actual gift on her own, at least not something that can’t be seen. But she has some sort off a little bit of spark of every powers that the Madrigal family gets. But no one knows this except her. And its something that she can’t usually control.
* Like she doesn’t get an actual vision, but she usually have that strong gut feelings on what’s about to happen. She can’t make flowers or plants appear out of nothing, but for some reason the flowers that she takes care of on her room lives longer than they should. She can’t heal with a meal, but she’s got that magic touch that sometimes reduces the pain whenever she touches any of the family who are in pain. She can’t understand what the animals were actually saying, but like with Casita, she seems to gets the sense of what they want to convey. Even Alma is not sure if she got an actual gift, but a part of her feels like she has because everytime a new member got a gift, she feels a warm tingling sensation within her.
* On the day the Casita fell, what if Mirabel was actually crushed and dying when the family found her. Julieta found Mirabel first, barely alive. As everyone gathers around Mirabel in tears, and telling her to hold on, and that help is coming. Abuela found her way beside her nieta. The candle is not yet fully extinguished and she still feels a bit of the power fading within her as well.
*She hold on to Mira on one hand, and on the candle with her other hand. Abuela prayed on the remains of Casita, of the candles, of the miracle, of that little spark of remaining power within her. And with everything she got, she’ve pushed and pushed all her life to make that spark of power grow. And she focused all of it in her hand, as she asked the miracle to let her make this sacrifice one last time, for her nieta.
*And so as Abuela touched Mira’s cheeks, she leaned closer to her nieta’s ear and told her that she loves her. A bright glow from her palm touches Mira, then in an instant all her injuries healed, all cuts were closed, all broken bones were fixed. But as soon as Mira were able to sit down. Abuela then collapsed beside her. Just as sudden, all of Mira’s supposed injuries now appears to Abuela. She’s now the one who is bleeding, coughing blood, and dying.
*Julieta was scared and reached out to her Mama. She was so confused on what happened, and how it happened. She thought she was losing her daughter, but now she’s losing her Mama. She can’t barely talk, all she was able to say was “Why?”. Abuela, with her last strength, touched her daughter’s face and said “Because mija, the familia no longer need me, but you all need Mira.”
*Abuela’s last words probably were “Te Amo mi niños” and “Lo siento” And then as she took her last breath, the Casita started moving and rebuild itself. It was like Pedro all over again. With Abuela’s sacrifice, the casita emerged again from the rubbles and all the powers came back. But now, on the standing new building, the door that used to belongs to Abuela is now a glowing unopened door. Which eventually was opened by Mirabel. Her figure is now the one holding the candle.
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acewithapaintbrush · 2 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOLORES, MY QUEEN!
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Dolores listens. 
"So, do we have everything ready for the thing?"
"Yes, we have everything ready. The thing can happen." 
"What thing?" 
"I still don't know what to wear to the thing." 
"Oh Isa, just wear the red dress."
"But would that be appropriate for the thing? I wore that one last year already." 
"What thing???" 
"And our mule is still out distracting… you-know-who?" 
"Yes and don't call him that, Milo!" 
"Whaaaaat!? It's his code name. He chose it himself. The Mule!" 
"Ohhhhhh! Are we talking about Dolores birth-?" 
"Shhhhh Tonito! Here, have a chocolate!" 
"Yay!" 
Dolores chuckles.
Her dear Mariano squeezes her hand by which he is  leading her on a romantic walk through the woods. 
"What are you laughing about, my love?" 
"Ah, nothing nothing." She looks at him out of the corners of her eyes, feeling a little mischievous. "Just wondering what my family is up to right now."
Mariano flails and looks everywhere but at her. "I'm sure nothing exciting. Nothing at all. Nothing to do with you, I'm sure. I mean, why would they? Right? No reason! Haha. Hahahaha. I suggest we walk some more for exactly half an hour and then go back to Casita."
Dolores sighs happily and snuggles against his arm." Whatever you say, dear."
It's the same song and dance every year. Her family talking about a 'thing' and avoiding her name at all cost. They think they are so sneaky and that Dolores doesn't realize what is going on until she comes home and they get to whisper "Surprise!" in her face. 
Well, admittedly, Dolores always does her best to act very, very surprised every year.
Of course she does. They put so much effort into planning her birthday parties. Who is she to spoil the surprise? 
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rinnysega · 1 year
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Moon - An Elena Ruiz and Mirabel Drabble
A small drabble for @prophetic-hijinks. It’s been a rough day for her, but I hope she knows she’s loved for the wonderful friend that she is. I hope you like it, Hijinks 
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A front step and some moonlight - two old friends Elena could always rely on no matter how old she got or how many dreams came and went throughout the years. Sitting out in the cool, night air, staring up at the soft light of the moon shining down on her, was all she needed in times of comfort. It was all she needed for a long time. Back when she was a girl, now that she was a woman.
Her bump was growing bigger by the day, and soon Elena would have to start wearing the new dresses Bruno and his family got for her as her baby continued to grow. Sitting out there that night, she held one hand to it while the other propped herself up, leaning back to gaze up at the stars. She used to feel so small, staring up at that sky, hoping and praying that she’d be heard in a mass sea of voices, all sending out their wishes and prayers in the same way that she did. Out here, it felt like she could be heard. She wasn’t even praying, yet she could feel her wishes, her inner desires were heard. Her fingers gently scratched at her belly as she let out a small sigh of air through her nose.
“How does this compare to the city?” came a voice behind her. 
Elena turned slightly to see Mirabel come to join her, sitting beside her and flattening out her skirt as she did. She smiled at her, and Elena returned it.
“A lot different,” she answered. “You can actually see the stars and tell where the moonlight begins and the streetlights end.” 
Mirabel nodded in agreement and looked up at the moon as well. “Are you thinking about anything particular out here?”
“Not really. Old habit of sitting outside when I need some time alone.” 
“Oh, I’m sorry, let me just -”
“-Oh, no, it’s okay, Mirabel.” Elena put her hand on the other’s arm to keep her from standing. “I enjoy your company. Please stay.” 
Mirabel sat back down comfortably and looked out at the village lights, clear and golden compared to the milky white that draped across the valley. They sat there for a few moments in silence until Elena spoke again.
“I was thinking,” she said, “about how I’m going to be a mom soon.”
“You must be very excited.” 
“I am.” She leaned back slightly and laid against the steps as she smiled for the first time in a long time when staring up at that moon. As if in thanks for her prayers that had finally been answered, her eyes glistened with a film of tears as she told Mirabel, “I bet your Abuelo prayed on those stars and that moon for your Abuela.” She paused for a second to keep her voice from cracking. “I bet that’s how he got so blessed to have a family like yours.”
Mirabel waited for a moment while Elena dabbed her eyes with the hem of her sleeve. In response, she laid down beside her tia and said, “And now we’re blessed to have you be a part of it too.” 
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madrigaljail · 1 year
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Encantober Drabble 2 - Strength
Félix, Julieta, G, 100 words
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“You look worn out,” Julieta said and pressed a cool glass into his hands.
Félix shook his head. “I’m fine, Juli, I haven’t done anything today.”
He’d just coaxed his daily smile out of Alma, and taught Camilo and Mirabel a new song to keep them occupied and away from preparations for Isabela’s tenth birthday, and talked at Bruno’s door for twenty minutes trying to lure him out, and-
“That’s not true, you’re always looking out for everyone,  you carry so much-”
He flexed his arm and winked at her; she laughed. “And look how strong I’m getting for it!”
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naoko-world · 1 year
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Here is a drabble request I wrote for @kazenomegaminowanpisu!
The request was: A Camilo x Reader with Reader secretly fangirling on Camilo but is caught by him.
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⚠️ It's a request!!! Don't come for me! I'm still in love with Bruno & Bruno only
Camilo was shining under the sunlight, transforming from the woman who always complains about her dead fish, to the Madrigal she was accusing to have killed him, to himself again, in front of some clapping and laughing children. As for you, you were watching him from afar, half-hidden behind a house where you could see him without being spotted.
Your heart was pounding at this boy you were so enamoured with, currently telling the story of his Tío Bruno. The real one, the one where he was a misunderstood man victim of rumors. You thought it was wonderful of him to step up for his uncle with such joy and such a gleam in his eyes.
You turned your eyes off from him the time to note something in the notebook meant to remember each of his stories. When you finally looked up from it, you were facing Camilo, smiling playfully at you as he was leaning on the corner you were hiding behind. Your heart skipped a bit, as he teased you, "Hola hermosa! I saw you stopped watching me. What are you writing? Can I see?"
Panicking, you blushed heavily before scurrying away with your notebook under his stare.
Once back at home, you melt as you remember the feeling of his eyes on you and the smile addressed to you. He was so handsome, cute, and shining brighter than the sun itself. You were never really a fan of the Madrigals but Camilo had that aura that made you feel at peace. You smiled dumbly as you threw yourself onto your bed, writing everything about that special moment in your notebook.
You’d be certain to find him the next day to continue spying on him. Maybe he could catch you doing so again, and you’d once again live the experience to receive one of his smiles.
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roxyfoxgamer150 · 2 years
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"Sometimes I wish I could feel emotions." Hollow said, speaking a mic attached to her ear.
She was in her own AU while Observer was in her own casita, they were talking to each other through a mic attached to their ears.
Both hated their own AUs, although Observer's wasn't an AU at all.
"What the fuck- I knew you were faking emotions but why both?" Observer asked.
Hollow Julieta looked at the scene infront of her, she was hiding since she had blood on her. Again.
She wanted to feel emotions to feel pride for Mirabel growing up without her. To be happy that Bruno was still in casita, alive and safe.
But at the same time she wanted to never feel emotions.
She doesn't want to feel the rage that she felt when the town started to make her family work harder. She doesn't want to feel the sadness she almost felt when Pepa found out her last sibling left because of the people.
What she does feel, is emptiness.
"..Nothing, I just-" she pauses, "I just want to feel happiness." She bites her lip, she knows Dolores can hear her but there are so many sounds.
Observer's silence can be heard. "Is that one of the fucking reasons why you didn't react bad when I killed my other self?" Observer said.
"It indeed is." She mutters. She sits on the wooden box that was with her.
She runs her hand to her face, if she could feel anything right now it would be frustration. She, of course, had to act it to look like it.
As she was about to sigh, she could feel a tug on her pants.
"Señorita? Are you okay?"
She sees Antonio looking at her with worry and curiosity. "What makes you think of that child?" She asked.
Antonio looks at her, "Because you have blood on your clothes ma'am." Her eyes widened for a bit
"Ah- this is normal, I get into fights." "But then you're always hurt!" Antonio suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her towards the casita.
"Woah woah woah- kid you do not know me you cannot drag a stranger into your home!" Antonio looked at her.
"But the rats tell me that you're safe!"
Hollow silenced herself and pretended to be shock.
'HE ALREADY HAS HIS GIFT?' Hollow began to panic, if he already has his gift does this mean his birthday was yestrtday?
She was out from her thoughts when Antonio yelled that someone needs her help, since she had a knife wound on her arm.
"Ah- I forgot about that." Hollow looked at her arm, seeing that it might get an infection.
She could hear Observer in her ear, "BITCH RUN THEIR COMING TO YOU" Hollow Julieta started to walk away after hearing what Observer said.
She heard multiple gasps.
"J-Juli?"
She looks behind her and sees all of the adults except for Bruno, Agustin was close to tears while Pepa had a large raincloud above her.
Silence.
"Apologies I must go I have a mission-" "JULI!" Hollow began to sprint after saying something in a professional voice.
Meanwhile outside of the AU, Observer was cursing so much her family began to grow concerned on what happened. They don't want Observer to try and kill them again.
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