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There is part two.
#encanto#encanto 2021#encanto fandom#encanto disney#disney encanto#alma madrigal#camilo madrigal#encanto osvaldo#cloudly-moonlight polls#encanto señora guzmán#encanto señora pezmuerto aka the fish lady#encanto juancho#encanto fish lady#encanto cecilia#encanto alejandra
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This year's secret santa for @omgcheez <3 ily, it's always fun to talk gay beuno with you, with or without crazy ships. Enjoy an awkward Bruno at the christmas party being cheered up by Osito. Have a great 2024!
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I made a parody poster based on the film I Know What You Did Last Summer.
#Encanto#wdtajn#Bruno Madrigal#Mirabel Madrigal#Osma Pezmuerto#Osvaldo#horror#i know what you did last summer#Disney
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Dolores: Now, Antonio, you must grow up to be a decent member of society.
Dolores: Play lots of sport, eat fruits and celery, and help old people across the street.
Luisa: Except Señor Osvaldo Ortiz.
Dolores: Yeah, don’t help him.
Luisa: No. Hinder him!
Dolores: Hinder him from crossing the street.
#encanto#incorrect encanto quotes#dolores madrigal#luisa madrigal#antonio madrigal#señor osvaldo ortiz
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Gay Bruno/FAB Discord
Hello!!! So, for about a year and a half now, I and other Encanto fandom members have been hanging out chatting about Gay Bruno and FABshipping (Félix, Agustín, Bruno) on a discord called STORKIN, and we are opening it up a bit more! @pogona and I mod it.
It is 18+ and porny, no incest. Some discussions have also included:
Osvaldo in all his glory
Lesbian Isa and Plants
T4T Pepa/Félix
Bruno/various Male OCs
About 4000 AUs, including FAB cowboy
If you are interested, click this link to join :] We’ve got a fairly painless process for application though we do reserve the right to limit member numbers.
(Art by @pogona)
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Inspired by something I saw once but can't find again
Bruno: You know, if you keep your fish in such a small bowl, it's probably going to die.
Bruno: If you keep eating all that candy, you'll get fat.
Bruno: Hey, you have a bald spot.
Alma: You know, mijo, maybe you should try to be a bit more tactful when telling people about your visions....
Bruno: Oh, a vision? I haven't had one in ages.
#encanto#bruno madrigal#alma madrigal#abuela alma madrigal#we don't talk about bruno#senora pezmuerto#padre flores#osvaldo orozco ortiz
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So how does the guy who accused Bruno of making him grow a gut treat Bruno? Like dose he make fun of Bruno?
Oh, Osvaldo... dear, sweet Osvaldo 🙄
That guy's got mush for brains. I honestly don't think he's clever enough to intentionally make fun of Bruno, but I can see him saying something insensitive and tactless because he's just not aware of his words or their impact. 😬
Or: "Hey, you grew a gut too! Was it a vision?" Like he equates having a belly with a vision... something nonsensical and simplistic. (I don't have a glowing opinion of him, can you tell lol.)
It's a good question, though. Maybe he's smarter and more malicious than I'm giving him credit for. Osvaldo villain arc.
...And actually, someone sent me an ask a long while ago with a prompt involving Osvaldo's reaction to Bruno's weight gain. I really need to get back to work on the fic I started. 😭 The man's buffoonery is weirdly difficult to write.
[edit] Also, I just assumed this question was referring to la pancita de Bruno. 😂 One track mind.
#encanto#bruno madrigal#viva la pancita de bruno#osvaldo#asks#donkey delivery guy#the guy who grew a gut
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“Hey, did he do this?” Osvaldo asked with a nod towards Bruno. “He’s got it out for the hair of the clergy, you know.”
✨Encantober #6✨ Hugs
A bit of cheating for the encantober prompt Hugs because I wanted to draw an awkward hug with Osvaldo and Bruno and it turned into this scene from same boy chapter 3 by @madrigaljail (that scene technically has no hugging at all, but it would totally fit Osvaldo)
#encantober#hugs#bruno madrigal#josé guzman (kseda)#osvaldo being... osvaldo#gay bruno madrigal#encanto#encanto fanart#my art#bruno x male oc#bruno x omc#same boy (kseda)#fanart for fanfic
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Its not that i ship them. I just need to see 500 fics in the tag
#yes this is about bruno/osvaldo the cringest love story the encanto has ever seen#imagine 500 gay bruno fics (chuckles) imagine that
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Infidelity AU
An AU where Félix isn’t Camilo’s biological father (+ giftless Camilo).
Note: So, I was curious of how cheating and affair babies would go down in the Encanto, since DNA tests and advanced technology don’t exist yet in the 1950s, so yeah!
Enjoy!
Pepa would never admit it, but she wasn’t 100% happy in her marriage with Félix.
Sure, her husband would literally do anything for her if she simply asked, and he was always by her side to comfort her whenever she wanted or needed his support, and he took care of Dolores most of the time. But lately he started to spend more time with their daughter...
Pepa craved his attention, or just attention from a man in general.
But she'd find that attention when she bumped into Osvaldo when she was in town.
The two started to talk, and it was clear that an attraction started to form from both sides.
Soon, Pepa and Osvaldo talked more and more, the former even making excuses to get out of doing chores and spending time with family for it.
And before they both knew it, they started an emotional and physical affair (Bruno predicted this but Pepa yelled at him for this and called him a liar).
Strangely, Pepa didn't feel sorry or guilt, at least during the time of her affair. She finally found a man would gave her attention, and Félix still took care of her and Dolores.
The affair lasted 6 months, until Pepa discovered she was pregnant, and Félix clearly wasn't the father...
She decided to not tell Osvaldo, and ended the affair, choosing to pass the baby off as Félix's to avoid drama and conflict.
When hearing the news that his wife is pregnant, Félix was extremely happy, not knowing that the baby Pepa was carrying wasn't his...
8 months later, the baby was born. It was a boy Félix named Camilo.
The baby clearly looked more like Osvaldo, but Pepa could easily pass her son as her husband's.
Unfortunately for her, Casita decided to add Osvaldo to the family tree, and obviously showed Camilo being his son.
As quickly as she could, Pepa painted over Osvaldo's portrait, making sure to hide everything about her former affair.
For the next 5 years, Pepa successfully hid her major secret from everyone, and hid the fact Camilo was from another man and let Félix be his father.
Well, until Camilo's ceremony, where he didn't get a gift...
Both Pepa and Félix were confused, as well as angry that "their" son didn't get a gift.
It only got more confusing when Mirabel did get a gift a few months later, the gift to heal things with her sewing.
But the truth was that Casita knew that Camilo was illegitimate, and decided to not give him a gift as a punishment for Pepa...
#infedelity au#pepa madrigal#félix madrigal#osvaldo orozco ortiz#camilo madrigal#encanto au#bruno madrigal#tw infidelity
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How about its Felixs birthday and everything is perfect except one thing because the shop owner as Pepas ex has a grudge against her but as we know Pepa is a bad ass so she scares him into getting her way and Felix as love sick as ever thinks its the best birthday ever
Here you go! Hope this is what you wanted! It’s kind of long, so I hope that’s okay!
I don't necessarily agree with Pepa's methods here, but they were effective.
It was the morning of Félix’s birthday. November 11th. The date used to mean nothing to Pepa, used to be just another day in November, but ever since she met Félix, the sun shone a little more brightly on November 11th.
She had been running around preparing for tonight’s party for two weeks. The list of things that needed to be done was no longer as daunting, thanks to her siblings and mother pitching in to help. One by one, they’d managed to get almost everything they needed to give Félix an amazing party.
Juicy steaks from the butcher, promising Pepa the best cuts of meat in exchange for favorable weather on his wife’s birthday. An assortment of baked goods from the baker: pillowy, freshly baked bread, cookies, and the pièce de resistance- an enormous tres leches cake, absolutely soaked in sweet milk, thick dulce de leche oozing down the sides.
Of course, Julieta had offered to do the baking herself, but Pepa immediately waved away the suggestion as ridiculous. Julieta was expecting a second child, and she hadn’t slowed down one bit. But her poor sister was so swollen by this point that she looked like she was constantly toting around a watermelon. She seemed ready to pop at any moment. Obviously, there was no way Pepa would ask her to stand on her feet just to prepare food for her husband.
Succulent steak, fresh crusty bread, indulgent desserts…Pepa checked the items off her list. The rest of them were pitching in to get the rest of the food ready. Although Julieta was relegated to bedrest, she wasn’t fully out of commission; instructing the others on how to prepare all of Félix’s favorite dishes. Pepa had tried to help out in the kitchen, but she’d ended up even more hopeless than Agustín when it came to cooking. Turns out, even her rain wasn’t enough to rescue the charred remains of her culinary attempts.
So, she decided to leave the cooking to the far more capable hands of her mother and brother and instead work on the decorations. She’d gotten some lovely flowers from the florist and was arranging them into bunches to place around the table. They were all so colorful, with bright glistening petals. Pepa placed one of every color into each bunch. Félix gave her rainbows every day; it was only fair she returned the favor.
“I help?” Isabela had toddled over, grabbing at the flowers Pepa was holding. Much to Pepa’s surprise, Isabela’s touch was delicate. She didn’t even damage the petals. She looked at Pepa expectantly with her big brown eyes.
Pepa chuckled. “Sure, Isa. Come here.” She patted the ground next to where she was sitting and separated out some flowers for Isabela to play with. “You want to help me decorate for your tío’s party tonight?”
“Uh huh.” Isabela’s brow furrowed as she focused on matching her arrangement to the ones Pepa had been working on, choosing just the right flowers. “Like this?” She held up an arrangement almost identical to the ones Pepa had been making.
“Yes, Isabela, just like that!” Pepa took the bunch, stunned. She added the few flowers Isabela had been missing and set the finished bunch aside. Isabela really had a knack for this. She could actually help Pepa out. Deciding there wasn’t any harm, she pushed the rest of the flowers closer to Isabela. “Can you help me finish making the flower arrangements?”
Isabela nodded solemnly, reaching out to pick up some more flowers in her chubby little hands. “Pretty flowers,” she commented, turning over the flowers in her hands. A few of the petals got crushed, but Pepa held her tongue. She didn’t want Isa growing up criticized over every little thing the way she had been.
“They’re very pretty, right?” Pepa smiled, glancing at Isa over her own bundle of flowers. Her precious sobrina concentrated on picking out just the right flowers. “Which one is your favorite?”
Isabela frowned, pausing to think. Her tiny tongue poked out of her mouth. “All of them!” she exclaimed, beaming.
Pepa laughed. “They are all pretty, aren’t they?” she agreed. Isabela seemed to really enjoy the flowers. Maybe she could convince Julieta to let Isa join her in the fields come springtime.
Thanks to her adorable little helper, the flower arrangements were done sooner than she anticipated. Food, flowers… Pepa ran through the list in her mind. The musicians were coming tonight. All that was left to do was… A leaden feeling sank in her stomach. Decorations. She’d left the decorations last, hoping to delay the inevitable misery, but the moment had arrived. Closing her eyes, she let out a frustrated groan.
“Tía okay?” Isabela reached out a hand towards her cheek, concerned. That child was as perceptive as her mother.
Pepa nodded, swallowing and affixing a smile to her face. “Yeah, Isa, I-“ Fortunately she was saved from having to come up with an excuse by Agustín, who was holding a very sleepy Dolores in his arms. “I’m just sad that you need to go take your nap because I had so much fun with you.” It wasn’t exactly a lie; she did genuinely enjoy working on the flower arrangements with Isa.
“No nap!” Isabela insisted stubbornly. “Not tired.” But her yawn betrayed her.
“Are you two girls done with the flowers?” Agustín bounced Dolores in his arms.
She valiantly fought sleep, but little fists rubbed her sleepy eyes. Succumbing to her tiredness, she snuggled into her tío’s chest.
“We are.” Pepa stood up and held up a flower arrangement. “What do you think?”
“I think they’re beautiful!” He cooed, crouching down to Isabela. “But not as beautiful as mi flor pequeñita.” His free arm made its way down to tickle her side, causing her to erupt in giggles.
He had really taken to being a girl dad. Pepa hoped their second child would be another girl. “Are you ready to join your prima?” Pepa addressed Isabela, who was clinging to her hand, unwilling to go to her father because it would mean ending their fun.
Isabela struggled with the decision, her eyes darting between her and Dolores. As much as she loved her tía, she loved Lola more. “Okay,” she acquiesced. Letting go of Pepa’s hand, she reached up towards her father.
“Come on, Isa.” Agustín scooped her up with surprising strength, balancing her in his other arm. “You need to rest so you can stay awake at your tío’s party tonight.”
“Party?” Her eyes gleamed excitedly.
“That’s right,” Agustín affirmed. “But you need to sleep now so you can stay awake later.”
Her mouth opened to fight him, but tiredness overtook her and instead she joined Dolores in snuggling onto his chest.
“Thank you,” Pepa mouthed towards him as he took the girls away for naptime.
Now she was left by herself to contend with the decorations. She wanted to get streamers and sparklers for tonight, maybe even some fireworks if she was lucky, but unfortunately, she and Osvaldo had been on a few bad dates many years ago, and he still hadn’t gotten over how things had ended. There was no way he’d want to do anything nice for her, especially not if it was meant for her husband.
And that really rubbed Pepa the wrong way, because Osvaldo holding a grudge against her was one thing (look, it wasn’t her fault she didn’t want to date a bad kisser, okay?) but taking it out on Félix, the nicest most agreeable man in the whole encanto (no she wasn’t biased) was taking it too far.
What she needed was a way to get the decorations from Osvaldo without bringing up any drama. Her unexpected solution appeared in the form of a disheveled Bruno stumbling out of the kitchen towards her. His hair appeared to be smoking.
“Did you get kicked out of the kitchen too?” Pepa snorted.
Bruno wiped a smudge off his face. Pepa didn’t even want to know what it was. “Still made it longer than you, hermana.”
Pepa rolled her eyes. When would they stop bringing up how bad she was in the kitchen? Cooking wasn’t her thing. They all knew that by now. Get over it. But focus, Pepa; you need him. “Yes, Bruno; you’re a better cook than I am,” she gritted out. The words tasted bad, but she needed to butter him up.
He looked at her strangely. “You feeling okay?”
She sighed. “I need your help, Bruno.”
“With what?”
“Remember how I put off getting the decorations for Félix’s party until the last minute?”
“Yes…?”
“There’s a reason for that. Guess who’s selling the decorations now?”
Bruno scratched his head. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember what I had to eat this morning and you’re asking me to remember who’s selling something we don’t use every day.”
Pepa resisted the urge to snap at him. “Osvaldo Ortiz,” she answered, as calmly as she could.
Bruno shrugged. “So? Osvaldo’s a nice guy.”
Pepa glared at him. “Not to me. We went on a few dates ages ago and he still hasn’t gotten over it.”
“Ah.” Bruno nodded knowledgeably. “He’s one of the ones you dumped for a stupid reason.”
“I didn’t dump him for a stupid reason,” Pepa defended herself, outraged.
“Why did you dump him?”
“Because he was a bad kisser.”
“Which isn’t stupid at all.” Sarcasm dripped from Bruno’s words.
“It wasn’t his fault. I was his first kiss, and he needed someone to teach him how to do it right.” Pepa crossed her arms. “That person wasn’t going to be me. I didn’t have to deal with that.”
“Naturally.”
Pepa huffed. “Are you going to help me or are you just going to stand here and make fun of my dating preferences?”
“Okay, okay.” Bruno held up his arms in defeat. “What do you want, me to go get the decorations for you?”
Pepa shook her head. “No, I won’t give him the satisfaction of thinking he got to me. Because he didn’t.”
“Clearly,” Bruno muttered under his breath.
Pepa kept going, pretending not to have heard him. “I just want you to come with me to diffuse the tension.”
“That’s all?” He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously.
“That’s all,” she promised.
“You’re going to owe me.”
“I figured I would. But please, this is for Félix. It’s not for me. Think about that. He’s your favorite cuñado.”
“You’re so lucky Agustín is upstairs and didn’t hear you say that.”
“I don’t hear you denying it.” She stared him down.
He tried to return the stare but crumbled. “Fine, but I’m not talking unless I have to.”
“That’s just fine, hermanito.” If she was lucky, just his presence would be enough to make Osvaldo reconsider being rude to her.
They walked over to the market together. Pepa filled Bruno in on what she wanted for Félix’s party.
“Streamers, sparklers, and fireworks?” Bruno let out a low whistle. “That’s a lot, especially considering Osvaldo hates you apparently.”
“He doesn’t hate me,” Pepa corrected him, hurt. “He’s just…” She paused to find the right words.
“Not over you; got it, Pepa.” Was he rolling his eyes at her? Brothers…
“Focus, Bruno; we’re doing this for Félix. This is about him, not me,” she insisted.
“Of course it is, Pepa.” Bruno sighed, exasperated. “Fine. Not like I can help in any other way anyway.”
“You don’t have to talk, just be there for moral support,” Pepa reminded him.
“I thought I was there to diffuse the tension.”
Pepa rubbed her temples. Really he was there as insurance that Osvaldo would give her the decorations, but she wasn’t about to tell Bruno that. “Right. That.”
“Are you going to lie and tell him I had a terrible vision about him so he gives you what you want?”
She shot him a scathing look. “Of course not, Bruno; don’t be ridiculous.”
He still appeared wary. “Okay. I hate it when you do that.”
“Don’t worry, Bruno.” She patted his shoulder. “Ah, here he is.” They’d reached Osvaldo’s stand.
Bruno gulped, seeming to regret his decision. “Okay. I’m going to go be not here.” He then immediately ran away.
“So much for support,” she hissed out after him, seeing him disappear into the winding rows of stands. “Hola, Osvaldo,” she greeted the man, infusing unfelt friendliness into her voice.
“Pepa.” He didn’t feel it necessary to do the same. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, today is Félix’s birthday…” She tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear nervously, noticing the man’s attention waning. Bad start, Pepa.
“Is that so?” He asked, disinterested. He had gone around the back of the stand, arranging a bundle of pinwheels in its box.
“Yes, I, uh, was wondering if you had any deco…” Her voice trailed off mid-word as he turned to look at her again. Smooth, Pepa. Of course he has decorations, they’re right in front of you. Gathering up her confidence, she finished her thought, “I wanted to get some decorations for his party tonight.”
Osvaldo grunted, not showing any trace of interest in the matter. “And you thought I would help you? Sell you decorations to celebrate your husband’s birthday? At a party I’m not invited to?”
Pepa let out a disbelieving noise. “I didn’t think you’d want to come! Not after… I thought I was doing you a favor!”
“A favor! Like how you did me a favor by dumping me during lunch break in front of everyone?” His ears grew red.
“Are you going to sell me decorations or not?” Pepa demanded, getting frustrated. The nerve of that man! When was he going to get over it?
He sighed. “Yes, Pepa, I will.” He pulled out the most pitiful pinwheels, their edges curling and drooped, as well as some faded banners. “Here you go.”
“Seriously?” She raised her eyebrow, unimpressed. “That’s the best you can do?”
“For you, Pepa, yes. Take it or leave it.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t invite you to the party!” she retorted. A devious thought sprang up in her mind. Taking a moment to collect herself, she continued, “Bruno’s going to be there, you know, and he’s had some nasty visions lately. He looked shaken up the last few times he had one. I think he mentioned your name, too…” She let the implication hang in the air. “Oh, there he is now! Bruno!” She waved him down.
Bruno wandered over, holding a half-eaten arepa. “Did you get the decorations, Pepa?” He asked, munching on his snack casually.
“Not yet.” She tapped her foot impatiently, glowering at Osvaldo.
Wanting to diffuse the tension, Bruno spoke up. “Oh, hey, Osvaldo. Nice stand.”
“Thanks, hombre.”
An awkward silence permeated the air. Pepa’s storm clouds weren’t helping matters either.
“Is there any way you can give my sister the decorations so we can leave?” He asked bluntly.
Osvaldo shrugged. “Sorry, Bruno. She’s being a pain.”
Pepa opened her mouth to protest, but Bruno covered it with his hands, pushing her back. “You know how she gets.” He chuckled apologetically.
Pepa clenched her fists, seething. How dare he? He was supposed to be on her side!
“Maybe you can sell them to me instead,” Bruno suggested, shooting her a look to shut up. “I’m not being a pain.”
Osvaldo shook his head. “They’d still be for Félix, so no can do. Besides, I wasn’t even invited to the party. Why would I want to help?”
“That’s too bad, it’s gonna be a great party.” Bruno finished off the arepa, licking the crumbs off his fingers. “These arepas are really good. I’m going to go get some more,” he announced to Pepa and Osvaldo, who were now having a staring match.
“Oh, I love them!” Osvaldo exclaimed. “I get them every day, they’re so good.”
“Every day, huh?” Bruno sized him up and down. “Careful there, buddy. Those pants won’t keep stretching forever.”
Osvaldo frowned, looking down at his pants. “What do you mean?”
But Bruno had already walked away in search of more arepas. “I could bring you some, but you should probably go easy on them,” he called back.
Osvaldo looked at Pepa searchingly. “Was that…?”
Suddenly, Pepa snapped her fingers as if realizing something. “That must have been the vision he had! You’re going to get fat!” She patted his stomach affectionately. “How embarrassing. It would be a shame if everyone in town found out that’s what your future holds.” She fixed him with a determined look.
Osvaldo closed his eyes, defeated. “Tell me which decorations you want.”
She paused, pretending to think. “I’m not sure how much money I have with me.”
He waved off her comment hurriedly. “Just promise not to tell anyone and I’ll give you whatever decorations you want, free of charge.”
“Whatever decorations I want?” Her eyes sparkled with possibility.
That night, the Madrigals were enjoying the party. Everything had gone according to plan. The table was laden with all sorts of delicious foods, including the cake, which was almost gone. Music was booming thanks to the band playing that evening- all lively tunes, just like Félix liked. Thanks to Pepa’s ingenuity, their casita had been decked out in the most lavish decorations: banners, lights, streamers, even some things Pepa hadn’t thought of that Osvaldo had thrown in after being properly motivated.
But the best part was the fireworks. They exploded in the night sky; a brilliant display of colors splashed across the darkness.
Pepa watched them, leaning on Félix’s shoulder as they sat and ate their cake. “Do you like it, mi sol?”
“Like it?” He asked incredulously, bringing another forkful of cake to his mouth. “I love it! How did you get fireworks? I thought they were sold out.”
She pooh-poohed the question. “Nonsense, mi amor. Whatever mi esposo wants for his birthday, he gets.”
He gazed at her adoringly. Even though they’d been married a few years now, the lovestruck expression never faded from his face. “Thank you, mi vida.” He gave her a sticky kiss on the lips. “This is truly the best birthday ever.”
Seeing the pure unadulterated joy on his face, Pepa had to agree.
#pepa madrigal#felix madrigal#pepa x felix#felix x pepa#bruno madrigal#agustin madrigal#isabela madrigal#pepa and isabela#osvaldo ortiz#brief pregnancy mention#tw fatphobia#kind of#pepa is petty af okay#asks#anonymous#writing answered prompts#writing encanto#writing feliepa#writing pepa madrigal#pepa and bruno#casually creating an origin story#i don't agree with what pepa is doing okay#poor bruno#pepa is weaponizing his social incompetence#not pictured: bruno asking pepa what on earth she said to osvaldo about him
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if no one asked yet can u do agustin headcanons?
Nobody’s asked for any of the characters yet, besides Julieta and I’d love to do more! So here’s Agustín:
Agustín was born and raised in Bogotá, Colombia
His parents are called Sancho and Juana
His father taught him to play the piano, he gets most of his musicality from Sancho
Agustín moved to Encanto during his late teens with his parents
He is a master at chess and tejo
He has studied many languages
He is fluent in English, Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Greek, Latin and Hebrew
He is a carpenter
He and Pepa became close friends as they were both outcasts
There was never romantic feelings between them, although they did promise if neither were married by 50, they’d marry each other
He met Julieta through Pepa at a party as he needed to be healed after falling off a roof
Osvaldo Ortiz wasn’t a big fan of his
His relationship with Alma was always strained and he knew she only tolerated him because Julieta liked him
Whilst dating Julieta, he met Félix and the two became quick friends, to the annoyance of Pepa
Agustín, Bruno and Félix were the ultimate trio
He loves birdwatching
He is also friends with Señora Pezmuerto, the fish lady (they were neighbours)
He has always been very fashionable
He and Félix practised his proposal song for six weeks - Agustín also kept pushing the date back from his nerves
They were married in May, 1925 (film takes place in May, 1950, for comparison)
Agustín wrote his vows purely for Julieta full of cooking references and bad puns
They had a private ceremony with only a couple of close friends and their families in attendance
They always knew they were going to have three children
“Isabela” was Agustín’s choice
He frequently took baby Isabela on nature walks - they would both come back with bee stings
He and young Isabela frequently got themselves injured and in trouble with Julieta
He freaked out a lot with how late Luisa was
By the time November rolled around, he thought the baby was dead and had lost hope
He cried for hours when Luisa was born
As “Luisa” was Julieta’s choice, he picked her middle name “Amalia”
Baby Luisa was very clingy and screamed if someone left her alone for even a second, she particularly latched onto Agustín
He proudly showed Luisa off to everyone and anyone when she started talking - her first word being “Papa”
Very much Alexander Hamilton with Philip
There was a lot of pressure for Julieta to deliver a son, as she had promised to name it Pedro, and it only got worse after each girl. So by the time the third pregnancy hit, everyone assumed it would be a boy, following Alma
Agustín and Julieta experienced postpartum depression with Mirabel, as it was a disappointment and everyone seemed to distance themselves from her
He picked Mirabel’s middle name “Teresa” after Saint Teresa of Ávila
Agustín taught Mirabel to walk by throwing books off the shelf, which she would retrieve and put back as she didn’t like mess
He realised Mirabel needed glasses at Camilo’s ceremony, when she couldn’t see him shapeshifting
He is concerned for his girls’ health, but finds it funny that Isabela and Luisa are as clumsy as him
He taught Dolores piano prior her gift ceremony
Camilo is his favourite of Pepa’s children
He taught Mirabel piano when she was toddler
Isabela and Luisa always go to him for advice first
They also will admit to him if they’ve done something bad and he helps them hide the evidence from others
He has anisometropia (myopia in one eye and hyperopia in the other) - Mirabel has myopia in both eyes
He tried to teach his daughters languages, but none of them were overly interested, besides Luisa, who knows most of the languages he does; Isabela knows Italian from him and Mirabel learnt French to read books, originally written in French
He leaves short, individual handwritten notes for Julieta and his daughters every so often
He cries for hours when Isabela starts wearing suits after the film
Agustín and Julieta get caught kissing, frequently
The older Mirabel gets the more he mistakes her for her mother, especially if she isn’t wearing her glasses
He can’t wait to walk his girls down the aisle
#encanto#ask me anything#encanto headcanons#agustín madrigal#julieta madrigal#pepa madrigal#isabela madrigal#luisa madrigal#mirabel madrigal#alma madrigal#félix madrigal#bruno madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#señor osvaldo ortiz#señora pezmuerto#the cold family#julieta x agustín
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I need a distraction, so have a sneak-peek for “The Constellations Shift”
Osvaldo’s loud, cheerful voice brought him back to reality: “Hey! Bruno! I’ve got a delivery!”
Oh God, spare me, Bruno thought and immediately felt guilty. Osvaldo wasn’t a bad person; he meant well, he was just a lot to handle.
“Ta-da!” Osvaldo held out a huge box of colourful party supplies: streamers, balloons, pinwheels, party hats (which Bruno knew no one would wear: Ceremonies called for formal wear); plenty of sweets, maracas, cups and bowls.
“...It looks good?” Bruno offered, wincing as it sounded more like a question.
“It’s for you!” Osvaldo continued cheerfully. “I call it the Not-So-Special Special! Because, y’know, you don’t have a Gift.”
Lord, give me strength. Give me patience.
Bruno took a deep breath and tried to banish the image of chucking his books at Osvaldo’s face from his mind. Was Osvaldo being nasty on purpose, or his usual oblivious self? It was hard to say.
“Osvaldo,” Bruno said slowly, forcing patience. “My hands are full.”
“Oh! So they are!”
“Hey, I can take that!” Mirabel popped up, holding her arms out with a sweet smile. “That’s so thoughtful of you, Osvaldo.”
“Little Princesa Mirabel!” Osvaldo said fondly. “Gracias. Here you go.”
Mirabel struggled for a moment under the box’s weight, but she quickly straightened up, tossing her hair back and smiling.
“So, how long did it take you to put all this together?” she asked.
Bruno walked away.
#sneak peek#the constellations shift#power swap au#role swap au#encanto#encanto fanfic#encanto fanfiction#my writing#update#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#osvaldo orozco ortiz#la familia madrigal#snippet#encanto snippets
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(Mirabel is recording herself with Camilo holding a tenor saxophone in the town square)
Mirabel: Following fat people.
Camilo: Part two!
(Cuts to Osvaldo shopping in the town square as Camilo follows him playing the "Coin Room Theme" from Super Mario Land as Mirabel continues recording.)
Osvaldo: ALRIGHT! ENOUGH! STOP IT!
#encanto#disney#disney's encanto#incorrect encanto quotes#incorrect quotes#mirabel madrigal#camilo madrigal#osvaldo ortiz#putting this disclaimer for those who didn't read the first part#i don't condone this behavior#cw fat shaming#this was revenge for the “not special special” comment#la familia madrigal#source: vine
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Day 22 - Gift
T, 600 words, Bruno & Osvaldo
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“Ha! Bruno! Look! We have our first batch!” Osvaldo called up the balcony where he spotted the Madrigal, having just arrived with his cart at Casita. He did not notice the horrified look on Bruno’s face and cheerfully grabbed a book from the pile under the tarp and waved it at him. “They’ll love it!”
“I’ll come right down!” Bruno replied panicked and scooted off, cursing his oblivious collaborator. Osvaldo was about to introduce a batch of romance novelettes to the Encanto, one Bruno had written under a female pseudonym so nobody would have to know the kind of saucy content he wrote. It was very explicit. Only a select few of his family members knew about it. Stupid Osvaldo inviting everyone to come look at their smut. This was a delicate matter. Private business! Private!
“I figured since reading is a gift — and of course because you’re our famed author — that you should get the first book for free.”
Hernando was not of much use as they stood on Casita’s patio. Enthusiasm had quickly won out over embarrassment and he could do nothing more than direct Osvaldo to a more private area of the house. “Thank you,” Bruno accepted, feeling a bit put on the spot. He turned the book over in his hand. “The cover looks great!”
To call it a proper book would be a bit of a misnomer since it was only a few dozen pages full and lacked the harder covers the old survivors and new arrivals had brought with them. The Encanto lacked a proper printing press and everything was hand-bound. Bruno, or rather, Estrella del Milagro, had about half a dozen short stories in the tank, but he, his family, and his editor-slash-distributor Osvaldo had chosen this one to test the waters. It was relatively straightforward and a good introduction to Estrella’s other work. Osvaldo handled the rest. Their only problem had been the cover, as they didn’t want a boring one with just text on it, however covert, but they also didn’t want to implicate any more people in the process.
Doña Alma had come in clutch. His mother was a great artist and had adored the idea of collaborating with her son’s new “profession”, even throughout Bruno’s protesting. She threw herself fully into it, hopeless romantic that she was — just like Bruno. A woman with long dark locks and full breasts was held in the arms of a muscular man, both scantily dressed in flowing garments. The horses and llanos in the background implied some faraway journey, full of passion in the wilderness.
“I’m glad the colors came out right.”
“I have about thirty,” Osvaldo patted the pile, “but I’m expecting great success. You know the wife loves it.”
Yes, Osvaldo’s wife, the biggest gossip in town who didn’t know how to shut up — or rather, didn’t care about shutting up — even less than her husband. The stories they must tell each other. Admittedly, she and her ladies should be good for sales. “You didn’t tell her about me, right?”
“No! No, no, of course not. I know I’m a little bad with that sometimes but this is business. She’s tried to pry your name out of me, but I held steadfast!”
Bruno let out a sigh. If this blew up in his face one day he at least knew he should’ve been prepared. “Well, thanks for the book.”
Osvaldo curtesied, tipping his imaginary hat. “You’re welcome. Now,” he said with an eyebrow waggle, “I’ve got some smut to sell.”
Bruno curled his hands to his ears. “Not so loud, please.”
#encantober#encanto#bruno madrigal#Osvaldo Orozco Ortiz#yes here it is. my long awaited (by me) smut author bruno story#illm ake this teamup happen i swear#author bruno au
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