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foggyfanfic · 7 months

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure Masterlist

Summary: Ever since her gift ceremony, Mirabel hasn't been allowed to do anything without one of her cousins being roped in to help her. So, when she overhears her Tio Bruno discussing mysterious cracks with his wife Leandra, she jumps at the chance to do something exciting for once. This time, without her familia's help.

Or: Jared Bush said things would have been a lot different if Bruno had had at least one strong relationship, so this is what might have happened if Bruno was hanging around with a wife and kids.

Prologue

Slipping Through the...

Bridges and Ladders

No Pressure

Hear No Evil

For the Family

Drawing a Blank

Things Bruno Doesn't Talk About

Time For Dinner

Circle The Wagons

What Else?

Abuela is Having a Bad Day

By the River

A New Foundation

Rebuilding

The Miracle

#Encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #alma madrigal #madrigal oc #Bruno wife #Bruno's kids OC's #bruno madrigal x female oc #queer madrigals

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dragoneyes618 · 1 year

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Light in the Shadows

Inspired by this darker version of @toaverse’s kidnapped Isabela and Dolores AU, even though it’s been a while since people have talked about it, from what I’ve seen, what with there being all the new interesting AU ideas to talk about, but I suddenly thought of this and wanted to write it. This is sometime after the girls return to Casita. Antonio and Luis are about three years old.

Antonio had an idea.

It was a good idea. His ideas were always good. Everyone said they were, except when they didn’t, even though his ideas were never as silly as Milo’s. But this one was a really good one! He was going to make friends with his new primo!

Antonio had been very surprised to have a new primo. To have three primos, really. Well, Lola was his sister, really. And Bella and Luis were his primos. But it felt weird to have a sister. The only sisters he knew were Mira and Luisa. So he decided that Lola was a prima too.

Papi had explained it to him, after Tío Agustín had come back from his trip with Bella and Lola and Luis. A long time ago, Antonio had had a big sister (Lola, except Mami and Papi called her Dolores), and Mira and Luisa had also had a big sister (Bella, except Tio Agustín and Tía Julieta called her Isabela). But bad people had stolen them away, and nobody had been able to find them for years and years, longer than Antonio’s whole life.

Antonio had already known that part, because Mami had told him that yesterday or last week or something when he had asked about the extra people on the family tree. But the new part was that Tío Agustín had found them and rescued them and brought them home!

With Luis, who was also his primo, just like Mira. He had been locked up with the bad people, too. Which Antonio didn’t understand, because the bad people had only taken away Bella and Lola, so how could there all of a sudden be an extra primo Luis? Where had he come from?

But Antonio wasn’t going to complain, because now finally there was another kid in Casita to play with! Antonio was the littlest. Antonio had always been the littlest, and he was tired of it. The ones closest in age to him were Mira and Milo, and they were big already. Almost grown-ups, really. And everybody else was already a grown-up. But now he had Luis, and they could be friends!

Antonio had to be careful, though. He had to be extra nice and not loud.

Papi had told him that, when he’d taken Antonio out on a hike into the woods and they sat together by a lake, just the two of them. He’d explained that Bella and Lola and Luis were sad and scared and sick, all because of the bad people (Antonio hated the bad people) so Antonio had to be very gentle with them and not shout, and not do things like jump on them for a hug like he did with Mami and Mira, because that would scare them.

This had been right after Papi explained everything about Bella and Lola being taken away and Tío Agustín finding them and everything. Papi’s voice had sounded strange, almost like he was crying. Which was weird, and also scary, because Papi was a big strong man, not little and short like Antonio was. He never cried.

But now Antonio was going to make friends with Luis and they could play games together and race each other and think of fun ideas and be the best primo friends ever!

Luis was laying behind the couch. He did that a lot. He wasn’t sleeping, like that one time Antonio had fallen asleep under the table and Mami had taken pictures of him to save in the family photograph album. He was just laying there.

Luis was sick or something. He was three years old, just like Antonio, but he was shorter and skinnier. His skin was the same color as Antonio’s, but it looked sort of grayish sometimes. He got out of breath all the time, and he was tired a lot. He never ran around and played like Antonio did. In fact, he didn’t walk much at all. Bella and Lola carried him around most of the time, so Antonio thought that maybe his legs just weren’t used to walking very much.

Since Luis was sick, he spent most of his time resting, on the couch or on the bed or with Bella and Lola, who also spent a lot of time resting because they were also sick, although not as much as Luis. All the grown-ups made sure Luis ate and drank a lot. It was very important for him to eat healthy food, because that would make him better. Tía’s food always made everyone better.

Right now, Bella and Lola weren’t with him, even though they usually were. This was because Tío Agustín and Mami had taken them outside for some fresh air, because fresh air was also supposed to make everyone better, or at least that’s what Papi always said. Except Luis was supposed to be resting, and resting was more important than fresh air, Antonio guessed, so he was here.

Whenever he wasn't with Bella and Lola, Luis hid. He would hide under the table or behind the couch or even in a cabinet. Antonio had tried hiding in a cabinet once, when he was playing hide-and-seek with Mira and Milo, but it had been so squished and he’d needed to stretch so badly that he’d only been able to hide in there for a few minutes before coming out. But Luis had hidden in there for a whole afternoon, curled up without moving at all

He was scared a lot, just like Bella and Lola, even though nobody in the whole Casita was scary. So he would hide from people. That’s why he was lying behind the couch now. And he hardly ever talked, like he never wanted anyone to notice him, even though Antonio always wanted people to notice him.

“Hello!” Antonio told Luis, poking his head behind the couch.

Luis blinked at him. He had never been scared of Antonio, probably because Antonio was just a kid like him. He was only scared of people like Papi and Tía, even though Papi and Tía weren’t scary at all.

Maybe when Antonio got his gift it would be something scary. Like if he could grow into a giant! That would be scary.

But Antonio wouldn’t want to be scary if Luis was scared. How could they be friends if he scared Luis?

“I’m going to show you a secret,” Antonio told Luis in a hushed whisper. That was how they would be friends, Antonio decided. Friends had secrets. Mira and Milo had secrets all the time.

“What’s a secret?” Luis asked.

“The secret is in the kitchen,” Antonio said, and he reached over and pulled Luis up so he could bring him to the kitchen, but then they both fell over onto the floor.

Luis took a hitching breath, like he was about to cry, but then Antonio started laughing, because that had been funny, and Luis started laughing a little too!

“That was fun,” Antonio said. “We should do it again! After the secret.”

“What’s a secret?” Luis asked again as they both got up and he followed Antonio to the kitchen.

“In the kitchen! I said already! I can’t tell you what it is yet, because it’s a secret!”

“But what does secret mean?” Luis wanted to know.

“Oh,” Antonio said. “A secret is something you don’t tell anybody else.”

“Oh,” Luis said. “Like hiding food under your bed?”

“Yes!” Antonio said. Luis was such a smart primo friend! “That’s the secret! Except it’s not under my bed, it’s all the way up in the cabinet.”

“It is?” Luis asked, as Antonio pushed over a chair. The chair was heavy. Maybe when Antonio got his gift it would be superstrength like Luisa’s, and then pushing chairs would be easy.

Then Luis started pushing the chair with Antonio. That also made it easy. Doing things was a lot more fun when you had a primo friend to do them with.

Antonio climbed on top of the chair, and then climbed on top of the counter, and then stood on his tippy toes to reach the shelf where Tía kept the box of polvorosas, sugar cookies.

He carefully pulled the box off the shelf. It was heavy. “This is the secret!” he told Luis proudly. “The secret is I know where Tía keeps the cookies! Whoa, it’s heavy!”

The box slipped out of his hands and crashed to the floor. It split open as it hit the floor, broken pieces of cookies flying everywhere. Tía wouldn’t like the mess.

“Oops,” said Antonio, but quietly, so the grown-ups wouldn’t hear.

He looked for Luis, to see what he would say, but Luis wasn’t there. “Luis? Where’d you go?”

He climbed down from the counter and searched for Luis. He found him hiding inside the cabinet again, curled up as well as the small space would allow him to with his hands over his ears and his eyes shut tight. “Why are you in here?”

Luis looked at Antonio. He looked puzzled. “There was a big bang,” he whispered.

“That’s the box,” Antonio explained. Maybe this was part of the thing Papi had explained to him. He wasn’t supposed to shout because it would make Bella and Lola and Luis scared. Maybe they were scared of loud noises, too. “The box made a big boom sound when I dropped it. But it’s okay, because it’s open now! Look!”

Luis looked at Antonio, and then very carefully crawled out of the cabinet and stared at the box and at the cookies all over the floor.

“You broke it,” Luis whispered, his eyes very wide. “Are we gonna get in trouble?”

“Nope,” Antonio assured him. “Because if we eat up all the cookies nobody will know! The floor will be all clean! So we have to eat them up, quickly.”

He picked up half a cookie from the floor and gave it to Luis. He took another piece for himself.

Luis held it in his hand and stared at it curiously, like he’d never seen a cookie before, instead of stuffing it into his mouth to eat it all up right away, like Antonio did whenever he got a cookie, even though Mami said that was bad manners. It was a cookie! He had to eat it up right away, quick! If he ate it too slowly he might forget about it, and then he wouldn’t get the whole cookie!

“It’s a cookie!” Antonio told Luis, except his mouth was full, so it came out sounding like “Ih a cthki,” crumbs tumbling down his shirt.

“Oh,” Luis said. He looked at Antonio chewing his cookie and then took a small bite of his own.

His eyes went very wide again, but in a different way - in surprise, and happiness. “It’s good,” he whispered, and then suddenly ate the rest of the cookie all at once even faster than Antonio. Probably because he was hungry. Luis was hungry a lot so all the grown-ups made sure to always feed him lots of healthy food so he could grow up to be big and strong like Luisa, although because he was also sick he had to eat carefully, just like Bella and Lola. That was what Papi had said, anyway.

“It is good!” Antonio agreed, and picked up two more cookie pieces for them both. “Let’s eat all of them!”

Eating cookies was even better when you could eat them with your new primo friend, Antonio decided.

Sometime later, Julieta found the two of them asleep on the floor of the kitchen, bellies full of cookies, powdered sugar and cookie crumbs covering the floor of the kitchen and their own little faces, snoring peacefully, and had to resist the urge to sit right down on the floor with them and weep.

#encanto #antonio madrigal #encanto au #darker kidnapped au #kidnapped isa and dolores au #original madrigal family members #isabela madrigal #dolores madrigal #felix madrigal #julieta madrigal #luis madrigal #madrigal oc

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visionj-journal · 11 months

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Madrigal Portrait sketches!

Madrigal is another one of my Kingdom Hearts OCs, this one in KHUX times!

For this piece I had the idea to make it a part of a series, but that’s one of my fatal flaws - there’s a bunch of stuff I haven’t finished because it’s ‘a part of a series of works’

So! I decided to just finish one and not worry about the possible future pieces - if they get done, they get done - if they don’t then at least I’ve got this one!

This Madrigal is stylized, but not in the same vein as Cela, here I used my previous artwork of Madrigal as reference. As you can see, at one point there were ever ghostly arms covering her lips - I DID make a version with them, but the moth-only version won out in the end!

The ‘series’ this was supposed to be a part of was a sort of ‘three monkeys series’ with Madrigal being Speak no Evil one - but the hands were a bit too much on the final so I kept it moth-only.

Final will be posted on my Portfolio Tumblr - Instagram - Twitter

For the art process video tune in to my Youtube Channel!

Question Corner: You’re using a different brush than usual, right?

Answer: You are right! I do deviate from my favorite sometimes, depends on what I’m drawing and what/ who for. Sometiems a rough, sketchy line is just not allowed.

#kingdom hearts oc #sketch #digital sketch #Kingdom Hearts Fanart #Character Design #original character #character illustration #madrigal oc #madrigal #kingdom hearts madrigal #sioc #oc #digital art #art process #art progress #sketching process #digital sketching

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autisticarachnid · 1 year

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november first is the birthday of my lovely encanto oc, teresa !! so i drew her for the occasion <3

#my art #digital art #digital drawing #digital artwork #encanto #encanto art #encanto fanart #encanto oc #encanto oc art #madrigal oc

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bellamer · 2 years

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These are Bruno's twins, Beatriz and Lidia Madrigal because of fucking course Bruno had to end up having twins and four kids altogether

Honestly, I wanna think of gifts for all of Bruno's kids

His eldest son Mateo, his gift would be super speed. He's able to run errands, run things to people and just in general get things done faster. His problem ? He doesn't know how to slow down and gets stressed out and anxious if things aren't done fast enough for his liking. Bruno has to often sit with his son and do breathing exercises with him in order to get him to calm down and just take his time.

His eldest daughter Sofía is able to manipulate gravity and make things really light or really heavy, which takes some stress off of her cousin Luisa. If the donkeys or someone's house are super light, what's stopping the the people of Encanto from fixing it themselves for the time being ?

His daughter Beatriz can grow up to 50 feet in height, which was hell for Bruno, because imagine dealing with a 50 foot 5 year old throwing a tantrum. She wasn't allowed to use her gift until she was old enough to keep her emotions in check and be conscious of her surroundings because they didn't want anyone accidentally getting smushed. When she gets older, she uses her gift to carry large things or to help build things but doesn't use it often. She's not really fond of her gift, since it made her feel ostracized from her siblings when she was younger and made her think that she was just a danger to herself and everyone else.

His daughter Lidia, Beatriz's twin sister, can shrink herself to about 10 inches in height, another 'gift' that almost gave Bruno a heart attack, because he was so scared that he was going to accidentally step on and squish his daughter or she was going to get stuck somewhere and he wouldn't know. Lidia uses her gift to reach things in small spaces other people can't reach, like if someone has dropped a wedding ring down a drain or something. When she gets overwhelmed, she likes to shrink herself and hide in the walls with the rats.

#encanto oc #encanto oc's #encanto disney #encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal #la familia madrigal #madrigal oc #the family madrigal

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lafamiliamadrigalpt · 11 months

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Random narrator: “This is Y/n. Y/n loves their personal space.”

*Camilo hugging Y/n tightly*

Random narrator: “This is Camilo. Camilo also loves Y/n’s personal space.”

#encanto incorrect quotes #encanto x reader #encanto x y/n #encanto x you #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes encanto #encanto #camilo madrigal #camilo madrigal x female reader #camilo madrigal x gender neutral reader #camilo madrigal x you #camilo madrigal x oc #camilo madrigal x reader #encanto oc #encanto disney #disney encanto #encanto camilo

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lethal-amigos · 10 months

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The Cousins Discuss Some Gossip

Happens after this. The Madrigal cousins discuss about Chepe and in the end Camilo tomfoolery scares Bruno lol. God this comic took so long lol because of the amount of detail I like to put in.

#16 panels!#lethal amigos #encanto #encanto oc #chepe oc #comic #lazy draws #finally finished this #camilo encanto #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #briana oc

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glendybluebird · 5 months

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Juanito Madrigal✨🧡

The "Copy Cat". He will have the gift of copying others' gifts temporarily in times of need.

Juanito almost looks like a replica of his papa, but he behaves oppositely to Camilo. He's the little angel. He's a soft little boy, very sweet, very timid and humble, and he's so attached to his mami. He's never mischievous like his dad and his older siblings. That's how he is, even while he is growing up.

Funfact:

His mami calls him gatito sometimes

He's afraid of scissors

He randomly stares at his papa for long periods and loves watching him perform.

He loves copying his brother Carlos' power just to turn himself into a cat. (In the future)

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kabishkat19 · 3 months

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Disney Nextgen🕯

Milo (15) : Singing sways emotions

Merelda (13) : Electrical powers

Diego (8) : Super genius

Pedro (8) : Super speed

#disney next gen #next gen #disney #disney fanart #fanart #next gen oc #oc #original characters #character designs #disney couples #disney encanto #encanto #dolores madrigal #mariano guzman #dolores x mariano #Dolores and Mariano

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foggyfanfic · 8 months

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Of Men and Yelling

Oneshot Summary: Continuation of Love and Fury. Bruno's eldest child contemplates the difference between his old father and his new father.

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Gabriel’s madré had been a very quiet woman, and his father had been too loud for her to stand. Or at least that’s what he assumed. He had been told she left soon after he could walk. He often wondered why she hadn’t taken him with her, but he figured that his old father just plain old hadn’t let her.

Gabriel’s old father was very loud and he had had a lot of rules that he wanted Gabriel to follow. Not all of which made sense.

Gabriel’s new Tío Félix was also very loud, but in a distinctly happy way. His laughter echoed off the walls, he frequently cheered when one of the children showed him pictures they drew or cool rocks they found, sometimes he would get excited and shout the punchline of his joke. He was loud in a good way, and although it sometimes startled him, Gabriel liked the way his new Tío was loud.

His other new Tío could be loud too, but always incidentally. Tío Agustín might yelp when he tripped, or shout compliments at his wife over the clanking of pots and pans, or, just like Tío Félix, get overly excited on behalf of the kids.

His new Tías and new Mamí would also get loud sometimes, but in his experience, girls getting loud wasn’t the same as boys getting loud. When his father got loud, his Abuelo would tell Gabriel to grab his Tía and wait with her and the baby in the nursery until everything was quiet again. Sometimes, it would take hours for things to get quiet, and when they did, all the men in the house would be grumpy and snappish.

When his Tía had gotten loud, Abuelo would hug her and say strange things like, “There’ll be enough money by the end of the year” or “Just a little bit longer”. One or two times Abuelo said, in a voice like a reminder, “you promised to take Gabe with you”.

Gabriel used to wonder where his Tía was going to take him, now he wondered if his Tía would have brought him here to the Madrigals. Or if his Abuelo did this purely out of desperation.

Gabriel’s new father never got loud.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. You would think that if yelling led to hiding in a nursery, then quiet should be alright. Good even.

But when his old father had suddenly gotten quiet, it just meant there wasn’t enough warning to grab his Tía. There wouldn’t have been any warning at all if Gabriel hadn’t wanted to check on his baby cousin. Gabriel had walked in to see his father picking the toddler up, she had fussed and he had shaken her so violently, Gabe hadn’t been able to hold back a scream.

His father had put her down and turned on Gabriel instead.

Next thing Gabriel knew, he was with the Madrigals. His Abuelo was practically begging his new parents to take him in, despite the fact that his new Mamí was already saying they would. When they managed to reassure Gabriel’s Abuelo they would love him as their own, he had left, supposedly to bring his Tía to Encanto too.

Gabriel had soon learned his baby cousin was also with the Madrigals. He had watched, struck dumb with horror, as his new father had carried her into the room. The little girl had pulled at his new father’s long curls, and although his new father had hissed and grimaced, he hadn’t yelled, he hadn’t shaken her, or even glared. He had just grabbed her little wrist between two careful fingers and pulled her hand loose.

The next thing Gabriel learned was that “Corazon” was not, in fact, a name but a term of endearment. It was what his Tía and Abuelo had always called his little cousin, so he had assumed it was her name.

And apparently his Abuelo hadn’t said her name before he left.

“Well, that’s alright, Señor Gutiérrez will bring her Má back soon, and then she can tell us her name,” his new Mamí had reasoned.

But that was a month ago. And his Tía hadn’t come. Neither had his Abuelo.

His new father had climbed up all the stairs in his giant room and had come down with a glowing green rectangle. He had shown it to Mamí and she had looked first very happy, then almost sad.

“G-guess we should pick out a name for her,” his new father had said.

“Guess so,” Mamí had nodded, then sighed, “Ay poor girl. Do you think we’ll ever know what happened?”

“If we will, I didn’t see it.”

That was two days ago, now Gabriel was sat beside his Mamí at the kitchen table, drawing a picture while his parents bandied name suggestions back and forth.

“I still like your idea,” Mamí hummed, drumming a finger against her lips.

“Waiting until she’s old enough to name herself?” his new father asked, with a crooked grin.

“No,” Mamí chuckled while shaking her head, “about naming her something to do with love.”

“It would be kinda cute if her name was Corazon.”

“Oh sure, when she’s a kid. What about when she’s in her forties and negotiating with some belligerent di- jerk in the market?”

“Well why are belligerent jerks being rude to her? Don’t they know she’s our daughter and therefore perfect,” he huffed, and he was scowling, but by now Gabriel knew he wasn’t actually angry unless his mouth was screwed up in a frown.

Or at least, Gabriel thought that was what anger looked like on his new father. He didn’t act all that angry though, angrier than normal, sure, but not angry angry.

“Sadly, this belligerent jerk is an idiot who doesn’t realize our children are the most important people in the world,” Mamí replied, pretending to be sad.

She wasn’t actually sad. His new Mamí was never truly sad, not the way his Tía had been whenever his Tío had to leave for work. Gabriel had mentioned his Tío, that his little cousin had a father out there somewhere who didn’t yell that much and drove ships for a living and knew stuff about the stars. A father that often bragged about having another wife in some other far off port, whenever Gabriel’s Tia wasn’t in the room. Gabriel had suggested that maybe his Tío’s other wife would want to raise Corazon, and all of the adults had exchanged nervous glances. His new father had checked anyway, but hadn’t seen his Tío coming for his cousin either. That had made his Mamí a little more sad but still not as sad as his Tía always was.

The baby cousin in question, was sitting in his Mamí’s lap. Although at this point, Leandra was probably going to be both their mother. Gabriel paused in his drawing, staring down at the little rats circling Mamí’s dog on the page. If they were going to have the same parents, that made them brother and sister, right?

He waited for a break in the adult’s conversation so he could ask, but his new parents talked fast, trading jokes back and forth at lightning speed. They smiled at eachother like Tía smiled at her best friend, then every once in a while Mamí would giggle and his new father’s smile would get sort of melty, or his new father would snort while he laughed and Mamí looked like she might start glowing she was so happy.

Eventually, Gabriel gave up and figured he could ask his parents later.

They were back to suggesting names at eachother, naming off women known for being loved.

“I don’t know about Helena, sounds too-, I don’t know. I’m just not a fan. What about Marilyn?”

“Marilyn? Whose Marilyn?”

“Monroe.”

“From your visions?”

“Sí.”

“Not bad, let’s put it on the list.”

“Oh. The list. We should probably be making an actual list, huh?”

Gabriel frowned down at his drawing, as far as he knew, it was the only paper in the room, but he didn’t really want to part with it. He was really proud of the way the rats were turning out.

“I think so, it’s what the others did when they had to choose baby names,” Mamí got up, taking his cousin/sister with her, “I’ll go grab some paper, a pen, and maybe some books? Shakespeare may have some good suggestions.”

“Oh! Oh! And Neruda, grab my copy of Neruda,” his father said, almost loudly, but not quite.

She nodded, paused long enough to kiss both her husband and Gabriel on the cheek, then walked out of the room.

Then Gabriel was alone with his new father.

He never knew what to do when he was left alone with his new father, he didn’t know what the rules were. His old father wanted him to sit quietly and listen to his stories even when they were boring or weird. His new father though? Who knew what he wanted.

“What you drawing mijo?” his new father asked quietly, he was always especially quiet when he was talking to Gabriel.

“Your rats with Mamí’s dog,” he answered, not sure whether he should hand the picture over or keep his head down.

“Hmm, oh sí! Very nice, I like the shape you chose for the rats, makes them look extra cute,” he said, leaning over so he could see the picture without Gabriel having to do anything.

Gabriel scribbled in some flowers so he wouldn’t have to look up at his new father, “Is Corazon going to be my sister now?”

“Um, I guess so, although I think it’s fine if you guys decide that for yourselves,” he shrugged, “you can still be cousins if you want to, or you can be siblings. Just like how Leandra and I understand if you’re not ready to call us Má and Pá.”

They had told him this before, but he didn’t really get what they meant. They were in charge of him and his cousin/sister now, that made them their mother and father. What exactly did he need to be ready for?

He didn’t ask, sometimes when he asked questions his Mamí would get sad, at least as sad as she got. She would hug him and tell him she loved him, which was nice, and he got the feeling she was trying to answer his questions. However, if he asked “Why do you and father keep tucking me in?” and she answered “Because we love you”, then he still didn’t understand why they went through the trouble of telling him stories every night. His old father said he loved Gabriel, and he never tucked him in or told him stories.

“Did you want more juice?” his new father asked, after Gabriel didn’t respond for a long time, standing and picking up his own cup.

Gabriel looked at the long since empty glass that he’d been largely ignoring. He nodded and grabbed the cup, turning in his seat to hand it to his new father.

“Sí, por favor.”

His new father’s fingers wrapped around the cup and Gabriel thought he had it, so he let go. He was wrong. The cup slipped out of his new father’s fingers and fell to the ground, crashing onto the tile and into a million tiny pieces.

Gabriel froze.

“Oops, let me just grab the broom,” his new father said.

He barely heard him. His heart started pounding in his ears, drowning everything else out. For whatever reason, he kept picturing his old father coming towards him in the nursery. Right before Gabriel’s memory went black, his old father had scowled darkly, but he hadn’t yelled.

Gabriel jumped into action, slipping out of his chair and bending to pick up the big pieces. He faintly heard his new father say his name, he faintly felt the sting of jagged edged glass, he faintly noticed the tears running down his cheeks. But for the most part, the only thing he could focus on was picking up the glass as quickly as possible. Fixing the mistake he made.

Until a much larger hand closed around his wrist and his new father yelled, “Gabriel! Stop! Drop the glass!”

Heart beating in his ears, Gabriel dropped the glass then flinched when one of the pieces broke further. He didn’t dare look up at his new father.

His new father had a raspy voice, and usually the rasp served to make his gentle voice sound even gentler. Like velvet. However, it now served to make his voice sound like a growl as his new father tried to get Gabriel to step away from the glass.

He wanted to do as he was told, but he found himself strangely, horribly, frozen.

The hand left his wrist and instead Gabriel was lifted into the air, for a split second, all he could think about was how his old father had shaken his cousin when she fussed. Without fully meaning to, he went limp.

His new father sat him down next to the sink, grabbed his wrist again, and bent over Gabriel’s palm.

“Ay, you’re bleeding mijo,” he sounded pained.

Through the blur of tears, Gabriel watched as his new father cleaned his hand then bandaged it. He was talking all the while, explaining what he was doing, warning when something might sting, and telling Gabriel what the next steps were. But Gabriel could barely hear him over the sound of his beating heart and hitching breaths.

Fingers lifted his chin, and he looked up into his new father’s soft hazel eyes.

“I’m not angry mijo, you’re not in trouble,” his voice was a quiet whisper that cut through the fog Gabriel was in like a knife, “I only shouted to get your attention, and I’m sorry if I scared you. B-but please, I-I don’t want you to get hurt. If something like that happens again, leave the mess where it is and let an adult handle it. Alright? It’s just a cup. You’re more important.”

Gabriel couldn’t respond at first. For a split second he felt relief wash through him, his Papá wasn’t angry, then something inside of him snapped and he was crying so hard he thought he might puke.

“Gabriel?” Papá asked, “Wha-? It’s alright, you’re alright. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Slim arms wrapped around him, enveloping him in soft green wool. He clung to his Papá, sobbing on his shoulder and soaking his green ruana through with snot and tears. Papá held him firmly, one hand cupping the back of his head.

He finally managed to calm down when his Mamí returned with a bag of books under one arm and his cousin/sister on her hip. She asked something Gabriel couldn’t fully hear, probably why he was crying.

“I dropped a glass and he tried picking it up and cut himself,” his Papá explained, “I-I think I may have scared him while trying to get him to leave it.”

“He doesn’t look scared of you,” Mamí pointed out.

“Um, I think- I mean I don’t know, b-but based off the things Señor Gutiérrez said about Cicero’s parenting style, I think-. He doesn’t need to be afraid of me to be scared by me. Does that make sense?”

“I know what you mean,” Mamí set the books down and joined the hug, pressing a kiss into Gabriel’s hair, “don’t worry mijo, we won’t let anyone hurt you. You know, Bruno once beat Cicero in a fight.”

Papá snorted, “I snuck up behind him and hit him with a rock. Bruce Lee I am not.”

Hiccuping, but no longer sobbing, Gabriel wondered if he should know who Bruce Lee is.

“You still managed to save me from him,” Mamí said, then, “you’re safe here mijo. Nobody’s going to hurt you, not so long as Bruno is around and there are rocks in the world.”

He finally managed to stop crying all together and lifted his head from Papá’s shoulder. He looked up to his Papá’s face and found a warm smile waiting for him.

“Better?” he asked, voice back to a quiet rasp.

Gabriel nodded, “B-better.”

“Bien,” Papá said, he kissed Gabriel’s forehead then said, “how about you have some water, then we’ll go see your Tía Juli for an arepa, huh?”

“Alright,” Gabriel nodded again.

He drank the water he was given while his parents cleaned up the glass. He watched them as they smiled at eachother, bandying about more name ideas, and occasionally shooting him warm looks.

He could walk just fine, but Papá carried him to the market square where Tía Julieta was set up anyway. He said that he just felt like hugging his son for a little longer.

On the journey over, Gabriel thought about yelling, and men, and the reasons men yelled, a little bit more.

His old fa- Cicero, had yelled when he was angry.

His Tíos yelled when they were happy or surprised.

His Papá yelled when he was worried about the people he loved.

His Tíos’ reasons for yelling were pretty good, but Gabriel thought that his Papá’s reasons were best.

#bruno madrigal #bruno encanto #bruno madrigal x oc #Bruno's kid oc #Madrigal OC #love and fury #bruno madrigal fanfic #encanto #fanfic #foggy writes

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rynezion · 8 months

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pickin' away 🎶

[ID: a loose, sketchy drawing of a half-elf woman sitting on a fallen log with an owlbear cub napping between her legs. she's playing the violin. her posture is loose, relaxed, and she is lit by a campfire out of frame.

#bg3 #madrigal tav #my art #owlbear #don't worry scratch isn't very far away either :D #every video game with a party camp mechanic is a winner in my book tbh #baldur's gate oc

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dororoxpenana · 2 months

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