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miracles-and-butterflies · 3 months

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The fourth part of the Ride the Cyclone AU.

Ready, player two?

Reblog is now posted with the song.

The previous part in case you need a recap.

Comments are always appreciated.

Warning, sensitive topics below, especially character death.

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That Fucked-Up Girl

“What a rush!” Dolores declared triumphantly, taking a deep breath. “Who’s next?”

On cue, the lights returned to normal and Dolores was back in her own dress, she stepped off the pyramid which instantly collapsed - the trio underneath her groaning - and wandered back over to her spot, incredibly proud of herself on her sales pitch.

“Perhaps now would be a good time to say that whoever is brought back to life will be brought back by a unanimous vote from each and every one of the contestants.”

Crickets.

All eyes fell on Dolores.

She froze, not blinking. “What?” She squeaked.

“Whoever comes back needs a unanimous vote from all the contestants,” the man repeated, his tone condescending.

You could almost hear the horrified realisation happening in everyone’s mind, but mostly in Dolores’. One of the others, presumably Luisa by the low pitch, snickered.

Dolores stalked up to him, “But if you wouLD HAVE TOLD ME THAT—”

“You wouldn’t have called every one of your potential judges a ‘loser’, crowing about your superiority in song, culminating in you standing on top of them in a human pyramid?” He questioned. Dolores took a step back, swallowing nervously; she looked incredibly guilty. “…That did strike me as an unorthodox strategy.” The man mused, reclaiming his microphone just before it slipped from Dolores’ defeated hand.

He turned away, leaving Dolores to do the same.

She tried to regather some part of her confidence as she faced the others.

All of whom were now back on their feet and in their own clothes. Luisa, the closest, was scowling at her. Camilo didn’t know where to look. Isabela was two seconds away from being sick.

“What?” Dolores tried, innocently.

“‘What’?” Luisa mocked. “You just told your best friend that her greatest achievement in life will be getting high or going to fucking prison!”

“I’m not too bothered about the jail bit, actually. Sounded funny.” Isabela commented.

She walked over to Dolores, grabbing her arm and pulling her aside. It didn’t escape Dolores’ mind that Isabela’s grasp was unnecessarily harsh and would leave a bruise.

“A drug addict?” She whispered. “…Is that really what you think of me?”

“Prima, I was in the moment… Sorry, Isabela! I promise I didn’t mean that was your greatest achievement in life.”

“That’s fine. It only kinda really super hurts but—”

“Do you want to know what I find ‘kind of really super hurts’?” Desconocida asked, suddenly directly beside Isabela. Her voice echoing around the room and porcelain head glowing under the light.

The pair moved away in sync.

“Maybe later, thanks,” Isabela snapped. Her frustration with Dolores slipping out to the wrong person.

Desconocida tilted her head. Isabela took it as her opportunity to leave, walking as far away from Dolores and Desconocida as humanly possible.

“Okay…” Dolores mumbled, also moving away. “So… what I did there.. is exactly the type of thing you shouldn't do in this competition.”

Nobody said anything.

“You guys know I love you,” she tried again. She ran over and grasped her cousin’s arm. “Isabela? I love you. We have been best friends since day one! Even with all the expectations and pressure we had growing up, we still had each to lean on and talk to about anything. All those wonderful memories; I wouldn’t trade them for anything.”

Isabela abruptly pulled her arm away.

Dolores changed course.

“Luisa?” The woman in question scoffed. “Oh, Luisa!” Dolores sang as she approached, not quite as sweet as she had been for her older cousin. “I love you. I mean… you challenged my preconceived notion that all lesbians were fun to be around.”

Luisa immediately went to hit her but Desconocida had seemingly reappeared and as soon as she caught sight of the headless doll, she decided that the comment wasn’t worth trying to smack Dolores over.

“Oh, Camilo! Camilo, I love you. You are my brother, who has done so much good for our town! How could I not be proud of that?”

“Well, yeah, I was gonna be an organ donor, so thanks,” he retorted, flat.

Dolores, though a little shocked, took the hint and stepped away.

“And—” she found that Desconocida had already moved, now right beside her, offering her headless doll. Dolores scoffed, turning to the suited man. “Her? I mean, this thing is actually going to get a vote tonight?” She cackled at the ridiculousness of it.

Quickly catching herself, her laughter turned more lighthearted.

“But I love her!” She insisted.

To prove the point, she bent down and pressed a brief kiss to Desconocida’s doll’s severed neck. As Dolores promptly then skipped off - her good deed done - Desconocida turned the doll to face her, staring at the lipstick mark in puzzlement.

“My song was a cautionary tale of hubris,” she went on to declare. “You guys know I love you?”

No response.

“I love you?” Dolores called.

Nothing.

“I love you?! I freaking love you guys!” She screamed, circling the contestants once more. “Okay! Okay! So for my real number, I will be singing a song about how much I love you guys.”

Dolores repositioned herself in the centre, standing as gracefully as any choir singer.

“This song is simply called… ‘I Love You Guys’.” She announced.

A spotlight fell on her and a piano began to play.

Taking a breath, she sang operatically, “I love you guys—”

“OH! FOR FUCK’S SAKE, MAKE HER STOP!”

They all turned straight to the one who had interrupted Dolores: Isabela. In a mix of confusion, shock and relief.

Before anyone could do anything more, the blue suited man spoke up again. “Isabela Cristina Rojas Madrigal. Born 7th August, Leo: the aggressive nature. Favourite ride: the bumper carts.”

As the lights changed again, the others left, leaving Isabela as the sole focus. While the others had gone willingly, Dolores moved much more begrudgingly and not without throwing a very betrayed look Isabela’s away. She had been the one to interrupt her moment of redemption.

Isabela sauntered around the space, admiring the various photos of her life that appeared. Occasionally gagging at the ones of her in pink and roses, hand-in-hand with Mariano, her ex-fiancé. The realisation slowly setting in that the majority of the photos were like that. The majority of her life had been a lie, that mask of perfection. She had been killed before she could truly live as herself.

The narration continued, “Early on in Isabela’s life, her parents realised two things. The first…”

There was a pause and Isabela was left stood, awkwardly alone. She was a little offended when she realised what he meant. Yeah, she gets it. Everyone worked out she was a lesbian before she did. He doesn’t need to rub it in.

“The second was her passion for all things competition. While other kids played house in harmony, Isabela was determined to be the best pretend mother in the playground. Perhaps, combined with the pressure from such a high status family, is what doomed her down a path of unmeasurable perfectionism.”

As this was being said Dolores reappeared, controlled, in some dark shawl, vaguely reminiscent of their Abuela. Camilo brought on a chair, setting it in the centre of the room, just behind Isabela. She had gone to take the seat herself, assuming that’s what it was for, but she found herself forced there by one of Dolores’ hands on her shoulder. The other hand repositioned her, keep her sat straight and perfect. Not a hair out of place. It way Isabela’s shoulders automatically setting themselves back and holding her head higher that sent a shiver down her back.

Old habits die hard, her mother use to say. Isabela wouldn’t know. She hadn’t lived long enough to truly break from them.

“Isabela was a model for her town and the hope for her future, when her abuela passed. She was to be the best of women, best of brides and wives, betrothed to the best suitor Encanto could offer her, Mariano Guzmán. A match that would have done so much for her family. A match that she failed to deliver on, disappointing everyone.”

Isabela snapped, “You can’t say that—”

She was completely ignored.

The next time she tried to open her mouth, she found she physically couldn’t. Just left to watch in horror - she couldn’t get up with Dolores still holding her in place - as the other placed disgustingly pink bouquets of flowers at her feet.

“Following the reconciliation of the family, Isabela tried hard to pull herself from the chains she had helped build. Determined to find herself as quickly as possible, either as part of a competition or refusing to delve into her feelings too much. The messy, flawed parts of her are buried under the mass of petals and praise that had become so customary. And so she remains, the rose without a thorn. Isabela Madrigal, the most perfect girl in town.”

The lights returned to normal, the others didn’t reappear instantly and so nobody came to collect any of the props surrounding her.

Isabela waited a moment for something to happen, but nothing did. The blue suited man seemed to be more interested in fixing the cuff of his sleeve than even looking at her.

She scoffed, “So that’s it then? I’m either a fucking drug addict or just some flawless angel?”

He hummed thoughtfully, finally flicking his eyes back onto her. “You sound upset. It’s almost like you have lost a competition or something - you don’t have to worry, it is not time to vote for a winner yet. There’s still time for you to plead your case.”

“Listen here, you fucking.. whatever you are, you don’t know anything about me or my life.” Isabela said, stalking up to him so quickly, she almost stripped over the stool leg. “You don’t know what it was like growing up in that family, with real gifts, in that town that kept us away from the rest of the world. I didn’t want to be some perfect flower girl and I wanted to fucking live! I wanted to love, I wanted to feel. I wanted to drink myself to death on the cup of life. You have just picked pieces from my life to share - no mention to my cacti or how I could have done better. Hell, no mention to me being a figure of beauty! Was that not interesting enough for your little narrative?”

The mysterious man barely even blinked at her.

“You judgemental dick,” she hissed. “Happily swanned over Dolores for being able to read a school book, but you have nothing to say for me?”

“You’re right. I feel that now is the perfect occasion for a song about the romancing of the Madrigals’ golden child,” he announced, making Isabela exclaim. Without warning, he handed her the microphone and sent her back to the centre of the warehouse. “Cue the harp, fresh from Isabela’s funeral!”

Somewhere out of sight, Luisa gave a response of “On it!”

Isabela looked appalled. “I don’t want to sing about that!”

“Oh!” Dolores squeaked, suddenly reappearing and running up to take Isabela’s place. “If she doesn’t want to sing, I will happily go again—”

She practically screamed in frustration. “Can you keep your beak out of it for one second, you nosy bitch!?”

Nobody said anything. Isabela took a breath to calm herself.

“Fine,” she supplied. Dolores huffed off, insulted written all over her face. “In my life, I was Isabela Madrigal, Señorita Perfecta of our small town. But… in my dreams, I played a different role. I was a normal woman, in post-war Bogotá.. a hooker with a heart of black charcoal.”

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14th September 1950, six hours before the accident

“Again! I almost had Luisa that time!”

“You wish,” Luisa muttered, ruffling Isabela’s hair as she passed through the exit.

“No, we aren’t going on the bumper carts again.” Dolores complained, rubbing at the back of her neck. “You’ve given me at least twelve cases of whiplash in the past hour, Isa. It’s someone else’s turn to ride with you.”

“You pulled the short straw, hermana. It’s what you get.” Camilo retorted.

Luisa clapped her hand together, making Dolores wince. “So! Where are we headed next? There’s still loads we haven’t been on.”

“I’m not going on anything. Not with Isabela.”

“Don’t be like that, Dolores. We’ve got the whole day to go.”

Isabela twirled on the spot, eyeing up each of the potential rides, stalls and games. If she wasn’t getting to go on the bumper carts again, she was determined to pick the next activity. If she left it to the others, she’d be dragged on something boring where she’d have no chance of demolishing Luisa like she—

“There! Let’s do some of those games!” Camilo pointed to the left hand side.

“I suppose we did promise to win something for Antonio,” Dolores mumbled, already following.

“What?” Isabela exasperated. “You’re just going to do Camilo’s idea?”

Luisa pulled an arm around Isabela’s shoulder guiding her along, “I’m sure we’ll come back to the bumper carts, Bela. I look forward to crushing you again.”

“Bold words coming from someone who was sweating in fear.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

Isabela was expecting that the game stools wouldn’t be of much interest to her. The prizes sure weren’t - what would she do with some ballon animal or doll or plushie? But the bragging she could do if she beat Luisa on one of these, not all of them were tests of strength either; it would be a fair playing field.

Unfortunately for her. They weren’t as easy as they had appeared.

Camilo had given up after failing to knock over a tower of tin cans at one of the stalls, so Dolores had been made to take him to the various food carts, in the hopes of shutting or cheering up her brother. Isabela, always fuelled by competitiveness, refused to leave. And even if she didn’t care about the prizes, she was starting to get a little frustrated by Luisa’s growing haul of items.

Bruno looked very overwhelmed when they next ran into him.

“Um, what exactly do you plan to do with all of those?” He asked. Luisa just shrugged, arms full. “You’re going to leave me with them, aren’t you? Dolores left hers with me.”

Isabela spat out her drink. “Dolores won something?”

“Yeah, some toy ducks, one with a heart on it. She’s going to give it to Mariano later.”

“She probably cheated with her gift somehow.”

“All you had to do was hook the duck on a stick—”

“Nobody asked you, Luisa.”

Luisa burst out laughing, before going on to ask if it was okay for her to leave (at least some of) her winnings with Bruno for a bit. To which he agreed, if Luisa found a more transportable way of moving them.

As Luisa sped off in search of a bag, Isabela took the opportunity to wander around by herself. She wasn’t a child. She could go around by herself. It didn’t strike her as odd at first, but people just kept staring at her and she racked her brain for what exactly could be the reason. Everyone was use to her messy appearance by now, right? And then it hit her. She had never been out in public alone before - she always had Abuela or Mariano right by her side, holding her hand. Even now, she was always with Dolores or some other member of her family. What the fuck was wrong with people? Why couldn’t she walk by herself?

A hand slipped into her own and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Lola, you’re never gonna believe wha—”

She was abruptly turned around and made to face someone who was definitely not Dolores. He was shorter and awkward, and way too close into her personal space. Though he had aged since she had last seen him, she remembered the face of Bubo Marquez, an old classmate of hers and Dolores’.

“Um,” she said. “You’re not Dolores.”

“Oh no, definitely not. I’m Bubo. We use to go to school together?” He asked.

“Yeah, I remember - I know who you are. I’ve seen you around town and stuff…” she glanced around. The townspeople still seemed to be staring at her, though not in object horror as before. If anything they looked pleased. “Can I help you with something?” She managed.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were alone here, so I thought that I might keep you company.”

“Thanks, but I’m actually with—”

She didn’t finish, attempting to look for Dolores. Or Luisa. Or anyone. Just someone who could help her. She wasn’t that far from Bruno a minute ago. Why couldn’t she see him?

“It’s okay,” Bubo was saying, when Isabela started paying attention again. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about being seen with me or anything. I spoke to your mother and abuela yesterday, they were both okay with it.”

Isabela couldn’t breathe.

“Okay with what?” She whispered, unintentionally.

The whispering was immediately taken the wrong way, as Bubo pressed closer against her. Her back hitting a wooden board of some ride behind her, his eyes basically at level with her breasts.

If he had spoken to Mama and Abuela, and she didn’t know about it until now, it had to have been in public. With so much going on, Dolores wouldn’t have heard it specifically and couldn’t have told her about it. That’s why the townspeople suddenly looked so pleased. They knew he had asked, they knew that he was trying to court her. Because, of course, Isabela Madrigal, the most precious flower, must be claimed by some man.

“Ah!” A third voice called. One of the employees of the fairground in a pinstriped suit, smirking down at them from behind a moustache. “Two young lovers! Are you looking for a ride on the Tunnel of Love?”

She raised an eyebrow before looking at the ride she found herself beside. A heart-shaped tunnel full of pretty red boats and an air that smelt of perfume and sweat.

Bubo’s eyes practically sparkled. “Absolutely—”

“No!” She squawked, she suddenly pushed him from her, making him stumble backwards. Before he could catch his balance or try to catch her hand for support, he was yanked straight to the ground by her vines. She hadn’t even created them consciously - they just appeared.

The employee furrowed his brow. “Is everything alright, señorita?”

Everyone was staring at her.

She pulled a hand through her hair, mentally screaming at herself to calm down. Why was she so upset? Why was everyone watching her? Behave yourself, you’re in public, that old voice whispered in her head. What would Abuela say?

She ran, pushing past people in a flurry of jacarandas. Before she knew it, she was crashing into the back of Luisa.

“There you are! I thought you’d gone off to try bribe or threaten someone to let you win one of their games,” Luisa teased, playfully nudging her in the side. “Come back and brag how you had won some ultimate prize, and how much better you were than me.”

Bruno reached a hand for her shoulder. “Is everything okay, sobrina? You look a little—”

“I’m great,” she replied, quickly. The pair of them both looked at her weirdly, clearly unconvinced. She could do this though. She was a good actress if she managed to keep everyone fooled with graceful poses and sweet smiles for so long. She settled her gaze back onto Luisa. “Ha, I tried! Apparently threatening people with cacti isn’t allowed,” she mocked. “Anyways, let’s go find Lola and Milo.”

#encanto #encanto ride the cyclone au #my writing #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #mariano guzmán #bubo marquez

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yellowcry · 4 months

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People who say that Isabela can't be lesbian because of Bubo always make me laugh so freaking much

Really, why don't people take into account a moment that had been scrapped and therefore isn't canon anymore? Hmm....

#encanto #isabela madrigal #lesbian isa for life #bubo marquez #i headcanon them as besties because of that moment in scrapped credits where they shown to have a sparring

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pogona · 10 months

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The "putting my face in my taller gfs boobas" meme but with isabubo

#encanto #isabela madrigal #bubo marquez #isabubo

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spiritmoodboards · 9 days

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Shipboard for Isabela and Bubo/concept bf (Encanto) For @hannahhook7744 :) Hope you like this~~

We're closed for now, thank you~!

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egofan4evr · 7 months

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@encanto-extended-edition

WEEK 1: OC INTRODUCTION

You can read my Bruno x OC fanfic on Tiktok at SneezyArtFitsVids! The series is called Picking Up the Pieces.

Days before his 15th birthday, Bruno chases after a troublesome individual who stole one of his bad visions right under his nose. Conney and Bruno try to get through life's brutal beat downs together, separated and reunited over and over. Loving and losing. Picking up the pieces and starting chapters. Is it salvagable?

#encanto #encanto oc #encanto oc appreciation #encantober #encantober 2023 #conney #ezekiel #susanna and evren #abuela amista #oscar and therese #francis and viela #original characters #bubo marquez #encanto oc event

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imaginationfanstar · 11 months

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Something I found ironic about the deleted Bubo and Isabela storyline is that I felt like the dynamic was much better suited for a young Julieta and Augustin instead. The perfect golden child of the Madrigal set apart from the rest slated to marry the perfect man her mother picked out for her only to fall in love with this sweet nerdy looking guy who actually sees her for who she is as a person rather than this perfect paragon the way everyone else does. Their match is frowned upon at first but eventually it becomes clear that they love each other and make the other very happy.

#encanto #julieta madrigal #augustin madrigal #isabela madrigal #bubo marquez #encanto deleted scene #backstory #augustin x julieta

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achitka · 6 months

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Day Twenty-Eight: Moon

I can see this conversation happening...

Isabela finished her last order of the day but was running late. She rushed through the town to a small café and found Bubo was still there waiting for her. He was off in a corner dabbing a paint brush in some water. She sat down, and he looked up from his painting and Isa asked,

“Oh that’s really beautiful. What sort of butterfly is that?”

“A hypolimnas bolina. Its color is rather striking too, these paints don’t do it justice though. It is far more vibrant. Like the blue morphos you said were in your room. Only these are very dark, almost black, so the white spots are very prominent. It boasts a wingspan between 95-105 mm.”

“Bubo, what’s its common name.”

“Sorry, it’s a Blue Moon Butterfly.”

“Oh are they from Colombia?”

“No, they are a more Asiatic butterfly. I just think they’re pretty.”

#encanto #isabela madrigal #bubo marquez #encantober #moon #oversplaining

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applesap-fics · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Encanto (2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Isabela Madrigal/Bubo Márquez Characters: Isabela Madrigal, Bubo Marquez, female!Bubo Márquez - Character Additional Tags: Lesbian Isabela Madrigal, Lesbian Bubo Márquez, Vaginal Fingering, Kissing, Underage Drinking, Teenage sexuality, Porn With Plot, Growing Up, Infidelity, Background Isabela Madrigal/Mariano Guzmán, 5+1 Things, Isabela is catty and I wouldn't have it any other way, Acceptance, Being Walked In On, Guns Summary:

Bubo says nothing, stares with half-lidded eyes at the wet spot of her dress. Isabela bristles under that gaze.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks a touch acerbic, self-conscious.

“Oh, sorry.” Bubo goes rigid and looks straight up at the sky, crossing her arms over her chest.

What a strange reaction. Then again, everything was strange with Bubo.

This is not the path Isabela is supposed to walk. She can't get enough anyway.

** 🌸 🌸 ** Written for the Madrigay Days challenge: Day 1 - Coming Out

#encanto #encanto fanfics #isabela madrigal #bubo marquez #FINALLY IM SO SORRY #madrigay days

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aeshnalacrymosa · 1 year

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Isabela and Bubo

This one was super fun to make. 🤓

#encanto #encanto fanart #fanart #medibangpaint #medibang art #disney encanto #medibang paint #artstreet medibang #medibang #isabela fanart #isabela madrigal #bubo marquez #aeshna's art #digital art #encanto isabela

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hannahhook7744 · 1 year

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Bubo Marquez-Madrigal Moodboard and headcanons:

He meets Isabella after the events of Encanto.

He and her go on to have two kids (Miguel and Zoey).

Miguel and Zoey are students at Auradon Prep.

Zoey is a band student.

Miguel is a Tourney player.

He loves Isabella and her family dearly.

Bubo has never felt more at home than at the Casita and in the Encanto.

He was an unplanned child and the youngest in his family.

He is the youngest of his family.

His brothers loved to pick on him when they found out what his name meant in Greek, saying that their parents intentionally gave him an insulting name.

Bubo was never sure if that was true, seeing as his grandmother was Greek.

He was cast out because he was not the son his father wanted because he was nerdy and odd instead of strong and athletic.

Bubo and Isabella went with a hyphenated last name because despite Bubo's bad relationship with his family, he still wanted to honor his ancestors.

He refuses to reconnect with his family after they try to reconnect with him upon somehow finding out he had kids. He didn't want that toxicity around his children and Isabella agreed with him on that.

To avoid confusion, I know Bubo means "Owl" in Latin. That is not the definition which is insulting.

The definition I am talking about is:

"Word Origin for bubo C14: from Medieval Latin bubō swelling, from Greek boubōn groin, glandular swelling."

As well as " An inflamed swelling of a lymph node, esp. in the armpit or groin."

And "A bubo (Greek βουβών, boubṓn, 'groin') is adenitis or inflammation of the lymph nodes and is an example of reactive lymphadenopathy.." Also let me know if anyone wants to know more about my ocs or see how I would incorporate other scrapped Encanto characters. I would love to work on them. Or any of the stuff I work on. It helps me when I am inbetween fics I am writing.

#descendants #disney descendants #melissa de la cruz #descendants encanto #encanto au #encanto #descendants x encanto crossover #bubo madrigal #bubo marquez #encanto headcanons

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coolunclebruno · 10 months

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Familiar Stranger

[link posted at end of fic]

“Excuse me, señora ?”

Isabela, who was sitting with her legs kicking freely and had just been in the middle of admiring the flow of the river from the bridge, heard the voice from behind and turned around to see who it was, and she saw potentially the most out of place man she had ever seen.

He was short for starters, maybe a head or two shorter than her, and had his hair slicked back in a poofy pompadour and had the wisps of a mustache and a beard on his chin. He was wearing a brown suit and tie with almost comically large shoes, had red square-framed glasses perched upon his nose, and was holding a big brown leather suitcase.

He had to be the most dorkish, most out-of-place man she’d ever seen, excluding her tío.

“Hm?”

“Do you think you could point me in the direction of the Pomar Inn?” the man asked.

“Oh, yeah, just head that way,” Isabela said, pointing in the direction the man had just been walking from. “You just turn left at that building right there, go down the street, take another left, and it should be that yellow-orange building, with two stories and the empty planters in their windows.”

The man glanced behind him and then ran his hand down his face.

“I walked past that building twice …,” he said in a defeated tone.

Isabela put a hand over her mouth to hide her chuckle. “It’s your first time here at the Encanto, isn’t it?”

“You’d think so,” the man said. “But I actually grew up here and left for the city when I turned 18.”

“Oh really?” Isabela perked up at hearing that.

“Yes, I know, shocking,” he chuckled sarcastically, putting down his suitcase and taking a seat opposite Isabela. “But, yes I was born and raised here.”

He took a look around at the buildings on both sides of the river. “So much has changed since I left…”

“I’d argue that it all stayed the same…,” muttered Isabela.

The man turned around to face Isabela to get a better look at her and tightened his face in thought.

“Something wrong?”

“No, no…,” the man reassured. “It’s just…you look awfully familiar.”

“What did you say your name was again?” he asked.

“I-I didn’t even say my name…,” Isabela stammered.

“Okay, well what is your name?” he asked.

“Isabela Madrigal.”

“Isabela…,” the man said thoughtfully, rubbing his hand on his chin.

Suddenly, the odd man shot back, face lit up with recognition.

“I-Isabela Madrigal?!” he shouted. “ Dios mío! I can’t believe you’re the first person I asked here for help!”

“Huh?”

“I remember you! We went to the same school together! Do you not recognize me at least a little bit?”

Isabela took a good look at his face, only seeing a freckle that she hadn’t seen before.

“No, no, sorry, I really don’t.”

To her surprise, he chuckled.

“I suppose you wouldn’t after all these years,” he said, moving himself closer to Isabela.

“How about this; do you remember a short girl being in your math class?”

“There were a lot of short girls?” Isabela said, confused.

“She had a short bob, glasses that were too big for her face, and was really shy and quiet?”

Isabela tried to paint a picture in her mind, but nothing was really coming together…

“And she had a big nose.”

Suddenly, images of a girl flooded Isabela’s memory, a tiny, fragile-looking girl, who always seemed to be in a corner and looked like she was uncomfortable even in her own skin…

“Y-you’re…?”

“Lupita?” he asked, pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. “I guess you could say that! But I go by Bubo now, it’s what my friends call me.”

Bubo bent down to look for something in his suitcase, trying to suppress his grin as Isabela sputtered in shock.

“B-b-but ho-what? How? I-how did you become a man?” she blurted out.

Bubo looked up.

“I didn’t become a man per se, I’ve always been a man deep down, you see. I take medicine now to make my appearance more like a man, and I got a ‘surgery’ to help with that, as well!”

Isabela looked down in utter bewilderment, taking in the information that was just told to her. After some time, she finally spoke up.

“So…you’ve always felt like this?”

“For as long as I can remember, yeah,” said Bubo.

“Wow…,” Isabela was speechless. “...You certainly seem happier.”

“Why, thanks for noticing!” Bubo laughed out loud. “You should see the look on your face right now, honestly!”

Isa giggled in unison. “I bet it’s something to behold, huh?”

The two laughed together like fools, before finally calming down. Bubo got up and grabbed his suitcase.

“Well, I should make my way over to my hotel. I don’t want to keep them waiting! Thanks again for the directions!” he said, and started walking away.

“W-wait, Lu-sorry, Bubo!”

Bubo stopped and looked back.

“I…I don’t fully understand it…,” Isabela started slowly. “But, I’m really glad to see that you’re happy.”

Bubo grinned. “Thank you, Isabela. See you around town!” And he walked away towards his destination.

Isabela stared as he turned around the corner.

“ Hm, he’s actually kinda cute, I won’t lie…,” she thought to herself.

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For @jacarandaaaas, based on the premise of “madrigal grandkids having a sleepover.”

Post rebuild, the girls plus Camilo have a sleepover. I have no other words to describe that than chaos ensues.

The Madrigal Sleepover

“—And that is how I told Bubo Marquez to go fuck himself.”

“Oh, you’ve finally gotten back to the point of this story?” Luisa asked, only half-joking because it had definitely taken a good ten minutes to reach the conclusion. Isabela rolled her eyes at her.

“I still can’t believe people think you like men,” Dolores muttered.

“I’m just so proud that I have such an amazing cousin who can kick ass!” Camilo exclaimed. “Seriously, where were you when I was getting bullied in school for being weird? I could have gotten out of so many fights, if I had the ‘my older cousin will beat you up’ excuse! Because frankly the sister one didn’t really work out.”

His sister rolled her eyes, “That is an exaggeration you weren’t bullied in school. Or at the very least, not anything comparable to a man trying to kiss you against your will.”

“No, I guess I can’t relate to that…” Camilo admitted. He looked a bit wishful at the concept of a boy kissing him - he was gladly awaiting his first kiss still. It made Isabela and Luisa gag. “Well, neither can the rest of my cousins. No man would try it with Luisa. And Mirabel…”

He trailed off, all eyes falling to the girl in question. Mirabel was curled up against Luisa, definitely not far from falling asleep. The only movement being the slow rise and fall of her chest. Isabela clambered over Dolores and flashed a torch briefly over her. Briefly because Luisa immediately shoved her older sister into Dolores to shield Mirabel from the attack.

“Christ, Luisa, Mirabel’s fine,” Dolores muttered, pushing Isabela off her and trying to preserve her glass. Isabela fell straight off the bed to the floor, cackling to herself.

Mirabel yawned, eyelashes fluttering, “Is it bedtime yet?”

“Nope,” Isabela grinned, head poking up. “It’s only just turned ten. Come on, you old, little lady, you can’t be tired already. We’ve barely done anything yet. And you missed my great story, I’m gonna have to tell it again.”

“Is this still the one about you threatening to chop a man’s private parts off and feed them to your carnivorous plants?”

“Damnit, you heard? That sucks!”

“Well, I’m not asleep… yet.”

Luisa sat Mirabel further up, tapping her arm gently to further wake her up. “Well, Bela’s right. We haven’t done much yet. You can do a little longer and then we’ll let you go to bed.”

“I physically don’t think I can.” Mirabel said. She was ignored though.

“So, what should we do now?” Camilo asked, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think we should—”

“I swear to God, if you say the ‘switch the alcohol out for water prank’ again,” Dolores warned.

“No, hermana! I would never!” He mocked offence at the accusation. He lifted the yellow blanket beside him to reveal a collection of makeup palettes, lipsticks and several hair accessories. “Makeovers! A staple of all the best sleepovers!”

Dolores and Luisa peered over. The former looked more hesitant, while the latter looked fairly intrigued and even excited by the idea. Mirabel raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the messily kept containers or just the makeup in general - Camilo wasn’t sure, but he knew his cousin wasn’t the biggest fan in “covering her face in chemicals” as she would say.

Isabela, on the other hand, swatted him hard and he spluttered out petals, “Bitch, when did you steal my shit!?”

“Who said anything about stealing? I’m just borrowing it.”

“No, I’m with Isabela,” Dolores piped up. “I didn’t hear you ask her.”

“Okay, okay, I shoulda asked first!” Camilo held his hands up in surrender. “But… can we do makeovers? Please?! Dolores?” Then smirking, “I bet I could make Mariano propose to you.”

Dolores glared at him. “Isabela, be a dear and slap him for me.”

“Gladly!” Isabela did as instructed, making Camilo hit her back. Vines abruptly yanked him off the bed in response.

“Well, I think it’s a good idea,” Luisa offered. “I wouldn’t mind someone doing my makeup. Bela? You want a go?”

“Oh no, if we’re doing this, I wanna do Dolores.” Isabela insisted, already grabbing her cousin’s hand to prevent her from running off.

“Hey, she’s my sister!” Cried Camilo as he dragged himself back onto the bed.

“So? I called dibs first. And I’m the eldest.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Fuck yeah, it is! Maybe next time don’t steal and you’ll get to have things your way.”

“Yeah, but—”

Dolores groaned a little. “For God’s sake, you can do it together. Just stop arguing.”

Camilo and Isabela relented, seemingly coming to an agreement that they could work on Dolores together and immediately began discussing ideas. That had Dolores backpedaling and trying to argue that they use one of them instead.

Luisa only chuckled, pulling Mirabel closer. “I guess it’s you and me, hermanita.”

“Oh,” Mirabel said. “You wouldn’t want me to do that. I don’t know much anything present beauty trends. I barely know what half of this stuff is.”

“I’m sure you can come up with something.”

Now… if you were to walk by at any point over the next hour, you would be understandably confused with what was going on.

Dolores was constantly complaining and crying out, claiming she had been poked in the eye or her hair was being pulled too tightly. There were several points where the others genuinely stopped to ask if she was alright. She was. Just being dramatic as Camilo and Isabela assaulted her with products. Somewhere along the way, they had both given up on trying to work together to do a good job and were now just trying to make Dolores look as silly as humanly possible. Not that she would know; she was kept well away from a mirror.

Meanwhile, Luisa had happily sunk into the part of an exaggerated and comedic Marie Antoinette that she was unofficially given to play. Mirabel, having woken up a little more, had decided to make Luisa look like the ideal fashions worn by French aristocrats at Versailles, during Louis XVI’s reign. Isabela (after giving up with her cousins) even provided some dye from her plants that could whiten Luisa’s hair, which had been teased high and decorated with ribbons and beads. In contrast to Dolores, Luisa was clearly enjoying herself and greatly liked teasing the others - even if Mirabel kept pointing out the inaccuracies of her acting.

“You look ridiculous,” Dolores commented.

Luisa gasped in horror. “Guards, behead that filthy peasant immediately!” She cried out in her best attempt at a French accent, pointing a finger accusingly. “It will probably be an improvement.”

“No, seriously, prima, you look like someone from the 1880s.” Camilo said.

“1780s,” Mirabel corrected.

“Does it matter? Ain’t it the same thing? Boring, old shit that’s all history is.”

Mirabel didn’t say anything for a moment. The other three wished in silence. “You did not say that to me,” she muttered. “In fact, stop talking to me. You and your incompetence is giving me a headache.”

“Just say ‘fuck off’, sis.” Isabela begged.

“Why don’t we play a board game?” Dolores suggested. “I’ll go get one—”

“No, I want to play Charades. And as the queen of France, I should get to pick.” Luisa beamed, smug as anything.

“Right, fine.” Dolores huffed. She pulled herself to her feet. “You all play a few rounds of Charades. I’ll go clean my face and then come back with a couple of boardgames.”

Mirabel quickly followed, “I’m coming with. To get medicine; I can’t deal with a headache all evening.”

Neither of the pair knew what to say when they returned a good half hour later to find Camilo had been banished to a corner of the room and held there in Isabela’s vines, meanwhile Isabela and Luisa (who was now without her makeover) were covered in plant dye and play-fighting. It seems like Isabela had gotten ahold of some scissors as some point because Luisa was missing more than half her hair. Multicoloured clumps of hair scattered about the room.

“What the actual fuck?” Dolores muttered.

“She started it!”

“She said I could cut it!”

“I thought you were all going to play Charades?” Mirabel inquired. She was quick to push by Dolores and play mediator, trying to convince her sisters to separate. “In hindsight, why did we both leave?”

“Because these three are impossible,” Dolores replied, rolling her eyes. “What exactly did you do?”

Camilo huffed in offence, “I didn’t do anything! I swear! Isabela just moved me here for no reason! Please, hermana! Help me?”

“We were both teasing Bela about how she doesn’t get as many ladies as I do.” Luisa explained. “Then I gave her permission to cut my hair because why not? It’s hair, it’ll grow back. And, well, I think we just got carried away… whoops.”

“Whoops?” Mirabel echoed, unimpressed. Then sighed heavily. “Oh, I’m too young and too tired to deal with this,” she mumbled, settling back into the pile of pillows. “I’ll just have Mama chastise you for it tomorrow morning.”

Isabel shrugged, “Guess us three will be sleeping in then.”

“I refuse to believe that the two of us are somehow related to you three.” Dolores continued. With several more glares at Isabela, her cousin finally relented and released Camilo. The pair joining Mirabel on the floor. Luisa and Isabela slowly made their way over, with Isabela going to finish the haircut. Because apparently if Luisa was going short, she was going all the way.

They went on to play Charades and then a few rounds of card games, though Dolores begrudgingly did so and then tried to claim that she wasn’t enjoying it. Mirabel fell asleep within three minutes of sitting down, so Luisa had taken her back to her own room - to prevent Camilo and Isabela from using her as the victim of some prank. Speaking of, Isabela, Luisa and Camilo only seemed to get more hyper, but that was balanced out by Dolores also getting a little more giddy herself. They then moved on to playing a quick round of Truth or Dare. That was ended by Luisa, who felt that Isabela’s dares were “death sentences” and Dolores’ truths were “too cruel and personal”. Camilo had just enjoyed the drama of the girls, snacking on cocadas.

That had transitioned into a game of Who’s Most Likely To? With very predictable results, but the four of them were enjoying themselves.

“Most likely to get a tattoo?” Camilo asked.

Everyone’s eyes turned to Isabela, who grinned. “That’s fair. Who’s most likely to get caught robbing a bank?”

“Without our gifts? Any of you three.” Dolores answered. “I’m much too clever. Who’s most likely to get hungover and continue a day of work following, without raising suspicion?”

“What a scandalous question for you, Lola!” Isabela teased, hitting her arm playfully. “What would Mariano think of you?”

“I’m the most likely to continue working,” Luisa chuckled, unashamedly. “Can’t say I wouldn’t be caught though. Isabela’s the one with the highest alcohol tolerance, but we’ve yet to see Camilo fully drink, so who knows?”

Isabela shook her head. “No, no. I think it would be you, sis.”

“I’m with Bela,” Camilo piped up. “You’d show up, tough it out and then collapse the second you got back to Casita.” He stood up, dropping down into Mirabel’s form and leaning over to Luisa, “And then I’ll say ‘I told you so’.” Then, shifting into his sister, “‘Because we are always right.’”

The four of them - yes, including Dolores - burst into laughter, so much so that Isabela worried that they might wake the adults, instantly flicking a flower into each of their mouths to shut them up.

When only Mirabel and Antonio showed up for breakfast the following morning, Julieta and Pepa had gone to hunt down their missing children. They found them all huddled, fast asleep, in Luisa’s room in a mass pile of blankets and pillows and a fairly large mess. The two smiled together as they watched from the doorway.

“They are just like we were,” Pepa said.

“Yes, they are exactly like…” Julieta trailed off, pausing. Her eyes widened. “Is that Luisa’s hair?”

Pepa cackled, pulling her sister away and shutting the door. It would be better to let the kids sleep in. “Don’t act so surprised, Juli. You remember the time we shaved Bruno’s head bald?”

#encanto #my writing #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #luisa madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #ask me anything #bruno madrigal #bubo marquez #mariano guzmán #dolores x mariano

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