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Julieta x Male!oc

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Droplets of rain hit furiously on the muddy floor,the claps of thunder increasing from time to time,lightning up the morning sky. Many found the sound of the inclement weather comforting,for Vasíl it was quite different. He stepped out in the rain as fast as he could. His boots clasping onto pools of raining water,the wet soil splashing all over their fabric.

Brows knitted together,anger rising through his body,his heartbeat running faster than ever- he felt his blood boil. Noone was at fault but him,he let her go like this,he made the only person to reach his heart dissappear from his life within seconds. Vasíl could never forget how the once calm aura rested upon her features,changed into madness and unbearable heat. Could never forget how her voice rung in his ears,and how her echo played repeatedly on his mind like a sad song.

He started walking vigorously,the only thing in his mind being her and one other target;

He had to confess,

If that would be the freedom of his sorrowfullness,of the nights he spent crying onto the pillow,the clenched fists. It was his only chance now,out of any other time this was the right moment-

"¡JULIETA!"

He spotted the older woman holding a basket,her steps became more frantic as she was trying to get lost into the town's streets. He run a little and stumbled on the wet rock path that extended in front of him. He cursed as he almost slipped into the running water and proceeded to run gradually to her-

Julieta was overwhelmed by hatred and anger,the last thing she wanted to see now was him; how could he blame Agustín for anything that happened,intruding in her marriage was something she allowed Noone Noone to mumble or talk about,even judge. If anything,Julieta outdid herself on that side,slipping out of who was supposed to be her only life,her husband, Agustín...

She pursed her lips,avoiding to turn around,ever the slightest attention would make her wanna go back again and forgive him like nothing had ever happened. The healer might have cause a storm in her own Family,but she wouldn't allow herself to fall that low for a man almost half her age. She shook her head in disapproval,no he didn't deserve any attention. If she gave it to him he might think that everything was over,when it wasn't-

"¡JULIETA,TENTE POR FAVOR!"

His hair was dripping as heavy droplets of water washed upon his firm features; black curls drippin,messy strands of hair stuck to his temples. His clothes were also tacked to his thick muscles -and how he hated the feeling-but now he didn't even care,he had to reach her. With few breaths he pulled to a stop,grabbing her arm,the basket full of groceries collapsing onto the floor-

"Julieta I'm so-"

A loud sound of slap echoed in the silence;he couldn't even manage to react,only understanding the incoming pain across his cheek being replaced by a reddish color. He flared his nostrils,rising his other arm to capture her-

"Pendejo-"

"Julieta please listen to me-"

"Let me go,idiota!-"

The woman struggled as she squirmed under his firm hold,trying to escape and he watched. She looked so tantalizing beautiful; wet,dusty curls running down her back like waterfalls,messy bangs stuck on her forehead,a bit of her black pencil smeared under her eyelids...She reminded him of a wolf that was fighting maniacally for release-

"LET ME EXPLAIN MYSEL-"

The middle aged woman had somehow attempted to slither from his strong grip. But got her into his trap again,reflexively. If he could curse himself or punch his face for being this violent to her he would-

"¡Deja de hacerme daño, hijo de puta!"

He flinched slightly,before furroqing his brows again. There was a whole minute Julieta was moving her fists until he wrapped his arms under her waist,keeping her tight close to his chest. Small fists pushed through his wet shirt,tagging some of it as well-

"Julieta I Lo-"

Another forceful spank crushed on his face,but this was his last straw. He let his arms loose,wrapping his large palms on her delicate face,capturing her cheeks. Vasíl leaned forward crushing his pair of firm lips against cold,soft ones in a passionate kiss. Julieta allowed her nails scratch slowly at his wet chest,and she returned the kiss. She deepened the kiss with all her will,bringing her body flat against his hips. Warmth showered all over her body again,her once frozen fingertips filled with blood again,running her now warm digits up to his cheeks drawing the tall man closer.

Vasíl parted first,as oxygen wasn't enough to consume. He remained still for a few minutes ,silent tears running freely on his apples and just staring at her,holding onto every detail he could as seconds turned to minutes. His hands brushed through grey-black waves,his thumbs caressing lightly the skin under her round eyes. He noticed a pinkish color form across her cheekbones-

"I never meant to make you cry,I never meant to make you leave without a word. I never meant to spill any of these out of my stupid mouth-"

Julieta raised a hand to brush off the dropping hair,then pulled his forehead to place a light peck on it. Vasíl snaked his arms through her back driving her closed again. Julieta leaned to rest her head on top of his toned chest,the sound of heartbeat hitting her ears. The rain had led to a light drizzle-

"I've been waiting for a lifetime.."

Vasíl whispered -into her free ear- kissing her hair in the process,The healer scouted on him carefully,her expression one of astonishment and sadness-

"Why didn't you tell me anything-"

"I couldn't,you had kids and...your husband. I didn't want to interrupt your marriage or family. We were close but that didn't give me the right...When I heard that you divorced Agustín I wanted to chase you and never let you away from me..."

Julieta watched,as her expressions altered every now and then. She bit her lip in thought...

" You seemed in war with your emotions, I couldn't say how I felt even if It seemed fair moment-"

He let full blow of cold escape his mouth...

"That would be selfish of me Julieta. No matter how I felt,you still had a family and a whole world to care about-"

The cook brought a hand to his mouth gently squeezing as a way to erase the excess mumbling. With a swift of her motions she took his face into her palms again,bringing their lips together for another time. Her stomach tinkled with a welcoming mellowness

"Ay,Vasíl..."

The 50 year old woman sighed at the worn out look on his face,stroking his cheeks lovingly. He threw a small smile,wrapping one hand in his,shivering as the warm against cold contact occurred. He gently elevated the back of her hand to the level of his lips,kissing the greasy skin,the one so beautifully decorated by age marks. He heard her giggle almost inaudibly for a moment as his mustache tickled her hand...

"Julieta vámonos a casa,

déjame cuidarte hermosa-"

The brunette stared at him for awhile and nodded,a soft hum vibrating on her throat,she wrapped his arm with a smile and made their way to his home. He had plans,ahead of any future he imagined... He would prepare a warm bath with oils and flowers,make her his most favorite tea. But that was one part of it,and anything that would follow,is the continuation of a wonderful sueño that would haunt their minds in the most delightful and just like indelible ink,mark their life's a new beginning...

#julieta x male!oc #julieta x Vasíl #so oof #omg #julieta madrigal #the madrigals #encanto #encanto fic #cute #agustin madrigal #julieta #angst #fluff #making up #lovers #age gap love #julieta x male

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🥰My Encanto OC Jerónimo🥰

He loves Bruno even more than I do tbh

#bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #encanto #encanto art #rat man #encanto bruno #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #encanto fanart #encanto triplets #encanto oc #encanto fandom #encanto original character #jerónimo Valesco #my characters #my art #gay bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x male Oc

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Poor Timing [Tumblr Preview]

[Trying something new here! link to the rest of the fic at the end.]

“ Muy bien todas, dinner is ready!”

Dinner had always been the most important part of the day for the Madrigals, besides breakfast. It was the time of day when everyone came home from doing their chores and activities, and could just sit down and relax and eat as a family. 

And now that Julieta no longer had to make everything by herself, it had become a sort of group activity, with the kids offering their help to her, even Alma offered her cooking wisdom!

They all trickled into the dining room, including Mariano, whom Dolores had invited to dinner. Everyone was here! 

Everyone, except…

“Where’s Bruno and Miguel?” Mirabel looked at the two empty seats that would usually house the inseparable two. “They’re usually here by now…”

“I think I last saw them heading to their room,” Julieta said, placing down the last of the rice on the table. 

“I can go up and get the-”

“No need, Mirabel, I can do it today,” Alma assured her, slowly getting out of her seat just as her granddaughter was getting out of her seat. 

“Oh, are you sure, Abuela? I don’t really mind if-”

“No, I insist, you’ve done enough work today, and you deserve a bit of rest,” Abuela patted Mirabel on the shoulder, putting her back in her seat, and left the dining room. 

“¡ Gracias, Abuela!”

“That was nice of her, don’t you think?” Julieta sat down next to Pepa, as she usually did.

“Yeah, it was, but what do you think they’re doing?” Pepa moved some corn onto her plate.

Julieta shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Maybe they’re working on a project? I know Miguel helps out with Bruno’s ‘rat novelas’ sometimes.”

“Maybe! Or maybe they’re upstairs making dulce, dulce amor !” Pepa joked, holding her hands up to her cheek in mock whimsy.

Instead of a small chuckle or a scolding, as Pepa was expecting, she saw the color drain out of Julieta’s face.

“Y-you don’t think they’re actually-”

Just then, their conversation was abruptly cut by the sound of two voices yelling upstairs. 

“ B-BRUNO ?”

“ MA, LOOK AWAY, LOOK AWAY, GET OUT !”

link to fic on a03; https://archiveofourown.org/works/48233344

#bruno madrigal #gay bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x male oc #encanto oc #miguel herrera #alma madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #madrigaydays2023 #madrigay days #encanto fanfic #encanto

[glitterfairy-21225]

When Bruno gets a boyfriend.

Pepa and Julieta:

#encanto #roots au #bruno madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #bruno x male oc #the madrigal triplets #david (my personal oc) can be dr sonya

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Masterlist

Started: 28/10/22

Last updated: 21/08/23

Madrigal Family:

Stay (Yandere Madrigals x reader)

Yandere Madrigals reacting to their s/o /friend wanting to leave them

Gift (Romantic! Yandere Mirabel x Platonic! Yandere family Madrigal x Fem! Reader)

Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy

Gift (Platonic yandere family Madrigal x fem! reader x Romantic yandere Mirabel) Part 2

Platonic yandere family Madrigal x Risotto! reader

Mirabel Madrigal:

Yandere Mirabel headcanons

Yandere Mirabel with a affectionate darling

Yanderish Aged up! Mirabel and how she would treat fem! reader's kid

Soft yandere savior! Mirabel with a reader who has been previously kidnapped

Yandere Mirabel with a Gender-neutrual darling who she guilt trips

Gift (Platonic yandere family Madrigal x fem! reader x Romantic yandere Mirabel) Part 2

Yandere Mirabel with a introverted! reader

Yandere Mirabel with a punk s/o

Isabela Madrigal:

Caught (Yandere Isabela x escape attempt! reader)

Yandere Isabela headcanons

Forever (Yandere Isabela x outsider! Fem! reader)

Please (Yandere Isabela x Fem! reader)

Yandere Isabela reacting to the reader getting taken away on their wedding day

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Unknowing (Yandere Isabela x Lesbian! fem! reader)

Me or her?! (Yandere Isabela x reader x Yandere Dolores)

Yandere Isabela with a Gender neutral! clumsy! reader

Safe (Yandere Isabela x abused! fem! reader)

Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader

Luisa Madrigal:

Yandere Luisa headcanons

Protect (Yandere Luisa x Bold! reader)

Dolores Madrigal:

How yandere Dolores acts around her darling who she is betrothed to

Approve (Yandere Dolores x male! reader)

Yandere Dolores headcanons

How Dolores would react to her betrothed darling running away on their wedding day

Safe (Yandere Dolores x abused! fem! reader)

Accepted (Yandere Dolores x reader)

Me or her?! (Yandere Isabela x reader x Yandere Dolores)

Yandere Dolores who blackmails others to have her darling to herself

Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader

Camilo Madrigal:

Love of my life (Yandere Camilo x fem! Reader)

Lover (Yandere camilo x reader)

I love you. (Yandere Camilo x fem! reader)

Beautiful (Yandere Camilo x fem! winged! reader)

Obsessed (Yandere Camilo x fem! genie! reader)

Crush (Soft yandere Camilo x Fem! reader)

Yandere Camilo with artist! reader

Yandere Isabela, Dolores, and Camilo with a Fem! Yui Komori! Reader

Julieta Madrigal:

Yandere Julieta headcanons

Lovesick (Yandere Pepa x reader x Yandere Julieta)

Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)

Jealous yandere Julieta headcanons

Care (Yandere Julieta x frail/sick fem! reader)

Care (Yandere Julieta x frail/sick fem! reader) Part 2

Pepa Madrigal:

Yandere Pepa headcanons

Lovesick (Yandere Pepa x reader x Yandere Julieta)

Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)

Platonic! Yandere Madrigal family with Pepa's daughter being a student of nevermore academy

Bruno Madrigal:

You can't change the future (Yandere Bruno x reader)

Nightmare (Yandere Madrigal triplets x reader)

Pequeño (Platonic yandere Bruno x mini Agustin! Reader.)

Yandere Bruno headcanons

Yandere Bruno x Oc Valentina (@thehourglassandtherose's Oc)

Only if...(Yandere stalker! Overprotective! Bruno x Valentina @thehourglassandtherose's oc)

Platonic yandere Bruno madrigal with a child! reader

#Encanto #Yandere encanto #Encanto x reader #Yandere Encanto x reader

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#fanfic #headcanons #oneshots #scenarios #reader insert #writing #x reader

[secret-ssociety]

Can I ask something for Bruno Madrigal who adopting a little kid?

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Pairing(s): Bruno x oc (platonic)

Warnings: I headcanoned Bruno to be aro/ace in this, not sure if that's a warning

A/N: I really loved writing this, and if anyone ever wants more of this I'll be happy to do it

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Bruno Madrigal had once, a long time ago, been a good babysitter. He had to watch all of his nieces and nephew at least a few times in the past, and not only they had not died under his care, he had actually became pretty reliable.

They were probably too young to remember, but there had been a time before he left when all the children of the house always wanted to hang out with him, specially Camilo, who, in a house full of women, shadowed behind the nearest male figure.

He knew how to change diapers, make bottles, cook their favourite meals, play tea time and tell good stories, both scary or for bedtime, depending on the need, the works.

But it had been more than ten years since he'd had to do all that stuff.

When his nephew sprinted into the house and asked him if he could watch the kid he was babysitting for a moment, Bruno had every reason to panic.

"I planned a prank for today, I scheduled it to happen with a timer," Camilo panted really close to his face, "I think I set the timer wrong, tío."

And with one last look to his wide eyed, freaked out expression, he rushed out of the house to what Bruno assumed was the place with the ticking time bomb.

A babble came from his arms and, frightened, he looked down to the baby girl cooing against his chest. She was about a year old, reaching out her chubby arms to try and grab the loose threads of the collar of his ruana. The muscles of his arms, thankfully, remembered how to carry a baby, his hold was steady so dropping her wasn't something he had to worry about.

He tilted his head to the side, eyeing the creature curiously, and he was imitated by it, he tilted his head to the other side and, again, the baby mirrored his action. A smile started to grow on his lips as he kept repeating the movement just to see the baby do it back.

"Camilo could have told me your name," for some people, it would probably be weird to see a grown man talking to a baby, but after ten years living among rats, he was pretty used to conversations where he didn't get an actual response, "because I'm sure you heard him call me Bruno, that's my name, but I have absolutely no idea of who you are." The baby said something in gibberish baby talk, to which he nodded. "Yes, he was very rude not to introduce us properly."

As if on cue, an explosion was heard from the other side of the village and a huge cloud of green dust paint settled on a handful of houses. "When I get my hands on that boy!" Pepa cried out a few seconds later.

"Well, Camilo is now in trouble," he nodded before looking back at the baby, "we might as well get comfortable."

He spent most of the day in the living room, having a one sided conversation with the baby whose name he was trying to guess. He changed her diaper, made her a bottle, did every thing he used to do as he remembered it, with a little help from Julieta.

The one thing he didn't remember about babysitting was the unavoidable moment where he got lost in the way the baby in front of him stared back into his eyes and he started thinking about how he was the only one who didn't have a family of his own.

Or maybe not a family per se, he loved his sisters and his nieces and nephews and, truth be told, he had never felt the same desire as Pepa and Julieta to go through the falling in love, the wedding, the whole marital life. He loved seeing the happiness Félix and Agustín brought on his sisters, but he never felt like his happiness would come like that.

But then they started having children, and while Bruno didn't want a spouse, he did like the idea of having one of those loud, messy, time consuming, sleep depriving, funny smelling creatures of his own. He had actually thought about it at length, and he understood the terms of it pretty well.

He knew very well that it wasn't a baby that he wanted, that word was rather tricky, because the baby phase was cute and all, but it didn't last more than a year and a half. He wanted a kid, a child, a tiny human that resembled him, that would search for his guidance to find their way through life and dress on his colour scheme.

And he also knew he didn't want a bunch of kids, not even three like both his sisters. He loved all his nieces and nephews, but it had always been enough having to take care of two at the same time to get overwhelmed. No, one was more than enough.

However, even one was too much to ask when he lacked the desire for a partner, so he limited himself to dreaming.

"Hi, tío," Camilo entered the living room well into the night, half covered in green and with a sheepish smile.

"Now we're matching," the man joked, cradling the sleeping baby, making Camilo laugh.

"Did Carmen give you any trouble?" So that was her name.

"Not at all." Bruno shook his head. "How much trouble did you get into?"

Camilo grimaced before answering, "I won't be surprised if I have to clean off the green with a toothbrush." The boy looked back to the door before talking again. "Thanks for helping me with her, tío. Her grandmother is at the door so I'll walk them home."

Bruno pondered, he didn't want to part ways with the newly introduced Carmen just yet. "I'll do it, you go take a bath."

His nephew looked at him with an ocean of gratefulness before turning back to his room tiredly. Bruno stood up and walked to the door, unable to hide his shock when he saw the woman standing in front of the house.

He knew very well who she was, Carmenza Ríos was a woman a few years older than his mother who walked with a cane since Bruno could remember. She'd had a handful of daughters, all of them who had left Encanto when they got married, and a husband who died not long after Dolores was born. She suffered of a never ending flow of illnesses Julieta's food had never been able to heal with her food, so much everyone just silently diagnosed it was moral penalty that sickened her.

The woman barely acknowledged the baby before starting the walk up to her house, at the very end of the street, one of the houses that had been victim to Camilo's prank. Bruno followed her silently.

He didn't know what was he expecting the inside of the house to be like, but that definitely wasn't it. The wood floors had a weird sour smell, there was a fine layer of dust over all surfaces and there was no indication of a child living in that house.

Curiously, he walked over to the piece of furniture close to the entrance, where there were several framed pictures of her children displayed. Bruno had known all of them, the eldest had been his same age and his friend up until the moment she left. The picture that called his attention the most, the most recent one, was that of a young woman who was very clearly pregnant.

"She's Juliana's," the woman talked in hoarse voice, sitting down in one of her chairs as a cloud of dust erupted from it.

"What?"

"You're wondering whose child she is," she motioned to the baby, "she's Juliana's, my youngest. You remember her?" He did, she had been born many years after her youngest, when the triplets were in their twenties. She was joyful and bubbly, the only one who had left unwed. "She left to the city following some musician," she pronounced the word like it disgusted her, "and he had her trailing behind him for years. That is until two years ago, at least, when he got her pregnant and never talked to her again."

Bruno frowned as to why was she telling him that, but still opened his mouth to ask, "where is she now?"

"Dead." The woman answered bluntly, eyeing the baby darkly. "She died giving birth and now I'm stuck taking care of her, it's really a blessing that that nephew of yours can have her so often."

The resentment on señora Ríos' demeanor filled him unease, making unconsciously tighten his hold on Carmen, who was still fast asleep. It was more than the way she talked, it was the state of the house, the neglect of the space where the baby was to grow. How could she breath under all that dust? How wasn't she cold?

The woman's face softened in regret under his stare. "I know what you're thinking, but I don't hate children and I don't hate her. I thoroughly enjoyed my daughters when I had them, but I'm old now, I'm tired and sick." She sighed. "I know she needs better, but right now ‘better’ is not available."

Bruno swallowed, looking at the baby fisting the wool of his ruana.

The whole family was setting up the table for dinner when he was back, they were immersed in loud chattery and didn't notice him come in until he cleared his throat uncomfortably.

"Oh, Bruno, we were wondering when you'd be back." Pepa said gathering the dishes before turning around and seeing him. "Weren't you taking that baby home?"

"I was," the man nodded, growing nervous under the eyes of all his family, now silent, "but there was a change of planes: I'm keeping it."

"Keeping it?" Julieta repeated in a confused voice. "A baby is not a dog, Bruno, you don't keep it."

He nodded once again. "Yeah, I know. I mean I'm..."

"Adopting her?" Isabela offered and he nodded profusely.

"Does señora Ríos' know that you're adopting her granddaughter?" Camilo asked raising an eyebrow.

"She was the one to give me this," he motioned to the bag with all of Carmen's belongings in it.

"Bruno, what's going on?" Alma asked, deeply confused.

The rat man shifted in his feet, searching for the words to explain his decision. "Señora Ríos is too tired to take care of a child, much less raise them, and I... I've always wanted one." He muttered the last part, avoiding their looks. "I never told anyone because I didn't want you to feel bad for me, but I do, you have no idea of how much I've wanted a kid." He gulped before raising his eyes to them. "I know how to take care of a baby, I babysat all of yours except for Antonio; I know how to change diapers and make bottles and cook, I can tell stories and I can read them if she doesn't like mine and I can ask you if there's something I don't know... I can love her, no one has to explain to me how to do that."

Bruno knew he didn't need exactly permission to adopt Carmen, but he did want his family's support. They all looked at him with expressions that were hard to read, except for Isabela and Luisa, who looked deeply touched by his words.

"Félix, where do we have Antonio's crib?" Pepa turned to her husband, who had to look at her for a few seconds before catching on to what was happening.

"In the closet. Do you want it to be in your room for now, bro?" When the house was rebuilt and Mirabel got her own room, they decided to build a nursery again, for the future, and it was ready to have a baby sleep in it, but Félix had been through that path three times before and he knew Bruno would want to keep her close at first.

Bruno nodded stunned. "I'll help you assemble it." Agustín said following Félix.

Both his sisters looked at him with smiles, similar to the ones they had when they saw him again for the first time after the ten years he spent living between the walls.

Alma walked up to him with a soft expression, lowering down her eyes to Carmen's face, wanting to see her closely. She was going to grow raven hair in the future and she had olive skin, she actually reminded her of Bruno when he was a baby. "This calls for a celebration."

"Really?"

"Of course," she looked at him with excitement, "we threw a party for every baby in the family to introduce them as Madrigals, we're not about to make an exception now."

And just like that, Carmen became Carmen Madrigal.

The very next day, Bruno went over to señora Ríos' house to help her clean her house, those were no conditions for a baby to live in, but they weren't good for her either. He dusted all the furniture, swept the floor, changed the curtains and scrubbed her kitchen until it was spotless. He kept going every other day for the following year, until she finally died one day on her sleep.

During those hours, Carmen was babysat by her cousins, who enjoyed every waking moment hanging out with the toddler. Camilo, who had more experience taking care of her, turned different shapes to make her laugh. Isabela made her colorful flower crowns. Mirabel embroidered her socks with figures the same colour green as her tío Bruno's ruana. Antonio showed her all the animals that inhabited his room. When it was her abuela watching her, she became the most pampered child in the world.

And that was a lot, because no one could top Bruno's pampering.

He spent every waking moment with his kid, even as she grew up. Using a long blanket, he strapped her to his chest to take her with him everywhere. As she started to grow longer hair, he learnt how to braid it and brush it, sometimes tangling Isabela's flowers in it. Whenever she sneaked into his bed at night, he limited himself to tell her to go back to her room a few times before cuddling her.

And Carmen? Carmen loved her papá more than anything in the world. He was her best friend, her confident and her playmate. She loved dressing the same colour as him, the way she saw her cousins do with their parents, so much she asked Mirabel once to knit her a ruana like Bruno's. Wherever her dad was, she wanted to be there too. Whenever he peppered her face with kisses, she peppered his back, the action becoming a war of kiss peppering that only ended when she bit his nose.

Of course, raising his own daughter was much harder than helping raise his sisters' kids. He now understood the motherly fear of everything around being a hazard and the constant self questioning of every decision he took, the palpitating terror of how his mistakes would affect her. Carmen was the brightest piece of his world and God be witness that he would steal the stars from the sky for his little girl.

But the first thing he was significantly stared at, the idea that his daughter would never truly be considered part of the family, was laid to rest pretty early on. Carmen was a Madrigal, no one would even think to question it. Her picture had been added to the mural on the town square and to the family tree on the wall of the kitchen, she walked around sure of who she was and where she belonged.

The morning of her fifth birthday, Bruno entered the nursery quietly, with a steaming tamal over a tray, next to a cup of hot chocolate, with cheese melting in the bottom. Carmen was still fast sleep on her bed, drooling over the pillow and her long black hair spread over her face. Her father decided the best way to wake her up was, of course, to tickle the palm of her foot.

"Ah!" The girl woke up with a scream when, at the lack of response at the tickling, Bruno pulled her up by her feet.

"I'm sorry, who are you? What are you doing in my daughters bed?" He asked jokingly, staring at her upside down face.

"¡Papi!" She laughed.

Bruno shook his head. "No, you are not her. You are too big to be my daughter."

"It's me! It's my birthday!" Carmen exclaimed as her dad set her back down on the bed.

"It's your birthday?!" He inquired with a shocked expression, as if he hadn't been stressing over it for the past weeks. Carmen nodded violently, jumping to wrap her arms around his neck. Bruno closed his eyes and took on the hug, like he always did whenever she hugged him. "Why are you growing up so fast?"

"Because I'm big now!"

A soft knock on the door interrupted them, making them look to where Mirabel, still in her nightdress, was standing nervously.

"It's my birthday, Mirabel!" The kid happily told her.

"I know, Carmen, happy birthday." Mirabel congratulated her with the loving smile she always gave her youngest cousin before looking back up to Bruno. "Tío, you might want to see this."

Worry started spreading over his chest as he perched his kid up in his waist and walked behind his niece to the end of the hall.

She stopped and there it was.

It took him a couple seconds to realize what he was looking at and suddenly became entrance by it, not even noticing Alma arrive at his side with a knowing expression.

There was a door, a door that hadn't been there the night before when they went to sleep, glowing with floating golden dust of magic waiting to be unleashed by Carmen. Bruno thought his daughter wouldn't get one, given that she didn't have Madrigal blood running through her veins, but there it was.

"Is that for me?" Carmen asked with an aggressive rush of energy at everyone's silence. "Does that mean I'm getting gift?"

"So it seams," Bruno responded with a fine thread for a voice.

All of them stared at the door, still in shock, for a little longer, before Mirabel clapped, snapping them out of their trance. "We have a ceremony to throw, familia! Let's go!" She ordered taking her cousin from her tío's arms and started going down the stairs. "We need decorations, and food, and... Mami! Do we still have the dress I used for my gift ceremony?!"

Bruno simply couldn't take his eyes of the door, of the recognition of his daughter as a Madrigal in all the meaning of the word, even as his eyes started to water up. His mother gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek, before grabbing his hand and guiding him back to the room for Carmen's breakfast.

#colombia #luisa encanto #isabela encanto #camilo encanto #mirabel encanto #encanto #bruno encanto #pepa encanto #encanto movie #encanto 2021 #encanto disney #encanto disney+ #no se habla de bruno #we don't talk about bruno #bruno madrigal #encanto bruno #bruno x reader #bruno x oc #dolores madrigal #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #agustin madrigal #julieta madrigal #pepa madrigal #alma madrigal #familia madrigal #family madrigal #fluff

[newtsniffles]

Always Yours | Bruno Madrigal - CH 1

Always Yours | Bruno Madrigal x OC(Fem)

PROLOGUE | CH1 | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6

fanfic rated mature(M) for language and suggestive scenes

part rated: (T)

word count: >1000

warnings: incorrect spanish?

⧖

“Señorita Reina! Dinner is ready,” a young Dolores knocks on the door of the nursery. Reina stands from the bed, stretching after a much-needed nap.

“Thank you, Dolores,” the dark-haired female smiles as she opens the door, following the younger to the dining room.

When she had walked in there were many faces she had yet to meet. A woman wearing a blue dress with curly hair tied up in a bun, she was very pretty. Who Reina could assume was her husband sat next to her. A tall individual wearing a blue suit and host of a thin moustache on his top lip. Then there was a young girl with a flower in her hair, anybody could tell she grow up to be beautiful. Another younger girl, who was quite built considering being so young.

Then there sat a male with scruffy hair and light stubble. His eyes were wide-open despite the tired-looking eye bags below them. He wore a green ruana and appeared to be quite skinny. Reina found him quite attractive, I mean, she didn’t really understand why. Is that what she was into? Scruffy hair and eye bags?

“Reina! Have a seat, I’ll introduce you,” Pepa smiled, tapping the seat next to her which also happened to be next to the green-clad man. Reina sat down, feeling awfully out of place, but at the same time, more in place than she had her entire life. It was a peculiar feeling.

“Hola everyone, I’m Reina,” she introduced herself loud enough for everybody to hear.

“Hola, I’m Julieta. This is my husband Agustín, and my daughters, Isabela and Luisa.” She gestures to the man in blue first and then to the two young girls sat at the table.

“I’m um, I’m Bruno,” he hesitates to introduce himself. He isn’t shy as such, it’s just that so many people end up not liking him. He’s nervous that the pretty woman sitting beside him would get angry because he might end up killing her goldfish.

“It’s lovely to meet you all.” Reina smiles at everybody sitting at the table. “I’ve heard about the amazing things you can do.”

“For you,” Isabela reaches across the table. Handing a beautiful rose to the older woman.

“Gracias, it’s lovely.”

“Reina, I’ve spoken to some of the builders in town and they have started preparations. It should only take a few days.”

“You have no idea how grateful I am,” the blue-eyed woman felt so emotional, but it would be a bit weird if she broke down into tears in front of the Madrigals.

“So, Reina, what brought you to the Encanto?” Julieta asks, trying to strike up friendly conversation.

“Reina is actually your papá’s friend’s daughter,” Alma explains to her kids at the table.

“Papá always spoke highly of the Encanto, said he’d bring me one day.” Reina smiled at the memories of her father. “He passed away when I was a teenager, so he never got to. I thought I’d come myself and see why he loved it so much.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Bruno speaks up. He couldn’t even think about losing his family. He loved them far too much, he’d rather die himself. Reina gives a small smile to the ruana wearing man before returning her attention back to the others as they asked more questions. She answered all that she could, keeping out the details of being shunned by her whole town and her abilities.

-

After dinner, Reina had made her way outside, exploring the surroundings of Casita, in which she had found out was… alive, during dinner. It was quite the view, the entire Encanto could be seen from the top of the hill in which Casita stood. What she didn’t expect to find was Bruno, sitting on the grass and looking out at the same view.

“Hola,” she smiled as she went and sat next to him. Maybe, she might actually gain a friend for once.

“Ah!” Bruno jumped; he hadn’t heard the woman coming. The same woman now bursting with laughter at his expression.

“I didn’t think I was that stealthy,” she spoke between her laughter. “Also admiring the view?”

“Y-yeah,” he nods, catching his breath from the jumpscare moments ago. Maybe, for once, someone might not hate him. “It’s a very pretty sight.”

“It really is,” her eyes were bright as she took in the sight in front of her. “My hometown was nothing like this. It was quite run down, and not a very friendly place.”

“Well, I hope you like it here,” Bruno gives Reina a soft smile. “I’d offer to take you on a tour, but I don’t really like going into town.”

“Can I ask, why not?”

“People don’t really like me,” he admits. “They think I make bad things happen.”

“Why would they think that? You seem really friendly,” Reina turns to face the man instead of the view. Bruno had his fingers on resting on his lap as they fiddled with each other. “Is it about the hurricane on Pepa’s wedding day?”

“That wasn’t even a prophecy,” he muttered, just loud enough to hear. “She was just stressed,” he said louder, sitting up straight and looking the woman beside him in the eye.

“So… let me guess.” Reina places a finger on her lips. “Since you can see the future,” she uses her hands to over-dramatize the word ‘future.’ “You’ve seen things people don’t like and they blame it on you.”

“How did you know?” Bruno’s eyes grow wide.

“Well, I mean, Pepa told me what each of you can do. But the rest is common sense.”

“You’re not wrong,” he sighs. “Some woman thinks I killed her goldfish.”

“People don’t think very much, señor Bruno, and when they do, it’s often badly about others.” Reina shrugs. “Humans have a habit of blaming bad things on everybody but themselves. And somethings are nobodies’ fault and yet they still need someone to blame. I’m not saying it’s a good thing. But I guess it could be classified as a coping mechanism.”

“You have a way with words, señorita Reina.” Bruno couldn’t believe his ears, nor his eyes. There was finally someone that understood, and they were pretty too. But he couldn’t help but doubt. If he had a prophecy about her, would she hate it and blame him? Maybe he’ll refrain from having one.

“You wanna know a secret?”

“Hm?”

“Nobody really liked me in my hometown either, at all. Not even my own mother.” Reina was unsure of why she was telling this to a man she just met. But he had such a gentle aura around him, and the way he spoke was so soft, as were his eyes. Perhaps it was the similar experiences that he has faced. “I didn’t even tell her when I left.”

“You’re very nice,” Bruno announces without thinking. “I mean, you seem like everybody would like you.”

“The same goes for you,” she chuckles. “I might not know you very well yet, but you seem like a very lovely man, señor Bruno.”

“Por favor, please just call me Bruno,” he pauses for a moment. “Yet? You want to know me more?”

“Is that so strange?”

“Everybody hears the rumours and gets scared.”

“No offence, Bruno. But I don’t think you could be scary if you tried,” Reina shrugs.

“You’re too kind, señorita Reina,” he smiles, more than he has in quite a while.

“Call me Reina, it’s only fair if I’m calling you Bruno,” she stands from the ground with a yawn. “It’s been a long day, buenas noches. I hope we can talk like this again.”

“Buenas noches, I do too.” Bruno watches Reina walk back into Casita, and for the first time in forever, his shoulders felt a little lighter.

#fanfic #fanfiction #oc #oneshot #one shot #encanto #disney #disney encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno #madrigal family #mirabel #camilo #luisa madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #dolores #antonio madrigal #antonio #isabela #isabela madrigal #abuela #encanto headcanons #bruno headcanons #headcanons #bruno encanto x reader #bruno madrigal fanfiction

[julietas-basil]

So I would like to introduce my first male!oc :3

Introduction:

Backstory;

Vasíl is a Greek refugee,he ended up in Encanto when he was 25,was in the navy but fell in love with the people and the beauty of the village and ended up there. He had no family back in Greece. Though he found comfort in Señora Guzman's family and helped the family economically. Later on he fell in love with Julieta after getting injured by a heavy object. They ended up together after a year.

Name: Vasíl

Age: 35

Hair: brown black

Eyes: Whiskey brown

Facial hair: totally has mustache and a beard

Physical appearance; tanned, few freckles and red apples/nose, 5'9",muscular,wears glasses (low astigmatism,myopia), he wears a colombian shirt white,a pair of Capri brown pants and olive green espandrillas.

Personality: Isfj-A,loves smiling and smiles,nostalgic,logical and down to earth, changes to anger often. Thoughtful,caring,loves caressing Julieta's hair and cuddles.

Likes: Julieta, cooking,eating,dancing,Spanish,the madrigals,acts of service,drawing,doing his wood carving job,working out,swimming,spring. Also has a good relationship with Julieta's and Pépa's family and Helps Alma very often with furniture and such-

Sexuality: Straight (can be polyarmorous in alternate ending or au in a relationship between Agustín and Julieta) he loves a good mommy

👀

#encanto oc #omg #julieta madrigal #Vasíl #my boy #julieta x male!reader #encanto fic #encanto fluff #so oof #the madrigals #encanto #cute #senora guzman #my art #sketching #sketch #julieta x reader #julieta

[justanisabelakinnie]

Hi!

My name is Aisha Bella, and welcome to my sideblog! As you can tell, this is a place to talk about how awesome Isabela is, and to just overall appreciate her, I love Isabela so much and she is my favorite character in Encanto! So I decided to make a blog about her because she deserves more appreciation. My main blog is @thisismisogynoir, but you can PM this blog as well! I also run @princessefemmelesbian. 

This is a place to have fun, hate will not be tolerated. 

Header was made by @hourglass-dreams. 

DNI if: 

--You hate Isabela(obviously). 

--You are a proshipper/support Madrigalcest. 

--You are prejudiced and promote misogynoir, racism, sexism, ableism, homophobia, lesbophobia, anti-Semitism, transphobia, etc. 

--You are a TERF, a radfem, or a SWERF. All people are welcome here and that includes trans women! 

--You sexualize any of the minors in this fandom(or any fandom, or anywhere, for that matter!). 

--You villainize any of the female Madrigals. 

--You believe in “narcissistic abuse” or otherwise demonize cluster-b personality disorders. 

--You support mspec lesbians/gays(lesbians do not like men, gay men do not like women, I thought that was fucking obvious atp but noooo...). 

--You think “transandrophobia” is a real fucking thing. It isn’t. 

UPDATE AS OF 4/9/2022: If you have a fic that you think I should read(whether you wrote it or not), then feel free to recommend it to me! Please tell me what the fic is about and what I am to look out for before reading in case it gets dark(I can handle dark.). But please DO NOT recommend me fics that are: 

--Camilo or Bruno-centric 

--Portray Alma as the villain 

--Promote incest, pedophilia, and rape 

--NSFW/Dead Dove 

--Isabela x Male Reader/OC/crossover character 

--Demonize ANY of the characters(meaning no villain AU) 

--Papa Bruno 

--Contain graphic suicide scenes 

--Mirabel dies(or that kill off any of the characters) 

--Ship Julieta/Agustin, Pepa/Felix, or Dolores/Mariano with literally anybody except their canon pairs. 

--Isabela/Mariano(this is an egregious case that deserves a special calling out, I hope I don’t have to explain why) 

--M/M 

--Stoner AU 

If you recommend me these, I literally will just delete your ask/submission and not even give them the time of day. And if you lie to me/mislead me, I will block you. 

Enjoy! 

#isabela madrigal #encanto #me #dni list #pinned post #read pinned

[travisphelpslover]

Characters I’ll write for and fanfics from those characters ^^

Sally Face

-Travis Phelps

-Sal Fisher

-Larry Johnson

-Ash (forgot her last name)

Camp Camp

-David

-Gwen

-Daniel (maybe)

Gravity Falls

-Dipper

-mable

-Robbie

FNaF

-Michael Afton

-William Afton

-Phone Dude/Guy

-Monty

-Roxy

-Glam Freddy

-Glam Chica

-Vanessa

-Vanny

-GlitchTrap

-Springtrap

-every other animatronic will be platonic

Helluva Boss

-Moxxie

-Blitzo

-Stolas

-Millie

TBHK

-Hanako

-Kou

-Mitsuba

-Yashiro

-Natsuhiko

-Sakura

-that one teacher

Saiki K

-saiki

-kaidou

-teruhashi

Genshin Impact

-Jean

-Kaeya

-Traveler

-Mona

-Diluc

-Amber

-Kazuha

-Childe

-scaramouche

-basically anyone but the kids

Encanto

-Mirabel

-Camilo

-Isabela

-Luisa

-Dolores

-Pepa

-Felix

-Agustin

-Bruno

-Julieta

Legend

-Day/Daniel Wing

Haikyuu

-Kenma

-Hinata

-Tsukishima

-Yachi

-suga

-yamaguchi

-bokuto

-Kageyama

(And more ^^)

Danganronpa

-Hajime

-Nagito

-Mikan

-Ibuki

-Makato

-Toko

-Kyoko

-komaru

-kokichi

-shuichi

-k1-b0

Hunter x Hunter

-killua

-Gon

-Kurapika

-Leorio

Doki Doki Literature Club

-Monika

-Yuri

HeartStopper

-Charlie

-Nick

-Elle

-Tao

Metal Family

-Dee

-Heavy

-Glam

-Victoria

-Lif

Ocs

Haven’t posted anything about them but will add them when I do ^^

#sally face #fnaf #TBHK #saiki k #encanto #hunter x hunter #ddlc #x male reader #danganronpa #haikyuu #legend marie lu #genshin impact #south park #gravity falls #camp camp

[itsapapisongo]

way back when | dolores madrigal

pairing: dolores madrigal x male oc | platonic

genre: fluff | slice of life

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: he’s always been the one to whisper, whether near or far. she’s always been the one to listen, whether he knew it or not. or a glimpse into the friendship of the boy that wouldn’t shut up and the girl who barely spoke at all.

warnings: mentions of anxiety and depression, and some language.

author’s note: the first of a series of little snippets into the life of the madrigals, which has been tentatively titled i can live off love and will definitely include camilo and his shapeshifting shenanigans; luisa and her inner struggles as the strongest madrigal; and agustín and félix being supportive husbands and fathers. nicolás is an original character and, despite a two-year difference, intended to be dolores’ childhood best friend.

taglist: @channoticedmeuwu | @sehunniepotwrites | @blossom-hwa | @masterninjacow |

“ABRE LOS OJOS,” said Abuela, her voice soft and laced with affection. She stroked her granddaughter’s chin, gently lifting it so that their eyes met. “Do not be afraid, mija. Open your eyes.”

Dolors Madrigal opened her eyes and tentatively glanced at her grandmother before turning to the door in front of them. The door was tall, nondescript, and boring compared to her mother’s or Aunt Julieta’s or even Abuela’s. And yet despite its lack of magic, the doorknob beckoned to her just as the candle had.

Abuela gently laid a hand on her shoulder. “It is time,” she announced not only to her but to the rest of the family and the crowd gathered to witness the ceremony.

Dolores nodded, feeling everyone’s eyes on her. She swore she could hear their bated breath as Abuela told everyone that it was now the time to be silent. Everyone quieted down, though she could make out someone talking in hushed tones, and Dolores felt suddenly anxious in the midst of the silence that enveloped her. She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, then tightly held Abuela’s hand.

“Will you use your gift to serve this community?” Abuela asked her, suddenly speaking in a solemn, if ceremonial voice. She looked upon her granddaughter with nothing but warmth. “Will you earn the miracle and make us proud?”

Dolores stared, glancing between the door and Abuela. “I do,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper.

Her grandmother leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Louder so that everyone can hear you.”

“I do,” she said a little louder, nodding shyly. “I will earn and use my gift in service to the community.”

Abuela smiled, her eyes shining with love, hope, and pride. She nodded, eyes moving from Dolores to the door, as if to say go and seize your future. She took three steps forward and reached out, her hand hovering over the doorknob. For a second, she hesitated and the pride Abuela felt and displayed in her face was replaced by worry until Dolores closed her eyes again and touched the doorknob.

Almost immediately her body lit up and she was touched by magic.

After that, everything changed.

Though Dolores couldn’t tell if it was for better or for worse.

DOLORES HEARD EVERYTHING and everyone.

That had been her Gift: an incredibly precise and keen yet sensitive sense of hearing.

And though it was mostly out of her control, she often preferred to catch what others were saying instead of listening to them because it meant she didn’t have to exhaust herself as much. She made the occasional exception, though, whenever Abuela talked at the head of the table or directly at her to remember to do this or wear that or sit a little straighter, just like that, perfecto.

Dolores did, however, focus on specific things—like the rats’ squeaking behind Casita’s walls or whenever her papá, Félix, tried to have seconds—simply because it piqued her interest. But then there were the conversations she’d rather not know about and those were the ones that were impossible to tune out because of how loud they were.

Like, for example, how Osvaldo was telling Paco how he’d lost three pounds in the past week. Dolores knew he hadn’t and hearing him lying about it had her rolling her eyes. It almost ruined her evening but just as she squeaked—both inwardly and out loud to dampen the conversation’s volume—she heard him walking up to the house with the rest of the town.

And she knew he knew she was listening because he was muttering to himself. He was complaining how Abuela glared at him when she walked past the colmado and had the “misfortune” of getting a glimpse of him. Dolores chuckled at that, putting a hand over her mouth to cover the sound even though she knew no one would hear her.

She kept hearing him whispering and chuckling to himself, as he walked up the stairs and sheepishly greeted the rest of her family. Maribel was equally surprised and ecstatic to see him, asking if he was on his way to see Dolores and if they were going to rumbear later in the night after her Gift ceremony.

“I don’t know, Mira,” he replied, chortling. “Maybe.”

“I hope you get a chance to.”

His laugh echoed outside and inside her room, resonating with warmth in her head. She felt rather than hear him kneeling as he whispered conspiratorially, “You know what? I do, too.”

Maribel giggled which only made him laugh with her. Dolores smiled at them but her smile faltered when Abuela called after Mirabel from the first floor, her voice startling the three of them.

“Coming, Abuela!” Mirabel answered back, though she winced and leaned into the door to whisper, “Sorry, prima.”

Ay, Mirabel, she thought, hands covering her ears as she shook her head. Just as everything seemed to quiet down—though not quite, she could hear her parents and Tío Agustín greeting the arriving guests—she heard him softly knocking on her door and asking if he could come in.

“Pasa, nene,” she said, trying and failing to keep a straight face. “It’s open.”

As he entered, Nicolás Balmaceda had that knowing smile plastered on his heart-shaped face. He was thin like Tío Agustín and smaller than her by an inch or two or three. He was also all messy, shoulder-length hair, sun-kissed skin, and hazel eyes. Despite being ten, it seemed he was bound to inherit the broad-shoulders and the rugged good looks that his grandfather, Don Julio, had in his youth. Dolores found him adorable more than anything else and often teased him because of how Esmeralda and María looked at him.

She greeted him with a smile, her head tilted to the side as she crossed her arms. “You’re so loud,” she told him.

Nicolás made a face then cleared his throat as quietly as possible. “Hey,” he whispered in a deliberately hoarse voice.

She giggled. “Hey.”

He nodded and closed the door behind himself. Though he was wearing a maroon ruana two sizes too big, she could tell he was standing with his hands behind his back. She heard him rubbing his hands then stopping, aware that he was probably being too loud again. He wasn’t and he never was, but she wouldn’t tell him that because he would apologize profusely and make a big deal about it.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, hoping to break the tension.

“I slept well.” Dolores shrugged then she squeaked.

Nicolás scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

Dolores smiled thinly, her eyes searching for something to do or somewhere to go. She settled by deflating and giving a small, dejected shrug. She learned a while ago that lying to him was useless. Not because he could tell when she was lying—which he definitely could—but because she wasn’t any good at it. He was younger but he was wise beyond his years and he could always tell when someone wasn’t being honest. She chalked it up to being around Don Julio, who had the innate talent of simply looking at someone to know if they were being embusteros or not. Maybe broad shoulders wasn’t the only thing Nicolás was going to inherit from him . . .

“Mirabel looks very calm for a day like today . . .” Nicolás muttered, his eyes taking in the new padding her dad, Tío Agustín, and Casita had added to the room’s walls. He nodded, as if in approval, and sat on the edge of her bed. “Are you Madrigals always this calm when the magic happens?”

A small, if tired smile tugged at her lips. “She spent an hour or so talking to Casita about how nervous she was.” Dolores brushed a few strands of hair off her face. “She ended up sneaking into Tía Julieta’s room and sleeping with her and Tío Agustín.”

Nicolás chuckled, shaking his head. That sounded like Mirabel all right.

“So she’s well-rested, but they certainly aren’t.”

“Yeah.” She nodded then pursed her lips, thinking. “Did Abuela really glare at you?”

He shrugged, half-smiling. “Kind of. I think she was glaring at Abuelo and I happened to be in the way.”

“Ay!” Dolores exclaimed, rubbing her forehead. “She can be so judgemental.”

“Grandparents tend to be like that. I think that at their age there’s no point in holding back so you just . . . glare at people, y’know?” Nicolás’ eyes widened as he pouted in a it-is-what-it-is sort of way. “Abuelo doesn’t glare, though. He just stares, clicks his tongue, and mutters under his breath.”

Dolores snorted, her hand moving to cover her mouth but just as quickly she removed it. Nicolás never cared if she said the “wrong” thing. He only cared that she spoke her mind as truthfully as she could.

“Yeah, I’ve heard him. . .” she admitted, giggling.

He stared, clicked his tongue, and shook his head, perfectly mimicking his grandfather.

“That makes two of us, Lola.”

This time Dolores covered her mouth, suppressing a nervous squeak. He stared at her, making a face of confusion as she glanced at the door then back at him. He followed her gaze, cocked his head, and motioned a hand as if to say, ¿qué te pasa, nena?

“If Abuela hears you calling me that . . .”

“She’ll what?” Nicolás narrowed his eyes, smirking. “Glare at me until I drop dead?”

“Hush!” Dolores put a finger against her lips and shook her head, eyes wide in panic. “Calla boca.”

He blinked, his brow furrowed as realized something, then he chortled, pointing a finger at her. “Jueputa,” he exclaimed a little louder than he intended, “you look like your mom.”

At the sound of the obscenity, she cringed. It echoed in her ears then her head and hearing it form him was strange. It wasn’t a matter about him cussing—she would giggle or crack a shocked smile whenever the word slipped out of his mouth—but he seldom uttered the word in her presence. Which meant Nicolás had spoken without thinking and the guilty look he was giving her confirmed her assumption.

“That just—” he grimaced “—slipped out.”

She shook her head dismissively and reached out to hold his hand. “I know, bobo,” she whispered, winking to reassure him she wouldn’t tell his abuelo. “It happens.”

His shoulders sagged in relief. He squeezed her hand and began to swing it back and forth, smiling up at her and slowly but surely dragging her towards the door. Dolores tensed, putting her weight on her feet, but he was stronger than she remembered. A giggle then a laugh escaped her lips as he began mumbling a tune her papá, Félix, always sung to her mother whenever he wanted to lift her spirits.

“The ceremony could start at any minute.” Nicolás’ hand was on the doorknob. “We should go and mingle with the paisanos before Doña Alma starts asking about you.”

“The ceremony doesn’t start until—oh, Abuela is asking about me.”

“Pfft. Te lo dije.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he opened the door, and the buzz of several conversations and people laughing immediately bounced off the room’s padded walls. He instantly closed the door, smiling a toothy smile as though apologizing. “As always I have terrible timing.”

Dolores, who had cupped her hands on her ears even before the door was opened, narrowed her eyes at him and pursed her lips to display her you’re-an-idiot face. Nicolás could only shrug, the gesture akin to someone putting a brave face through the pain.

“You think?” she asked, sarcasm dripping off her words.

“Casita, tell her it wasn’t my fault.”

The windows opened and closed as two floorboards rose from the ground, mimicking someone throwing their hands in the air in bewilderment. It was as if the whole room—the whole Casita, in fact—wasn’t going to take his side and was saying no comment. Dolores smiled in vindication, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, pushing her tongue against her cheek.

“Okay, I get it . . .” Nicolás raised his arms in defeat. He gently tapped his left foot, creating a tuk-tuk sound that made Dolores cock her head and repeat it in her head, committing it to memory. “Casita, you’re biased.”

The windows opened and closed again in agreement.

He nodded and said, “I can respect that.”

Dolores squeaked. “We should go. The ceremony is about to start—” she paused, tilting her head as if hearing something from afar and nodded. She took Nicolás’ hand and intertwined it with her own. “It’s gonna start in fifteen minutes.”

Nicolás reached for the doorknob again, but didn’t turn it. He waited until she squeezed his hand and nodded to open the door.

“Then we should go ahead and mingle,” he whispered.

Dolores looked at him fondly.

“We should.”

JUST LIKE EVERYONE else, she looked on as Mirabel walked up to the stairs, held Abuela’s hand, and reached out to receive her Gift.

To everyone’s surprise and subsequent horror, the door glowed for a second before it started to dwindle until it ultimately disappeared. She heard the gasps and the questions and the clicking of tongues, and her heart threatened to break. Nicolás, who stood beside his Abuelo, glanced in Dolores’ direction, confusion and sadness in his eyes. No one understood what had happened because, well, it was the first time that something like this had occurred.

Every Madrigal—even the tío no one spoke about, the one she was certain was still around—had received their Gift and their room without exception. All but Mirabel . . .

Dolores heard Abuela muttering to herself—questioning what she had witnessed, whether or not it had been her fault—and Mirabel’s quiet and perplexed sobs and wanted to do nothing but reassure them both that it wasn’t either of their faults. But how could she? No one really understood the Miracle let alone try to justify its lack of generosity tonight.

Everyone—family and townsfolk alike—looked to Abuela for guidance, to help them comprehend the lack of celebration, the lack of a Gift. But Abuela offered no answers and no guidance. She simply apologized and politely dismissed everyone, thanking them for coming and asking them to be patient and understanding. As the people began to file out of Casita, mumbling about how this didn’t bode well for the family, Nicolás approached Dolores and asked what would happen next but she, too, had no answers to give him.

“I wanna hug her,” she heard him whisper. “She needs to know this doesn’t change how I see her or feel about her. She’s still special to me.”

Dolores smiled at that. She knew he meant it and she knew with a certainty only adults tend to have that Abuela would not agree with him.

For the second time in her life, everything changed.

And for the first time in a long time, Dolores Madrigal couldn’t tell if it was for better or for worse.

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