#bruno madrigal x oc
Encanto Oc AU: Sonia & Miles
*It’s barely Sunset when the celebration of Antonio’s Birthday has begun, As Early arrivals walked in the Madrigal home, Two familar villagers stopped yards away from the house*
Miles: Mamá, Do we really have to be here? I love my primito & prima Mirabel but I doubt the rest of Papa’s family will be happy to see us. I would rather stay with Abuelo Ciel.
Sonia: Ay, Hijo. *cup/hold his cheek* Then they will have to deal with it. If They confront one of us, Don’t let them get to you. Just have fun. I’ll meet you ,with your papa, upstairs after Antonio opens his door
MyWIP for the Day
(Hint/fun fact: Singing small duets are their secret thing to do alone. Who wants to guess what song they’re singing?Plus i think Bruno has a great singing voice from All of you)
FAMILY PHOTO: La Familia Méndez, Residents of Encanto since it’s founding.
(Top left) SONI- Sonia.I.Méndez,Daughter of Karmen & Ciel, older sister to Milo. She adores working w/her father at their Pottery shop. Soni enjoys to get her hands dirty when it comes to clay & paint. Unlike her carefree father, her Mother would teach Sonia how to be a wife as well know how to sing perfectly up to her standards. When she has a dayoff, Sonia loves to play w/her little brother, Milo & hang out w/ Bruno & the other teens in the Village.
(Top right) MILO- Milo.I.Méndez, Son of Ciel & Karmen, baby brother of Sonia. Milo would play in the garden,making things out of Mud, getting interested in building structures. He would Pull Sonia away from her job to play in the forest,every now & then, mostly he enjoys her company as she reads him bedtime stories or sing a lullaby.(Also as an adult, he’s the father of pumped Juancho)
(Bottom left) CIEL-Ciel Ibarra,Father of Sonia & Milo Méndez, Husband of Karmen. He used to live in the same village as his old friend, Pedro, before the rein. A proud Blacksmith like his father as well as a Crafter in Clay. He Met Karmen when she was on Tour. Ciel adores his kids as well as support their interest. He doesn’t like to be strict as his wife but will intervene when necessary.
(Bottom right) KARMEN- Karmen Méndez,Mother of Sonia & Milo, Wife of Ciel. A Strong & strict woman, She was a opera singer in México, who gotten her break doing tours down to Colombia before meeting Ciel as well retire from her career. She birthed Sonia after a year living in Encanto. The miracle, that Alma kept safe, was Not a gift in her eyes, it was a burden. Karmen didn’t like how it changed her husband’s deceased friend’s wife so She avoided her as much as she can. Karmen wanted Sonia to be ready for her life, from her experience, Looks & Talent can only get her so far.
I’ll add more facts/sketches about them soon. Keep being wonderfully weird & dorky! ^^
I Can’t stop looking at This Amazing AU in a Au by @papermachette&@my-gunpowderat@lethalamigos & thanks for giving me an Inspiration art rush.
[This a bit of a AU in a AU in a AU]
EncantoAU Sonia:José, Bruno & Sonia became friends when Bruno dragged/introduced José by visiting to her father’s pottery shop while she worked. Soni & José had some things in common;They both love Bruno & want to protect him, They’re both dorks for stories/writing, & they like to show they’re tough on the outside. She detests Chepe & flat out ignores him when they were barely teens after she found out that He was one of bullies that were taking hits at Bruno.
*One Afternoon when Soni had her day off while hanging w/the boys, she rant to them about her morning w/her mother*
>Sonia:Can You believe her!?! At breakfast, Mi Mamá tried to set me up with Chepe, after speaking w/his father!!! *Crosses her arms* Chepe, Out of All the guys in the Encanto, She chose…the jerk. I’m better off dating one of you two. *harshly groans in anger*
<*José&Bruno, looking at each other from behind, were both concerned & unsure for three reason. Reason #1:About Soni’s mother matchmaking her w/random young men. Reason #2:They both know how Chepe is w/dating, & Reason #3: They don’t know if she was kidding or not about her dating of one of them.*>
I hope You guys enjoyed this!!! Keep on Drawing & being your- wonderfully weird-self!!!
I just Love @my-gunpowder ’s Encanto Oc, Jose Guzman. Omg, seeing Bruno & Jose as dorks in love absolutely makes my heart race from Cuteness. The Brawn & the Seer, the art style of this, makes this ship so intriguing to see what’s next for them. He’ll make a great addition to the ‘we love Bruno’ fan club.
**As for My Oc, Sonia Mendez, She’s a Tough one, but only shows her soft side to Bruno and his Nieces/Nephews. She’ll beat up anyone who’ll dare to hurt a hair on his head. As an Old friend & a Love interest for Bruno, She’ll want to make sure anyone who’s interested in Brunito, Passes the test.**
>Sonia: *smirks* You are handome, I’ll give you that. Do you promise to help me ,& the others, to look after our beloved Green-eyed seer?
>Jose:*Smiles playfully as he glanced at Bruno then studies her stance,nods* How can I deny a gracious offer from a reasonable spitfire as yourself? You got yourself a deal, Señora Flama.
<Bruno:*glances both of them, left to right* You two do know I’m right here right? I’m not that Helpless, Thank you.
What I did for Valentine’s Day this year ❤❤
Hello Fellow Humans!!!
Its been while since my last Post, This Valentine’s day, I used my ‘Single’ time by drawing up some Oc x Bruno Madrigal sketches. I just love seeing fans drawing Brunoin their style.I’ve been adding more stuff for my social medias but you know, 'Afraid of being judged or thinking I’m weird’ I’ve been obsessed with Encanto for the past 3 months? Yeah, so Here you go!!
You can Watch it On my page
Knock On Wood
Word count: 0
Characters: Bruno Madrigal, Adelita (mentions; Isabela Madrigal, Pepa Madrigal)
Summary: Bruno adores his child.
Warnings: Fluff, and father daughter bonding
Notes: I figured it was high time I actually wrote a complete thing for my Dad Bruno au. I couldn’t let go of the idea of Bruno’s child picking up some of his habits. This was the result.
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In the kitchen, the smell is more delicious than any single thing cooking in there: the ajiaco, sancocho, buñuelos. A pleasant blend that bathes the warm room and wafts out the open entryway and windows to tease nearby travelers.
It has been a while since Bruno has had the chance to spend precious time with his querida, Adelita. His family, as much as he loves them, had hardly given him a moment with her since she’d moved into la casa Madrigal merely two weeks ago.
“Mambrú se fue a la guerra, ¡qué dolor, qué dolor, qué pena!. Mambrú se fue a la guerra, no sé cuando vendrá.”
Humming back to her Pa, the little girl sits at the dining table. Her bright yellow headband, decked with marigolds, embroidered with three small ribbons; aquarium teal, tangerine orange, and sap green, dually contrasting her dark balayage hair and fitting in with the yellow shades of the room.
The kitchen is an earthy clay tone, yellow stucco and saltillo tiles with an open arch entryway. The wooden shelves are more teal where the varnish holds and faded, almost pale, in areas that experienced a barrage of sunlight. The cabinets and shelves are stocked with dishes, cups, and bowls, and assorted spices; everything a healer would need to hone their craft. What’s more than that, the shelves and counters are ornamented with succulents and ferns tended by Isabela.
“Look it!” Adelita cheerily declares. Her smile stretches with excitement, as she reveals the drawing she’d been working on.
Bruno moves across the kitchen and sits at the table in the seat beside her. He then swaps with her, taking her drawing in exchange for a wooden spoon coated with rich golden hued dulce de leche.
“Ooo,” she cooed. Her already large smile spreads further to move her freckles. She looks as if she was just handed the brightest star in the sky. Her deep brown eyes, richer almost than the caramelized milk, brim with excitement. “Can I eat this?” She asked, eyes flicking up to Bruno.
“Sí, mi querida.”
Adelita squeals in the febrile air. Dangling meters above the floor, her legs kick back and forth wildly, as if they were on broken hinges caught in the wind. Watching the little girl burst over something so simple, Bruno can’t help chuckle.
He’d been collecting Adelita’s drawings since before she was his. Still, she is less than five. Her artwork is multi-coloured jottings and scribbles. Rudimentary at best. Bruno knows his child’s work well enough to recognise some shapes; lopsided smiley faces, squiggly clouds, and slanted rainbows. Unfortunately, none of those were visible on this particular piece.
With Lita distracted by the candied spoon, he estimates he can look ahead just a few seconds to see his daughter tell him herself what she has created. Without his sand and unable to use his usual ritual materials, as they would draw attention, he settles for knocking on wood.
“Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock on wood.”
Bruno shuts his eyes momentarily as he exhales sharply and opens them once again when he feels his vision spinning and whirling like Antonio’s toy top. From his eyes appears a soft yet vibrant emerald green glow.
A minute passes. His eyes clear, simmering down to their natural luminance.
It takes a second or two for the new information to sink it. Though his heart swells in anticipation for the excitement he knows his child will soon possess. “Mira, taught you how to make a capycorn?” He flips the paper around so the image faces its creator.
Adelita stares up at him. The spoon held lazily in one hand, its tip still in her mouth. Not at all the reaction he but moments ago envisioned her having.
The future isn’t guaranteed, he reminds himself.
There is an adorable moment where Adelita’s face washes blank with confusion. He watches the curiosity register on her freckled face before she positions an elbow on the table and rests her face on her palm.
A small smile plays on Bruno’s lips, watching her crinkle her nose. She has a look about her, that concentrated look children have when their young minds thrust into overdrive to solve something that perplexed them.
“Papi? Why do you knock on wood?” She asked. She reaches down the table, clasping her tiny fingers around his wrist and pulls it before herself. She aligns her palm with his. Her hand is a mouse in his, small and gentle.
Bruno shrugs, letting his gaze drop. “Oh, it’s just a thing I do to ward off bad stuff,” he explained, picking at some wood splintering from the edge of the table.
“Oh,” she repeated. Her mouth falls into a perfect circle. Her eyes narrow, a deep, focused intensity behind them as she studies his fingers, curling them one by one until she shapes his hand into a complete fist. “Did it work?” She questioned. Her attention momentarily flickers to him.
She sits on her knees, discarding the wooden spoon on the table. Dulce de lech and saliva drip from the tip, oozing down onto the table. Bruno makes a mental note to wipe the mess up later.
Now with both hands, the little girl takes her Pa’s fisted hand in her and raises it. Sticking her tongue out, as if the minor action will help her aim, she carefully taps his knuckle against the wooden table top twice.
“Knock, knock…” she quoted.
Her face twists, eyebrows furrowing, lips falling into a frown. Her mouth opens but no words come out, instead an indignant whine slips out.
“-Knock, knock, knock. Knock on wood.” Bruno completed, using his free hand to thump the table twice, then his temple once.
Her face lit up, brighter than the sun on Pepa’s happiest days, a smile completely enveloping her face. Giggles bubble out of her. When she laughs, her eyes squeeze shut, crinkling at the corners.
Her laughter is the world, and in this moment Bruno feels complete.
“No!” she squealed, swatting at his hand. “You’re not made of wood,” she manages to say between bales of giggles. Her sweet, almost melodic laughter can be heard throughout the house.
Her laugh is contagious. Even Casita can’t resist. The tiles of the kitchen floor spring up and bounce as if they were frogs. The cabinets open and shut, trying to match the beat of her laughter, and shelves shake.
Bruno’s chuckle is light, laced with a hum of amusement at the moment. The corner of his mouth rises into his cheek. A spark of mischief in his verdant eyes signals he’s about to perform playfully.
"I’m not?” He questioned, feigning shock.
Adelita shakes her head.
“Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock. Knock on wood.” Bruno again recited. This time he thumps his fist against the table five times, then carefully bumps his daughter’s forehead once.
Her nose twitches. She processes his act and in an instant, a high pitched gleeful squeal escapes her lips, renting through the air. She further dissolves, crossing her arms over her stomach in an attempt to catch her breath, into a puddle of laughter.
“No, no! I’m not wood either!”
Bruno leans over so his forehead is pressing against hers. "Are you sure?” He interrogated, narrowing his eyes.
Adelita bit at her lip, scrunching her nose. She tries to suppress her laughter, but ends up bursting into another torrent of giggles. “Mm. For super sure.” She replied as she used her forehead to push his head back.
Bruno could see she needed time to catch her breath. The child’s breathing had become wheezy and worrisome. The lack of air was beginning to make her gasp, as if the wind had been swiftly knocked out of her. Still, she is smiling. Her mouth spread wide in a childishly lopsided grin.
Bruno brings her onto his lap, rubbing her back in a soothing circle. Adelita relaxes against him so fully, he feels all her weight slump across him. She inhales slowly, still a bit shaky. Bruno, only for a moment, settles his chin atop her head before looking down and asking.
“Then what are you made of?”
She moves closer so that he feels the warmth radiating from her body, yet stays quiet, listening to his heartbeat. Lost in the rhythmic symphony of the organ’s beat, her shallow breathing steadies.
Her voice tumbles out cooly. “Um, flowers, and wishes, I like wishes, and love. I think.” She spoke, each word seemingly chosen with mindful consideration.
Lita absentmindedly picks at a loose thread in his ruana, letting her head tilt backward. “Papi, what are you made of?” Her eyes flare up at him, cast aglow by the flecks of gold peppering the rims of her steady, deep brown orbs and sunlight dancing through the kitchen’s open spaces.
Bruno heaves a sigh.
“Bones,” he replied, sounding earnest. However, his tone is interlaced, braided with innocent witticism.
Adelita lets out a short, sort of drained giggle. She blinks, following this, her eyes squinch. A corner of her lip twitches for a moment, then her mouth settles in a smooth, faint smile.
"No.” She protested. She cuddles further against him. Her fingers curl into the fabric of his ruana, not clasping it tightly, but just enough to reassure her that he’s present.
Adelita, despite her age, absorbed things and then responded with all the magnanimity and weightiness she was capable of.
“You’re made of love too.” She said, as if it were a simple, all too obvious fact.
Adelita suddenly felt the muscles of his body tense as pressure builds inside his chest and in that moment his arms squeezed a fraction tighter. His lower body more or less trembles, similar to the way it does when a chill surges through the spine.
She moves to her knees with a growing sense of concern.
“Papi?”
She stares at him, eyes darting left and right, seeking to identify his feelings. He gives a hint at a smile. There is a tightening in his throat and a short unsteady intake of breath. Tears silently trickle down his cheeks.
“No. Papi, don’t cry.” Lita wipes the tears from his cheeks. A gentle smile appears on his lips. The adoring expression on his face indicates his true sentiments.
The sound of knocking came fivefold.
“Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock–”
Adelita, she gently places her small hands on the sides of his face. “Don’t worry, Papi.” Her eyes met his, and they shared a smile. “I’ll protect you from the bad stuff.”
Bruno positions his forehead against hers, so that their noses are mere inches apart. With a loving expression, he gazed at her. He gently bumps their temples together.
“Knock on wood.”
