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His Sunshine

Bruno x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,302

I dunno whoever will read this or if anyone even will, but I felt like writing something to get me to relax. So I wrote a little thingy. It's got some angst, but not too too much.

But if you guys do like it, I could write some more. <3 Muchas gracias and enjoy!

“You know Bruno, you should smile a bit more, it really suits you.”

She was his sunshine in the darkness. She lights up the room with her smile and laughter, making him think that there was an exception to the magic that created this paradise. That it gifted another person with the power to bring joy to anyone she encounters. But the magic didn’t, she was just a normal person with a heart of gold, according to him.

“Come dance in the rain with me? Por Favor?”

When she smiles like that around him, it feels like no matter what the weather it truly is, he only feels the warmth and sunshine from her. She was not like Pepa, who can control the weather, from rains and hurricanes to sunshine and rainbows. But, as he takes hold of her hand that she extended towards him, as she leads them into a sweet dance, he knows that if he stands by her side, all he feels is warmth and sunshine inside himself, even though his clothes and skin say otherwise.

“Ay pobrecita, Mamá is just preparing your food niña, its okay, your favourite tía is here mi amor.”

“Hush now mija, it’s just a little scratch! Pain, pain, go away! Poof!”

With her soft, gentle words and her cooing, her little niece stops crying almost immediately in her arms. A child who scraped their knee would slowly stop crying after she tends to their wound, making small jokes that make the child giggle. Although she cannot heal anyone like his sister, Julieta, can with her food, she heals them with the kindness in her heart. He smiles gently at her, knowing she would make an amazing mother in the future.

“Papá let me help you lift that; you’re not getting younger you know! I don’t want you getting hurt!”

Always ready to lend a helping hand, especially to her loved ones, or to anyone who needs it. She is the only child in her family, so as she grew up, she would do more heavy lifting to help her parents. From the yard work to the housework, she would always use her beautiful hands to help. She may not be as strong as Luisa, but she would always try her best to help as much as she can, even if it did end up getting callouses over her once delicate hands. Those hands that he loved to hold and have run through his hair.

“It’s time for the flowers in our backyard to bloom, want to help me trim some to decorate your room?”

“Hehe, girls aren’t the only ones who can have flowers in their hair, you look muy guapo.”

Like he said before, she helps in the yard work at her house, she tends to her family’s enormous garden, having many vegetables and flowers growing there. Each item handled and tended to with the utmost care. She may not be Isabela, who can make plants grow with the flick of her hand. Her garden takes time to grow, but that’s what’s beautiful about it. You can see how much care is placed in it. Whenever she walks to her flowers, they seem to come to life at the sound of her voice. He blushes as she takes a carnation from the bouquet she was holding, placing it in her hair. Then, doing the same to his.

“You know… If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here, alright? I’ll always listen to your problems Bruno. You don’t have to talk right now; I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

It was after she found him crying by the creek, he had another bad vision, another complaint, another person to hate him. But she never hated him. She was always there to listen to his problems. Soothing him with some tea and cookies, giving him a comforting hug. She isn’t Dolores, she can’t hear a pin drop from a mile away, but she listens. She listens. That’s all he could ask for. A listener and a shoulder to lean on.

“Rosa, Maria, Pablo, Chico, meet Bruno. Bruno, meet my children.”

There were four animals in beside her. Two female cats and two male dogs. They were strays, but she takes care of them basically adopting them as her children. But since her parents won’t allow pets in the house, she asks for his help in taking care of them. She understood them well, despite not being like Antonio, who can speak to animals, almost like she can read them without having any verbal chatter. Eventually though, her mother’s allergies worsened due to the cat and dog dander on her, so she must send them away. Luckily, a little birdie helped them find a new home in La Casa Madrigal with the youngest of them all, more than happy to have more animal friends to play with. She still visits occasionally when she can.

She was so wonderful, so perfect. He loves being in her presence. He loves how she smells like sweetness and happiness. How she always knows what he needs, the right words to make him feel better about himself.

“But! Emilia was too far into the woods! She could no longer tell which way was which, and the darkness was going to consume her! Oh, whoever would help her!”

“I will! Julio the brave! I shall save you, my princess!”

The village’s children especially love to listen to her tales. Carefully spun to capture the young minds, making them want for more of the story. She waves her hands making grand gestures, making voices and faces to each different character or animal in the story. She may not be like his sobrino Camilo, who can easily shapeshift himself into any person he wants to, but she weaves her stories, and her presence could rival him. Heck, maybe he should write a telenovela with her sometime.

“Feliz cumpleaños Bruno! I hope you like it”

A memory from his birthday long ago. She had given him a notebook, handmade from cover to cover, the pages made from recycled paper, with tiny flecks of dried flowers in them. The spine, gently bound together by stitches, from green thread. The cover was leather, with his name embedded into it, and had an hourglass in the middle of it. The perimeter of the cover had vines. Beautifully framing in the centerpiece. He loved it more than anything. She was amazing with her crafts, each stitch and step carefully done. Like Mirabel, she was able to bring the perfect gift to the receiver.

They were always close as children, through their tweens, their teenage years and into adulthood, they were close friends, but it was just that. Just friends. Bruno could never muster up the courage to ask her out. It didn’t help that as his gift became a bad omen to the village, so did his reputation gain a bad rap.

Who would want to date you, Bruno? You’re a bad omen, the black sheep of the family. Your gift is useless, and it would be better for her if you stay away.

So, he tried. And yet, she still went against the flow. She constantly visited him and tried to talk to him.

“Bruno, we’ve known each other since we were children. You’re my best friend and I would never change that.”

Oh, how we wanted to change that. He wanted to be more than that. But he is not willing to subject her to the embarrassment of dating the cursed Madrigal. But this is fine. He may not have her to love and to hold. But she is still in his life, nonetheless. He may not be able to call her his. But that was fine. If he can keep his sunshine safe from peril, harm, and shame. Her friendship was the best he could ask for.

When he disappeared into the walls for 10 years, it broke his heart to only see her from a distance occasionally, during parties in the house and when she would deliver something to the home.

What broke his heart even more is the fact that, three years into his disappearance, there was news she was engaged. It was heart wrenching. They weren’t even dating. But hearing his crush of many years, who was so close to him before, just within reach of his hands…Slipping away from his grasp.

That night, when he heard the new from his hidden room behind the walls, he cried. Not too loudly so as to wake everyone else in the casita. Weeping for his love. The love that he could never have. He cried in anger, for his cowardice and not asking her to be his. He wept for a life of joy that he could never have with her. He will no longer be in the narrative of her story; he will just be on the outside of it. Watching as his sunshine strays further away, leaving him in the darkness and the cold.

Weeks later, it was their wedding. The Madrigals were invited of course, and he was half glad and half sad that he couldn’t be there. He was sad that he couldn’t be there to see her, radiant and beautiful in that dress of hers. He was sad that it wasn’t him at the end of that altar, waiting for her to walk down the aisle. He was sad that it wasn’t him she would look at lovingly, that it wasn’t him who would vow to love her, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do us part. He was destroyed that the person that she would say ‘I do’ to was not him, it was some other guy. But he was glad. Glad that she could live a happy life, without the burden of his existence, glad that she found a man to make her happy and provide for her. Glad that he wasn’t there to see you taken away from him.

He was a catholic. He believed in a god. The night before the wedding, he prayed with all his heart and soul. It was selfish. But he hoped that said God would hear him out. He prayed, hoping for a second chance. Hoping that the wedding wouldn’t go through, hoping that he could see her and tell her how he feels. Por favor he pleads between sobs. He can’t have it be this way. It was selfish, yes, he knows. But he knows in a world without his sunshine, he would rather die.

She was his sunshine in the darkness. The light of his life. The warmth and joy that he needs, more than breathing. She was his only sunshine who brought him happiness despite the grey clouds in the sky. She may not know how much he loves her, but if there is a god, may he be given a second chance.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

And it would seem that said selfish notion was granted. The wedding was a disaster. He had heard of runaway brides, but he never expected that his beloved sun was the one to be left on the altar. The groom never showed.

He celebrated on the inside, but he heard her sobbing and crying. The Madrigals brought you into their home, their kitchen and he could see her, though her makeup was running, he could see her in her dress. It was beautiful. How could that man break her heart like this? Oh, how he wanted to hold and comfort her, but he can’t.

Then, the years passed. The casita crumbled. Mirabel went missing and came back. The casita was rebuilt but he never saw her.

After months of things returning to normal, he started watching you from afar, still scared of being near you and hurting you.

“Mijo, you know…If you wait any longer, she might get swept away from you. She almost did, don’t let her slip through your fingers again.”

It was his mother. Snapping him out of his daydream as he watches you from afar, entertaining the children with your stories.

“But mamá I don’t know what to say to her! What if I just creep her out or scare her away?”

He retorted, only to be met with a sigh and a hand on his shoulder.

“Brunito, she would never hate you. She’s too kind to even think of hating you, why don’t you go and freshen up?” she suggests.

“I would also say put your hair up, like in a ponytail. She likes her men with long hair in ponytails, I heard her tell her friends a week ago. Thinks it’s really cute.” chimes Dolores, who was listening from behind them. Holding a cup of tea in her hands.

He leapt up in surprise at his sobrina, he didn’t even notice she was there.

“And is there anything else your tío needs to know Dolores?”

“She’s going for a walk by the creek around sundown, it’s going to be a clear night. No rain. Perfect for a confession.” She takes a sip of her tea.

With a glance at his mother and sobrina, he lets out a deep sigh and starts heading upstairs to freshen up.

After a nice shower, he dried his hair, putting it in a nice ponytail. Putting on the best clothes he had, he debated wearing his ruana, but it was so old and was lightly tattered at the ends.

Knock, knock, knock

“Tío Bruno, I made you something” it was Mirabel.

He turned to see her holding a green piece of fabric in her hands and took it. It was a new ruana. With more intricate details. Lines, dots, hourglasses, and small rats were on it now. It was beautiful. He hugged his niece, muttering many ‘thank you’ s.

“Alright tío, go and get her!” she gives him a firm pat on the back.

He then starts to head downstairs and out the door.

“Oh, Tío Bruno! You might want to give her this!”

A female voice pipes up before he leaves. It was his sobrinaIsabela, holding a bouquet of her favourite flowers. Wrapped by their stems in a bow, that was her favourite colour. She walked over to her tío, giving him the bouquet.

Grasping it gently in his hand, he says a thank you and turns around to walk to the creek as the sun was slowly setting down.

Minutes pass before he arrives there, and he realizes that he didn’t know what to say at all. He stops dead in his tracks. Starting to panic and haphazardly planning out what to say to her. Is he going to be suave? No, that’s not his style. Maybe he can have Hernando, do it? He isn’t scared of anything after all. But then it won’t feel the same. Agh! Why is it so confusing!

“Bruno? Is that you?”

Her voice derails his train of thought. He turns around and sees her in a beautiful dress, that compliments her features, with her hair in a style she never usually wears unless it’s a special occasion. She was breathtaking. He was speechless.

“I uh, uhm I- “he manages to stutter out.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice you! Is that a new ruana?” she comments.

“Aha, yeah…Mirabel made it for me” he says, scratching his neck.

“Are you out here for a walk? Who’s the bouquet for?”

Nervous, he sticks his hand out with the flowers towards her. It stays there for a few moments.

“T-They’re for you actually, I know they’re your favourite” he mumbles.

A blush spreads across her cheeks as she takes the flowers, he finds it so adorable.

“G-gracias Bruno” she replies.

They stood there for a little bit. In complete silence, standing in front of each other, not knowing what to do next. But as always, it was her who came up with a solution.

“Uhm…Want to join me on a walk? It’s a nice night out.” She offers. Receiving a nod from the man.

They walked together in silence for a minute. But silence turned into small talk, which turned into a little bit of chatter, then into full blown conversations about their days, and how weird it is that toucans have such see through skin under their feathers. They caught up on the 10 years without each other and the many things that happened.

Bruno then stops walking, which she notices and copies, standing a little bit in front of him.

“Actually…I was wondering…Uhm…Can I ask you something?” He starts. Fidgeting with his hands.

She smiles. Oh, how he misses that smile so much.

“Sure! You can always ask me anything Bruno” she says gently.

He takes a deep breath and exhales. Clearing up his throat and looks at her, taking her beautiful form in once more.

“Mijo, you know…If you wait any longer, she might get swept away from you. She almost did, don’t let her slip through your fingers again.”

His mother’s words rang in his head. Here he goes.

“I-I’ve been wanting to say this since before I disappeared, but I never had the guts to say it. I…I like you- no…Te amo, mi sol.” He speaks.

Her eyes go wide, but he continues speaking.

“Since as long as I remember, all I know is that you were my sunshine. You know how to brighten other’s lives, but even more so mine. Just being able to be in your life as your friend was amazing. I was scared that my reputation would tarnish yours and that the village would hate you if you were with me, so I never told you about my feelings.”

He takes a step forward, grasping her hand gently in his.

“Mi sol. You were there when I needed you. Even when I didn’t say anything, you know what to do to make me happy. You bring light into my life; I was in darkness in those years without you. I thought I could never hold you, as mine. Not as a friend but as a lover. And that…That tore me apart.”

He was tearing up.

“I’m so sorry…Lo siento, lo siento mi corazón, mi sol…Call me selfish and disgusting, but I prayed that god would stop your wedding and let you come back to me. I’m so sorry for taking so long to say this. I’m sorry that I wasn’t enough of a man to ask you out.”

She was also tearing up at this, oh poor Brunito…

“But…I-I promise. I will try my best to be better…To be a man worthy of your love…All I ask is that you give us a chance. Will you be mine mi sol?”

He looked at her eyes, to see tears. She was crying.

He let go of her hand, but it was immediately grabbed once more, the next moment, he felt himself get pulled towards her. He felt something soft on his lips, noticing it was hers.

A kiss.

With his sunshine.

It was more than he could have imagined. Those feelings he kept inside came bursting forth, the butterflies in his stomach were happy and fluttering. The emotions, the pure love. It made their tears stream down their faces.

The fireworks that people describe wasn’t how he would describe this. It was like being taken into the warm embrace of an angel. It felt light and loving. Free and like he was floating. He snakes a hand around her waist to pull her close, like it was a dream and that she would disappear any moment. He wishes he could keep this moment still for a while longer.

But when they finally pull away, there was his sunshine. Smiling at him beautifully.

“Yo también te amo” she whispers.

That made him melt.

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