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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Not enough (Bruno x Reader)

For @tolkien-fantasy hope you like it

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You sighed and tried to block the pain from your mind as you let Casita help you to the nearest chair. You were sick of this, of not being able to do things by yourself and having to depend not only on your family, but on the house itself. It's not that you weren't grateful, but each day you felt more like a burden than a person.

"Thank you Casita" you whispered

You didn't even pay attention to the little tile that waved in greeting, you were too busy gently rubbing your hands and trying to hold back the angry tears that stung in your eyes.

You really missed the time when you could do more things, when you could run, jump, cook, play with your nieces and nephew, when simply moving from one chair to another was not an almost impossible herculean task for you. A time that seemed so far away now.

It started just three years after your wedding. You and Bruno were at your best, just enjoying each other's company, being goofy and happy, you had even made plans to make your family bigger (even if he turned red as soon as you mentioned it), it was all so perfect. Until the first blackout.

It had happened out of nowhere, one moment you were buying books with Pepa and the next everything had suddenly gone dark. By the time you woke up, you were already at home, in your bed, with the whole family looking at you with concern while Julieta tried to bring down your fever. Your sister-in-law didn't know what caused it, and despite what she might say, the soft smiles she gave you and how much she cared for you, you knew that a part of her had never stopped feeling guilty, because no matter how much magical food she gave you, you never healed.

Things had only gotten worse for you since that day, blackouts occurring more and more frequently, your joints and muscles getting weaker, condemning you to a life of constant pain. At first, you didn't want to say anything, you didn't want to worry Bruno or give Julieta more work, but when Pepa had to carry you back in her arms because your legs couldn't bear your weight anymore, you had to admit that something was wrong with you.

Your husband hardly ever left your side since then, saying that he didn't help the town much anyway. Alma accepted it, too worried that something could happen to the person she saw as another child, Julieta scolded you for not going to her every time something hurt and Pepa had made it her mission not to lose sight of you in the strange times when her brother was not with you.

"You can't leave me alone with those two, Y/N" she had told you "I'd go crazy"

"You already are" you teased softly

She smiled at you, but you could see in her eyes the same fear that invaded them all. They never told you anything, but you knew that Bruno had tried to look into your future to find out how he could help you or what would happen to you, when would you get better? But he never shared that vision, and deep inside you knew the answer: you never would.

It was hard at first, but you were strong for him, because you knew that the only person more terrified than you was your husband. He was afraid of losing you, of not being able to do anything for you, and even though you felt the same fear of leaving him, you decided that you couldn't let that paralyze you, that regardless of whether you had much or little time left, you were going to enjoy it with your family.

Your nieces and nephew were quick to get used to your situation. Isabela tried to act as if she could take care of you by herself, she would spend afternoons with you after school and she would fill your hair with beautiful flowers to cheer you up when you felt bad. Often she and Camilo competed over who could make you smile the most.

Luisa was extremely careful with you. She had just gotten her gift just two years before and she was terrified of hurting you with her strength, so she was content to just talk to you from the door. Mirabel, your precious butterfly, was the one who kept you the most company.

The girl was a miracle, you had told Julieta, who lit up the whole room with her mere presence. It didn't matter if Pepa or Bruno were keeping you company, Mirabel was always, always by your side, telling you how her day had gone, what things she had found, showing you her drawings and simply making you feel warmer every time she smiled at you.

However, everyone knew that it was Dolores who took care of you the most. The girl was silent, but her gift had turned out to be the most useful in helping you. She was always aware of you, your heart rate, your breathing, everything. If you started to get agitated, the girl immediately warned any adult who was nearby, she was like your little personal sentinel, always watching over you even if she wasn't around.

So you weren't surprised when Bruno rushed into the kitchen, almost tripping over his own feet. You smiled lovingly at him when he dropped in front of you with concern etched on his face. You were pleasantly surprised how after so many years, he was still incredibly handsome in your eyes and how he could look at you with such love and adoration, as if he hadn't spent the last few years practically having to shadow you.

"What happened?" he asked worried

"Nothing" you smiled "I just got a little dizzy, but I'm fine, Casita helped me"

He smiled back gently, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb, his touch as light as a feather. That was another thing he knew you hated: that nowadays your conversations were just to say who had helped you. There were no longer funny stories, innocent gossip or funny anecdotes, your life was slowly ending between the same walls.

"Amor..." you whispered

"Yes?"

"...please"

Your husband's expression changed to one of intense pain. It wasn't the first time you had this conversation, that you begged him to tell you what he had seen in that vision. You weren't stupid, you knew there was no cure, otherwise Julieta's food would have already worked, you didn't want to know how it would happen, if it would be painful or if you would go off quietly between dreams. All you wanted to know was how much time you had.

"Y/N -" he started

"I need to know, Bruno" you interrupted him "I don't even know if I'll make it to next Christmas"

It was a depressing thought, because it was September, and if it weren't for the intense pain you felt all the time and that had gotten worse in recent weeks, you wouldn't be making such a suggestion knowing that Dolores was listening to you. But you felt that now was not the time to be careful.

"Mi vida-"

"Please" you begged "...just tell me, how much time do I have?"

Bruno looked at you with an intense mix of fear, pain, and regret, but with a flash of love, love so deep you could almost feel it in your very bones. He sighed and took your hands gently. His grip was shaky and you knew, even before the words left his mouth, that his response was causing him great pain.

"Not enough"

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sunshineofmoon · 1 year

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my random and lost ideas of Encanto fanfics:

(still no name defined) Bruno Madrigal x Fem! Reader

"What do you mean I'm not going to marry Alvaro, but with you, and we're going to have three children?!"

In which, with just a few days to go before your wedding to Alvaro Guzman, you decide to consult the well-known and controversial seer of the Madrigal family, Bruno.

However, the responses and perceptions you received were quite different from what you expected; with the man envisioning nothing more than her marriage, not to her current fiancé, but to Bruno himself.

— the plot is already pretty clear, but I'll add a few more things; takes place well before the events of the film, at the time when Bruno, Pepa and Juliet were teenagers (around eighteen/nineteen). And Reader's marriage to Alvaro Guzman (Mariano's uncle) has been arranged, she is unhappy about it but knows she can't do anything to stop it. Therefore, he decides to consult with Bruno Madrigal, even with his family's warnings about his predictions being, hm...Complex. We'll have a time skip and the rest of the fanfic takes place in the current times of the movie (1950's) and the rest... Maybe someday I'll write.

still no name defined (Camilo Madrigal x Fem!Depressed! Reader

Living in such a happy and colorful place as the village of Encanto, it was not at all expected that you would develop illnesses like depression and, shocking everyone, even try to take your own life; however, it had already happened, and being extremely worried about the direction the case could take and how it would affect the whole city, Alma Madrigal decides to send Camilo, her only grandson with the same age as you, to keep you company and even keep an eye on you and your behaviors. What, in the beginning, seemed totally unnecessary and even irritating, ended up being her salvation and drastically changing her life; and, suddenly, Camilo Madrigal's constant presence in her life didn't seem so bad anymore.

— the synopsis was horrible, but I don't care. It was a first draft just so you guys have an idea of how the fanfic will be. But she's the story I'm most fond of and most likely to write first, so treat my baby well.

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justxright · 2 years

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Bruno Madrigal Headcannons - When He Can’t Fall Asleep

It’s 1:30am and I can’t sleep because Encanto has stolen my soul. I don’t even know how it started. Just woke up and wanted to talk about Bruno or somethin’ idk.

.・゜゜・ ⧖ ・゜゜・．

- He’s like a fish out of water when he can’t sleep. He flops on his right side, then he’ll flip on his left. Then repeat that same pattern for the next half hour until he finally decides to sit up.

- He doesn’t bother waking you up. There’s no way he’d ever want to disturb your slumber just because of his own selfish needs.

“Nono, I shouldn’t wake them… I can’t risk them loosing sleep just because I can’t.”

- He’ll slowly creep out of bed without waking you and take a walk around the casita. (With his rats in his presence of course.)

- On nights where he stays inside with you, he’ll try to spoon you as a way to comfort himself while embracing your sleeping body.

- There are also times where he’ll get up and get creative. He loves drawing! While he was living in the walls he drew many pictures of his rats and continues hanging up drawings of them in your shared room.

- It’s always nice to wake up and see a new drawing from the night before.

“Oh yeah? You noticed! I drew that one last night. I’ve always wondered what they’d look like on bicycles. Pretty cute huh, mi amor?

- Sitting up and reading is also something he’ll do, but the only downside is that he’s afraid the light from the nightstand will wake you up.

- But then there are nights where he’ll lay awake and just admire you as you sleep soundly next to him.

“Bruno…” you whispered groggily while opening one eye. “I can feel you staring…”

He felt his heart jump out of his chest and his face grow hotter. “I’m sorry mi amor! I just can’t - I’m sorry I can’t sleep… I didn’t mean for it to be creepy.”

You chuckle under your breath as you bring him into your arms. “Don’t worry amor, just close your eyes..”

And just like that, lights out.

#encanto #encanto x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #encanto imagine

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Bruno wanting cuddles and smooches and stuff but being too shy to ask for them?

I love soft Bruno asks. He deserves all the love.

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Tags: fluff, cuddles, hand kisses, gentle kisses, napping, touch-starved Bruno Madrigal,

A/N: I love cuddles but sometimes I'm too shy to ask for them too.

You'd notice that something was up with him when you would briefly catch him looking at you before he would look away

He'd shyly take your hand in yours while you're walking through the street, with a small smile on his face

When you'd be alone however he would sudden get a whole lot more shy, always looking a little insecure when he wraps his arm around you and pulls you into a hug

If you wrap your arms around him in a hug while hugging he'd freeze up for a moment before letting the warmth of the hug wash over him

You can sense that he wants to ask something but he just can't seem to get the words out

His eyes would widen when ever you'd kiss him

Sometimes he'd let his hand hover over your back for a moment before he lays it on your back and pulls you close, gulping hard as you melt into his touch

When he wants a kiss it would take a lot for him to get to your mouth

Usually he starts by kissing your hand, his eyes locked on yours as he watches for any signs of discomfort or rejection

Finding none he's kiss his way up your arm, then your cheek until his lips are inches away from yours

He'd look at your lips for a few seconds, waiting for you to nod before he presses a gentle kiss onto your lips

After he pulls away you smile brightly at him telling him that you're happy that he finally found a, pretty sweet and romantic way, to ask you for kisses

#bruno madrigal #encanto x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #encanto bruno #encanto fluff #encanto headcanons #encanto imagines #bruno headcanons #bruno madrigal headcanons #bruno madrigal imagine

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years

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imagine knowing Bruno is in the walls and singing “Remember Me” to him through the walls

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #encanto bruno x reader #bruno madrigal #tío bruno #encanto x reader #encanto imagines #bruno x y/n #bruno x you #bruno imagines #bruno madrigal imagine #encanto x you #my stuff #peanutcrow #coco #pixar coco #remember me #recuerdame #encanto

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capypub · 2 years

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hi! could you do prompt 10 “call me selfish” with bruno :) could be with smut up to you !!

#10 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

Bruno Madrigal was not a materialistic man. He needed very few things to be content and comfortable in his space. Perhaps it was from years of living in a confined hole in the wall or perhaps it was the deeply-ingrained mindset of putting everyone’s needs before his own for the sake of the Encanto, because he was gifted, because he was a Madrigal.

The few valuable possessions he did have, he cherished for one reason or another. Everyone knew this about the prophet, especially when it came to his beloved wife. She was his most prized possession in a way, a testimony to the saying that “good things come to those who wait,” in the form of his happiness when he’s with her. Bruno was not one to consider his wife as an object which literally belonged to him, but rather a source of strength that balances parts of him in a way that he hopes he helps balance parts of her. For example, no one knew that under the mild-mannered, unassuming, socially awkward exterior of Bruno thrummed a passion and intensity that others would find shocking. Bruno was shocked when it first came forward shortly after meeting his wife. Her presence alone brought out a fierce desire to protect and care for as well as a fiery passion that required frequent affection given and received.

“Bruno, stop it,” she laughs, pushing his hands off her waist.

He snickers, ignoring her weak attempts at keeping his hands off of her. Gripping her hips, he lightly pulled her back until she leaned into his chest. Ducking his head, his mouth lingered along her neck, ghosting kisses along her skin. His second-day stubble scratched against her skin in a way that he knew excited her.

“Bruno,” she attempts to warn again, but this time it comes out almost like a sigh as she leans more into him.

“Mi conejita, so pretty, so sweet,” he murmured into the crook of her shoulder, his hands sliding forward across her abdomen until his arms locked around her torso, keeping her firmly pressed into him, groaning as he nuzzled the side of her head.

“Bruno, really,” she giggles, recognizing his tone, “we’re about to leave, mi amor,” she adds softly, laying her hand over his.

“I can’t help it, you’re addicting, I always want you,” he practically whines into her ear, his hands inching up towards her chest.

“Later, amor, you’re mother will have both our heads if we’re late,” she insists, turning in his arms to face him, “plus I’m not going to be the one to explain to Mirabel why her uncle was late either,” she adds, leaning up to peck his lips.

She steps back as he huffs with a pout and an eye roll, unable to admit he would never forgive himself for missing a part of his favorite niece’s sixteenth birthday. They’d been working together for weeks to prepare him for the amount of people about to be drinking and dancing around him. Since his “return” he’s gotten better about socializing and interacting with people but crowds were still a challenge, especially rowdy ones.

With another huff, he followed his wife downstairs. Most of the family has already gathered, greeting the early arrivals. Mirabel would be coming down any minute. Bruno went to make sure the camera was set up for the inevitable picture his mother would want of the family.

“Something to calm your nerves?” she offered, coming up to him after collecting two glasses of wine.

“I don’t think drinking is going to help my nerves, amor,” he scoffs lightheartedly, but still accepts the glass.

They mingle, well she mostly mingles and Bruno does his best to at least attempt to provide input to the various conversations they engaged in before the actual party began. Some groups he was more comfortable in than others and it showed by how much he spoke.

As the evening progressed, the entire house, literally, was in awe of Mirabel, who looked stunning in her handmade dress, her hair done up with flowers complimentary of her sister and the lightest touch of make-up on her eyes and lips. Bruno felt a pang in his chest, remembering the little child who would toddle after him around the house while he tried to keep up with her sisters’ endless energy. Now a beautiful young woman stood before him, a bright and ambitious woman who would continue to do amazing things.

“Dance with me?” his esposa asked softly later into the evening, when most of the food had been eaten and the band had gathered a crowd of dancers.

“You tempt me too easily, conejita,” he chuckles, but leads her towards the dancing mass of people.

They stay towards the back edge of the crowd, moving fluidly together. Bruno was not as theatrical as his sister or as poised as his other sister, but he carried himself well. He held her close, keeping his head low to whisper his desires against the shell of her ear, sporadically nipping at her earlobe or kissing her neck. Having the creativity of an artist meant Bruno spun pros of passion so easily when directed towards his lover. She still swoons and blushes when he weaves naughty desires with intense declarations of love.

“I need you under me, amor, writhing in pleasure while I worship your body,” he growls, feeling how she tenses in his arms, shuddering afterwards.

“Bruno, stop it,” she now whines at him, her tinted a faint pink, only growing more intense as he continued to whisper into her ear while the party carried on, oblivious to the storm of sexual tension building between the quiet couple.

“Perdóneme,” a voice interrupted them, cutting Bruno off mid-sentence.

They stopped swaying, turning to see a man, perhaps in his early thirties, standing in front of them. He offers his hand to his wife, nodding to Bruno briefly. She hesitates, obviously confused by this man.

“May I steal the lady for a dance, señor Madrigal?” he asks, his warm smile showing off a row of sparkling teeth.

“Oh,” she chirps, obviously surprised as she smiles politely, but remains still.

“My wife,” Bruno emphasizes, moving his body so that she stood partially behind him, blocking half of her body from the man’s view, “is actually not feeling very well, I was just about to take her upstairs to rest,” he says, his tone cool and collected, but she knew him well enough to notice the tension in his shoulders and the slight grit in his jaw.

“Ah, of course, my apologies,” the man nods, deflating at the refusal, “I wish you a fast recovery, señora,” he adds respectfully before walking away from them.

He feels her looking at him before he sees it, already prepared for the slight scowl and questioning arched brow. Pulling him aside, they found a quiet hallway free of other guests where they could talk. She crossed her arms over her chest, smirking. He felt a small bit of relief knowing she wasn’t mad at him.

“What was that about?” she finally asks after waiting for him to explain himself.

He shrugs begrudgingly, dropping his gaze to the floor. “I just didn’t like the look of him,” he muttered, his hands slipping into his pockets as he slouched a bit into himself.

“Bruno, he was nothing but respectful, what actually bothered you?” she asks with a chuckle, tugging him by his shirt sleeve closer.

They were both silent as she took a step back, pressing her shoulder blades into the wall and pulling him forward until his chest brushed the lace accents on her dress. She stared at him with wide eyes, a mischievous and almost cocky smirk contrasting the innocent gaze. Lifting his arms, he planted both palms flat on the wall on either side of her head, enclosing her space further.

“You’ve never gotten jealous before,” she commented, toying with the top button on his shirt, undoing it and the one right below until a small patch of his dark chest hair poked past the fabric.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you,” he growled, his gaze sharp and glowing faintly as he leaned in and traced a line with his tongue from her pulse to her earlobe, chuckling darkly when she exhales a shuttered breathe.

“Bruno, don’t say such things, I can’t control myself when you talk like that,” she cooed before biting her lip seductively, batting her lashes and pushing her chest up and into his to emphasize her breasts.

“Mi dulce conejita,” he sighs, brushing his nose along her temple, closing his eyes and dragging his hands down from her shoulders to her waist, nimbly gathering the fabric at her hip and slipping his hand underneath, caressing the soft, warm skin of her thigh.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” she teases, but continues to lean into his teasing caress.

“Maybe you’re worth it,” he replied against her neck, biting more frequently now.

“Ah,” she gasps when the hand that had been squeezing and rubbing her thigh slipped past the hem of her underwear, his long and nimble fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this,” he chuckled darkly, feeling her practically dripping, “does the risk turn you on, conejita, hm? The chance of getting caught so exposed with your husband’s hand under your skirt getting you excited? Que traviesa,” he smirked, adding more pressure to her clit as she whined into his shoulder.

“Bruno, please,” she chokes out, her nails digging into his forearm as she grinds into his palm.

“What is it, mi vida? Do you want to cum like this, on my hand? Let everyone in this house know you’re only mine to touch?” he thought aloud, doubling his efforts as her breath became more ragged.

“I need…inside, ah, Bruno, please, please,” she gasps, eyes squeezed shut as she lightly ruts against his hand.

“You want my fingers inside?” he asks, already knowing the answer, just wanting to see her get more worked up for him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she’s practically sobbing as the intensity of her release grew and grew, “I need you, please Bruno, mi amor,” she whines.

“Such a good girl, asking so sweetly,” he said with a smirk, slipping his middle finger into her pulsing heat.

“Oh, f-fuck…yes, yes, yes,” she begins to pant, her movements becoming more frantic as he slips in his index finger and begins stroking her walls, brushing that spot deep inside her that would bring her release.

“Let go, amor, mierda, I could finish just by watching you come undone like this,” he groaned, rutting his crotch against her thigh as she trembled against him, eyes shut tight as her mouth opened partially in a silent gasp.

Bruno kissed her passionately when he recognized the telltale signs of her approaching end. She cried out against his mouth, her whole body jerking and shuddering as she came around his fingers, her legs wobbling slightly until he used his free hand to help support her.

“Such a good girl,” he praises her, slowly removing his fingers from her heat, admiring the shiny slick coating his hand.

“Only for you,” she purrs, bringing his hand to her mouth and sucking his fingers clean, slowly and seductively, her eyes never leaving his as she cleans his fingers thoroughly.

“I married quite the temptress,” he groaned, pressing his aching length into her leg.

“I’m sure they wouldn’t miss us if we got some air for a bit,” she suggested, toying with his belt buckle.

“Definitely not,” he eagerly agreed, grabbing her hand and quickly leading her upstairs before anyone could notice.

Thankfully the band drowned out most of the noise in the house, the lull of the partygoers drowning out the passionate noises of a couple lost in the throes of desire, frantic and primal, their few minutes of air quickly turning into hours of wanton pleasure as the night turned to morning.

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couldnt-come-up-with-a-username · 2 years

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Imagine Bruno and the reader watching the night sky on a full moon day. I love the idea that Bruno would take you on dates in the forest. It's so peaceful and he loves spending time with you, just listening to you (totally not kissing and being near your body tho). His heart seems to skip a beat every time you smile at his ramblings. He's just so goofy, so how can you not?

Bruno: *displays rat telenovela* was it bad? I know it's just kind of stupid. I'm sorry if you feel like I'm wasting your-

You: *holding his face gently while smiling* that was amazing. I enjoyed it. I love seeing you get all excited, Brunito. And you're being all cute and sweet with those beautiful eyes, it just makes me wanna kiss you all night.

Bruno: 😳 *at loss of words*

Now you're both a blushing mess! You both run out of breath after making out, and he's just like "thanks, mi vida. What did I do to deserve you?" And then you hug him and tell him that he deserves the world.

#i know its kinda cliche #but its cute #so yeah #im all for it #this man is my life rn #i love bruno #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal #encanto

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rosiedevil · 2 years

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All quotes from: @incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes

Lol, I just really wanted to make another comic. Thank you @incorrectmadrigalfamilyquotes for making such lovely, and funny quotes for all of us to enjoy, and so I have material to get creative and draw more :>

Peace ✌

#artists on tumblr #art #digital aritst #new animator #encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno my beloved #bruno encanto #bruno fanart #bruno madrigal imagine #encanto bruno madrigal

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bisexualbumblebee-writes · 2 years

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We Don’t Talk About Bruno (But She Does) Part 2- Bruno Madrigal x OC

Bruno Madrigal x Adriana Cruz

Description: Relationships are rekindled when Adriana and Mirabel discover that Bruno was still actually with them.

Word Count: 2k

The thrilling chase continued to the second floor of Casita. Adriana chased Mirabel, who seemed to be chasing something that the woman couldn’t quite see. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled behind them, but neither paid attention. Adriana rounded a corner, only to nearly run into Mirabel. The younger girl stood in the upper walkway silently, trying to figure out something.

“Mariposa, please-“ the girl shushed her, which rightfully offended Adriana. Just as she opened her mouth, she heard a quiet, almost silent squeak. Both she and Mirabel looked to the source then simultaneously spotted a single rat tail disappearing through an opening under a large painting that hung in the hall. Mirabel approached it slowly, almost as if studying it, then slowly pulled it open, revealing a passageway within the walls. Adriana gasped softly, and she and Mirabel shared a confused look before stepping closer to it.

“Let me go in and make sure it’s safe,” she muttered, knowing that nothing could stop the girl from going in there. “If I can’t stop her, I might as well join her and make sure she’s safe.” After getting the okay from Mirabel, she took a deep breath and climbed in.

The passageway seemed to be between the walls of the house. They were covered with cracks, which undulated dauntingly. She looked around nervously before ultimately signaling for Mirabel to come in. A rat squeaked as it scurried past Mirabel’s feet and away into the darkness, but as its glowing shard retreated, it moved into the air. Adriana squinted to get a better look, then gasped as lightning struck once again, now revealing a figure just a few feet in front of them.

“Bruno?” She muttered in shock. The man in question looked sinister and evil in this lighting as he held the shard.

The three of them stared at each other for an electric second. Another flash occurred, and Bruno turned and ran in the other direction, his shadow streaking away down a distant corridor. Mirabel wasted no time in running after him, ignoring her Tia’s calls. Adriana groaned loudly then began following her, and another chase ensued. The three of them raced through the narrow corridors, the girls having trouble catching up to the man as they weren’t acquainted with the corridors. Adriana moved faster and faster, sliding down any unexpected drops and making every tight turn. She had to stop momentarily when Mirabel bumped into one of the walls after a turn, but they continued on. Another flash of lightning occurred as the girls attempted to call for him, begging him to stop.

Mirabel was close to Bruno, practically within arm’s reach, but then she was forced to stop when he suddenly jumped over a large chasm. Both girls stopped abruptly and watched as he made it to the other side and disappeared down a distant corridor. Adriana was the first to gather her courage, and she gave Mirabel a look that said ‘wait until I cross first.’ Thankfully the girl understood and stepped aside. The woman breathed out deeply and took a few steps back before taking a running leap at the chasm. She copied Bruno’s moves, stepping on the same pieces of rogue wood that he had until she made it to the other side. A breathless laugh left her lips as she faced the tighter girl, gesturing for her to jump.

Mirabel grinned at her Tia’s success then did as she had done in taking a few steps back. After a moment of hesitation, she finally jumped over the chasm. Adriana watched worriedly as she attempted to do what both Adriana and Bruno had done. A sigh of relief left the woman’s lips as Mirabel finally made it to the other side. That triumph was unfortunately cut short when the floor beneath Mirabel gave way and she fell.

“Mirabel!” The woman called worriedly as she ran over to the edge of the chasm. The girl had managed to catch herself, practically holding on by a finger. Adriana could work with that. She fell to her knees and attempted to reach for her hand.

“Help! Someone help. Casita, Tia, help me,” the girl whimpered.

“Grab my hand Mariposa,” the woman instructed urgently, reaching her arm out as far as she possibly could without also falling over the edge. Mirabel attempted to do so, but in the process she lost her grip and began falling.

“No!” Adriana cried shortly before she felt a presence beside her. Another hand shot out and grabbed Mirabel’s. Both she and Adriana looked up and realized it was Bruno.

“You’re very sweaty,” he muttered anxiously, though no one had time to respond before he too lost his balance and fell over. Adriana attempted to reach for him, but it was in vain. Thankfully Mirabel managed to catch him with her free hand after Adriana finally managed to grab one of her hands. Mirabel, Adriana and Bruno stared at each other for a minute before a rat popped out of the latter’s ruana. It startled Mirabel enough to let him go, and the girls watched in horror as he fell with a slightly high pitched scream. Only a second later he popped back up in the smoke that settled on the floor. There had been a floor beneath them this entire time. Bruno hummed thoughtfully at it, then looked up as Adriana began lifting Mirabel up. Once she was safely on the floor, the woman held out her hand for Bruno.

“Take my hand,” she instructed, much calmer now. The man hesitated for a moment, then finally reached up after climbing the wall boards and placed his hand in hers. A slight shock went through them the moment their hands touched, but Adriana didn’t talk about it as she and Mirabel lifted him the rest of the way up.

Shock was the only thing she could feel as Bruno passed her, attempting to brush off what just happened. She couldn’t believe it. All this time she had been hoping and praying that he would come back to her…and he’s been behind the walls the whole time. For just a moment their shoulders met and it shot a spark straight to her heart. Though she couldn’t be sure, the slight hesitation in his movements afterwards gave her hope that he felt the same thing. She followed Mirabel, only half listening as her niece attempted to get him to talk about the vision as her eyes stayed on the man she never stopped loving.

Time seemed to pass in a blur and before Adriana knew it, she was in Antonio’s room with him, Mirabel and Bruno. She watched as Bruno made a sand circle for the vision, not missing the slight tremor that rubled through the house.

“We might wanna hurry,” Mirabel mentioned, having also felt the tremor.

“You can’t hurry the future,” Bruno almost laughed as he altered the circle just a bit to accommodate the chiguiro that sat in the way before finally sitting across from the girl. “And what if I show you something worse? If I see something that you don’t like, you’re gonna be all ‘Bruno makes bad things happen, oh, he’s creepy and his vision killed my goldfish,’” he threw his hands up exasperatedly, which almost made Adriana laugh as Mirabel responded.

“I don’t think you make bad things happen. Sometimes family weirdos just get a bad rap,” she encouraged, which made Adriana smile sympathetically.

“You can do this,” the older woman added shortly before Antonio came into view, holding the stuffed jaguar that Mirabel made him for his gifting ceremony. He whispered something to his Tio before climbing on his real jaguar and riding off. Adriana offered Bruno one last encouraging smile before climbing up after the young boy to his bed.

Once they were settled in, the show began. Bruno lit a match, which he used to ignite piles of wet leaves. As the smoke began to spiral around him and Mirabel, Bruno closed his eyes, entering a trance-like state as magic filled the room. The entire room began to glow in the light of his eyes, wind kicked up, blowing leaves and sand that began to swirl around Mirabel and Bruno, glowing brighter and brighter.

Neither Adriana nor Antonio could see what happened next as the sand storm blocked it off, though they got a synopsis once things calmed down. To put it simply, Mirabel simply needed to hug Isabela to save the miracle.

Normally something like hugging your sister would be easy, but not with Isabela and Mirabel. The latter made that quite clear as the three of them sat behind a plant staring at Isabela’s door across the upper level. It wasn’t until after Bruno encouraged her that Mirabel finally mustered up the courage to hug her sister. She and Adriana watched as Bruno knocked on wood as a luck ensurance before falling back into Pedro’s portrait hole. Adriana stared at it for a moment thoughtfully.

“Hey, Mira?” She asked softly, though she didn’t need to finish her thought before the younger girl spoke.

“Go ahead,” Mirabel responded with a knowing look. “You have a lot of catching up to do.” Adriana offered the girl a thankful smile before walking over to the portrait hole, opening it enough to slip through.

For a moment she forgot how difficult it was to get to his room, having to go over and under various obstacles. And, of course, the giant chasm she had to jump over. She got through it with relative ease like she had the first time, then continued on until she reached the door. As her hand lifted to knock, she hesitated.

Of course she knew she had nothing to worry about, it just was Bruno, her Bruno. But, at the same time, she hasn’t seen him in ten years, and ten years can change someone. She stood there for close to five minutes as she weighed her options. In the end she decided to throw caution to the wind and finally knocked.

“Bruno?” She called softly. “Can I come in?” There was a tense silence that left Adriana waiting for the man’s answer with bated breath. It took a moment for him to answer, but he eventually did, telling her to come in.

Once she did so, they spent a lot of time talking. They talked about everything that happened before he left, after he left, what Adriana had been up to lately, what Bruno had been up to lately, just everything. It was exactly what Adriana needed. She was finally getting the answers that she desperately craved for the last ten years apart from him. Words couldn’t explain how relieved she was when she learned that it was not her fault, but everyone else’s for their treatment of him. That’s when she sympathized with him.

“I’m not mad at you, you know,” Adriana mentioned softly. The man looked at her, obviously surprised.

“Really?” She nodded, offering him a small smile.

“Upset, maybe, but not mad. Sure, there were many days and nights when I wondered why you didn’t feel like you could confide in me, but I was never angry at you. I don’t think I could ever be mad at you,” she laughed softly, shaking her head. Bruno chuckled along with her, then carefully reached over and took her hand.

“I never stopped thinking about you,” he muttered softly. “I couldn’t imagine how you felt when you found out I was gone. There were many days and nights where I just wallowed in my guilt about it. I missed you so much mi corazón (my heart).” His confession made her heart melt. She squeezed his hand before intertwining their fingers.

“I missed you too mi (mi) Bruno,” she whispered, lifting their hands to press a kiss to the back of his. Things weren’t one hundred percent clear with them, especially with Casita potentially losing its magic and the Madrigal’s fate resting on Mirabel and Isabela, but at least this would be a start. And a start was all they needed, it could only get better from there.

#encanto #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal #Bruno Madrigal fanfiction

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zafirosreverie · 26 days

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Julieta & Bruno headcanons

for @hectic-hector we both know these two are the best!

They're 15 minutes apart

Julieta gave Alma a heart attack because she was born calm, without crying or noise.

But she was the healthiest baby. Bruno was born weaker and smaller than his sisters.

He couldn't sleep alone, he always had to be between his sisters, but over time Pepa became more independent, leaving them alone.

It never bothered Julieta, and even after getting their own rooms and gifts, she would always leave an empty spot next to her on the bed, knowing that Bruno would appear at any time of the night.

While Pepa preferred to play outside and explore, Bruno and Julieta were home children. They would play chess, cards, puzzles, or read together.

They were the ones who could pretend to be each other, which greatly bothered Pepa. They stopped when they realized that it really hurt her not to look like her siblings.

Bruno was Julieta's guinea pig while she learned to cook. He trusted his sister, and no matter how bad the food looked, he would eat it and be honest about the taste.

Because of this, Bruno actually learned to cook and is really good at it, he just prefers to leave the hard work to his sister.

But he doesn't hesitate to take over if Julieta needs to rest.

Bruno was the baby when they played. Always. Sometimes it was hard for him to know when the game ended because Julieta would treat him like a baby anyway.

He's a gentleman and he was since he was little. He would open the door for his sisters or help them cross puddles or give them the hand when they went down the stairs.

Again, with Pepa more interested in exploring and being independent, Bruno stopped doing it with her, but he always did it for Julieta, even as adults, he still retains those instincts and makes sure to be a total gentleman with her.

Pepa complains about this, saying that he was never "good" to her and that it was obvious who his favorite sister was.

Bruno simply agrees and hugs Julieta while he sticks his tongue out at Pepa.

"As if she wasn't your favorite too" (Yes, yes she is. Julieta is the favorite sister of her two siblings, but they still love each other…in their own way)

Julieta just laughs, but she hugs Bruno back while she smiles evilly at Pepa just to annoy her.

"Mamá!! Your children are evil!!" "I don't remember any of them breaking my vases as kids, tho" "I can't believe this family treats me like this, betrayal after betrayal." (Pepa's the drama queen, you can't change my mind)

Bruno was not very good at school, he was better than Pepa, but he still had a hard time understanding many things. Julieta spent afternoons patiently explaining to him what she had understood.

For that reason, Bruno got used to going to her when he had doubts, even after returning to the family.

Julieta's the secret keeper for both her siblings. In a way, she knows them better than Alma (or Félix in Pepa's case) ever will.

When Julieta felt too pressured by the expectations of her mother and the town, she hid in Bruno's room.

He never questioned it, he simply sat with her, listening to her without interrupting and offering hugs from time to time (he didn't know what else to do).

She knew that she didn't have to be perfect with him, that she could make mistakes, do stupid things, scream, jump, just be herself, without fear of being judged.

Bruno loves those moments. He got used to seeing his older sister as a perfect doll, it was nice to be able to see her being human again.

Julieta was the only person Pepa couldn't beat in a fight (the woman is strong, okay? We don't give her enough credit just because she's the calmest of the triplets), which is why Bruno hid behind her every time Pepa intimidated him.

She cooked whatever she was in the mood to make, but it was more common for her to spoil Bruno with food than her sister and mother. But she would never admit it.

When the grandchildren were born, Julieta's daughters immediately chose him as their favorite "mom's sibling".

"It wasn't enough for you to steal my sister, now you are also taking my nieces from me?!" "Pepa, your cloud!"

When his sisters started dating, instead of trying to seem intimidating, he would simply tell the suitors that if they hurt any of them, he would give them a horrible vision (he knows his gift doesn't work like that, but it was his way of protecting Pepa and Juli).

His favorite niece is Mirabel. No questions, no doubts. I'm not even going to argue this point, I'll just say that she was his favorite from the moment she was born (probably because she looked so much like Julieta and in a way he felt like he could repay her for all the love and care she had for him through Mirabel).

The night he disappeared, the only person he had time to write to was Julieta. He didn't tell her where he was going, he just asked her not to hate him and that he promised her he would be okay. He thanked her for everything she had done for him and said he was sorry for not being the best brother to her.

It was the worst pain Julieta had ever felt. It was as if she had lost one of her babies, and she refused to leave her room for weeks, clinging to that letter.

In the end, only Pepa was able to get her out of there, reminding her that she still had her, and that she needed her. The two became closer in those years because of the fear they had of losing each other too.

Julieta hated her mother and sister's unspoken rule not to talk about Bruno. She hated it with all her soul, but she knew that she couldn't do anything about it if she didn't want to make things worse for Mirabel.

She didn't say anything when Pepa went to vent to her and inevitably ended up cursing Bruno, she simply sat next to her and hugged her, even if she didn't agree with what she said.

Still, she couldn't be mad at Bruno. Hurt, sad and desperate maybe, but never really angry.

She could never hate him, she could not curse his name nor could she harbor resentment in her heart for having left her. He was still her brother and even though she didn't know where he was, she still loved him and refused to say a single bad thing about him.

Bruno not only chose the hiding place near the kitchen because of the free food, but because it is the place where Julieta spent the most time, and being with her (even if she didn't know it) calmed him down and made him feel better.

He sometimes wondered if what he did was worth it, as he listened to Julieta break down little by little.

There's no way in the world Julieta left him out of her sight for more than a few minutes when he returned. There was simply no human power that would make her turn away from him, for fear of losing him again if she looked away.

Bruno didn't care, knowing that he had years to make up for hurting her.

Curiously, rebuilding his relationship with her was more difficult than with Pepa and Alma or anyone else.

Perhaps because he had never been as close to them as he was with his older sister, and it broke his heart to realize that the reason the miracle had broken in the first place was not just because of Alma's expectations on the family, but because he himself had broken the strongest bond he had as well.

It took a few months for them to start trusting each other the same way they had. Bruno had to learn to talk to her freely again, without sounding like he was walking on eggshells around her.

And Julieta had to learn to give him space, to trust that he wouldn't leave again and take his word that she hadn't been the reason he left in the first place, that she really had done enough and more for him.

It was a slow process, but they managed to make it work and that was all that mattered to them.

And that's all for now because I could go on and on about these two and we would never leave this post. I just love them so so much!!! (and Pepa too)

#julieta madrigal #julieta my beloved #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal preference #julieta madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal preference #bruno madrigal imagine #julieta & bruno #madrigal triplets #at least two of them #encanto preferences #encanto imagines #encanto headcanons #encanto

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jacarandaaaas · 5 months

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the tale of 3 sisters book is insane for this💀

#encanto #encanto disney #disneys encanto #mirabel madrigal #bruno madrigal #RATS IN UR COFFEE SIR???#he did not give a fuck I’m crying #imagine if we got this in the movie💀#unhinged #encanto books

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justxright · 2 years

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Bruno Madrigal x Reader // “Fuck That Man that you Love so Bad”

No more soft fuzzy Bruno. I want angst. I don’t want peace, I want problems. Always.

A/N : I use she/ her pronouns, also mentions of death.

Its been weeks. Perhaps months since he has locked himself away in his tower. His room the casita redecorated for him had suddenly shifted back into its original form. It was no longer comforting and clean with a nice open space. Instead, it had revered back to having an enormous staircase in an empty, sandy cave.

He refused to leave his cave and the only time he’d ever eat is if Mirabel or Julieta would climb those stairs to bring him some food. Even then, he just didn’t feel like it but his sister and niece were determined to keep him alive.

“Tío Bruno… You can’t stay up here forever.” Mirabel’s voice echoed behind him while he lay in the sand breathing so quietly, she could have mistaken him for being dead.

“I’ll stay up here for as long as she is gone…” His voice was so silent, so quite. All the enthusiasm and improv in his voice was gone. It was like listening to the wind and hearing nothing.

Mirabel’s face had turned sorrowful for her uncle and spoke with a slight crack in her voice. She didn’t want to be the one to break the news to him. “Tío… she’s not coming back. I’m sorry but Y/n got married last week.”

His face didn’t even flinch. His body remained flat into the sand with the sound of his breathing echoing through the cave.

He knew. Bruno would always predict your future in hopes that one day he’ll see you with him again. But no, it only got worse.

He saw you meet a new man. Then he saw you get married. Oh, but the worse part was when he saw you pregnant with twins. That’s when he completely lost it and locked himself away. He knew you’d never love him as much as you loved your new husband, and that you would never be the one to have a family with him.

How he wished that you were Y/n Madrigal instead of whatever your new name was. “I’ve known before anyone else Mirabel and nothing you say will get me to leave.”

Mirabel began to slowly walk over to her uncle’s side and sat down quietly as she placed a plate of food by him. “Will you at least promise me that you’ll eat?…”

Nothing. No reply. Just the sound of soft breathing in an empty cave.

“Tío Bruno?…” Mirabel whispered while turning her head towards his face.

His face was red and puffy from all the crying. It’s like he had nothing left. No tears. No more screaming and crying to do. He was left with an empty heart and with whatever else was left of him.

“Fuck…” he whimpered quietly. “Fuck that man that she loves so bad. Fuck everything he took from me. If my future isn’t with her then I don’t want one.”

Mirabel felt his heartache and even began to feel tears in her own eyes. It was hard to see him the way he was now, and no amount of trying to convince him to move on was going to work.

For the time being, family members would climb the stairs and visit Bruno almost everyday. Someone new every time, until one day they stopped. His door no longer glowed, and the carving picture of him began to fade away until the whole door itself was completely gone.

You had only found out Bruno’s passing when a funeral was held in the town. None of the Madrigals would tell you how he died, but when you asked Mariano, he described it as “His heart just withered away.”

You only stood there with wide eyes and disbelief. No one would tell you how he died, and you finally understand why. It was because of you and the guilt overwhelmed you, consuming you alive as you stood at the very back of the funeral.

The Madrigals didn’t want to blame you. It was never your fault to chose the one you love.

But sometimes they wished that you didn’t break his heart as hard as you did.

Yuh. I don’t even know, but I’m typing all this up in the club rn. I hope y’all enjoyed <33

#bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto imagine #bruno encanto #encanto x reader #x reader #bruno x reader

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Comforting an Anxious Bruno Madrigal

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship, comfort kisses, comforting touches, anxiety

A/N: I definitely think it'd take Bruno some time to get used to being around a lot of people again.

Bruno is very used to being alone with his thoughts so it takes him a while to adjust to being in large crowds of people

In addition he also doesn't feel comfortable being in big open spaces for a very long amount of time

When ever the two of you go for a date in the town, or just a walk together, he's always a little tense at first, adjusting to all the unmuffled noise around him

At first he was a little jumpy around the town folk and understandably so, they always thought he brought bad luck

It was weird for the people to see him walking around again, it was a very tense and awkward atmosphere at first

You always held his hand, your thumb caressing the back of his hand in soothing circles, offering him comforting smiles whenever he glances your way

Over time it became easier for him to interact with the people in town and he started to visit you late at night rather than you always going over to his room

Of course his mice accompany him, sometimes arriving before him, bringing you flowers

But he still doesn't like spending a lot of time outside, with lost of eyes on him

When he feels overwhelmed he pulls his hood up over his head in an attempt to hide his face, his hands having a tight grip on his poncho

If he does that then you will loop your arm around his, lead him either to your house or his room, which ever is closer, pull his hood back and slowly kiss his face and lips, leaning his head on your chest and just telling him to breathe along with you

When he calms down a bit you'll go and eat some of Julieta's cooking, not for any healing but because Bruno loves the food so much, it brings back warm memories to him

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 2 years

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imagine you and Bruno leaving the Encanto and taking Mirabel with you

#encanto imagines #my stuff #encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x reader #mirabel madrigal #tío bruno #encanto x reader #bruno madrigal imagine #imagine #papa bruno au

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capypub · 2 years

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prompt 14 pretty please ? :)

#14 “I’m not jealous! It’s just, you’re mine!”

Rating: M (contains mature content, readers agree they are 18+ by continuing to read)

She watched her lover, betrothed actually, talk to the woman at the jewelry booth she currently occupied. What had started out as Bruno wandering over to ask a question about a necklace that caught his eye had now turned into a twenty minute conversation with more hair twirling and flirtatious giggling directed towards her soon-to-be-husband for her comfort.

Of course, her sweet lover was oblivious to what was going on, still having trouble recognizing when his own pareja tried to flirt with him, and they were engaged! She huffed, glaring daggers at the pretty jewelry woman who currently held Bruno’s attention. He sported a small, polite small, happily engaging in the conversation as if this woman wasn’t eyeing him like her next meal.

She finally decided she’d have enough when the other woman reached out and touched Bruno’s forearm, laughing at something he had said with more enthusiasm than probably necessary. Calmly crossing the plaza, his lover approached the booth with the natural grace he fell in love with, stopping beside him and greeting him with a sweet smile and kiss on the cheek.

“Almost ready to go, amor?” she asks, lacing her fingers with his, her left hand lightly grasping the sleeve of the hand she held, subtly showing off the engagement ring.

“Claro, mi cielo,” he nodded, still getting flustered at times when she gave him public displays of affection, but loving every time she did, “thank you, señora, for your help,” he said to the vendor who know sported a small scowl.

As they moved away from the booth, Bruno lightly slipped his hand from hers, opting to hook his arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer so that he could whisper to her as they made their way out of the crowded market. She preened at his actions, eager to be closer after getting so worked up about the jewelry woman.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he commented quietly, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke.

She scoffed with a smirk. “What do you mean?”

He responds with a similar scoff to her own. “You have a very threatening energy when you want to, amor, especially when you’re jealous.” he chuckled, kissing the side of her head.

“I’m not jealous!” she clarified with a growing blush and defiant pout, “it’s just, you’re mine!” she huffs sullenly, avoiding his amused grin.

“You’re right, mi amor, I am yours in every sense of the word, body, mind and soul, as you are mine,” he agreed, kissing her temple, “so what could possibly be the reason for working yourself up over another woman, hm?” he asked, keeping his eyes forward as he maneuvered them past bustling shoppers and running children.

“I…I don’t know, I just…don’t like other women looking at you like that,” she hesitates, “especially when they’re…prettier and, um,more mature,” she murmured.

“Wait, what? What are you talking about, amor?” Bruno questions, completely surprised by where the conversation had gone so quickly, “How long have you felt like this?” he asks her softly, leading them away from the crowded street, opting to walk behind the buildings through the narrower street and alleyways.

“Since we met, Bruno, it’s…hard not to worry when your soon-to-be husband is over ten years older than you, and,” you emphasized, “comes from the most prominent family in the region,” she added, finally coming to a stop and turning away from him, blinking back frustrated and embarrassed tears.

“Oh, mi dulce niña,” Bruno sighs, his chest aching at the sight of his love upset.

“It’s just,” she continues, her voice soft but sharp, “women like her are what people expect you know? Your mother would love go marry her son off to a well-established, mature woman who can make a home and instead, he’s going to marry…some little girl,” she sighs, running her hand through her hair, tensing when Bruno placed his hands on her shoulders and backed her up until she connected with the wall of the building that hid them from the busy crowd just on the other side.

“Corazón, you’re my world, mi cielo, mi vida,” he said, leaning towards her, using his hips to pin hers down, stroking her jaw lovingly as he ghosted a kiss on her temple, then her nose and finally her mouth, “no one else could ever make me feel the things you do,” he adds before kissing her fully this time, her hands coming to grip his shoulders and hold her to him.

Bruno kept her pressed into the wall, his hands wandering her body, barely lingering for more than a moment on one part. She sighs as they kiss, relaxing into his embrace as his hands trace her waist. She chokes on a breath when his hands find her behind, gripping her cheeks firmly as he lifts her up, hooking her legs around his waist and holding her to the wall.

“Bruno!” she gasps, her voice hushed as he held her so provocatively in public.

“Mi amorcita, I can’t help myself,” he says hoarsely against her mouth, his lips creating a wet trail from her own to where her neck and shoulder joined, “just thinking about you makes me so desperate to taste you, mi favorite bombón,” he groans gruffly, sucking at the skin over her pulse, feeling her legs squeeze around his hips at his ministrations.

“Bruno, s-someone could see us, amor,” she attempts, even as her hands lace through his curls and tug, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Let them,” he mutters against her skin, “let them see who you belong to,” he adds, bringing one hand to her chest, softly massaging the flesh through the material of her blouse.

She moans softly, her eyes closing as she loses her sense of reason to his touch, becoming pliant and submissive as he toyed with her nipples and sucked a deep bruise just below her collarbone. He’s waiting for her to fully submit, waiting to hear those words that will signal she’s given into her lust. He kisses her again, hungrily assaulting her mouth with skilled practice. She’s starting to breathe heavier, her own hands beginning to wander under his shirt.

“Bruno, por favor, I can’t,” she chokes out, her head thrown back as he nips and sucks at her earlobe and the soft skin right below it.

“What do you need, mi amorcita?” he asks, already knowing, just needing to push her that last step so he could ravish her and worship her like the goddess she is to him.

“I need you,” she whined, her nails digging into his lower arm as bits her lip.

“You need me?” he teases with a smirk, “what do you need from me, querida?”

“Please,” she whines, her eyes heavy and dilated with lust.

He arched his brow, waiting. “Hm?” he questions, squeezing her hip.

“P-please…papí, I need you,” she cries in frustration, pressing her body into his , feeling his half-hardened length press into her thigh through their close.

Bruno chuckled darkly. “Of course, princesa, your papí will always take care of you,” he said lowly in her ear, immediately spinning her around to press her chest into the wall, bringing her hands to brace against the cold stone, “be good and don’t get us caught,” he directs her, visually sweeping their surroundings before lifting the material of her skirt up, bundling it in his fist while simultaneously undoing his own belt.

She makes small, desperate noises, arching her back in a weak attempt to grind against his leg. He pinched her behind, making her gasp and tense up. She squeezed her eyes shut when she felt the swollen head of his cock press against her wet folds, her lips parted as she sighed in satisfaction after he’d sheathed himself fully.

“Ah, que fuerte,” he grunted, resting his forehead on her shoulder blades as he waited for her to adjust to the intrusion, struggling to hold himself back from losing himself in the heavenly, warmth and wetness of her.

“Please, papí, I need you to fuck me,” she whispers as he buries his face in her neck and begins to rut slowly.

Bruno has to bring his hand up from squeezing her hip to cover her mouth, worried that her noises might attract curious eyes. She’s squeezing him so nicely not long after he’d set a steady pace, her walls fluttering around his length as she whined and panted into his palm, her cheek pressed into the cold wall. He doesn’t stop until she’s going rigid and trying to push him off, her whole body trembling as he worked her through her release, his own climax approaching, the added risk of their actions only adding to his lust.

“Be good for me, amorcita, I’m almost there,” he groans into her ear, sloppily kissing along her neck as his pace intensified, chasing his end.

“Ah! Fuck, papí, feels so good,” she moans after he released her mouth, both hands coming down to grip her waist and drive himself roughly into her, his nails digging deep into her skin as he feels himself teetering on the edge of his release.

“I’ll be good, papí, I’ll be so good for you,” she eagerly insists, moaning into her own hand when he gives a final low grunt and releases his seed deep into her.

“Oh, mierda, I’ll never be tired of that,” he laughs after catching his breath, helping readjust her clothes as she struggles to stand on shaking legs.

“I love you,” she cooed once they were both presentable again.

“I love you too, mi amor, forever, please talk to me if you ever experience such doubts again, I will gladly remind you how special and wonderful you are, day or night,” he insisted, kissing her passionately, another demonstration of his love that had her swooning and completely enamored by her strange and amazing lover, soon-to-be-husband.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal smut #bruno madrigal fluff #bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x original female character #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal encanto #encanto fluff #encanto imagine #encanto smut

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usedtobeguest123 · 7 months

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...He raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Favorite people? Was he included on that list? Julieta just smiled and turned back to the dishes. It took Bruno a moment, but he also slowly resumed his duties, finding he couldn't put away the little smile on his own face that had arrived at the thought that he might be someone's favorite.

I drew from my fic La Traes again for @encantober-official Day 2 - siblings. This scene is a little exchange that happens between the triplets--the OG siblings. You can find the whole thing below the cut.

“You need to get out of the house, hermanito,” Julieta had said to him gently one evening after dinner as they washed dishes together. “It’s…been a while, sí?”

“Eso se queda corto,” Pepa had mumbled as she dumped some more dishes into the soapy water, earning a glare from both of her siblings. [ That's an understatement.] She widened her eyes at them as if to say What? Am I wrong?

“I’m just saying ,” Julieta continued, pointedly moving past Pepa’s comment, “that it might do you some good, to have a little more change of scenery.”

“I-I think I’m doing just fine,” he replied a bit defensively. And he did. He went for walks with Dolores around the perimeter of Casita, down to the river where it ran past the southwest edge of the grassy lawn. Sometimes he’d wander out back behind the house, napping in the afternoon sun before it disappeared behind the mountainous wall that guarded the back of their home. Compared to the previous ten years, he was a veritable expeditionist now.

“Of course you are,” Pepa said, putting an arm around his shoulders. He hunched them in response, glancing at her suspiciously.

“Y-yeah?”

“Yeah! You’ve made it to the edge of the grass! That’s like, what, un kilómetro cuadrado, yeah? A completely normal amount of space for a person to exist in.”

[One square kilometer.] Bruno’s frown deepened. “You’re mocking me.”

Pepa winked at him.

“A-alright, alright,” he said, waving his hands in the air beside his head in surrender. “I’ll, uh, I'll go to the banana fields tomorrow. As long as it’s not a harvest day,” he added, pointing a finger at Julieta, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly at him. “Or an irrigation day. Or you know…a-a day with other, um, other people there.”

The busyness of rebuilding Casita last year had given him enough social interaction outside his immediate family to last him quite a while…a very long while. Thankfully, he’d been able to largely lose himself in the organized chaos of it all, and Mirabel had been particularly helpful, working as a liaison between him and anyone he’d had to interact with, smoothing the awkwardness away with her easy conversation and joyful presence. And he had managed to largely ignore the curious stares that came from, well, from pretty much everyone until the novelty of his return had worn off. Well…at least he had pretended to ignore them.

“I don’t want to pressure you, arenoso,” Julieta said gently, putting a slightly soapy hand on his shoulder. “I just don’t want…”

…don’t want you to get lost again. She’d let her sentence trail off, but the unspoken ending hung awkwardly in the air anyway. They’d both turned back to their dishes, with Pepa standing stiffly beside them, hugging a freshly dried plate to her stomach. The cloud above her head darkened just a little. Bruno winced down at the soapy water as the silence surrounding them grew painful.

“H-hey, maybe you can spend the day with Antonio tomorrow?" Pepa offered nervously, popping the tension like a soap bubble. "He needs a…a break …from routine, too."

Bruno and Julieta looked at their sister with matching frowns, both narrowing their eyebrows in concern. It would have been comical or even sweet to see the same expression mirrored between her two siblings again…if she didn’t feel the weight of the very same concern pulling down the corners of her own mouth.

Antonio had been struggling to find a place for himself in the Madrigal visits to town. Before his gift, he might have shyly clung to Mirabel’s skirts or played in the dirt while Pepa rained on the fields, never quite brave enough to venture out to play with the other children on his own, refusing to speak to the adults that smiled down at him. Pepa worried about his shyness.

But now a different problem had presented itself. Antonio was now more than happy to engage with anyone and everyone, possessing a newfound courage with his animal friends by his side, but his animal friends were also decidedly wild, and even Antonio could not control every move they made. Just last week, some monkeys that had trailed him into the town had wandered away and found some storage crates of fruit, working together to drop them from the roof of a nearby house until the crates smashed open and spilled out a feast that was then fit only for them. The owner of the crates had not been happy.

Most of the jungle animals had largely maintained a healthy, fearful distance from the bustling, busy streets of the Encanto for the fifty years it had occupied the valley, but Antonio’s warmth and friendship seemed to have blurred that boundary, and Abuela was struggling to find a balance between loving encouragement and civic order. And when Abuela struggled with something, all the Madrigals struggled with her, in one way or another.

“...Mamá suggested that maybe Antonio might spend some time in the forest paths, playing with his gift,” Pepa explained, putting away the plate so she could pull at her braid. A knowing glance between all three siblings conveyed the underlying meaning of the word play—learn to get it under control. “Félix was going to take him, but you two get along so well, Bruno. Maybe you could spend some time with him, and you both could enjoy the fresh air. You know. Bonding?”

Bruno blew out an exaggerated breath, his cheeks puffing and his shoulders dropping dramatically. He pulled his mouth to the side and looked at Pepa with an expression of reluctant concession. How could he say no to a whole day with his sobrino? He loved the kid. And the very fact that Abuela had been the one to suggest the break from town…well. He knew what that felt like. No matter how nicely she put it, how lovingly she intended it, he knew it would feel like a punishment to Antonio. That thought…well that thought broke his heart a little.

“...F-fine,” he mustered in response. “We’ll go for a walk in the–- ” he swallowed dryly“ –- i-in the forest.”

A bit of sunlight broke through from behind the cloud above Pepa’s head, and Bruno couldn’t help but flash a small, crooked smile up at it. She pulled him sideways by his collar and planted a kiss on his cheek, which he winced at but accepted gratefully. Julieta nudged him with her hip.

“There you go! That will be fun,” she said happily, clearly convinced this was a fantastic solution for all parties. Bruno was not so sure. “Take Mirabel with you, too, if you want. You know she’d love to join her two favorite people for the day.”

Bruno had raised his eyebrows in surprise at that. Favorite people? Was he included in that list? Julieta had just smiled and turned back to the dishes. It had taken Bruno a moment, but he also slowly resumed his duties, finding he couldn’t put away the little smile on his own face that had arrived at the thought that he might be someone’s favorite.

So here he was now, sharing a picnic blanket with a sloth and a capybara—among other crawling, flittering things—nursing a bruised ego after having been tackled by a six year old on a jaguar, all because he was a pushover who couldn’t say no to time with his sobrinos.

Caray. The things I get myself into…

--La Traes, Chapter 1

#Encantober #siblings #encanto #I tried not to spend too much time on this one so please excuse the sloppy background 😁 Just imagine they are in the kitchen...#pepa madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #madrigal triplets #my art #my writing #la traes #Bruno from Before

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