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Hello, I hope ur having a lovely day. ^^ (I have a fic request for Encanto, 22 yrs old btw)

May I request, Bruno Madrigalxfem!reader, in which they have a couple dynamic similar to Roger and Jessica rabbit. The reader is one of the most beautiful and sought out woman in all of the village, villagers constantly ask for her hand/show interest in her, not knowing she’s already in a relationship with Bruno. 🥰 If it were up to her, she would gladly and proudly display their relationship to the village but Bruno told her to keep it a secret for now since he feels like he’ll ruin her reputation 🥺

Maybe one day the madrigals are having a family dinner together and Bruno decides to tell his family about his gf but no one believes him, they all think he’s lying about being in a relationship 😭 even Mirabel struggles to fully believe him even though she tries to be optimistic about it lol. Until his gf actually shows up one day and the whole family is shocked 😂 not only is he in a relationship but he scored the most sought out woman in the village. 😂

The villagers to the reader: “What do u even see in that guy!?!?” 🤨

Reader: “He makes me laugh 😏”

Bcuz of this experience, reader decides it’s time to no longer hide their relationship. And proudly shows off her man to the village, lots of pda with a very flustered but happy Bruno. 😊💕✨After all that, Reader and Bruno have a picnic date together, where smut ensues~👀✨

(BONUS POINTS if reader is taller than Bruno 😭🙏🏻✨)

(Sorry for the long request. I tried to be specific as possible, no worries if u can’t write all of it ^^)

Thanks again and have a good day. ❤️

Mi Vida (Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader)

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut Warnings: PDA, Secret (not so secret) Relationship, Unwanted Flirting, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex (M! and F! Receiving), Delayed Orgasm, Sub!Bruno Madrigal, Unprotected P in V Sex (You Know to the Drill), Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cumming Too Quickly, Cum Eating, Swearing, Pet Names Word Count: 6.5k+ A/N: OMG Bruno is literally my favorite Disney character! 😭🙏🏻💗 Thank you so much for your sweet request and I hope you enjoy!

“¡Muchas gracias, Señora (L/N)!” Mirabel chirped as she took the box of fresh Aborrajados from you [Thank you very much, Ms!]. You smiled and gave the young woman a short nod, some flour still caked on your face after rushing over from your bakery.

“De nada, Mirabel,” you smiled warmly [You're welcome]. You caught a glimpse of Bruno slinking behind one of the newly reconstructed pillars of Casita, his eyes soft and lips drawn into a sheepish smile. You giggled softly and leaned down to Mirabel. “Tell your familia I said hello,” you grinned warmly [family]. She hummed before following your line of sight. Bruno tensed and quickly tried to shift back into the shadows…only to trip over a large potted plant.

You gasped and nearly rushed to his side before he stumbled back to his feet. Bruno’s eyes were as wide as saucers as his cheeks flushed with pink. The dark-haired man flashed you a toothy grin and gave you a small wave. You giggled and waved back. Mirabel looked between the two of you and gave a small smile.

“Thank you again for the treats,” the young woman beamed. You blinked.

“Hm? Oh, you’re welcome,” you said before stealing another glance of your beloved…only to find him gone from your line of sight. "Buenas noches, Mirabel," you sighed while giving her a tired smile. The young girl gave a quick nod before you saw yourself off. A soft sigh left your lips as Casita slowly closed the front doors with a light creak. You bit the inside of your cheek as you turned on your heel, the sun already starting to set over the crest of the tall mountains surrounding the Encanto.

Suddenly, a high-pitched squeak resonated through the air. You froze in place before hearing it again, this time followed by a soft rustling of leaves. You slowly took a few steps closer towards a bush nearby, your heart pounding beneath your chest as you hesitantly pushed the branches back. You gasped when a baby capybara suddenly poked its head out; it's button eyes sparkling as it titled its head curiously. You cooed and bent down, your large, colorful skirt billowing around your legs as you picked up the tiny creature.

“Aw, que linda,” you murmured [how cute]. The little, furry pup tilted its head to the other side and sniffed your hand before squeaking happily. You laughed softly as it rubbed its head against your palm and flicked its ears. You looked up when you heard Alma Madrigal and the others gathering around in the dining room, their voices filtering through the open window just above your head.

"What are those, mi vida?" Julieta asked her youngest daughter as she carried the box of treats into the room.

"Aborrajados. (Y/N) brought them from her bakery just now," the young woman piped up. You smiled as you stroked the capybara's soft fur while it cuddled up in your lap.

"(Y/N), eh?" Felix asked. Mirabel hummed in reply as she took her seat. "I remember when your Tío Bruno had the biggest crush on her when we were teenagers," he chuckled. You cover ed your mouth and giggled as you recalled the first time you caught Bruno staring at you in the marketplace; his hand picking at a loose strand of his ruana as he gave you a shy smile.

"Aha, yep," you heard Bruno chuckle nervously before he started to drum his fingers on the table. The sound of silverware clinking filled the air as the family began to feast on their meal.

"She's always been such a sweet girl. Remember when she danced with you at Julieta's wedding?" Alma piped up. You could imagine your love tugging at the collar of his brown shirt as cleared his throat.

"S-Sí, Mamá," he muttered. A giddy smile crossed your features as you recalled him constantly muttering apologies for stepping on your feet...only for you to hush him with a quicky peck on his cheek. You've never seen someone blush such a deep shade of red in your life.

"I always wondered why she never married. She's the most beautiful woman in the whole village," Félix stated nonchalantly. You felt a gust of wind explode from the room as a low rumble of thunder reverberated across the walls. "That is…the most beautiful woman after you, mi amor," the man's voice wavered nervously. You could only imagine the look of irritation on Pepa's face.

"You know, I always wondered why she never found a husband, either," Mirabel said. You tucked your bottom lip beneath your teeth as you shifted your gaze to your beloved. His face was drawn with a tense expression as he sucked in a sharp breath, his fingers almost vibrating against the table as he bounced his leg.

"Probably because we've been seeing each other this whole time," Bruno suddenly blurted out. Your jaw dropped as the whole room went dead silent.

For so long, he refused to confess your relationship to the village...let alone his own family. You understood why - even after he “returned” to the Encanto and helped rebuild his home, quite a few villagers were still weary of the prophetic Madrigal. Despite the countless times you've reassured him that you didn't care what everyone else thought, he refused to allow his reputation to "ruin you".

You were pulled back to the present when you heard the Madrigal's whisper amongst themselves.

“Really?” Bruno’s brother-in-law, Agustín, bluntly asked.

“Agustín,” Julieta chastised her husband with a loud whisper. You peeked through the window as you cradled the pup in your arms, your fluttering as you waited for Bruno to continue. The whites of his eyes nearly swallowed the two pools of hazel resting within them as he gulped. Your beloved eventually took a deep breath and puffed out his chest a little.

“S-Sí,” he answered while knocking on the wooden surface of the table. A long pause remained as your heart skipped a beat. You anxiously held your breath as you studied the faces of everyone in the room. The family members exchanged glances before a low rumble of chuckles filtered through the dining room. You furrowed your brows as amused smiles washed over their faces.

"That's a good one, bro!" Félix chortled before slapping his hand on the table.

“B-But it’s true!” Bruno stammered as he frantically looked around. Your heart burned as you clenched your jaw and narrowed your eyes. His gaze locked with his youngest nieces as he furrowed his brows. “You believe me…right, Mirabel?” your love asked with pleading eyes. His niece tensed in her seat, her lips drawn in a tight line.

“I…I don’t know, Tío,” she sighed while looking down at her lap. Bruno's shoulders slumped as he wrung his hands together. “I mean, it’s not impossible…but how come you never really mentioned it until now?” Mirabel questioned. The chatter suddenly broke when the youngest Madrigal, Antonio, gasped.

“Where did Sofia go?!” he cried. You squeaked and ducked your head as everyone began to scramble around the dining room. You looked down at the baby capybara and raised your brows while it sniffed your palm.

"I'm guessing that's you," you whispered. You flinched when someone suddenly poked their head out the window. You instantly relaxed as Bruno met your gaze.

“Hola, hermoso,” you murmured [Hello, handsome]. Bruno blinked, his cheeks still dusted with scarlet as he gave you an uneasy expression.

“Hi…” he quietly replied as his eyes trailed down to your lap. "You found Sofia," he muttered. You giggled and nodded as you handed him the pup...but not before you stole a quick kiss on his cheek. Bruno's eyes widened as you let your lips linger against his stubbly skin.

“I could come inside there right now and prove them wrong, you know,” you said as you twirled one of his thick, curly locks between your fingers. You leaned forward a little more, your warm breath falling against his lips as he nearly dropped the young pup. "I've missed the feeling of your lips against mine," you purred. Your love swallowed thickly as he stared at your mouth with his deep, hazel eyes.

“Is she out there, Bruno?!” his sister, Pepa, suddenly shouted nearby. He tensed and shifted his gaze between the dining room and you. Bruno squeezed his eyes shut and sighed heavily.

“Lo siento, mi corazón,” he murmured while giving you an apologetic look [I’m sorry, my heart]. You reached out as he dipped back inside, leaving you kneeling on the patch of grass below. You sighed while everyone rejoiced in the dining room, happy to have found Antonio’s little friend. You smoothed your hands over your skirt before slowly rising to your feet. Your heart ached for your beloved as you began to walk away from Casita, the house shutters groaning and waving at you as if beckoning you to return. You simply shook your head before turning back to the stone path ahead of you.

The sky was painted with a collage of orange and blue hues as you stepped into the village. Streetlights flickered overhead as your footsteps echoed down the pathways. You scoffed and rolled your eyes when one of your many “suitors” suddenly stepped into view.

“I was wondering where you’d run off to, Señora,” the tall, muscular man lilted as he flashed you a blinding grin. You tried to pay him no mind as you walked past him. You gasped when he suddenly rushed forward and stood in the way of your abode. He held a single red rose towards you as his eyes flickered with desire. A bitter taste washed over your tongue as you crossed your arms.

“And I wondering when you’d learn to take a hint, Sebastian,” you huffed, venom laced in every word that fell from your lips. The man placed a hand over his chest as if cradling a fresh wound.

“Oh, mi mariposa. When are you going to realize that no one else in this village is fit to be your husband except me?" he cooed [my butterfly]. You rolled your eyes again before pushing past him. You muttered to yourself as you yanked your key out of your pocket. You sighed as he slid his hand against the wall of your home while hovering over you.

"You know I'm one of the second richest men in the entire Encanto. And I could provide for you...in more ways than one," he purred while going to tuck some hair behind your ear. You scoffed in disgust as you yanked on your doorhandle. You quickly stepped inside and blocked him from entering, your fingers white-knuckling the threshold of your precious bakery.

“I’ll never realize it - you know why? It’s because of three simple words: I’m. Not. Interested,” you spat before slamming the door in his face. You huffed and quicky locked the door behind you.

"¿Dios, alguna vez me dejará en paz?" you groaned while running your hand down your face [God, will he ever leave me alone?]. A small pang echoed inside your chest as you gazed around the empty room, the last sliver of golden light fading from the walls as the sun dipped past the ridge. You sighed as you lit a candle and stepped towards the back of the bakery where you resided.

You frowned as you shuffled into your personal kitchen - a plate of arepas waiting on the slightly chipped surface of your counter. You sighed and slowly pulled the towel back before snatching one from the plate.

Your eyes suddenly lit up just as you took a small bite from the pastry. A playful smirk stretched across your face as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You refused to allow Bruno’s family to accuse him of lying...and you knew just what to do.

+++

Mirabel blinked when she opened the door for you the next morning.

“¿Señora (Y/N)?” she asked as she eyed the stack of boxes in your arms. You gave the young woman a bright smile.

“Buenos días, Mirabel,” you grinned ear to ear [Good morning]. She tilted her head and pursed her lips.

“I don’t remember us ordering anything else from you this week,” Mirabel said. You laughed, the boxes bouncing a little as you gave her a shrug.

“Sí. I just wanted to show my…appreciation for la familia Madrigal, so I whipped up some breakfast pastries for you all,” you chirped. She raised her dark brows.

“Well, thank you! That’s very thoughtful. I’ll just-“ you pulled the boxes away and shook your head.

“Oh, no need, my dear. I’d be more than happy to carry the boxes wherever you need them,” you said. Mirabel blinked.

“Uh…okay,” she said before pushing her green glasses up the bridge of her nose. You followed her inside as she led you towards the back. “This way: we usually eat breakfast outside,” Mirabel commented as she held the door open for you. You saw the family setting the table as you walked through the threshold.

“Thank you, Mirabel,” you beamed. The young woman nodded as she watched you walk over to the long table. Everyone except for your beloved were preparing for the first meal of the day.

“¡Ah, Señora (L/N)!” Alma called with a bright smile. You reflected her expression as you walked over, Julieta coming to your aid and helping you set the boxes down. “To what do we owe the pleasure?” the matriarch of the family asked. You maintained your bright smile as you held your hands out in front of you.

“Oh, I just wanted to stop by and show my appreciation for La Familia Madrigal,” you motioned towards the boxes. You watched as Isabella opened one of the boxes to sneak out a pastry…only for the real Isabella to clear her throat with a raised brow. Camilo sighed as he shifted back to his original form and slipped the treat back inside.

“How thoughtful,” Alma said while clapping her hands together. “Would you like to stay for breakfast? We simply have too much food now,” she offered with a chuckle. You placed a hand over your chest.

“Oh, Señora, you’re too kind,” you said. Alma grinned ear to ear.

“Please, I insist,” she replied while motioning towards an empty seat Casita was already nudging across the tiles. You pretended to think about it for a moment before shrugging.

“Mmm...okay!” you said with a large grin. Alma’s eyes lit up as she smiled.

“Excellent! I’ll have one of the boys get a plate for you,” she grinned with a nod. You smiled before making your way over to an empty chair. Antonio’s eyes lit up as you sat next to him. Sofia slept soundly in his lap as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Thank you for finding Sofia yesterday,” he whispered. You chuckled softly.

“You're welcome, Antonio,” you whispered back. You thanked Agustín as he brought you a plate while the rest of the family filed in. You turned when the little one tugged on your sleeve.

"Everyone said that Tío Bruno was lying, but Sofia told me he wasn't," he said. You smiled when Sofia perked her head up at her name.

"Muchas gracias, Sofia," you whispered gently. Bruno suddenly came stumbling out the door, his hair bunched up in a mess and clothes disheveled as he leaned on the doorframe. You pursed your lips when you saw his pupils blown wide as he panted heavily.

“Forgive my son - he’s always been a late riser,” Alma smiled. Bruno straightened his green ruana before locking eyes with you. You gave him a warm, genuine smile as he froze.

"Mi vida..." he muttered under his breath [my life]. Everyone at the table watched as you rose from your seat and sauntered over to your man. You saw the shock grow in his eyes as you approached him, your lips parted as you dusted some sand from his dark, curly hair.

“I’m so happy to see you…darling,” you said aloud. The whole family gasped when you dipped your head down and kissed his cheek, letting your soft lips rest against his face as you slid your palms onto his thin shoulders. Bruno flapped his hands as his eyes widened even more, the rest of his body as stiff as a statue. You cooed and cupped his cheek as his face flushed with red.

“M-Mi cielo…” he whispered while nervously glancing back and forth between you and his family [my heaven]. You smoothed your thumb across his stubble as you smiled.

“Hermoso…it’s time,” you murmured. Bruno gulped as you slipped your hands into his and squeezed them gently. He straightened his shoulders as much as he took a deep breath and nodded. You beamed before turning to the barrage of shocked faces. Bruno cleared his throat as he clenched your hands.

“Mi familia, this is mi amor...(Y/N),” he smiled sheepishly while motioning towards you [my love]. You smiled and waved at the family.

“It’s nice to be properly acquainted with you all,” you giggled before tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. The table quickly erupted into utter chaos.

“Are you for real?!" Félix boomed.

“Are you sure this isn’t an elaborate prank?!” Isabella gawked.

"I knew this whole time," Dolores shrugged with a quiet whisper.

You and Bruno turned to each other, his face turning red once again as he shrank and winced under their rapid-fire questions. You placed your index finger and thumb against the corners of your lips before whistling loudly. The entire family quickly came to a halt as they whipped their heads towards you.

“I'd be happy to answer all of your questions…if you’ll still have me for breakfast, that is,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. They all slowly sat back down in their chairs while Alma cleared her throat.

“Of course,” the matriarch said with a small smile before motioning towards two empty seats.

A Few Days Later…

“Are you sure about this, mi vida?” Bruno asked nervously as he kept his hood up. You gave him a gentle smile as you pulled his hood back down. The two of you stood in the dimly lit foyer of Casita, a picnic basket slung around your free arm and a quilt over his.

“Absolutely,” you replied with a firm nod. Bruno swallowed thickly as he tugged his hood over his curly locks once more. You sighed and gave him a patient smile before flipping it back over.

"Mi amor, I don't want to spend the day with Hernado, or Jorge, or any other persona of yours...I want to spend it with you," you cooed. Bruno perked his head up as he finally let his hood remain draped over his shoulders. You giggled as he suddenly nuzzled his face against your collarbone, the top of his head brushing against your chin.

“Gracias, mi amor,” he said with a hushed whisper. You smiled brightly as you pecked the crown of his head.

"You're welcome," you replied. "Now...let's go show the village who I belong to," you winked while playfully bumping his hip with yours. Bruno chuckled softly as the two of you stepped outside hand-in-hand, the mid-afternoon sun hanging high above your heads as you began to stroll through the front yard of the Madrigal estate.

You felt Bruno's grip on your hand tighten as you approached the village.

"I'm right here," you reassured while brushing your thumb over his knuckles. Bruno nodded and took a deep breath. You grinned before stopping in your tracks and kissing his temple. You giggled as his cheeks grew red as you moved your lips to his nose.

"(Y-Y/N)," he muttered before going to pull his hood over his eyes. You giggled at his bashful behavior and placed your hands over his wrists.

"What? I'm just letting the village know how much I adore my Bruno," you beamed before peppering his face with more kisses. His cheeks burned even more as he white-knuckled the hood of his ruana.

You chuckled before quietly continuing your walk alongside him. Several villagers turned their heads as you passed by. You swayed your hips side to side, flaunting your beloved as you slung your arm around his.

Bruno immediately stopped when you suddenly stooped down and pressed your lips against his. You gasped when he suddenly reached up on his tip-toes and kissed you back.

"Bruno," you said with a breathless look while he pulled away. You heard a few young girls giggle nearby before their mothers shooed them away. The two of you shared a quiet laugh before continuing through the bustling market. Bruno seemed to relax with every step he took, his tense expression softening as he sighed. The sun peeked out from the parted clouds, the golden rays beaming down on your face as you inhaled deeply.

The two of you exchanged smiles as you made your way out of the small town and towards the lush, serene forest. You sighed as the two of you hiked through the dense brush before coming upon a familiar opening. Bruno wore a goofy grin as the two of you began to unfold the quilt and set the food out. You hummed a little tune while grabbing a bottle of wine before Bruno cleared his throat.

“Here: let me get that for you, mi amor,” he grinned. You raised your brows and handed him the bottle and opener.

“By all means, hermoso,” you giggled. Your love winked before he screwed the opener on. You watched as he fought and struggled with the cork, his elbows flapping wildly as he muttered to himself. You gasped when he fell back, the bottle flying out of his hands and into the brush. He flinched when the sound of glass shattering echoed through the forest, several toucans and other birds flying out afterwards. The two of you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

“It’s okay: I prefer the taste of your lips anyway,” you purred before pecking his lips. Bruno chuckled as he cupped your face.

“And I yours,” he murmured and brushed some hair out of your face. The two of you enjoyed the next hour as you fed each other the delectable treats you packed.

You eventually found your head in his lap as he slipped a plump grape past your soft lips. You closed your eyes as you savored the sweetness of the fruit and slowly. A gentle breeze swept over the forest as you sighed happily.

"Do you remember what happened the first time we came here, hermoso?" you lilted while opening your eyes. Your lover's breath hitched as he nearly choked on a piece of fruit. You flipped yourself over and rubbed Bruno's back as he cleared his throat.

"I-uh-I do," he flushed while picking at a blade of grass. You smiled and bit your lip, your breasts peeking out from beneath your lacy, white blouse as you wiggled your hips.

"We were both so nervous," you said as you slid your hand over his thigh. Bruno's gasped as you rested your chin between his ankles, your eyes locked on his crotch as he gulped. "But you did so well…made me the happiest girl in the whole world that night," you purred while sliding both of your hands up his legs and beneath his ruana. Bruno swallowed thickly as he fell back on his forearms, his legs spread out as you pounced on him like a lithe jaguar. His breath quickened as you hovered above him, your barely covered breasts grazing over his chest.

"Would you like to relive that moment?" you whispered as your lips brushed over his. You swore his eyes nearly shot out of his head as his face burned a bright red.

"B-But mi amor...what if someone sees us?" he muttered with a shaky breath. You chuckled before pecking his lips while rolling up his ruana, revealing his scruffy happy trail that led to the bulge growing beneath his slacks.

“Don't worry, we're far enough in the forest," you whispered into his ear while tracing your fingertips down his lean stomach. "No one will see or hear a thing," you said as your lips curled into a seductive grin. You felt his muscles tense beneath your light touch as you hooked your fingers around the band of his pants and tugged them down his lean thighs. Bruno gasped as his semi-hard cock sprang free, his tip growing flush as his shaft twitched in the exposed air.

You smiled as you dipped your head down and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Bruno moaned softly and gripped your hips as your lips caressed one another in a heated embrace. He gasped as you slid your hand all the way down his stomach before wrapping your fist around the base of his burning, veiny shaft. You panted against his mouth as you gently squeezed his length.

"Pobracito...you're so pent up," you cooed before swiping your warm tongue along his bottom lip [Poor thing]. Bruno's eyes rolled back as you began to slowly pump your tight fist around his dick. Quiet moans fell past his parted lips before you slipped your tongue inside his wet cavern. He squeaked and bucked his hips forward as your tongues entangled with a wet squelch. You groaned into his mouth as you continued to rub his aching cock, each noise and shift of his hips causing the damp spot in your panties to grow wetter.

“Mmmm-mi corazón,” Bruno whined when you pulled back for air - a thick string of spit connecting your swollen lips as he breathed heavily. His cock twitched as you smeared a hot bead of precum across his flush tip. You cooed and kissed along his jaw as he arched into your touch.

“Would you like to feel my warm, tight mouth wrapped around your cock, Papi? Hm?” you husked into his ear as you continued to stroke his now rock-hard shaft [Daddy]. Bruno released a guttural groan as he writhed against your body.

“S-Sí…por fa, Mami,” he panted while desperately trying to gain any friction against his dick [Yes…please, Mommy]. You grinned and nipped at his ear before trailing your lips down his jaw and neck. Bruno's eyes grew half-lidded as he watched you create a painting of hickeys and small bite marks across his skin, goosebumps rising wherever your lips landed.

“I love all the cute noises you make, Brunito,” you chuckled against his collar bone before lashing your tongue against his bare skin.

“(Y-Y/N), por favor. Te necesito,” your lover begged while rocking his hips into your tight, warm grip [I need you]. You grinned and licked over the tiny bite mark before shuffling down his body. You swiped your tongue over your lips before letting your hot breath fan over his dick. Bruno's eyes grew clouded with lust as you pecked his bulbous tip, the salty taste of his precum leaking over your tastebuds while you moaned. Your beloved groaned as you swirled your wet muscle around his tip in sloppy, wet circles.

“M-Mierda,” Bruno hissed between gritted teeth as he watched you wrap your lips around his head before shallowly bobbing your mouth up and down his throbbing shaft [Shit]. You moaned and hollowed your cheeks, a wet slurping sound reverberating through the air as you took him in deeper with every dip of your head. You relished in the way your lover trembled as you cupped his balls in your free hand, tenderly massaging his sac as you fluttered your lashes. His dick felt so heavy as it glided along your tongue, the texture making your pussy clench and ache for the familiar drag of his shaft.

“God, (Y/N),” he moaned and bucked into your slick cavern, drawing a small gag from you. You gazed into his eyes when he gasped and shifted back, leaving your lips wrapped half-way around his sex. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ his jaw went slack when you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on top of your head. You tilted your head to the side and began to quicken your pace, your spit now smearing down his balls as you squeezed them in a loving grip.

“A-Ah!” Bruno yelped as he grabbed your luscious hair, his nails digging into your scalp as you eagerly sucked him off. You squealed when he gripped your hair and guided you along his length, his eyes half-lidded and lit with pure desire. “S-Sí, Mami - tan buena,” he rumbled [Yes, Mommy - so good]. You smiled and kept your cheeks hollowed as you took him deeper and deeper. You moaned as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, his tip now soaking the back of your tight throat with salty precum.

Bruno's grunts and cried grew more desperate before you suddenly pulled off of his length with a slick “pop”. His eyes snapped open as he looked at you with a mix of confusion and yearning.

“(Y/N),” he whined and desperately thrusted his hips up. You immediately stole his attention the second you shuffled out of your white bloomers and skirt, the fabric falling onto the blanket with a soft thud. Bruno’s face turned cherry red as you pulled your shirt above your head, revealing your supple breasts to his hungry eyes. You giggled at his dumbfounded expression as you slowly sank down onto your knees and straddled his waist.

"Lo siento, Papi...but I need to feel you inside me," you sighed as you slowly grinded your hips against his. Bruno's eyes rolled back as your wet pussy lips caressed the sides of his cock with every stroke of your hips.

"Fuck, Mami," he whined as he wrapped his hands around your waist. You sighed and smoothed your palms over his slightly hairy chest as he dug his nails into your supple flesh. You moaned as the weeping tip of his cock glided over your puffy clit - pulses of pleasure sweeping through your empty heat as you gazed into his eyes.

"You feel so good beneath me, Brunito," you murmured while cupping his cheek. Bruno's bottom lip jutted out as he gulped.

"Mi vida, please," Bruno grunted as he gave you a soft, pleading look. You grinned softly and laid your hands on his stomach while you adjusted your hips. He gasped when you wrapped one of your hands around his dick, rubbing his head against your entrance teasingly before deeply gazing into his eyes.

You released a heavy sigh as you slowly sank down on his hard cock, his length deliciously gliding against your gummy walls with a wet squelch.

"Oh bebé," you moaned as you arched your back. You shivered as you buried yourself down to the hilt, a rush of heat swelling through your core as his dark bush gently brushed against your bundle of nerves. You paused for a few seconds, relishing in the feeling of his dick stuffing you to the brim while he panted beneath you. You swallowed thickly before you raised your hips and brought them back down.

The forest was filled with your combined grunting and moaning as you bounced on his cock. The sound of wet slapping between your hips made your legs shake as Bruno sank his nails into your hips.

"You stretch me so good, hermoso," you whispered as you leaned forward, your breasts now pushed against his chest while you captured his mouth in another sloppy, heated kiss. You smiled as you felt his cock twitch inside you, his head kissing your soft cervix each time you gracefully brought your hips back down. He gasped for air when you pulled back.

“Mami, I-I’m so close,” he said through gritted teeth as he dug crescents into your perfect hips. He shivered as you kissed along his scruffy jaw, your walls sucking him in and sweetly caressing his swollen dick. You soon sat back up on your knees, your breasts bouncing as you sped up your movements.

“Go on, Bruno: claim this pussy with your cum,” you moaned. You squeaked when he shoved your hips down as he released a deep, guttural groan. You trembled above him as you felt streams of his thick, hot cum paint your gummy walls as he stiffened beneath you.

“Sí, Sí,” Bruno mewled like a broken record as he writhed with pleasure. You moaned as you felt the sticky mess between your two bodies, a few beads of his thick cum leaking from the seam of your stretched out hole.

“Mmm, Papi,” you sighed as you rubbed your hands over his chest. Bruno slowly opened his eyes - his hazel pools glossed over with pleasure as he heaved.

“Did you…” his voice trailed off as he furrowed his brows and gazed at the space where your sexes were snugly joined. You chuckled softly and shook your head.

“No, but it’s-“ your eyes widened, the world around you passing in a blur as Bruno suddenly laid on top of you. You blinked as he cradled the back of your head with his soft palm, his long fingers smoothing through your locks as he panted above you.

“Por fa, mi princessa…déjame mimarte,” he rumbled while pressing soft kisses to the junction between your jaw and neck [Please, my princess…let me spoil you]. You moaned as he peppered your sensitive pulse with kisses as his hands smoothed over your breasts. A soft sigh escaped you as he gently rubbed his thumbs over your perky nipples, his mouth suckling on your exposed skin as he slowly pulled the rest of his soaked length out of you.

You mewled at the emptiness, prompting your love to coo and lick a bold stripe over your pulse.

“Bebé,” you keened while stroking your fingers through his thick, dark hair. Bruno’s eyes sparkled as he gave you a sheepish smile.

“What I want to do is a bit…different, if that’s alright,” he said as his cheeks tinted with pink. You chuckled softly and kissed his forehead.

“You know I’ll still enjoy it,” you said while smoothing your thumb over his cheek. Bruno’s smile grew before he took a deep breath. Your body trembled with anticipation as he traced his lips between the valley of your breasts and down your soft stomach. Your jaw went slack when he slung your legs over his shoulders, his warm breath falling across your dripping sex as he licked his lips.

Bruno flicked his eyes back to you, hesitantly waiting for your response.

“It’s alright, Brunito,” you reassured him with a soft whisper. Your beloved snacked his lips again before delicately tracing the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. Your legs shook around his head as he moaned against your sex, the vibrations of his voice sending ripples of pleasure through your core.

“God,” you moaned as Bruno swiped his tongue along your drenched slit - his wet muscle collecting your combined juices before he hungrily slurped it up. You gasped when he teased your weeping entrance, shallowing pumping his tongue inside your cunt as his nose rubbed against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Sí, Papi. Sigue adelante,” you breathed as you tugged on his dark locks [Yes, Daddy. Keep going]. Bruno grunted as he closed his eyes, savoring the flavor of your cunny while flattening his tongue over your folds. You moaned and rolled your hips against his face, his stubble lightly scraping over the inside of your thighs as he swayed his head back and forth.

Your eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly puckered his lips around your engorged bud, a cry of bliss escaping from your throat as the tension in your lower belly swelled.

“B-Bruno,” you gulped for air as he spread your labia apart with his nimble fingers. Both of you shared a quiet gasp when he teased the rim of your entrance. His lips curled and suckled on your clit as he slowly pushed a digit inside, causing the thick cream stuffed inside your cunt to come pouring out.

“Mi vida,” Bruno whispered, his lips dancing over your mound before he dove back in. Stars began to spark in your vision as he curled his digit against your plush g-spot while he slowly worked another one inside. Your legs trembled as he steadily pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering hole; every dip and curve of his digits perfectly massaging your walls.

“Sí, p-por fa,” you moaned as he sloppily made out with your clit while thrusting his fingers deeper with every stroke. Your lover groaned as you raised your hips, his grip around your thighs tightening as he rumbled lowly. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt the delicate surface of his warm tongue caress over your slit. Bruno continued to moan as he savored the sweetness of your juices while spreading your hole open with his digits.

You suddenly came with a final long drag of his tongue against your clit.

“Bruno!” you screamed his name as you snapped your hips forward, his face completely buried against your cunt as you cried and thrashed in his grip. Your melodic moans cascaded through the forest as you heard him slurp up your thick cream, his eyes rolling back as your gummy walls pulsed around his fingers. You mewled and fucked yourself on his digits as you came; completely soaking his hand with your arousal.

You whined and babbled incoherently as your body shook with pure bliss, jaw slack and eyes nearly crossed.

“God, yes,” you swallowed thickly as tears of pleasure rolled down your flush cheeks. You slowly blinked your eyes open as the overwhelming pleasure began to fade. Bruno’s nostrils flared as he exhaled through his nose, hid eyed glowing with pure admiration as he laid a soft kiss over your puffy cunt. You flinched as you felt him smile against your folds.

The two of you simply gazed into each other’s eyes for several moments before he slowly placed your hips down on his lap.

“That was…amazing,” you said breathlessly. Bruno chuckled as another sheepish smile crossed his features.

“I’m glad I made you feel so good, mi amor,” he beamed, pride glowing in his eyes as he slipped away. Your face burned when you saw how soaked his chin was as he licked his lips. Bruno cooed and patted your hip as he slowly pulled his fingers out of your tenderly fucked pussy. You smiled and kept your arms open as he crawled on top of you, his soft, soaked dick slipping against your sex as he planted a sweet kiss on your lips. You sighed and brushed your fingertips through Bruno's hair as he laid his head on your chest.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," your lover whispered as he laid his head on your chest [I love you so much]. You smiled warmly as you placed a soft kiss on the crown of his head.

"Te amo mucho, mi corazón," you murmured.

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noellemadrigal · 2 months

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Little ratas in love 🥹💚✨

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Prompt{Nice}: 1. “Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

Character:Modern!Bruno Madriga

Warnings: None

A/n: He would do something like this, also established Relationship.

Glancing around the home you were shocked to find so many of red and green plant hanging in each door way. Wrinkling your nose your stepped into another room wondering where your husband might be since you had an inkling that he might be the culprit to why you’re seeing so many.

“Bruno?!”

Sighing you pinched the bridge of your nose nearly running into one of your nieces. “Mirabel have you’ve seen your Bruno.”

Nearly dropping the box of decorates, Mirabel opened her mouth trying to come up with a answer though seeing your face her shoulders sagged. “Uh by the entrance of your room.”

“Thank you!” Rushing off to your room, you cleared out your room spotting your husband placing one mistletoe above the doorway.

“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere.”

“Ah!” Grabbing the latter, Bruno slowly turned to look at you with a sheepish smile on his face. “Hello Mi Amore”

Shaking your head you held out your hand for him to take. “Do you have reason why you’re doing this?”

Grabbing your hand, the man stepped down from the ladder clearing out his throat. “I guess I am just not used to it…being back here with you and everyone.”

Gaze softening you gave him a smile cupping his cheeks. “If you ever want to kiss me just do it alright.”

Letting out the breath he was holding in, Bruno slowly wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Smiling he then rested his forehead against your own. “I can do that.”

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lafamiliamadrigalpt · 2 years

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Y/n: I trust the Camilo.

Bruno: You think he knows what he’s doing?

Y/n: I wouldn't go that far, Bruno.

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stinkysatan · 2 years

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I simp for Bruno so hard, and I like possessive men so why not combine the two?

Well, there's not much of him being yandere, just a creepy possessive old man. Also I don't speak Spanish I was never taught Spanish so please bear with me while I try to use Google translate and hope for the best.

Yandere!Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader (smut)

WARNING! Contains: age gap (reader is 27, Bruno is around 50), stalking, CNC, praising and degrading.

Minors DNI. Smut below

The residence of Madrigal's. The most magical place in Encanto, possibly even the whole world. People in this house have always welcomed you with a warm smile. They kept taking care of you ever since you stumbled upon this little town and decided to stay for good. This home was probably the safest place for you. But would you still think about it this way if you only knew who kept their watch on your every move behind those walls?

Bruno was always vary of people he didn't know. And ever since you came along, he kept a special watch on you to make sure you wouldn't hurt his family. He watched you bake with Julietta, joke around with Camilo, and help Mirabel with all her chores. You seemed like an angel, who just waltzed into his home, bringing light and smiles everywhere with you. He especially liked it when you stayed the night to hang out with Dolores who seemed to be one of your closest friends. You'd sleep in the living room, where he could watch you all night, thinking about touching you, feeling your soft skin against his hands.

Eventually his fantasies would be too much, he would start to touch himself as he'd watch you under the shower. The urge to get out of his hiding spot to just take you all for himself was too much. And when he would occasionally catch you looking at the paintings of him... Oh, how he wished he could just know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

It wasn't long before he began getting more and more careless. Getting out of the hiding just to smell your perfume, spray it on his ruana so he could bear to spend a few days without seeing you again. Then, he would start touching you. Your beautiful hair, your soft breasts, your whole body was already explored by Bruno, who sometimes would even pleasure himself to those acts. What he didn't know, you were maybe just as twisted as he was.

You would be well too aware of his hands on your skin, and after you'd go home, you would touch yourself to the thought of him doing such things. The truth is, that you have always been curious about the mysterious Bruno. You'd look at his paintings, wondering what was he really like. He made your heart race. And when you once woke up because he let out a little too loud of a moan, you were absolutely enchanted by him. Once you knew that he was still in the mysterious Casita, you have started visiting the Madrigals more often. Your clothes more revealing, sleepovers more frequent, you'd even put on a show under shower, hoping that Bruno may watch you as you drop the soap a few times in a row.

One day, you've finally decided to move it a few steps forward. He was curious about why you'd stay up so late. Soon enough, Bruno got his answer when you decided to sneak into his room. Which surprised the man, after all no one ever dared to go there. He was Incredibly curious what his ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑎 could possibly want from that place. Bruno too went to his room, which took him a little while. There wasn't much hiding spots, considering he just walked around there freely. Despite that, he managed to look through a small gap in the wall and see something that absolutely took his breath away. There you were, in your little tight pajamas, laying in his messy bed, pleasuring yourself.

Your quiet gasps filled the room as your fingers went in and out of your hole, while your other hand fondled your breast. Bruno's pants suddenly became painfully tight, as he immediately unbuttoned them and started stroking his length. Despite being barely able to see you, his excitement only grew once he heard you moan out his name. You were fantasizing about this old man? Now, in that moment his brain instantly turned off. He made his way out of the hiding.

Once you've noticed the shadowy figure in the bedroom, you immediately froze, afraid it might have been anyone but him.

"Why'd you stop 𝑚𝑖 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎?" He asked, making your stomach turn. It was finally him.

"Bruno?" You've asked, despite being absolutely sure it was him. And he didn't even let you say anything else, because his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was everything you could ever dream of. It was lustful, possessive, but there was a hint of love in it. The both of you started undressing as fast as you could. Acting like lovers who haven't seen each other in years, craving for your bodies.

Bruno traced your whole body with his hands, taking in the sight. Finally there you were, in his bed. He didn't even dare question how did you know about him, the only thing that mattered was that you were finally his.

"𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑎, 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙" he whispered, placing soft, butterfly kisses against your neck. "I've wanted this for so long..." He groaned out, unable to wait any longer. Those words aroused you even more, knowing that he's been craving you for a while now. It all felt so wrong, but it was oh so right.

Bruno's lips moved lower, down your body, licking, sucking and gently biting on your sensitive nipples. Your moans were quiet, too quiet for his liking. But you didn't know if Dolores could hear what was happening here. You couldn't risk exposing the man who has been hiding here for whatever reason. It would be especially awkward for her to find out like this. You gasped as you felt the older man leaving his love marks on your breasts. Where only you two would see them.

"It'll help you remember. 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑎, 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟"

His hand teased your thighs, gripping at them while slowly moving his hands up. His fingers massaged your clit, making you gasp. He leaned in and purred into your ear.

"You're such a good little slut. So wet for a man you have only seen on paintings." As he finished he bit gently in your earlobe, causing you to shiver. "Have you fantasized about this often?" He asked, as his fingers made their way inside you, his thumb rubbing your clit.

"Yes..." You let out a strained answer, one hand gripping his back, while other found it's way into his beautiful curly hair. "I've been wanting you so much ever since I woke up to your moans..." You confessed, which made the man smirk a little before his lips crashed onto yours. His tongue dancing in your mouth, relishing in soft moans that kept escaping your lips while he made you feel like no one else ever did.

Finally Bruno pulled away making you whimper, which made him chuckle. He pushed the thumb which was covered in your juices right into your mouth. Tasting yourself on him was amazing. "Good girl, lick it clean and I'll give you a nice little reward." He whispered, with his eyes clouded with desire. It didn't take long for the man to move into a different position, his cock was now right in front of your lips, almost touching them.

You haven't noticed how thick it was. Even better than you imagined. You slowly started licking his head, stroking him gently. Then suddenly you took him all in, his length hitting the back of your throat making you gag a little. At this sudden feeling, Bruno threw back his head, an animalistic groan escaped his lips. "𝐷𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑜..." He breathed out, taking a handful of your hair and pulling at it. He face-fucked you like a lunatic, you could barely breath, but knowing you made him feel like that was good enough to even suffocate like this. Fortunately, it didn't last long, Bruno had pulled away letting you breathe a bit.

He was too close. And he didn't want it to end like this. He had to feel you from the inside. You laid on your stomach, presenting your gorgeous ass to him, and smirking. This sight alone could even make him cum. So before it got to that he grabbed you roughly by your thighs, probably even bruising them. He slowly moved himself inside you, letting out a low groan, his grip being even stronger. You too moaned into his pillow, hoping it would muffle your sound enough.

Bruno started moving painfully slowly, his breath hitching, and even his eyes started softly glowing. "𝑂ℎ 𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑜, 𝑚𝑖 𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑎, 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟, you feel amazing..." He whispered into your year. His thrusts became faster, more needy, and your moans picked up, almost matching his rhythm. "Oh Bruno, 𝑡𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑜, 𝑝𝑜𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑠..." You managed to let out. At the sound of his name, the man became more rough, gripping your ass and panting hard.

Your lewd sounds filled the room, none of you even cared at this point that a certain someone might hear you going at it. You were absolutely being fucked dumb, your eyes rolling upwards, drool gathering itself in the corner of your mouth. It felt too good once one of Bruno's hands started playing with your clit. "Come for me, my love. Do it while you say my name." He commanded, and you listened to him soon enough.

Your release came quickly, your legs began to shake, your moans were almost too loud so you bit your lower lip, causing it to bleed. Bruno's thrusts became way more erratic, you could hear him curse and say your name like a prayer in-between those sultry moans and grunts. He pulled out just in time to stain his sheets and your back.

The 50-year old man collapsed next to you, and finally you managed to open your eyes enough to take a good look at him. His hair was messy, sticking to his sweaty face. Eyes closed, as he was still coming off the high. He was obviously skinny, probably underweight. You made a mental note to try and get him to eat more. You could make out very light outlines of muscles, which probably formed easily because of his weight. You started wondering how did such an old man manage to get so fit, but then you remembered those horrible stairs in this room. Of course.

Bruno's demeanor completely changed once he opened his eyes and kissed you lovingly on the forehead. "A-Are you alright, 𝑚𝑖 𝑎𝑚𝑜𝑟? I didn't hurt you, right? I-i'm so sorry it was so bad... It's be-" you cut him off with a sweet kiss on the lips. The kind that lovers give each other on their wedding day. "It was amazing..." You replied, smiling softly. The man quickly wiped your back, planting soft kiss upon your spine. He then laid next to you, caressing your hair. Both of you just laid in silence, not daring to go back to your reality without each other. Or all the questions that were left unanswered.

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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.

#bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal imagine #bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal fluff #bruno madrigal smut #bruno x reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal x of #bruno madrigal x ofc #encanto imagine #encanto smut #encanto fluff

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chibipeachu · 8 months

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When are going to update the saving a miracle

..after a year or two of not posting an update, I've posted the final part on my wp so if you wish to read the rest of the ending its there!! I hope you all enjoyed reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

#bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x female reader #encanto fanfic #bruno encanto x reader #bruno madrigal x y/n

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frypansgirl · 2 years

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Bruno: When Y/N was born, the gods said, "They're too perfect for this world."

Mirabel: Please. When they were born, the devil said, "Oh, competition."

#encanto x you #encanto #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal

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naoko-world · 1 year

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Nouveau Oneshot related to Bruno's fangirl!

I said I would soon post it there when I posted the art I asked ARPHatack and now it's totally ready!

Hope you'll like it!

General Audiences No Archive Warnings Apply

Additional Tags:

Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Pregnancy, Protectiveness, Protective Bruno Madrigal, Parent Bruno Madrigal, Good Parent Bruno Madrigal

Summary:

"Now," continued Alma, clearing her throat. "Which one of you may be pregnant?" Perlita’s eyes widened, suddenly reminding what she had forgotten: Jared Bush said that, when a Madrigal child is expected, a door will start to cook. Too stunned to answer right away, she looked at her family as Alma was being replied by Julieta, "Mamá, Pepa and I can't have kids anymore. It can't be us." "Not me either," claimed Dolores while Pepa was nodding. "I didn't see Mariano at all for three days." Eventually, they all turned to her, who turned to Bruno as she was realising it can only be them. He probably did too, since he suddenly fainted with a gasp.

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theguyoftherats · 2 years

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HI, I’M BRUNO MADRIGAL!!! DO YOU LOVE ME??? ❤️

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calswildflcwer · 2 years

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The Vision ! ~ Part Two

Now reading; The Vision

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Pairing : Aged down!Bruno x fem!reader

Warnings : Foul language, doubtfulness. If there’s anything else lemme know.

Plot : You decide to go to Bruno for a vision and it goes surprisingly well despite the news therein being saddening for you. You keep going back for visions and to hang out with the Madrigal boy, urging Bruno to develop feelings for you. Will his vision shine a little light on the situation for the Madrigal boy.

Pronouns used : he/him for Bruno, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : Bruno will be aged down to like 24, reader will be 22ish for this story.

Bruno taglist : @nervoussubjectappreciator @soumya-13 @camilos-mivida @the-ice-frozen-ground-red-rose @moon-cakiie @n3r0-1417.

Bruno heard the laughter as he exited his room. There was Pepa’s and Julieta’s and then one he didn’t quite recognise, one that was vaguely familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint where he knew it.

“So your abuela rescued a leopard and the said leopard sleeps in your bed?” Julieta asked.

Bruno’s eyes widened, the girl with the pet leopard was here. He quickly smoothed his hair and ruana out before making his way down the stairs. “Hola.” He stood timidly in the doorframe.

You turned your head to him and grinned, “Hola, Bruno!” You smiled cheerfully.

“What, um, what are you doing here?” He mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“She came to see you, hermano. We told her you were with Señor Flores so we suggested she wait with us.” Pepa told him, sending him a smirk as she folded her arms.

“O-oh. W-well, if it’s about your cat, I’m afraid I don’t have a time frame.” He stuttered.

You shuffled on your feet nervously before feeling your cheeks heat up, “It’s not about the cat.” You mumbled.

“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side.

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out.” You mumbled.

“H-hang out? Me?” He asked you.

“Sí. Uh, I’d like to get to know you more. And from what your sisters have been telling me-” You began.

“Wh- Uh, what have they been telling you?” He questioned.

“Just that the rumours aren’t true and that you’re actually a great guy.” You shrugged, a smile on your face.

“I… Um… I wish I could but I need to help Julieta prepare lunch.” He mumbled.

Your smile faltered slightly, “O-Oh, that’s okay.” You smiled sheepishly as you teetered on the balls of your feet.

“No, you don’t.” Pepa piped up, staring at her brother.

“What?!” He asked her, eyes wide.

“I can help Juli. You go and enjoy some time with this girl who clearly wants to get to know you.” She spoke through gritted teeth, emphasising the final part as she glared at her brother.

He sighed in defeat, “Okay. Okay.” He said, raising his hands in surrender. “Where would you like to go?” He asked.

You thought for a moment, “I know a quiet spot by the river. People don’t really hang out there.” You shrugged.

Bruno nodded, “Okay. Let’s go.” He sent a nervous smile your way.

A grin emanated from your features as you began heading past him, he took in your scent slightly as you walked past. He’d been watching you from afar for the past week, since your vision. “You’re welcome.” Pepa whispered as she sent a grin his way. He shook his head, hiding the smile on his features before turning on his heel and following you from casita.

He stopped at the front door and glanced out. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he did before following you down the path.

You eventually made it to the river. However, the walk there was not pleasant for him. People were giving him unpleasant looks as if he shouldn’t be seen around.

The pair of you sat down at the river, Bruno stared at you, watching you. He took in the sound of birds chirping in the sky above him, the scent of freshly baked arepas that seemed to be floating through the air from the stand on the other side of the river.

“Maybe we should get to know each other?” You suggested, causing his attention to drift back to you. You were staring down at the river and he couldn’t help but admire your side profile, you had such soft looking skin, your eyes were wide and gorgeous, your hair was tucked behind your ear and was flowing beautifully in the soft breeze.

You turned your head, your eyes meeting his as you sent a grin his way, “Want me to go first?” You asked, pulling the boy from his intense staring contest with your face.

“Uh, oh. Y-yeah, sure.” He nodded, playing with a loose thread on his ruana.

“Hi! I’m (name). I’m an only child. Jolene is the name of my pet leopard which mi abuela rescued when I was five.” You smiled, holding your hand out for the Madrigal to take.

A soft smile came on to his face, he placed his hand in yours and shook it, “Hola, (name). I’m Bruno Madrigal. I can see the future and I don’t have a pet leopard but I am quite good friends with the rats around casita.” He sent a smile your way.

A soft giggle left your mouth, “So, you’re friends with the rats?” You asked, as he let your hand go.

He nodded, “Sí. I named them all.” He grinned.

“Do tell.” You told him.

“O-okay. There’s, um, there’s Rosa, Diego, Juan, Fredericka, Freddie, María, Mario, Julio, Hernandez, oh, and Bert.” He shrugged.

“Bert?” You scoffed, trying your hardest not to let out the laugh you were currently holding back.

“Yeah, he didn’t like the other names I tried to give him.” He shrugged, letting his own chuckle seep through.

A soft smile emanated from your features as you stared at the boy, quickly getting caught up in some other conversation.

You made your way back to casita, you glanced around at the people staring and sending dirty and fearful looks Bruno’s way. You let out a soft sigh and turned to Bruno as the pair of you reached his home.

“We should do this again some time.” You told him.

A smile crossed the boys face, “I’d like that, (name).” He grinned.

A soft smile graced your features as you watched him walk in. You turned on your heel and began walking the opposite way,

“I- Uh… Would you like to come in and join us for lunch?” He asked you, turning around.

You stopped in your tracks before turning to him, “Really?” You asked.

He nodded slightly, “Y-yeah. I’d like you to join us for lunch.” He said.

You sent a warm smile his way, “I would love to.” You said as you headed towards him.

He stepped to the side, allowing you to enter the home before guiding you into the dining room, “Hola mami! I asked (name) to join us for lunch.” He told Alma.

Alma turned to you, a soft smile gracing her face, “Welcome (name). Join us.” She smiled at you, gesturing to an empty seat beside Bruno.

You took your seat as Julieta brought in the bowl of avocados before taking her seat across from you, beside Pepa.

It was around half way through the meal when señora Madrigal turned to you, “So, señorita, are you and mi hijo dating?” She asked.

You immediately began coughing, choking on your food slightly as Bruno’s cheeks flushed red beside you. You quickly took a sip of your wine before staring at his mamá, “Uhm…” You began, clearing your throat. “N-no. We’re just friends.” You told her.

“Do you plan to date him?” She asked, taking a bite of her food as if that question wasn’t a big deal.

“Mamá…” Bruno groaned, placing his head in his hands.

“What, mijo? You’re twenty four, it’s about time you started thinking of your future.” Alma stated, taking a short sip of her wine.

Bruno turned to you, giving you an apologetic look.

You sent a soft smile his way, “Uhm…” You rubbed the back of your neck as you turned your attention to the matriarch, “We’re just friends, señora.” You mumbled.

“Will it ever lead to more?” She was staring right at you now.

“U-um… I… I can’t see the future, Señora. I don’t know.” You mumbled.

“Mami, stop please.” Bruno groaned.

You swallowed your last bite of food before excusing yourself, “Uh-uhm, I have to go. I need to go.” You mumbled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Bruno.” You rose to your feet before hurrying out of the house.

You felt your sandal covered feet sink into the grass outside of the casita as you took a deep breath, “Hey.” Someone spoke, making you jump.

You turned your head as your hand flew to cover your chest, “S-sorry.” The newcomer chuckled.

“It’s… Uh… It’s okay.” You smiled.

“I’m sorry about mami. I know she can be a bit… Er… A bit much at times.” They mumbled.

“Pepa, it’s fine. Really.” You smiled at the redhead.

“Look, about Bruno… Well, he needs friends. I’m sure you know that he’s not well liked around here. I appreciate you taking your time to actually get to know him.” She said as she stared at you.

“I don’t judge people because of other peoples perceptions of them. I prefer to make my own decisions. Also, I think Bruno is really nice and sweet.” You let her know, a soft smile gracing your lips.

“Let Bruno know that I’ll come by tomorrow, m’kay?” You asked her.

“Sí, I will.” She nodded, “I’m glad mami didn’t put you off or anything.” She told you.

“It’ll take a lot more than a few uncomfortable questions for me to be put off. Bruno’s a good guy and I really wanna get to know him more.” You smiled, you tapped the top of her arm before walking away, “See ya tomorrow, Pepa.” You sent a smile her way before beginning your walk back to your home.

You fed Jolene before laying across your couch, the large kitty laid her head on your stomach and you began to run your fingers through her fur as her paw rested on your legs. Soft, loud purrs occurred from her throat, causing them to vibrate through your stomach. Alma’s questions from before had been floating through your mind. You had been interested in Bruno for a while but never had the confidence to approach him before, however, since your vision a week ago, he’d been on your mind ever since. His shyness, his little chuckle, his smile.

You let out a soft sigh, “What am I gonna do, Jojo?” You asked.

“Mrrrooow!” Jolene replied.

“Yeah, I don’t know either, sweetie.” You sighed, letting your fingers get lost deep within her fur.

You stared at the ceiling, a wave of relief washing over you,

“At least we’re becoming friends now. We’ve got that, if nothing else.” Your eyes fluttered closed, letting your body fall into a deep sleep.

Bruno laid in his bed across town, a soft smile gracing his lips. The image of your smile flickering through his head as he tried to fall into a deep sleep.

“Maldita sea, estoy enganchado.” He sighed slightly before closing his eyes and falling into his first peaceful sleep in a while. There were no bad visions to haunt him this time.

(Translation: “Dammit, I’m hooked.”)

~ Hey. Want these breadcrumbs? You got em! My stories really aren’t working out for me recently 😭 Please lemme know what y’all think, angels! 😘 Stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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vamos-a-las-estrellas · 11 months

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Chapter 9 of the Almost Perfect Plan

Here is Chapter 9 of my Bruno Fic: The Almost Perfect Plan

Yay!! Another chapter:)

Work Summary

"Another sigh from Bruno and you peek at him with one eye. “Just until the end of summer right?” he concedes. You squeal with delight and jump onto him squeezing him into a hug. It was the perfect plan you thought to yourself, what could possibly go wrong?"

You meet Bruno when he gives you a vision and you bond over your shared anguish from overbearing mothers who keep trying to marry you off. When one day you can't take it anymore a plan pops into your mind that could benefit the both of you. But what happens to your perfect plan as you and Bruno grow closer and things begin to change?

Chapter Summary

Reader is getting ready for dinner at La Casita de Madrigal and comes to some realizations.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno x reader

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noellemadrigal · 3 months

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Happy to announce the first chapter of La Rata y el Profeta is now up on AO3, and chapter 2 will follow shortly over the next few days! 😍💚 the next chapter will focus on Bruno’s life in the walls from his rats point of view, so I’m very excited to share this with you all!

Artwork as always by my wonderful friend NS artwork 🥹💚✨

#bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto oc #bruno madrigal x oc #encanto fanart #bruno madrigal x female oc #bruno madrigal fanart #encanto extended edition #encanto oc appreciation #bruno madrigal x female reader #brunomadrigalfanfic #brunomadrigal art #brunomadrigalxselfinsert #brunomadrigalrats #encanto fanfic

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bruno-madrigal-my-beloved · 1 year

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The Only One for Me- Chapter 1

Bruno Madrigal x Reader/OC

Current rating: T (subject to change)

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Your name is Elena Suárez. You're 30 years old and you're perfectly happy with your life the way it is: Surrounded by family, helping out at your parents bakery, and generally just living your life the way you want to. Everything was basically perfect.

…Except of course for your mother constantly badgering you about when you plan to settle down and have kids. You don't even want kids. You were perfectly happy being the cool aunt instead. That didn't stop your mother and every guy you came into contact with trying to convince you otherwise, unfortunately. Though it wasn't like you weren't interested in having a relationship. It was just that no one has ever seemed to fit the bill.

That was until you met him of course. The man you had been fascinated with since your childhood. The man the whole town and your own mother had warned you to stay away from. The bringer of bad luck and despair.

After disappearing nearly a decade ago he was finally back—and he was the biggest dork you had ever met in your life. You had to have him.

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Story after the cut for those who prefer to read on Tumblr

Chapter 1

“Mamá I already told you I’m fine,” you insist, carefully removing a couple of baking pans from the wood-fire oven. The rich scent of freshly baked cakes drifts through the room as you shuffled about, a slight sheen of sweat glistening along your brow. It was almost like you were the one inside of the oven instead of the cakes. Unfortunately, opening the windows had only done so much with the sun already so high in the sky.

“Por favor, mija,” your mother sighed as she pressed on, watching as you set the small pans down on the wooden trivets lining the countertop. “You’re already thirty years old, don’t you think it’s time you started looking to settle down?”

You close your eyes and take in a deep breath, wiping your face with a nearby towel before placing your hands along the cool edges of the countertop. Every year it was always the same thing. A conversation you dreaded whenever it reared its ugly head. You sincerely wondered if the questioning would ever stop or if you were just destined for an eternity of judgment. Honestly, it really shouldn’t be as big of a deal as your family was always making it out to be.

“I already told you mamá,” you said gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you tried to keep your voice level. “I’m already happy with the way things are right now. You don’t have to keep worrying about me.”

You continued with your work, gently patting another layer of cake out of its tin and onto the cooling wire rack. Several other cake slabs sat beside them. It had already been a couple of hours or so since the first few layers had started cooling and you were looking forward to adding the final touches. Just to be sure, you lightly tapped the top of one of the slabs before poking it with a toothpick. It came out spotlessly clean. Perfecto! Now, where did you set that jam again?

“You say that now,” your mother carried on, either oblivious to your attempted dismissal of the subject or merely choosing to disregard it, “but what about in another five or ten years? Don’t you want a family some day? I’m just so worried about you mija.”

And there it was; the pit of guilt in your stomach clawing its way up into your throat again. You resolutely squashed it down and kept moving, opening cupboards and searching through the drawers. Maybe if you ignored the subject long enough she would drop it. Now, where had that jar gone? You knew you had set it down around here somewhere.

“Have you seen the berry jam? I could have sworn I left it on the table earlier but I can’t find it anywhere,” you asked, trying to move the conversation in a different direction. How many times would you need to repeat yourself before it sunk in? You loved your mamá dearly and you hated to hurt her feelings, but this wasn’t something you were really interested in debating about right now. Or ever, really, but that was beside the point.

“Elena,” your mother pleaded. You looked over to see a frown pulling at her lips, wrinkles pulling down taut along her cheeks. The lines in her face seemed to grow deeper everyday. You were sure this endless circle she insisted on putting you through was probably also partially to blame. For a moment, a sense of guilt tugged at your heart. No, no. You need to be strong, you urged yourself.

“I’m fine, mamá, honest. And I already have a family,” you insist, hands raising as you began counting off of your fingers. “I have you, papá, Catalina, Luciana, mis cuñados, y todos mis sobrinos.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she said somewhat sternly before taking a breath, pausing. A glassiness had overtaken her dark eyes. “Both of your hermanas have already found someone special in this town and helped our family flourish. I’m so worried that if you wait too long there won’t be any good men left for you and you’ll end up all alone. I just can’t stand thinking about you missing out on one of the biggest joys in life, mi vida.”

You clasped your hands together, eyes drifting to the floor as you bit at your lower lip. A mix of anxiety and irritation bubbled in your gut as you searched for the right words to say. Though, sometimes you wondered if it really even mattered. Most of the time it felt like you were talking to a brick wall. No matter what you said, it never really seemed to sink in. Why couldn’t anyone just respect your feelings and let it go?

“Really, I’m fine,” you stressed for what felt like the hundredth time. Your fingers fiddled together as you looked back up with a strained smile, lips tight like a rubber band ready to snap. “I’m perfectly happy just being a tía. And it’s not like I wouldn’t like someone if the right guy came along. It’s just that… It seems like every guy my age in this town either wants kids as soon as possible or already has them. No one’s interested in, well, just me.”

“Because that’s what you’re supposed to do, Elena!” your mother suddenly snapped, waving a hand in your direction. You pulled a face, brows scrunching together in offense as you took a step back. “Of course they would want to have children with you! You’re a sweet, beautiful young woman. You would make a wonderful mother someday.”

“But I don’t want to be!” you bit back, throwing your hands to your sides in a huff as the last bit of restraint within you broke.

The twinkling sound of shattering glass snapped both of your attentions from the heated argument. There in the kitchen doorway, a look of shock plastered across his face with his hands outstretched, stood your sobrino Samuel. His large brown eyes locked on yours before shifting down to the sparkling mess of reflective shards littering the tiles. A blush of shame deepened along his chestnut colored cheeks.

“Oh! Samuelito, I’m so sorry.” you said softly, walking over towards him and past your mother before she could speak. He blinked at you as you leaned down carefully on the floor. You gently grabbed his hands and looked them over. “Did I scare you? Are you hurt? Tía didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Samuel shook his head and you smiled, rubbing your thumb over his cheek with a sigh of relief. You looked down at the mess now scattered all over the floor and your eyes widened in surprise. Flecks of purple jam and berries had nestled themselves between the bits of glass glittering along the tiles. How very interesting. You puckered your lips into a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow.

“Hombrecito, did you steal the jam I made for the cakes?” you said in a playfully accusing manner. Samuel looked down at the glass, black hair falling over his face before he looked back up at you with a sheepish expression. His mouth pulled into a small grimace before he brought his hand up hesitantly, pecking his fingers to his lips a few times.

“You ate it all?” you said, aghast as you placed a hand over your heart. “¡Tu pequeño ladrón! What am I going to do now? The whole town is going to starve now that I don’t have any berry jam to fill the cakes with!” You emphasized this by giving him a little poke in the tummy. He smiled and tried to wiggle away from you as you scooped him up off the ground and away from the glass. You gave a slight grunt. Were all seven year olds this heavy?

“Ay, such a mess,” said your mother as she scurried over with a broom in hand. You stepped out of the way, sobrino held snugly in your arms.

“It’s fine, we have plenty of other jars,” you dismissed, ruffling Samuel’s hair. “But someone needs to learn to be more careful! What am I supposed to make jam out of now? Maybe I should just mash you up instead!”

Samuel smiled and shook his head, wriggling away from your tickling fingers until you were forced to set him down. He pointed out towards the door of the kitchen before bringing his hands up to wiggle his first two fingers over his palm. You rolled your eyes and smiled, huffing with amusement under your breath.

“Welllll, I guess we could go to the market in the town square and get some more,” you relented. Samuel grinned. “Besides, your papá y mamá won’t be back until late anyways.”

“If you’re going to go out then at least make sure to pick up some sugar and coffee beans as well. We’re almost out,” your mother remarked as she swept up the glass into a dustpan. She paused to look around the kitchen, inspecting the rest of the floor before shaking her head and heading off to the trashcan in the corner.

“Claro, mamá,” you answered, dusting some flour off of your long skirt. “What time were you heading up to the Madrigal’s, by the way? I forgot to have Catalina bring up the dulce de leche cookies. Would you mind taking them up when you and papá leave?”

“Si, and soon. But why don’t you come with us?” she asked as she swept along the bottom cupboards lining the walls on the other end of the kitchen. “You haven’t come up a single time within the last few months. I’m sure it would do you good to meet some new people and help out.”

“I can’t, remember? I have to watch Samuelito for Catalina. You know he doesn’t do well in large crowds like that,” you said, thankful to have your excuse to fall back on. Though, truthfully it had been your own idea in the first place. Your mother had been trying to get you to come help with the restorations ever since that fateful day la casa Madrigal had fallen. As much as you would have loved to help, and really you did feel quite bad about the whole ordeal, your skills were far better applied elsewhere. Like making treats and lunches for the town for one thing. That, and you were terribly afraid that if you so much as stepped foot up on the property, your mother would instantly turn into la señora matchmaker and you really didn’t want to deal with that right now.

“Ay, fine,” your mother relented, seemingly too tired to continue arguing her point. You hoped it would last longer this time around. “Just don’t keep him out all day like last time. Mi nieto needs to get to bed on time for once.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile at your mother’s scolding while your sobrino pouted below you. It wasn’t your fault there was so much fun to have out in the wilderness along the edges of the Encanto. If any of your sobrinos wanted to go swimming or climb a tree, who were you to deny them their fun? Especially Samuel. The poor kid already had trouble making friends in the first place because of his speech impediment. Who were you to deny him the fun he deserved? You were his tía, not his mother.

“Si, si, mama,” you said obediently, poking your tongue out at your sobrino as you walked over to the center table to grab your mochila bag. “I have to be back soon to finish the cakes for tomorrow anyway.” Samuel pouted again and you gave him a shrug.

“Sorry hombrecito, works gotta be done,” you confessed, sliding the strap of the bag over your shoulder. A smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you watched your mom continue sweeping her way across the kitchen. You knew it was probably a bad idea but it was just too tempting.

“Alright, adios! See you when you and papá get back home tonight!” you said cheerfully, skipping forward with a grin. A disgruntled gasp left your mother’s mouth as your shoes, very deliberately, brushed underneath the broom as you crossed her path.

“Dios mío! Elena Rojas Suárez!” she yelled after you as you snatched up your sobrino and sprinted out the door, chuckling to yourself. You knew you’d pay for that one later but you just couldn’t help yourself. It was just a little something to make you feel better after the little spat you both had had. Besides, it’s not like you really believed in any of those dumb old superstitions anyway. Not like your mom did. If you ever did decide to get married sometime in your future, a little sweep over the feet wasn’t going to stop you.

The walk down to the market in town square was always a pleasure when the air was this fresh. With your house situated towards the back end of town and nestled alongside the river it always gave you time to get lost in thought as you strolled along. Samuel walked beside you, holding your hand as you looked up into the sky. A bright, cloudless blue met your eyes and you smiled. Pepa must be in a wonderful mood, you mused to yourself. It was still hard to stop thoughts like these from coming even after the months that had gone by. The Madrigals and their gifts were just something that had always gone hand in hand ever since you could remember. You were still getting used to the fact that they were just like everyone else now. It was strange to say the least.

You had always been intrigued by the Madrigals. Ever since you were a little girl you had wondered what it must be like to be a part of the most amazing family in the village. Being able to control the weather, heal anyone with ease, or even predict the future—it was all so utterly mind-blowing at the time. Of course, this sense of wonder soon evolved into a sense of deep respect as you grew older. The duties the family shared taking care of all the town’s people were no easy feat. When you were younger you had almost wished you had been born into a family as amazing as theirs. The idea of having some sort of special gift all your own was an incredible thought—the ceremonies being even more so. You still remembered every single one. Though, nothing would ever beat the first.

You had been about thirteen at the time when you heard the news. The eldest Madrigal grandchild was going to be getting some sort of gift just like señora Madrigal’s children had before you were born. Even though you had only met two of them personally, you had been in awe of them pretty much your entire life. You could never forget the kindness in Julieta’s eyes when your papá had taken you to her the day you broke your leg falling out of a tree when you were just a little kid. The arepa she fed you had been the most delicious thing you’d ever eaten in your life. It was almost as remarkable as feeling your leg snap painlessly back into place after that first bite, good as new. Even seeing Pepa’s work down where they farmed all the town’s produce had been beyond phenomenal. Within the blink of an eye the sky had shifted from crystal blue to burnt charcoal as she raged in the middle of the field. It was as awe-inspiring as it was terrifying.

Out of the triplets though, the one you had always been most curious about was the one you had never actually seen before. This wasn’t for lack of trying, of course. Your mother forbade it the second the idea sprang out of your mouth. He’s a bad man, your mother would always say. He’ll bring you bad luck, he’ll curse you, he’ll ruin everything if you go to see him. Of course, your younger self was just as skeptical about good and bad luck as you were now and had tried to go anyway. A man who could see the future? What could possibly be cooler than that? You never quite did look at your mother’s chanclas the same after that failed escapade.

When you finally were able to go up to la casa Madrigal for Isabela’s gift ceremony, your mother had kept you on the tightest leash. And even though you had tried your hardest to search through the crowd, you hadn’t seen anyone who resembled the mysterious Bruno Madrigal. Of course, all you really knew were the stories that were spread around by the town folk at the time. Now that you were older you knew better than to look for a monstrous looking man with glowing green eyes.

Even though you had failed in your mission to find the elusive doomsayer, you hadn’t ended up being all that let down in the end. Not when you had so easily become entranced by the amazing ceremony before you. The second the small girl’s hand had touched the knob of the glowing golden door a burst of color flashed into the room. A curtain of gorgeous pink flowers had bloomed spontaneously above the frame as her name engraved itself upon the door. Swirling loops of golden lines etched themselves around the border as an image of the little girl shimmered in the center, bathed in flowers much like the ones currently sprouting up all over the rest of the room. It had been a truly magnificent sight.

A few months later you had gotten to go again, this time for Pepa’s daughter Dolores. Then a few years later came Luisa. A few more after that and it was Camilo’s turn. Each time you couldn’t help but stand in awe as whatever amazing gift these lucky children were blessed with made themselves known. You would clap, and cheer, and smile along with the rest of the crowd. It was something you always looked forward to as time went on. The Madrigals were certainly something to behold. But then soon came the biggest surprise of them all—Mirabel.

Never before had you felt worse for a person in your life. The absolute distress in the little girl’s eyes had cut you to your very core. No one had really known how to react when the door had disintegrated the way it had, fading away and leaving poor little Mirabel to stand atop the stairs with her abuela looking just as shocked as the rest of you. The town’s folk had started muttering amongst themselves in confusion while you could only stare. You remember wondering what on earth was going on. This hadn’t been like any of the other times. When it finally struck you that Mirabel had, in fact, received nothing at all, almost being rejected by the house itself, your heart tore in half for her. It made things all the more anxiety inducing when Antonio’s turn had come around almost a decade later. You were thankful to hear that things had gone well for the boy while you stayed at home. It was the only ceremony you had ever missed, though for an entirely different reason.

However, it hadn’t taken very long for the town to stop talking about the events of Mirabel’s failed ceremony back when it happened. Not even a couple days had passed when news came about that the youngest sibling of the Madrigal triplets had completely disappeared. Some speculated that Mirabel’s unfortunate circumstances had somehow been his fault and he had left out of shame. Or perhaps, others would say, that he had been devious enough to cause it intentionally and been kicked out of town because of it. With all the bad luck he was said to cause, not many people questioned these allegations. All sorts of rumors cropped up one after another, but as usual you refused to believe a single one of them. After all, even after all your twenty years inside the village at the time you had never actually seen the guy, let alone met him. Unless murals counted of course, much like the one you were walking alongside now as you made your way towards the middle of town. How could you pass judgment on someone you hadn’t even spoken to once in your life?

The sweet smell of orchids and roses hit you much stronger than it had been along the pathway as you stepped out into the square. Everywhere you turned, flowers of all sorts absolutely poured over the window sills and balconies. It had always been one of your favorite reasons for coming this far into town. Of course, ever since la casa Madrigal fell those few months ago, things had turned a little deeper in color for the town. Now there were more than just pink, white, and red flowers around every corner. Tons of luscious cacti and other various plants in every shade imaginable had sprouted over just about every available inch of the village. It had waned a little as time went on. Even so, several of the plants were still happily scattered about, adding a nice range to the flowers that had become the norm over time. You for one were a lot happier now that some more greenery was around to spice things up.

As you spotted the shop in the distance, you tugged your sobrino along with a bit of a skip in your step. With almost everyone up at la casa Madrigal helping with the renovations, you didn’t have to worry about getting too many weird looks while trying to get Samuel to laugh. Not that you really cared about how you looked to anyone else, really. Poor Samuel was just too shy and you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. You knew though that if you could get a smile and a few little huffs out of him you had done your job well. Not that your job was ever really done.

Not paying enough attention to where you were walking, you found yourself stumbling backwards as a sudden weight slammed into you in front of the door to the shop. You grasped at your head with your free hand and looked around, wincing. A hooded man dressed in a green ruana stood before you. His hand was also busy rubbing at his temple before his hazel green eyes turned upwards to meet your own.

“I’m so sorry—”

“Excuse me, I didn’t mean to—”

You both broke off after talking over one another. An uncomfortable silence followed as you both waited for the other to speak. When it seemed that neither of you were willing to go first, the man lowered his gaze and shifted uneasily, soothing himself as he rubbed his arm. You bit your lower lip and took in a breath. Before you could break the silence, the man suddenly reached forward and grasped the doorknob to the shop, pulling it wide open. He gestured for you to step inside, refusing to look up from underneath his hood again.

You raised an eyebrow but thanked the strange man with a light smile regardless of if he could actually see you or not, leading Samuel inside along with you. As you walked into the shop you caught your sobrino openly staring back at the man. With a gentle tug, you pulled him along.

“Don’t stare, Samuelito. You don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, do you?” you asked in a slight whisper, leaning down closer to his level.

Samuel shook his head, a look of guilt shining in his eyes. You gently slipped your hand out of his and pulled him into a small side hug, ruffling his hair with the other as you consoled him. It seemed to do the trick and he smiled again. You smiled back before looking back up to the man waiting for you behind the counter.

“Señorita Elena, I haven’t seen you in quite some time! And Samuelito, how is my hombrecito doing today?” said the balding older man through a toothy grin. Your sobrino smiled and waved, giving a small thumbs up.

“Buenos días señor Fernández. Lo siento, I’ve just been so busy at home with all the baking and cooking, not to mention keeping an eye on Samuel for Catalina and Esteban, that I haven’t had a chance to stop by sooner,” you said with a sheepish grin. “How have the renovations up at la casa Madrigal been going? Mi papá says you guys are almost all finished. Is that true?”

“Oh sí! They’re just mostly putting the finishing touches on now,” señor Fernández beamed. “Muchas gracias de nuevo por tu comida. I don’t know what we would have done without all your delicious treats and lunches. Mi hijo Carlos especially loved your mini guava pies. Maybe I could introduce you sometime?”

“De nada, but uh,” you started, your smile tightening in place. “I just have so much work to do and I’m afraid I won’t have time really to properly meet anyone right now. Mi familia and I have to reopen the shop soon after all. Once everything is back to normal I mean.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” lamented señor Fernández. “Well, anyway, what can I get for you today?”

“Oh! Right,” you said with some relief, glad to have the topic changed back to something a bit more pleasant. “Somebody decided to eat the last of my berry jam today so I’m here to pick up some new ingredients. I need sugar, two packages of raspberries, and um… oh! Right, coffee beans too please.”

You watched as señor Fernández bustled about behind the counter, stepping into the back room with a basket in hand. A strange tingling sensation buzzed at the back of your neck. You turned your head and glanced back to see the strange man from before looking over towards you. He immediately dropped his eyes to the floor as you gave him a friendly smile. Hm, must be shy, you thought to yourself.

“Um, I really am sorry about that whole thing, by the way,” you called over to him. He looked up in surprise. “I should have been watching where I was going. I hope you’re alright.”

It looked like the man was contemplating something to himself for a moment, his hand returning to his arm again to rub nervously. He licked his lips before looking back up at you.

“Uh, no that’s okay,” he said quietly, voice unsure. “It was my fault, really.”

Before you could protest, señor Fernández returned from the backroom with a basket in hand. You smiled when you saw everything accounted for being set atop the desk before a strange tapping met your ears.

“There you are, señorita,” the shopkeeper said happily, drawing your attention away from the sudden noise. “You’re lucky too! That was the last package of sugar I had for the day.” He gave the bag of sugar a few pats to emphasize this. A small groan dragged your attention back to the man behind you.

“Are you alright?” you asked with concern. The man’s brows shot up his forehead when he realized you had heard him, immediately waving his hands in front of himself in dismissal.

“Oh, no, that wasn’t me,” he insisted, eyes darting back and forth frantically. “That was just uh… the door! Yeah, noisy thing isn't it?” He gave an awkward chuckle and leaned back, opening and closing the door a few times while unsubtly making a small noise out of the corner of his mouth. “No, I’m fine. Nothing wrong here.”

You couldn't help but giggle, finding yourself smiling incredulously at the antics of the strange man. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over at the wall, avoiding your stare. When you turned back to señor Fernández an idea struck you as you caught on to the circumstances. Smiling, you leaned over the counter and whispered to the shopkeeper. He raised an eyebrow at you before glancing over to the strange man with a look of disapproval.

“If you say so,” he said simply with a shrug before handing you an extra bag along with the basket of goods he had procured for you. With a satisfied grin, you made your way over to the strange man in the overly large ruana. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve sworn he looked as if he were trying to escape seconds before you turned around.

“Did you want some sugar?” you asked casually with a smirk, your sobrino sticking close by your side. The man in green looked at you as if you had grown another head before realization dawned on him. He shook his head vigorously.

“Oh, no! N-no, no, that’s fine,” he said, raising his hands defensively. A few dark curls poked out from behind the fabric from their tousling as he shook his head again. “I can just come back tomorrow. Not a big deal. Don’t worry about me.” The same awkward, lopsided grin pulled at his lips again.

“Nonsense,” you dismissed, setting down the basket before grabbing the sugar and extra bag. You poured half of the contents into the new bag before tying it and handing it over to the man. He blinked at your offering before looking back up to your face and back down again.

“I—”

“Just take it,” you interrupted him with a smile. “I only needed about this much for now anyway.” This was, of course, a blatant lie but you weren’t about to tell him that. Your mamá would just have to get a little extra when la repostería opened back up.

You nudged the bag towards him again. His green hazel eyes looked at you with uncertainty before he reached out, taking the bag from you with hesitance, careful not to touch you. An almost barely there genuine smile ghosted over his lips as he clutched the bag close.

“Gracias,” he said with sincerity.

“De nada,” you said with a shrug of your shoulders. “You know, you look kind of familiar… have we met before? I’m sorry if I’m forgetting, I just can’t seem to place where I’ve seen you before.”

It had been nagging at you from the moment you had run into each other in front of the shop. You didn’t know if it was his eyes, or maybe it was the rather large nose, but something about him was incredibly familiar. It had been ages since you had really gotten out and socialized, so it wasn’t like this was all that surprising for you. Though, maybe he could just be someone you met a long time ago and hadn’t seen since? There were quite a few people living in this town so it wasn’t like you had gotten the chance to meet absolutely everyone either. Not that your mamá hadn’t been trying.

“You…” he started, face scrunching for a moment. A look of awe sparked behind his eyes followed by an inkling of fear. “You don’t know who I am?”

“No, I’m sorry,” you said with a hint of embarrassment. “When did we meet before? I’m such a scatterbrain, I can never seem to keep anything in there.” You gave an uncomfortable laugh before knocking on your own head a couple of times.

“Ah, um… actually, I don’t think we have met before,” he relented, hugging the bag of sugar closer while one hand twiddled with a string sticking out of the edge of his ruana.

“Oh! Well that’s a relief,” you laughed before freezing. “Not that I’m saying it would’ve been bad or anything if we had! Um… anyway, my name’s Elena. Elena Rojas Suárez. Oh, and this is Samuel. Mucho gusto en conocerte.”

You extended a friendly hand towards the stranger. He eyed it as if it were a snake poised to strike. You stayed patient, merely giving an encouraging smile as you waited. It wasn’t very often that you actually felt compelled to get to know someone and you weren’t about to just let this opportunity slip by. It would just be your, and Samuel’s, little secret.

“And you are?” you asked gently, nodding towards the nervous man. His eyes flashed up to yours and then back to your hand. He pulled his arm slowly from his body and edged forward, fingers shaking. For a moment, it actually looked like things were going to go well.

“Uh,” he said eloquently, hand frozen in the air and still far out of reach. His eyes shifted to yours and then back down to your hand several times before he seemed to make up his mind. “Bye!”

And with that he stepped backwards, opening the door quickly and bolting out of the shop. You watched as his ruana got caught in the doorway, yanking him back for a second and causing his hood to fall backwards as it stuck around his throat. A mess of black curls with a bit of silver peppered in bounced around his face as he flailed against the door. The door opened and then shut again quickly in his desperation to flee the scene. You could only stare out of the window in utter confusion as the nameless man ran off into the distance, hand slowly falling back to your side.

After staring with your mouth open for a few moments a sudden bubble of laughter escaped from you at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. You about doubled over, laughing into your hands before raising them in confusion, expression twisting in bewilderment. Never in your life had someone blatantly run away from you over something as simple as an impending handshake. It was hysterical. Almost cute, even. Who on earth even does that??

“Oh my goodness,” you wheezed, wiping a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Oh what must have gotten into that poor guy?”

“Do you really not know who that was?” called señor Fernández from behind you. Both you and Samuel turned to look at him, you still giggling softly as you tried to calm yourself. His grave expression clashed with your own and stopped your laughter in its tracks. Suddenly you felt almost ashamed over your reaction.

“No?” you said uncertainly, clearing your throat as you wiped your hands over your skirt. Samuel grabbed ahold of your hand once it was back within reach and you glanced down at his nervous face.

“That was Bruno Madrigal,” he warned, eyes narrowing as he looked back towards the doorway.

It was like a punch in the gut with how fast the air shot out of your lungs. Your jaw dropped as you swung yourself back around to look out the window. There was no way. Unfortunately, the strange man had already long gone out of sight. You turned back to the shopkeeper, aghast.

“No!” you shouted in disbelief, practically whipping your head to look to the door and back. “Estás mintiendo! I thought he left like a decade ago! Wait, that was him? You’ve got to be kidding!”

You didn’t know what emotions were swirling around in your gut right now. Anxiety? Fascination? Excitement? Confusion? Perhaps a little of everything if you were being honest.

“Didn’t you hear?” he whispered harshly, eyes scanning for any potential eavesdroppers that may be lurking outside.

“Hear what?” you asked. Your skin was buzzing with this newfound information. You needed to know more.

“There’s a rumor going around that he had been living in the walls of la casa Madrigal. The guy never even left!” he hissed.

You turned again back to the window and then looked down at the half full bag of sugar in your hand. You had just given away half of your sugar to the proclaimed most dangerous man in your village who, potentially, could have been living in the walls of his old home for the past ten years. The doomsayer. The unluckiest man alive. The one person you had been most anxious to meet since you were only a child—and he was the most awkward person you had ever met in your life.

Your mother was going to kill you if she ever found out.

Spanish Key- I am not a native speaker but I am learning, feel free to point out any mistakes!

Adios

Bye

Buenos días

Good morning

Claro

Sure

De nada

You’re welcome

Dios mío

My god

Dulce de leche

Caramel sauce

Estás mintiendo

You're lying

Gracias

Thank you

Hombrecito

Little man

-ito

Diminutive; to make something cute.

La casa Madrigal

The Madrigal house

La repostería

A pastry shop

Lo siento

I’m sorry

Mamá

Mom

(Mi) hija/Mija

(my) daughter

(Mi) hijo/Mijo

(My) son

Mi nieto

My grandson

Mis cuñados, y todos mis sobrinos

My brother-in-laws and all of my nieces and nephews

Mi vida

My life

Mochila

A Colombian bag made of cotton or wool

Muchas gracias de nuevo por tu comida

Thank you very much again for your food

Mucho gusto en conocerte

It’s very nice to meet you

Papá

Dad

Por favor

Please

Ruana

Normally similar to a poncho, but with a slit down the middle so you can wrap yourself inside it. However, in Colombia, this is not the case.

Señor

Mister

Señora

Misses

Señorita

Miss

Sí

Yes

Sobrino

Nephew

Sobrinos

(Nieces and)nephews.

Tía

Aunt

¡Tu pequeño ladrón!

You little thief!

#bruno madrigal #encanto #bruno madrigal x female reader #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal fanfic #ao3

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Change the future part 3

part 1

a/n: Still on hiatus, just wanted to post something on the triplets' birthday

a/n2: I don’t even know what ship is this about anymore

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"At some point you're going to have to talk to her about this"

"But that won’t be today, Pepa"

Julieta said as she continued to cook, deliberately ignoring the way her pulse raced and her nerves stood on edge. She didn't even need to turn around to know that her sister was rolling her eyes as she leaned against the door frame. She knew the redhead was right, but she didn't have the will or the courage to face this thing she had been running from for weeks and only one thought lived rent free in her mind.

Y/N’s back.

Her head was spinning just remembering the moment she saw you again. You were thinner, you had more gray hair, and a couple of new wrinkles around your eyes, but you were still her Y/N, warm, simple, and unbelievably beautiful.

She didn't like to admit that she probably would have thrown herself into your arms without thinking if it weren't for Isabela, who had been faster than her. Things hadn’t been easy for her and her two remaining daughters, so the moment they saw you appear over the hill, the three of them had run out of the house not caring that the rest of the family looked at them in confusion.

Isabela didn't even bother to slow her run before she crashed into the open arms you offered her and your joyous laughter made her stomach feel weird, as if thousands of butterflies woke up inside her. You had shared many things in your letters during all those years, and for that time, Julieta allowed herself to think that it was enough, but the universe showed her how wrong she was when, having you in front of her once more, her heart seemed to cry happy tears, as if a piece of her had finally come back to complete her puzzle.

She didn't have time to think about it though, not when her precious Mirabel, now so big and beautiful, lunged at her, hiding her face in her neck, crying and telling her how much she had missed her. It took her brain a moment to recognize that the young woman in her arms was, in fact, her youngest daughter, her baby, but once that settled in her mind, it was like all the weight of the world was finally lifted from her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful, mija" she whispered, not even bothering to stop the tears that ran down her cheeks.

Mirabel had smiled waterily at her, whispering a soft thank you and saying again how much she had missed her. The girl dulled in her mother’s scent for a while, just trying to find the comfort she needed when she left so many years ago, and sighed happily before gasping and pulling away from her to run to the person behind her.

"Tía Pepa!!"

The brunette barely had a few seconds to laugh at the way her daughter was scooped up by the redhead before she herself was tackled by two familiarly strange and warm bodies.

"Tía Juli, look! I'm almost as tall as you!"

"Tía, tía, tía, I already know how to cook! And look! I cut my hair!"

"We brought you presents!"

"But mine are better because I love you more"

"Not true! I love her more!"

"No, I love her more!"

Julieta only managed to laugh softly while Joaquín and María clung to each of her arms and fought for her attention; they had five years of conversations to catch up with her after all. It really felt like time hadn't passed, even though your children were no longer the little babies she saw leaving that night. And then there was you.

You, who had smiled at her with complicity from your own tangle of hugs with Luisa and Isabela, you, who had been her rock, her pillar, and her cane even when you were so far away. You, who were stirring her entire being with your mere presence. You, who had approached her, hugged her when your children still held her arms hostage. You, who had whispered in her ear that little confession that haunted her dreams.

"I was dying to see you again, Eta...I missed you so much"

At that time, she had simply wriggled out of your children's grasp and returned the gesture, trying not to get lost on your warmth (even if she really wanted to cry), having you there was a huge relief, and all the stress and anxiety that had been eating at her insides for years was finally beginning to dissipate, her usually tormented mind was quickly being filled with a single thought: you were here.

"I missed you too" she managed to say, looking into your eyes with a small smile

"Yes, yes, will you get out of here please? There are people who also want to greet Y/N”

Julieta blinked a bit as her sister pulled her away from you and she didn't miss the way you looked at her half amused and half confused before returning Pepa's tight hug. She couldn't blame you, her sister had never been as close to you as she was, but she supposed that after everything that had happened since you left, the redhead's conception of you had changed. Well, at least you knew you had both of your sisters-in-law on your side.

“It's good to see you again, Pepa” you said as you separated “You haven't aged a bit…you don't even have gray hair! I need to know your secret"

"Oh, Y/N" she laughed "it's good to have you back"

"Her secret is to annoy me so that I’m the one getting gray hair and not her'' Julieta joked, crossing her arms.

You looked between the sisters while Pepa rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the brunette, a gesture that the older triplet returned. Your mind struggled to catch up on it all, because you really couldn't remember the last time you'd seen them tease each other so openly, it was pretty cute.

The rest of the meeting was pretty adorable too. Joaquín and María used Félix as a climbing pole, while the man just laughed, Luisa and Isabela told you as much as they could, asking you questions while you tried to pay attention to both of them. Julieta thought that her daughter would ask about Agustín, or that she would be upset with her for their divorce, but Mirabel was quick to give her a hug and assure her that she didn't blame her or cared about him.

The brunette didn't have to wonder much where her youngest daughter was learning to handle the situation, because at that moment you intervened, gently squeezing the girl's shoulder.

"He couldn't bear to lose a daughter so he abandoned the other two? Math ain mathin" you said.

Julieta had just smiled gratefully at you as you winked at her, and for a moment everything felt good, like things were really starting to go back to normal, the way they should be. And then…then you saw Bruno.

The moment your eyes locked on the man hiding behind his mother would never leave her mind. Your eyes, which had been filled with warmth and kindness to everyone, turned cold and filled with a deep sadness that you desperately tried to disguise as disgust. And yet, she couldn't even pretend that she felt bad for her brother.

"Y/N" the man greeted awkwardly, forcing a guilty smile "...you look good."

"Bruno" you answered dryly

The air was charged with an intense tension that everyone could feel in their bones, as if it could be cut with a knife, or as if one wrong move could shatter such a surreal scene into a thousand pieces.

"It's good to see you again"

"I wish I could say the same"

Julieta felt in her own chest the dagger that you were burying on Bruno, who at least had the decency to look at the ground with remorse, but she knew you better.

It wasn't that you wanted to be cruel to the man you had loved more than life, but precisely that love you had for him had hurt you too much, it had destroyed you and it had hurt your children too. You were only trying to protect the hearts you had worked so hard to repair.

"What are you doing here?" Alma asked, looking at you with hate

"I came to see my family" you answered with the most neutral voice you could, but your hands were shaking

"This is no longer your family"

"Mom-" the older triplet tried to intervene.

"You shut up!" The older woman yelled, making everyone jump "Wasn't it enough for you to help this damn woman break the family?! Now you welcome her back with open arms?! After she stole my grandchildren?! Your own daughter?!"

"I didn't steal anyone! They are my children" you defended yourself.

You really didn't want to cause a scene, especially with all the children present, and because more than once you had to comfort Mirabel after waking up to the recurring nightmare involving her grandmother yelling at her. But that woman drove you mad with extreme ease.

"They would have been better here!" Alma replied "Away from your wicked hands. They belonged here, they wanted to stay here!"

"That's not true! My children wanted to go with me!"

"You had no right! They are Bruno's children!"

"He abandoned them!" Julieta yelled, making everyone look at her.

She could feel her heart racing, blood pooling in her cheeks, and a single look at her brother told her that she had finished erasing the faint ghost of what had once been her relationship with him, but she didn't care.

She couldn't care, not when she could see out of the corner of her eye how Mirabel was hiding behind you, how Isabela tried her best to appear calm but her hands moved as if she could still command an army of plants to defend her sisters.

Not when she could see Pepa and Felix trying to create a weak barrier with their bodies between their children and Alma, when Dolores hugged Camilo as if he was a little child in the hope that no one would hurt her brother again.

And especially not when she could feel your own fear, sadness, and despair as Joaquín and María clung to her own sides, suddenly terrified of who had once been a loving grandmother to them. Everything was wrong, everything was damaged beyond repair, there was nothing left for her to break, but she still had a family, a broken one, but a family nonetheless and she had to protect them, no matter from whom.

"How dare you talk about your brother like that?" Alma whispered dangerously "how dare you when you allowed your daughter to be kidnapped?!" that seemed to wake you up.

"Bruno left without saying anything, without caring about us, Julieta just protected us, all of us" you said, placing a hand on your sister-in-law's shoulder.

You didn't know if it was a bad choice of words or action, perhaps both, but you could see the moment when your mother-in-law's eyes flashed with an intense fire fueled by hatred and resentment. You barely managed to see her hand in the air and by intuition you closed your eyes, waiting for the blow.

"Don't you ever dare-"

But it never came.

"IT'S ENOUGH!"

You opened your eyes to see Julieta holding Alma's hand firmly, preventing it from getting to you. Julieta, the golden daughter of the Madrigal family, the sweetest and most loving woman you'd ever meet, defying the woman who once commanded respect with her mere presence. Although, was it really respect? Or was it fear? You thought that, deep down, it was the latter.

It really was a surreal scene, as if everything was frozen around you. But a voice in the back of your mind told you that it shouldn't surprise you so much, after all, this was also the woman who had made one of the most difficult decisions of her life in order to protect her daughter, the one who had broken blood ties in order to keep the rest of her family safe, the one who, no matter how much it hurt her to be separated from her brother and mother, still got up every day for the others’ sake.

No, it definitely shouldn't surprise you that if anyone had the strength to face Alma and everything that entailed, it was precisely the one who was once the brightest star in the family constellation.

Julieta Madrigal was many things, beautiful, brave, strong, maternal, affectionate and loyal, but she also hid a wolf inside her, one that was already fed up with seeing how her pack was threatened. She was ready to get the fangs out, and you were beginning to see why the rest had trusted her to be the head of the family.

"You insolent-"

"I SAID THAT’S ENOUGH!" the brunette growled, still holding her mother's hand "I've been patient with you, mother, but not anymore."

You could hear a couple of gasps behind you, and you weren't too surprised when Pepa approached you like a scared little girl while Mirabel hugged her. If you didn't know that the miracle was gone, you would think that the icy wind that enveloped you was your sister-in-law’s fault.

"Let go, Julieta-"

"I'm not going to let you talk like that to Y/N" she replied, you could see that she was squeezing the older woman's hand tightly, and from Alma's expression, it was obvious that it hurt, but it seemed like no one could move as you witnessed "the next time you raise your hand to her, me, or anyone in this family, it will be the last time you have a family"

That was a sentence that you yourself could feel in your bones. There was absolutely no trace of compassion or kindness in the older triplet's voice, nor did it leave any doubt that she would keep her word. It was a perfect ultimatum, one that even Alma seemed to understand, because she didn't utter a word as her daughter released her and walked back to the house.

The rest of you looked at each other for a few seconds before Pepa, with Mirabel still in her arms, went after her sister, causing the rest to follow her, including your children, who passed by Bruno without even looking at him, and ran to reach the hands of their favorite aunt. Your mother-in-law just muttered something about going with the Guzmáns and she walked away, disappearing into the night.

Only you and Bruno were left, both looking at each other with surprise, doubt and a little fear. Your eyes seemed to ask a thousand questions but neither of you understood what they were. In the end, you simply sighed and lightly hugged the man who, you must have reminded yourself, was still your husband.

"This wasn't how I expected tonight to go" you confessed lightly.

"It was something that was destined to happen" he whispered "if this didn't explode before it was only because Juli always had the patience of a saint... but I guess everything has a limit"

"I'm so sorry" you said to yourself, guilt beginning to rise in you "if I hadn't-"

"Don't, it wasn't because of you" he smiled a little "...things have been tense between them since before I even met you."

"Really?" you frowned "but...it seemed like she was the favorite daughter"

"She was the closest to the perfect doll mom had in mind" he corrected you "And it only got worse when we turned 5"

"When you got the gifts?"

"Yes" he sighed and looked at his hands "Pepa and I suffered a lot for our gifts, but we always knew that Julieta had it worse"

"Why?"

"Because she's the one who looks the most like dad" he answered, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "If she hadn't been born a woman, I assure you, she would be his living portrait"

You thought about it for a moment. You had seen Pedro Madrigal's portrait many times, and although you had never paid much attention to physical details, you had always believed that he radiated a warmth that you only knew from his eldest daughter. It made sense that Alma would have seen the ghost of her late husband in her, and at that moment, something clicked on you.

"And Julieta's gift allowed her to help the community like no one else could" you looked him in the eye "Despite the exhaustion and fatigue, she was always ready to help others... like your father"

"That's right" he agreed.

"But...her gift made her absorb others’ pain" you continued, with the pieces falling into place in your mind quickly "she was in constant suffering...Alma made her reenact Pedro's sacrifice every day"

"And Pepa and I couldn't do anything"

You looked at Bruno for a moment. Despite being the youngest, he looked terribly tired, his eyes swam in deep sadness, his hands trembled and he looked incredibly fragile. Your heart forgot all about anger and disappointment, and was quickly filled with the same affection you had felt for him the first time you met him, a tender and childish love, pure and sincere. He was a brother who felt guilty for not protecting his sister.

"You love her" you said, it wasn't a question.

"As you don't have an idea" he answered anyway "when I came back, it was her arms that I wanted to feel, not mom's" he admitted "but she was furious with me, and with good reason. I shouldn't have left, I shouldn't have left you or the children, I shouldn't have allowed mom to treat Mirabel like that...I should have done things differently...but that doesn't matter now"

You looked at him sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder so that he looked at you. He seemed so lost, like a kid who has broken something and didn't know how to apologize to mom. Yes, there were too many things that maybe he could have done differently, you too. But that no longer mattered, time was not going to come back and all you could do was start walking towards the best option you had now, and you both knew that that option had a name.

"Have you tried talking to her?" you asked softly

"Mom is always by my side" he said "And I n-never have the courage to talk to her when we're alone, I…I just don't want her to hate me more"

"She doesn't hate you" you said immediately "she could never hate you... you're her baby brother, and we both know that deep down, there will always be a place in her heart for you, no matter how hard Alma tries to keep you from getting back on good terms with her."

"I feel like I've failed her too much" he murmured, looking at the ground "It doesn't matter what I do anymore, our relationship is broken beyond repair...B-but I love her, that's why I try to keep mom busy with me and leave the rest of us alone. I love her and Pepa, and-and I love our family, my nephews, my nieces, my children...and you"

Your cheeks warmed at the last words, and by the way his eyes looked everywhere but at you, you knew he hadn't expected that confession to slip out of him either, at least not at the moment. You smiled and hugged him again, trying not to let the discomfort touch you.

"Talk to her, Bruno" you said "I'm sure you can fix things...so can we" you smiled

He looked at you hopefully and slowly smiled back, walking silently beside you as you went back to the house. You both knew this wasn't a mend, that there was still too much going on between you, but at least you were headed in the right direction. After all, you'd already fallen in love with him once, who said it couldn't happen twice?

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Except that the first time you hadn't had your sister-in-law's face on your mind, nor had you had a little five-year-old nephew rock your entire world with a simple question.

You really couldn't blame the little guy. Antonio was just a child trying to catch up with the changing situation of his family, he was learning to live with some cousins and an aunt he never knew and you knew you had to be patient with his questions.

You had to admit that he was adorable, and despite Pepa's teasing, it was nice to have him behind you all day. Joaquín and María had become his best friends immediately and it was obvious that he was replacing your son as Mirabel's favorite cousin.

Speaking of your children, both of them were making a titanic effort to stay away from their grandmother, but they were spending more and more time with their father, which seemed to be the first steps towards Bruno becoming part of the "good side" of the family again, as the children liked to call it.

Your relationship with him was still in the mending process, but at least you could say you were friends again, which seemed to relieve Pepa, one less battle to fight between her siblings, you guessed.

The problem was Julieta.

She was still your favorite sister-in-law and your best friend, without a doubt, but things were starting to get weird for you when you realized that she was slowly becoming your favorite person too. You seemed unable to stop your smile every time you saw her and your heart raced when you heard her laugh.

It was a terribly familiar and terrifying feeling, because you knew that she shouldn't have that effect on you, that you shouldn't feel with her what you once felt with Bruno. And yet you couldn't stop.

As much as you tried to lie to yourself, it was obvious that you were always trying to be with her, whether it was helping her cook or just chatting with her over coffee, it didn't matter, you just wanted to be close to her. You felt bad for a while, but then you started noticing the way she would blush every time you smiled at her or how she would look at you when she thought you weren't paying attention.

You were both playing a dangerous game, but it somehow felt so…natural, like that was the only logical path for you. You didn't expect that to be confirmed by the miracle itself.

It was one afternoon when, a few days after finishing the reconstruction of Casita, you and Julieta were sitting in the kitchen, just talking, you were telling her about the first dress that Mirabel made when Camilo ran in, his eyes full of emotion and fear in equal measure.

"Tías, you have to come quickly" he told you

"What's going on?" Julieta asked, even as you both were already getting up

"You have to see it for yourself"

You and the brunette looked at each other curiously for a second before hurrying after your older nephew. The rest of the family was already there and you only had to look in the same direction to understand the commotion. The candle was back.

Well, not exactly. The candle itself was there, but it was out. Still, you knew what that could mean for your family, you knew what they could get back if they managed to make it shine again. The question was, how?

"Mom, you have to take it" Mirabel said excitedly

"What?"

"Think about it Juli" Pepa agreed "you're the new head of the family, you should be the one to protect the candle now... right?"

"I… I guess"

Julieta looked at you for a moment, and you could see the doubt and anxiety in her eyes, so you just smiled and nodded, hoping that was enough comfort for her. The brunette returned your smile before approaching the candle. Her hands trembled and you did not doubt that memories of when she received her gift, more than 45 years ago, passed through her mind.

You all held your breath as the older triplet's hands carefully took hold of the candle and a current passed through you. It was soft and warm, just like a tickle. You waited a moment, but nothing else happened. You could see the disappointment in the rest of the family, especially the brunette, but they all faked supportive smiles.

"Maybe we need to call-"

"No Juli, we don't need her"

You were a bit surprised by Pepa's tone, but you could understand. Alma hadn't been back since the night you returned to Encanto, taking refuge with the Guzmans ever since. It hurt a little that this distanced Dolores from Mariano, but no one could deny that everyone breathed more peace since she was gone. It didn't seem strange to you that they refused to call her now.

"It's because tía Y/N isn’t close" Antonio said suddenly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Excuse me?" you blinked

"Abuela's candle was lit because Abuelo loved her" the boy explained.

You all looked at him like he was growing another head, but deep down, you all wanted to know the reasoning behind that little head. After all, the little ones always have the most creative solutions.

"What does that have to do with tía Y/N, Antonio?" Mirabel asked softly

"Tía Y/N loves tía Julieta" he said "the candle has to light if she's around her girlfriend, right?"

You didn't even need Dolores' gift to hear a pin drop, not when the room was deathly silent. You looked at Julieta out of the corner of your eye and you could see that her face was redder than a tomato, and you doubted that you were better. Your heart was racing like crazy, your hands were sweating and you could feel the anxiety building up in you.

How could a five-year-old boy understand better than you the forbidden feelings that had been blooming in you for your sister-in-law? Had you been too obvious? Did the others notice it too? God, you didn't even want to look at Bruno.

"Mami! mami!"

María's voice brought you out of your thoughts and you looked at her worriedly. Your daughter just looked at you in amazement and pointed with her little hand to the place where your attention should be. You hadn't even realized that you had approached Julieta, but now you were facing each other, with the candle between you and a small flame sprouting.

“It can’t be” you heard Isabela whispering while Pepa gasped

The moment you took a step back, the small flame went out. The brunette looked at you for a second before slowly approaching you again, causing the candle to relight. It wasn't a strong, magical glow like the one it had before the whole disaster, but it was a promise that you’d get the miracle back.

Except that neither you nor Julieta wanted to think about what the miracle was asking of you, or what that meant for both of you and your respective families.

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—Empanada | Camilo x fem!reader

request. [Anon] Hii, I’m here for a request :3 Can you write a fluff one-shot Camilo x fem reader where Camilo present the reader to the whole family and theirs reactions? Bye have a nice day!!

Warnings. Ooc Madrigal family, Camilo is ooc(?), Agustin didn't get screen time, suggestive content(just camilo suggesting to call him papi), Fluff, cliché ending.

Notes. Hello Anon!! Thank you sm for the request! Sorry it took so long I got kind of busy with tests but here it is! I hope you have a nice day too:DD!!

Camilo never found the time to introduce you to his family, Felix and Pepa's Anniversary celebration came around and it seems (un)luck settles with him.

"Mami, Papi, this is (name), my partner" Camilo your lover introduced as you waved awkwardly towards the two adults.

Today, encanto was celebrating an event which you had no clue what was it about, although looking at the matching colours of the theme and the outfit the couple in front of you were wearing, you assumed it was their anniversary.

According to Camilo, you haven't met anyone from your partners side, well except for Antonio who practically acted as your son during your relationship, Camilo was a little jealous at first because your attention would go to his little brother more if he was in the same room as him, but the more it happens the more he thinks your an amazing example of a wife.

The duo in front of you seemed to be enthusiastic and lovable. I guess you know know where Camilo gets those from.

"I hope my son treats you right" the redhead–Pepa which she introduced as–told you honestly as she took your palms in her hands, a small smile on her face.

Her husband, Felix, was by her side sincerely nodding along with an arm on her waist, it was a sweet relationship, like the both of yours, your just more...introverted.

"He does" you started and starred happily at the both of them, your lips twitching upward unconsciously "you have a great son Mrs. Madrigal"

Suddenly, a call of a pair of names alerted the duo of their need of appearance, giving the both of you a smile "no need for honorifics, call me Tia if you would like so"

"Call me papa too!" Felix butted in as Camilo playfully scoffed at this "pa! (Name) probably doesn't want to-"

"Thank you so much Tia and papa, happy anniversary too" you told the both of them, Camilo looking at you dumbfoundedly as the couple in front of looked at you proudly.

"The pleasure is all ours"

"That ended well" you told the curly head beside you, a smile plastered on your features, Camilo on the other hand playfully pouted at you.

Crossing his arms at you "it didn't! How am I gonna live with you calling my father 'papa'?!" You laughed at him, patting his shoulder apologisingly "don't worry, I'm not, let a man have their fun"

"You should call me papi" Camilo smirked at you, while you looked at him bored out of your mind "I would rather not"

Not long after the conversation, a voice interrupted the both of you, directing your attention towards the crowd

"(name)!" A familiar voice shouted from the distance, you grinned at it and kneeled down, readying yourself for a force of impact.

"Tonito'! Hello!" You greeted and hugged the boy, the curly head giggling back at you while you squeezed him tightly before carrying him on your arm.

"How is my buddy going?" You grinned at him while he answered your question with the things he had done with Mirabel, which you pressumed who you will meet next.

Speaking of the devil, a curly head emerged from the crowd, panicking as her hair seems to be dishevelled, however, she seemed to perked up at Antonio's voice not too far from where she is standing, directing her attention to you and the boy happily chatting in your arms.

"Antonio, there you are, I was looking for you" she sighed in relief and Antonio looked clueless but shrugged her statement off.

He pointed at you with a smile on his face "I'm with (name)! By the way, (name) this is Mirabel, Mirabel this is (name)" he introduced the both of you, if you're asking where Camilo might be he is sitting on the floor, bored that you have just been introducing yourself to his family the whole day.

It's his fault that you just met them today.

"Pleasure to meet you" you grinned and placed Antonio down, shaking hands with the female madrigal, she complied and shook hands with you.

"Your Camilo's partner right? You know you should have someone better" she whispered at you jokingly, Camilo whining just below the two of you as Mirabel giggled at him.

"Please, he's the only one available" you joked back, the boy below you shooting you an offended expression, exaggerating it with a hand on his hand.

The both of you laughed at his expression while you calmly told him that your joking, Antonio, who now wanted nothing to do in the conversation, tugged Mirabels hand and waved a goodbye to you, wanting to join into the dancing in the center.

"We should go get food" you muttered to Camilo while sticking your hand out to him, helping him up to stand, he happily obliged, finally happy to spend time with you rather than listening to introductions.

"I heard Tia made some Empanada's!" The boy beside you excitedly told you as he unconsciously held your hand, dragging you along the food stall.

"I never tasted Tia's Empanada's before" you replied, now looking for the tray that stored the Empanada's.

Camilo frowned when he couldn't look for the food he excitedly wanted to taste, unfortunately for the both of you, the food seems to be out of stock, which made the both of you eat arepas instead.

"Arepas taste better anyway" you tempted to enlighten the situation as you realized how bummed out your partner was when the Empanada's were out.

Camilo pouted at you, but lightheartedly chuckled at your attempt at making him smile, although it was a bummer the both of you weren't able to munch on the Empanada's.

"Huh? (name)? Didn't know you were here" A once again familiar voice spoke to you, well you assumed spoke to you as the two of you looked upwards.

Camilo grumbled and visibly pouted at how somebody disturbed your quality time together, not to mention how another introduction will happen right infront of him.

"Luisa! Hey, how are you?" You smiled and fist bumped the taller female infront of you, the curly haired boy frowning in confusion at the interaction.

"I'm doing great! I also followed your advice! It's really fun to see a dandelion grow" Luisa Charmed in, the both of your now engaging in a deep conversation of who knows what.

Camilo on the other hand looked stunned, since when did the two of you meet? And a dandelion? Advice? Dude, how long is this friendship been going? How come he wasn't aware about it?

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by another voice pitching in the conversation.

"Isa! How are you doing today?" You greeted and hugged her back, Isabela smiling up at you, until her gaze landed on a lost child right beside you.

"Oh! This is my partner I was talking about" you introduced as Isabela frowned, Luisa congratulating the both of you of having a healthy relationship.

"You have horrible taste" Isabela calmly stated, although you couldn't identify who she was talking to as she faced the arepas in the counter.

"What-" "I'm not talking to you"

Camilo shut his mouth after he got cutted off, Ouch, what's up with Camilo Hate all of a sudden, You snickered at that while your lover shooted you a glare.

"Anyways, (name) you should teach me how to do flower crowns! I heard you know how to" Isabela excitedly told you, although you assumed she doesn't mean right now as people seems to be calling her.

"Sure, Whenever your free" you grinned while she happily nodded, before waving a goodbye, it was a short conversation but hey, it was an interaction.

Luisa on the other hand, was also needed for something, the piano you pressumed as she also waved a goodbye while running towards a direction to who knows what.

"I got fresh Empanada's" Julieta called out when she noticed the two of you near the food Bruno tagging along with a few rats with him, you grinned while Camilo's eyes sparkled with excitement, grabbing two Empanada's on the tray.

"Sorry I got it late, Agustin got chased by bees" she sighed at her husbands clumsiness, you waved her off, also grabbing an empanada on the tray.

"It's fine Tia, as long as Tio is okay" you smiled up at her.

"Aww sometimes I think your too nice for our Camilo"

Camilo could feel his heart shatter, I guess today really is hate on Camilo day, are you really out of his league? He thought he's the only one who thinks that.

"By the way, this is Bruno, I believe you haven't met him" Julieta Introduced as you nodded along lifting a hand up towards the boy.

"Hello, I'm (name) Camilo's partner" Bruno sort of looked stunned but softly smiled and shook you hand "I'm Bruno, but you probably already know that"

You smiled as your attention suddenly went to his rats, who were hiding in his ruana, Bruno realized this and hid them more, thinking you didn't want to see them "sorry- they are my friends, they always-" and was cut of by you.

"You should introduce me to them sometime, I would love to meet them" you grinned as Bruno starred at you at utter disbelief, his attention suddenly went to Camilo, who looked dumbstruck at what Julieta said earlier, but still listening in the conversation.

"Camilo, take care of them, she's a keeper"

"Oh my, its nice to finally meet you" a soft spoken voice slightly, caught your attention if it wasn't for Julieta looking further behind you, cutting off the telepathic conversation Camilo and Bruno were having

"Wait sorry, are we disturbing something here or?" Mariano, Dolores's partner apologised while Julieta politely shook her head.

"No, I'm afraid your not" she smiled before adding, holding both of yours and Camilo's shoulder by each hand "well, we'llleave the four of you to it, I have to find Agustin before he gets stings again"

"And I have to find Roberto too" Bruno added to Julieta's statement as you nodded in understanding.

The four of you bid your goodbyes, you mentally thinking why every encounter you engage on another one, however, you do not decide the plot of this story.

Once Julieta and Bruno took their leave, Dolores excitedly held both of your hands, she probably wanted to see you for so long but your paths couldn't cross with the things the both of you had to do.

"Hi, I'm Dolores, Camilo's sister and I want you to know that Camilo once peed thinking that you will reject him" she introduced, calmly stating an embarrassing moment like it didn't affect the person involved which by the way was now trying to prohibit his sister to tell more.

"Okay okay, I won't tell her more, But I want you to know is that my dear brother loves you dearly and would die to save you, me and Mariano have been trying to get the both of you together when we saw you play with the children with him"

Completely ignoring her word, Dolores continued embarrassing her brother more, but fortunately for Camilo, its hiss first time the whole day to hear someone say the both of you are meant to be together, like two peas in a pod.

Although the sweet moment didn't last long as abuela also approached the four of you, ah yes the final boss, it may not seem to be for others as abuela stopped being into 'perfection' after the fall of Casita, but to Camilo, getting Abuela's blessing is like winning the lottery.

"Dolores, if you may" She slightly told her, The girl beside you, nodding away and headed to the dance floor with Mariano, the both of them swaying to the music with smiles on her face, of course not before telling you to meet up with her right after.

You looked at Abuela a soft smile on your face, yes your partner may told his issues to you about her abuela before but then again, you understood her perspective but you don't encourage it either.

She softly smiled towards you to, then to Camilo "I'm happy for you Camilo" gently, she took her hand in hers, your partner stunned at what the older female said.

"Please take care of him as I couldn't do so" she softly told you, your eyes slightly blurred on you, it wasn't emotional oh dear no—you just know the history of those words that made it emotional.

You removed your hands from her hold, taking her own and smiled to her, Camilo on the sidelines looking at the both of you, still slightly stunned but very happy, more likely very happy at the next words you spoke.

"I will, always"

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