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zafirosreverie · 6 months

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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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noellemadrigal · 4 months

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Fictoromance/Self Ship feels 💚💫✨

Little chibi doodle of me daydreaming about a certain rat man 🥹🐀💚

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floral-and-fine · 2 years

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Unexpected Visitor

Bruno Madrigal x fem reader

Warnings- Lemon, fluffy, a little cheesey

A/n: The relationship moved a little quicker than I had originally intended lol. Thank you @fat-zygerrian for the help! I hope to write more for Bruno soon.

Summary: The reader, with help from Casita, finds Bruno's hiding place within the walls.

You knocked on the door, holding the pink box of pastries your family had assembled in your arms. Usually, the Madrigal House was bustling with people coming in and out, but it seemed as though everyone was out at the moment.

This had never happened before, but likewise, you were never behind schedule either. You lingered for a moment, swaying side to side, waiting to see if anyone would answer the door.

As you were about to turn and leave, the house opened the door. You lifted a brow, did it count as being invited in if Casita was the one welcoming you in?

As if sensing your hesitation, the door slowly waved back and forth as if encouraging you to come inside.

“Well, if you insist,” you shrugged. Once inside the door shut behind you.

“Better make this quick,” you whispered.

Immediately, you made a beeline to the dining room, you were filled with worry that you had broken some kind of rule, and you absolutely didn't want to get scolded by Alma, she didn’t seem like a woman whose bad side you wanted to be on.

As you sat the box on the large wooden table, you froze.

“Hello?” You called, you could’ve sworn you had just seen a figure lurking in the kitchen. Quickening your pace, you had hoped to catch up with whoever they were.

With such a large house and such a large family, there was no telling for sure where the stranger had gone or even who it was.

“Where did they go?” You wondered. You felt a tile beneath your foot urging towards the patio.

“That way?” you asked it pointing back towards the door.

It seemingly nodded in return.

“Okay,” you mumbled, briskly heading in that direction.

You slowed down as you reached the middle of the courtyard, so many doors and places to hide, your eyes scanned each door closely, looking for a sign that someone had just entered.

You gasped as you saw something move from the corner of your eye heading up the stairs.

“Wait, please,” you pleaded, chasing after them as fast as you could. You looked down for a brief second as you stumbled over your own skirt.

As you lifted your head, you blinked in astonishment, the figure had somehow vanished, but none of the doors had made a sound or moved.

You turned in circles, trying to make sense of what had just happened. You gripped your skirt tightly as crazy thoughts filled your mind, it was a magical house after all. Who knew what it was capable of?

You sighed as you were about to give up until the faint sound of air?… Or wind?… Or even breathing had caught your attention.

Tilting your head you stared at the painting in front of you. Once again you felt one of the tiles underneath you pushing you towards it.

Stepping closer you pressed yourself against the cool wall, your fingers lightly tracing the side of the frame. You jumped back as it opened revealing a small entry.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, wringing your hands together as you wondered what to do next. Would entering a secret passage be considered trespassing?

“This is crazy,” you whispered to yourself as you hiked up your skirt, preparing to climb into the wall.

With your hand guiding you with the inside of the wall, you followed along a narrow and dusty passage, amazed that something like this was hidden in this house. Did the Madrigal family know this space existed? Someone from the family must know about it, who else could’ve led you here?

Eventually, you found yourself in what could be considered a small bedroom? There was a bed, an old chair, all sorts of old and forgotten-looking things.

Your heart started beating wildly as you noted the dark hunched-over figure in the center of the room, they were muttering to themselves unaware of your presence behind them. You swallowed thickly, preparing to use your voice having recognized the green poncho covering their back.

“Bruno?”

The poor man jumped up with a shriek, then turned to face you immediately, his hood pulled up to cover half of his face. “I-I’m not Bruno,” he started. “I am Hernando.”

You smiled gently, reaching forward to push the hood back, immediately his body went rigid but he did nothing to stop you.

“There you are Bruno,” you said, taking a good look at his face and his eyes, your finger tracing his cheek.

“Y/n,” he breathed, mustering a sad smile in return.

He took a moment to take you in as well, you were still as lovely as he remembered, soft, gentle, unbelievably kind to everyone including himself, but there was a sadness in your eyes, one that seemed to reflect his very own sadness and longing.

It had been that very expression, the one which he had seen in a vision, a vision of you losing that light and love in the future that had driven him away from you. That very thing that had encouraged him to stay away, all his life Bruno felt that all he ever did for anyone was spread misery. How ridiculous of him to believe that he could spare you from such a fate…

“Are you… alright?” He asked, making brief eye contact before looking away.

You shook your head laughing lightly, “I should be asking you that, my friend.”

“Why are you here?” You pressed.

Bruno looked at his feet, “Why are you so sad?” He whispered, not ready to unload more of his sadness upon you.

You sighed, turning around, Bruno inhaled sharply worried that you were leaving him, so soon, but instead, you sat on the edge of his bed, running your fingers along with the pattern of your skirt. “It’s silly,” you began.

Bruno found himself too anxious to sit beside you, so instead, he chose to sit on the floor across from you. He crossed his legs, hands in his lap as he directed all his attention on you.

“I lost … my angel,” you said, unable to come up with a more suitable term, your face felt hot with embarrassment as the words left your mouth. You had never spoken about this to anyone, it was all too crazy to believe, just the daydream of a sillier and naïve version of yourself.

“When I was younger I seemed to have very good fortune, I suppose, almost as though someone was watching out for me. It was just little things really… not tripping and falling on an unruly root, or landing on soft things when I did fall, finding my favorite flowers waiting for me at the bakery, and feeling as though someone cared for me without wanting anything in return…” you paused, wiping a stray tear. You didn’t dare look in Bruno's direction, you could feel his eyes glued on you, practically mesmerized.

“And then poof!” Your sudden exclamation startled Bruno. “It all stopped, no one was looking out for me anymore, no one was making me feel special… or loved.”

Bruno had such a remorseful and serious expression on his face, that it worried you a little.

“What about you?” You finally asked, breaking the silence.

He fidgeted in his seat for a moment before starting, he kept his story short, sharing how he had a vision, one that threatened family which led to him hiding, but how he couldn’t abandon his family.

You slid off the bed and joined him on the floor, “Bruno…”

“I-It’s alright, really,” he said. “I’ve got everything I need here.”

The room did have all the basic necessities, but still, he must get lonely.

Suddenly his eyes grew wide, “They’ll all be back soon,” he explained in a hushed tone while urging you to the exit.

“Can I come back?” You asked more desperately than you liked. “To see you again?”

He gulped and nodded, “um this time, yeah that will work,” he thought out loud. “This same time next week? The family, they’re usually all out at this time.”

You smiled at him, looking happier than you did when you first arrived, “See you then.”

Bruno’s hands were shaking, partly from exhilaration and excitement, the rest was from nerves. It felt like he was waking from a dream, a strange but wonderful dream, he looked over at his small companions.

“She was actually here, right?” He asked in a daze.

They simultaneously nodded in response.

“And she’s coming again next week…” he murmured more to himself this time, his arms falling to his sides.

Bruno could still recall the last day he saw you, it had been a few days before Maribel’s ceremony, he couldn’t help but be enchanted by you, watching you from afar, always too scared to unnecessarily draw your attention to him.

You worked in your family’s bakery, starting early every morning and working all throughout the day in order to help your small family.

Despite the messy look of your sweets, yours always tasted the best by far, or at least Bruno always thought so. Your older sister, who undoubtedly created the most beautiful and intricate pastries, also made the driest cake. And your little sister, who was known for her creativity, melded together wonderful flavors but lacked your consistency.

Every day as he passed by the window of the shop, you blessed him with a smile, a pure smile that lit up your eyes and made him fall deeper in love each time.

It broke his heart the thought of never seeing that smile again, but he truly believed that this needed to be done.

The night before he had asked Isabella to create some of your favorite flowers, she was one of the few in the family kind enough to do him a favor, of course, it was only because when he had looked into her future the vision revealed a perfect fate for Isabella.

Moments before you’d arrive to unlock the doors, he gently placed the flowers on the stoop, he lingered far enough away to go unnoticed but not to miss the look on your precious face. As the sun rose he said a silent goodbye.

Bruno raked a hand over his face, his thoughts now returning to your visit. Your story made his heartache, he never knew that all his little favors, all his little ways of looking out for you, had actually been noticed and appreciated.

He gulped his back hitting the wall, he needed to make it up to you… somehow.

…

Since discovering Bruno, you had been practically walking on air, the sky was brighter, the sun was warmer, even flowers smelled better, and by some crazy miracle, it seemed as though your good fortune had returned as well. Of course, it was just small things, like finding little notes in your pockets with little smiley faces drawn on them or pretty rocks somehow finding their way to your nightstand as you got home from work. However, each little thing brought a smile to your lips.

You wondered if it had anything to do with Bruno, seemed like a strange coincidence that these things would start happening again so shortly after finding him in the walls. But Bruno hasn’t left his family home for roughly a decade, has he?

You would ask him, but he seemed so shy, you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. Perhaps, if he is the one doing it, he’ll let you know when he’s ready.

Well whoever or whatever it was, you appreciated having it back.

You were currently headed towards the Madrigal House with their usual pastry order, but you had also managed to pack a small surprise for Bruno, a generous slice of tres leches cake. Your piping looked sloppy, to say the least, but you were sure Bruno would appreciate the thought even if it wasn’t pretty.

Your visits with him had easily become the highlight of each week. He was such an easy person to be around, albeit a bit odd, but he was funny, sweet, considerate… and attractive in his own way.

A part of you wished that you had had this chance to get to know him before he hid himself away. Of course, you remembered seeing him around town, he always looked so shy, apprehensive, and adorable. Just picturing him brought a smile to your lips. You considered yourself very fortunate that at least you were given this opportunity now to be a better friend to Bruno.

After making sure no one was home, you made your way upstairs. You pulled the painting back to find Bruno waiting for you at the entrance.

His eyes lit up when he saw you and immediately he offered you a hand to help you in.

“You always look so surprised to see me,” you giggled, accepting his hand as he pulled you up.

Truth be told, each time he worried that you wouldn’t show, despite the fact that you were always on time and eager to see him. Being near you made him feel things he hadn’t felt in over a decade… he felt wanted, cared for, needed.

You followed behind him through the narrow passage, telling him about your week. He always listened intently as you spoke, nodding along and adding input when he could.

It was interesting how you and him had become relatively comfortable with one another. While Bruno always seemed a little high-strung, he did seem to enjoy having you around.

“I brought you something,” you smiled, handing him the small box as you reached his room.

“For me? Really?” He asked with wide eyes as he started to quickly open it.

“Of course! It’s not much and, well, it’s not very pretty, but it tastes good!” You explained taking a seat, only to look up to see him already stuffing his face.

“It’s perfect,” he muttered with his mouthful, and crumbs covering his chin, and even a little cream had managed to find its way on his nose. It warmed your heart watching him unabashedly enjoying the slice of cake, almost like a child, full of joy over something so simple.

“I’ll have to bring you more next week,” you laughed.

“Thank you,” He sat the small box down, there was still a little cake left for the rats. His face turned serious as your words sunk in.

“Antonio’s Ceremony is next week,” Bruno started, playing with the hem of his poncho, “the house will be very busy then, might be best if you don’t come to visit me.”

He’d hate himself if another ceremony went wrong, especially after Maribel’s. It was best if he remained in his room, at least until it was over.

“Oh,” You nodded, it made sense, but you already knew that you would miss him terribly, just like how only seeing him once a week wasn’t enough anymore. “I’ll miss you,” you admitted in a quiet tone.

He glanced at your face, making brief eye contact with you, he was amazed to find that the sentiment was genuine. He knew that he’d miss you, it seemed too much to hope that you would miss him as well. “W-we’ll miss you too,” he gestured to the rats and himself.

You sighed, noting that you would need to leave soon, “Bruno?”

“Hm,” he perked up, tilting his head as you knelt down before him in his chair.

“Y/n,” he furrowed his brow, his eyes darting around your face as you slowly leaned closer.

He inhaled sharply, his shoulders tensed, as you pressed your lips against his, they were so soft, warm, sweet.

Bruno was literally stunned, too stunned to react, but nothing you did went unnoticed. Your hand tenderly cupped his face and your nose gently brushed along his as you deepened the kiss. He couldn’t help but compare you to the delicate pastries you made, simple, sweet, perfect.

As you pulled back and saw the awestruck expression on his face that was all the encouragement you needed.

He gasped as you climbed onto his lap. He had no idea where this boldness came from, but he was literally putty in your hands.

Lifting yourself up a bit, you adjusted your skirts in order to straddle Bruno’s hips better. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you began to grind against him.

He leaned back further in his chair, his eyes half-lidded as he admired you move on top of him. He moaned, getting hard from the sensation of you rocking against him. His hands found their way to your hips, his thumb tracing over your lowering abdomen, as he instinctively started grinding with you.

You could feel Bruno’s stiff member through the fabric of his pants. He was surprisingly long and your core began to tingle, excited that this was finally happening.

Your fingers ran through his soft curls, gently scratching his scalp, as you kissed him again and again. Closing your eyes, you focused on the pleasure you were feeling, rocking your hips faster and harder.

Bruno writhed beneath you, biting his lip as he tried desperately to stay quiet.

Suddenly, he tensed, his hands squeezing your thighs as he came. You could feel the warmth of his cum spread through his pants and your undergarments.

“S-sorry,” he stammered immediately, a look of embarrassment crossing his face.

“Don’t be,” you smiled, pressing your forehead against his as you took one of his hands in yours and guided it to your chest. Gently he cupped your breast over your shirt, his thumb circling over your hardening nipple.

“You’re so incredible, querida,” Bruno murmured, kissing along your collarbone and exposed shoulder. His hand continued to knead your breast, his palm now pressing down more firmly on your tit.

You kissed the top of his head before pulling back and standing. Taking a deep breath, you quickly stripped in front of him starting with your shirt before you wiggled out of your skirts.

Bruno straightened up in his seat, his eyes roaming over your figure. His cock twitched at the sight.

Unceremoniously, he stood up and removed his clothes, tossing them on the floor. He fidgeted nervously, not having much experience with this kind of thing.

“I love you, Bruno,” you kissed the corner of his mouth and ran your hands over his bare chest before gently urging him back on the chair.

You moaned as you lowered yourself onto his cock. His hands gripped your waist as you started to ride him, you started out slow, bouncing on his cock, your tits jiggling as you moved up and down.

Your warm velvety walls felt amazing around his shaft. Unable to hold back, Bruno began thrusting into you. Heat began to pool in your belly, you picked up your pace you fucked him. Your nails dug into his shoulders as his cock plunged further into you.

“Bruno,” you gasped, your toes curling as your cunt clenched around him.

“Mi Reina Preciosa,” Bruno muttered, sloppily kissing you as you came. You practically went limp, falling against him, your head resting against the nape of his neck.

Bruno slid his hands from your waist to your ass, holding tightly as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He started losing control, feeling his second orgasm building, as he came, he held your hips down in place as he released his seed.

The two of you silently cuddled in his small bed, his hand tracing over your bare arm as you lay there simply enjoying his company.

“It should be okay to leave,” Bruno whispered, listening carefully. “Everyone is usually asleep by now.”

You nodded, straightening out your wrinkled clothes as best as you could, it wasn’t much of an improvement, you still looked a mess and your hair was still terribly disheveled. If anyone saw you like this it wouldn’t be hard for them to guess what you had just been doing all night… your face burned at the mere thought.

Bruno waited by the exit, skittishly moving side to side, he didn’t want to say goodbye yet, in fact, he wished he could stay with you.

“I’ll see you soon,” you murmured before peppering his face with light kisses. “I promise.”

He smiled at you, dreamily, leaning into your touch, “Goodnight mi amor.”

Cautiously you pushed the picture frame open and peeked out before climbing out of the wall. You tiptoed down the steps, you were so close to getting out, but froze once you reached the bottom. You could see candlelight and a figure moving from the doorway to the kitchen.

You gulped, unsure if you should try to make a run for it or hide.

Alma, unable to sleep, took to pacing around the house at night. Thoughts of the Encanto, Antonio’s ceremony, Maribel’s ceremony, Bruno kept her up at night. She worried constantly about everything going perfectly, the family simply couldn’t afford another drawback.

As she was rounding the corner, a loud clang caught her attention as several pots fell from the top shelf in the kitchen toppled to the floor. Furrowing her brows, she turned back to investigate.

Without missing a beat, Casita flung the front door open and motioned for you to come quickly. You hurried towards the exit, quickly pressing your hand on the doorframe before you left, “Thank you, Casita.”

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onlybeeewrites · 2 years

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Home again (Pt. 3 of Gone series)

A/N: This was so much fun to write! Also, I would love to write for more of the Madrigal family so make sure to send in some more different requests besides Bruno! Hope ya'll enjoyed this series, I loved it<3

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!reader

Warning: angsty but with a happy ending

Find Part 1 here and Part 2 here

Raising children was difficult. You knew this. But raising two children whose father was Bruno Madrigal, was much more difficult than you pictured. Of course, you imagined they were a mix of you both. But no. both Carina and Pedro were carbon copies of their father. So the look in their eyes, and their mischievous laughter as they got older. They were just like him.

And a part of you hated it. That you had two little reminders of him running around hurt a part of you. Now, it wasn't that you hated your children. You loved them more than anything in this world. There truly was nothing that you wouldn't do for them, to protect them. But you longed for your husband to be there, to see and raise them. It was a missing piece, that you were trying to fill, but nothing seemed to fit properly like he did.

As the years went on, the two little rascals grew up. The more time spent the more their personalities grew. The twins were best friends, truly attached at the hip. Pedro was just like his father, rather why at first. While Carina was incredibly outgoing. She was bold, adventurous, and fearless. You weren't sure where she had gotten that from at all.

But Pedro would get comfortable as long as his sister was there to coax him out of his shell. Around your family, they loved their cousins. Making noise and up to no good.

Years and years continued as you watched your babies grow. But inside the walls of Casita, so did Bruno.

He watched every day his two children grow more and more into themselves. Discovering who they were and their personalities. Bruno would agree that his son was just like him. But looking at the two of them, they were just like you.

Pedro was kind, considerate. Always wanted to make everyone smile and laugh. He would do small things. Like gift his Abuela little arts and crafts things he made or made little friendship bracelets with Mirabel. And he had your smile. Your beautiful smile. Bruno was glad that such a feature was passed down to his son.

And Carina. His sweet Carina. What a little spitfire she was. She was fierce and never shied once for telling anyone what she truly thought. It was just like you. She had your personality, even if you didn't see it, or recognized it. And she had your eyes. The same ones that shinned at him when he said some stupid joke.

And you. Oh, you. His wife. Who deserved so much better than what he was doing to you. He watched you juggle taking care of the twins, chores, cooking, laundry, cleaning, everything. And at the end of the day, once the kids were down, you would sit alone. Exhausted. He knew you were too stubborn to send the kids to your parents. And even with his family's help, you were exhausted. All the time.

He wanted to do nothing more than to climb out of the walls and give you the true break you deserve. Maybe one day he would be able to, but for now, he would just have to continue to mumble apologies on the other side of the wall.

Five years then passed.

It was the twin's birthday and you had been getting them ready for their gift ceremony. Alma was eager, but everyone was tense, including the townspeople. The last gift ceremony...didn't turn out so well. And Alma was eager to see if it was the end of the miracle or just some....mistake. But you told your kids, the moment they were born: Gifts do not define people.

You had told that to Bruno so many times, and even over the last few years, you've told that to Mirabel as well. You knew Alma put too much pressure on the need for a Gift, prioritizing it as well. It always put unnecessary pressure on the kids, so you always made sure that gift or no gift, it didn't change anything.

Carina rolled her eyes dramatically as she nodded, "I know, Mama! Are you almost done?" she was clearly eager. Her green dress fit her well, as you finished putting her curls up into a braid. Pedro had a green dress shirt on, and tan dress pants. To represent their father's side.

You chuckled as you nodded, "Yes, amor. Just finishing." you hummed before looking at them both, letting out a sigh. "You both look perfect. I am so proud of you," you say as you pull them both in for a kiss of the forehead.

"Mama? Do you think Papa is proud of us too?" Pedro asked in a more quiet voice than his sister's. And his question brought tears to your eyes as you nodded immediately.

"Si. I told you, your Papa is always proud of you. I know if he could be here tonight he would be in a heartbeat." you reassure, as you gently push his messy mop of curls out of his face. "So let's go make your papa proud hm?" you ask before leaving the room and going downstairs.

You stood on your own next to Alma, as your twins walked through the crowd. Past the townspeople, and passed your family up to their doors.

First, Pedro went first. Placing his hands on the candle, glancing at you nervously. Only after a reassuring nod from you, he turn to his door placing his hand on the doorknob. It took a moment, before the door glowed with his name, along with showing his gift. Alma let out a small breath of relief, along with a bright proud smile.

On the door, of course, it was him but also what looked like a happy and sad face. Pedro looked at the door confused before looking at you, seeing the tears in your eyes. "Oh, no...Mama don't cry!" he said as he reached and held your hand. Almost instantly you felt a rush of happiness run through you. He could manipulate emotions.

"Sorry, baby. I'm just so excited," she said, as everyone watched in awe at his new gift.

Then it was Carina's turn. After the same speech, she placed her hands on the candle before touching her doorknob, right next to her brother's room. Soon, her name and image showed up along with her hands up, almost like Bruno's. But there were flames coming out of her hands.

She raised an eyebrow before holding out her palm, her eyes widening as a small controlled flame came from it. Oh boy, that will be fun when she has tantrums. You thought to yourself.

Alma smiled proudly, "We have our new gifts!" she announced as everyone cheered. You knelt down and held both children in your arms. "I love you both so much,"

Bruno could hear it all happening. The cheer for his kids. He should be there. He should be there...

Another five years passed, and Casita had crumbled to the ground. The last effort got everyone out. You held your now ten-year-olds in your arms, checking them over and over to make sure that they were alright.

"We're okay, Mama," Pedro said, placing a hand on you to try and calm you down but he couldn't. Their gifts were gone. "I know." you said with a sigh before looking up, "Mirabel's missing?" you had asked Julieta, "Come Mijo, Mija, let's look for your Prima," you instruct before you all rush to find the missing Madrigal.

Little did you know that she had been found, along with your husband. And as they returned, he was truly the last thing you had expected to see. Bruno finally met your eyes after ten, very long years.

Neither of you knew what to say, but you just ran to him sobbing. Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly as you cried in his chest. You had tried to convince yourself he was alive. But after so many years you had thought he was gone. So to have him alive, in your arms, actually here...it was almost too much for you to take.

Bruno sighed as he finally had you in his arms again. He held you tightly as he kissed your head, rubbing your back softly. "I know...I know, amor. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I will explain everything. I will make it up to you and the kids. Mirabel told me...I promise. I love you," he reassured in a nervous ramble as you sniffled and nodded in his chest.

Pulling back slightly, you wiped your eyes as you cupped his face. "You have so much time to make up. Especially for our kids. If you left, I know it was for a good reason. Just don't ever leave me again okay?" You believed him. You trusted him. You always had, and even after all these years that never faltered. You were too good.

Bruno smiled and nodded, "Pinky promise."

"Mama?" Carina asked as she and Pedro slowly approached the two of you. Bruno suddenly got incredibly nervous. What his they didn't like him? Hated him for being gone?

You just smiled and pulled away. "Niños, this is your father. Bruno. He finally made his way home," you said in a slightly teasing tone. But your kids saw the look in your eye before looking to their father. Carina and Pedro shared a look before the two raced over to hug him tightly.

"Mama said you would come back. We knew it," Carina said as the two hugged him. Bruno stood there awkwardly before he embraced his children for the first time. He never wanted to let go. You did such a good job raising them so far, but now you wouldn't have to do it on your own.

"I promise. I am never going anywhere again," he reassured before Pedro pulled back, "Papa, what's moving in your shirt?" he asked in confusion before the little rat popped out of his poncho, causing the kids to look at the little creature in awe.

"Oh, this is uh, Hernando."

"Cool!"

You laughed and shook your head as your kids marveled at the rat your husband had. They were his kids alright. And seeing them all together filled that void in you. That spot that left that night with Bruno. Your heart swelled seeing your family finally together. It may have taken a while to get there, but Bruno was finally home again. And you could not be more grateful.

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nuggiesnoogie · 2 years

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It’s Unfair [p2]

Young Bruno Madrigal

-> female pronouns//reader insert//fluff//third person pov//time skips//Romance

*Part two*

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She finished her chores that took up a lot of the day. By dinner, Bruno hadn’t been found and she was a total wreck. Others started to notice it too, Pepa and Julieta, who the latter had been extremely kind to her, even brought up her bundled nerves.

She made a B-line to the pond, the whole time while in the forest, desperately calling out his name in hopes of a response. This can’t be it for her. By a miracle she spotted him curled up near the pond, staring deep into it. “Bruno!” She happily exclaimed.

He jumped and shriveled up, turning his back. “What? You here to push me in again?”

She came up to him, hand extended even if his back was to her. She couldn’t believe he was still around. She guessed he really wasn’t lying when he said that magic didn’t work that way. “No, no, no. I’m here to take you back. Your mother is worried sick and there are people searching for you.”

“And w-why should I trust you? Do you have any more traps along the way?”

She sourly glared and put a hand on her hip, pointing toward him. “Why would I-!” She started, then registered her tone. A uneasy feeling sits in her stomach as she looked upon his form. Shivering and scared. The girl cooled off and bent down, the sound of thunder crackling in the sky as droplets of rain begin to poor down with hardly any build up or steady progression. “I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry for what happened.” She placed a hand on his shoulder that he immediately shrugged off. She began to shiver, her clothes sticking uncomfortably to her form. She moved on. “Can you just follow me back?” He didn’t respond but the raining picked up. “Your family is worried. I mean... if it wasn’t obvious.” She waved her hand around. He at the least perked at the mentioning of his family. “Everyone is worried and looking for you. I promise, no pranks or jokes.”

He didn’t move at first. She grew worried, not knowing what else she could say. Though, to her relief, he eventfully faced her then fully stood up. “Fine. Let’s go.”

“Thank Jesus.” She muttered under her breath, then took the lead. Half way there, ripping through the deafening silence and wanting to get her mind focused on anything but the claws of guilt wrapped around her heart, she spoke.

“What were you doing out here?”

He didn’t respond.

“Uh… my name is [Y/n]… if you didn’t know.”

“Okay.” He shortly said.

“…nice weather, isn’t it?”

He didn’t respond, but she heard him lightly huff. Not much of a laugh, but she’ll take it. After their appearance was announced, the showers ceased almost immediately and it was like it never stormed. People expressed their relief and she was given praise and thanks for finding him from the moment she got back; only two souls knew that they were undeserved. he and Bruno knew she didn’t deserve. And yet, he didn’t correct them, shift blame or accuse.

She hadn’t known what to feel about it. Did he want something in exchange? No doubt he did it just to help. She had hardly been nice to him. Though, she planned to do her best to make up for that. She wasn’t relieved from her job as señora’s helper and she was glad. For the past couple of months, she always made room for any assistance Bruno needed after her chores had been done for the day. She added to her every other day routine treaking going to his room, knocking on his door, and asking if he wanted anything. She also made sure to ask whenever she saw him, which was maybe once or twice. He still hasn’t responded nor taken to her assistance, but she hasn’t given up.

Today, she knocked again and asked once more. “Do you need anything? At all.”

Her eyes widened as she stepped back, sweeping in a sharp inhale. The door actually opened and what waited for her was a confused and mildly bewildered Bruno. “I-I, what are you even... I, uhm, n-no.”

She slumped as he moved around her. “Ah. Well at least you responded today.”

He stopped and looked back. “Hmm? W-What do you mean? I’ve always said no.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, in person, but what about all those times I knocked and you didn’t say anything?”

“All those times? This is the first.”

“No, I’ve been knocking ever since the day after you got back.”

“Seriously? Gesh, I don’t hear a thing outside my door unless I’m right at it. If someone wants me, they have to come in.” He gripped his arm and looked back at her. “Have you really been doing that this whole time? You didn’t quit at some point?”

“I have no reason to lie to you.” Her eyes narrowed. “But how big can your room be if you couldn’t hear me? You can just say you’re angry.”

“So you think I’m lying now?” He tittered. “Have you seen any of our rooms?”

She shook her head. While Julieta had been nice, and even nicer after ‘finding’ Bruno, she was never given the invitation, and she frankly didn’t want it. And Pepa? The air still got colder every time they were in a room together. Literally. “I don’t think they’d want me in there.”

He shrugged. “For good reason.”

She slumped but agreed. That’s fair. “Where are you going?”

“No where special, I guess. Just a walk.”

“And you’re sure you don’t want me to there to hold your hand so you don’t get lost again,” she teased, ignoring the part of her brain that happily went to imagining their hands together as they strolled in the moonlight. She gulped. He only gave her a blank stare and she slapped her face, “sorry, sorry… let me rephrase. Do you want company?”

“No.” He flatly said. “I-I’m okay.” He followed in a softer tone then left her there.

She was left wallowing in her pity. She groaned and her face fell into her hands. “I’m such a cabrón.”

Some days later she luckily ran into Bruno again as she was cleaning, catching him as he was leaving the home. She called out and stopped him. “Bruno, I’m sorry. For other day. I want to make it up to you. For everything.”

“…I don’t entirely trust you.”

“Then why not just tell others the tr-hmh!”

“Keep down. Sorry.” He lowered the hand he quickly covered her mouth with and stepped back. “I just... I can’t. I wanted to, trust me. I just can’t bring myself to. I keep thinking about how they would treat you and I won’t be the driving reason that they do.”

“Ah... then-”

“If you’re only helping as thanks, please don’t bother. I’m not doing it for you. It’s my own flaw.”

“I don’t think caring about others is a flaw. We’d be in a better situation if I were any good at that.” She admitted with a gentle bite of her lip. Bruno’s shyer and reserved expression lessened. “But for now, just let me help you. Hopefully if I’m around you long enough you’ll rub off on me.”

A small rosy tint rose to his soft face, unable to hold a moment of eye contact. “I... Don’t you need to finish? What will my mother say?”

“I’ll take whatever she says and clean twice as hard when I come back.”

“Listen, just finish your work.” He turned his back and she reached out to grip his green rauna.

“Please. If you need me, just ask.”

He gave her a pitying look as her eyes begged at him to at least agree. He looked to consider something for a bit before giving in and gently smiling. “Okay. Fine. You really don’t quit. If you want to do me a favor, find me a new book. A romantic drama novella, if you can.”

She lit up and clasped her hands together. Her mother had plenty of those. “I can do that!”

“Thanks.”

Just two days later she was at his door after a busy day. She raked her knuckles against the door, halting midway in remembrance of Bruno’s words. So, instead, she left it in front, and went home.

The following day, Bruno was the one to greet her in the morning as she let herself in ready to get to work, a smile on his face, and a book in his hand. “Have you read this?”

She stumbled on her words that got caught. His smile was so cute. “I, uh… yes?” Why did she lie? “D-Do you like it?”

“Ah, it’s fantastic! I’m so glad, I needed someone to talk to about it! I finished it and at first I wasn’t into the pairings until suddenly she started acting weird towards him and who wouldn’t have guessed it was her evil twin that replaced her! Then their mother had faked her death and…” he went on and on and she sat there and listened. He sounded so passionate and more fuller than life than she has ever seen him as he ranted. She hung onto his every word, shifting her focus between his talking and his rapidly changing face. Happy, excited, anger, surprised, happy, anger—

“Hello? Hello? Can you hear me?”

She snapped back. “Sorry, huh?”

“I uh…” he began to dim, much to her dismay. “I’m talking too much, aren’t I? So-.”

“No, no, keep talking. I do enough of running my mouth as is.”

He still didn’t look convinced. “You looked distracted. Ah, you need to get to your routine. I’m bothering you, I’m sure you already know it all-“

“Please, no. You aren’t. And I… okay I’m sorry, I really haven’t read it, and I know I know, I just I didn’t want you to be disappointed. You just looked so happy. Bruno, I can listen to you all day.” Oh, had that left her mouth?

At first his embarrassment seemed to worsen, but then he looked surprised and flattered. “I can talk about it more… after you’re done.”

“Good. I’ll finish quickly.”

Later on they rejoined and he talked and talked like before; about the newest book, and after done with that, the others he apparntly had stuffed in the shelves stationed in his room. Her heart was wonky. It was so adorable seeing him happy. She preferred this than his shivering from before. She brought him more and more books and they would sit in the living room, outside, or wherever else to chat. He became more comfortable with her and one day had invited her to his room. Huge was an understatement. This room shouldn’t even exist—nothing on the outside looked like it could be holding such a tower.

The stairs, oh the stairs. She panted as she reached the top. Bruno laughed at her, but went her speed. She was too tired and felt that some of her deserved his mocking to retort.

“Bruno, you should have seen my mothers face when she realized it was me that used up all her clay.” The girl laughed as they sat at the very top, laying in his hammock. She laid on one side and him across, their feet’s next to their heads. It was late, she didn’t know how late, but she didn’t care. “Worst part about it is that when I tried showing off my creation, I stupidly tried to carry it over to her and then I dropped it! Oh, she reminded me of a bull!”

“I’d be angry too. Did she have commissions?”

“Of course, as always. I am not as good as her yet, but I want to get better and soon start some of my own.”

“When you do, I want to be the first one.” He shuffled a bit in the hammock they shared. “I already know what I want.”

“I’ll do it for free.”

“How sweet of you.”

“Of course. I would do it for anybody else that had a room like yours.”

They shared a laugh as his foot nudged her head. “Eww, get your stinky feet away from me.”

“I know you love it... you helped the others too, though, didn’t you? With their own homes and shops?”

“Mmhm. I do it on my off days. I couldn’t just watch them work all day without at least offering to help and it soon became part of me.”

“I wish I was like you in that way.” He became slightly dreary. “I help but not in a way I would like.”

Her feet tapped the side of his head. “You do your best.”

“Thank you. Can you keep a secret?”

Her brow quirked. “Are you trying to be funny?”

“Not at all.” He shifted so that he was next to her. Her body warmed up. He lifted her so that he was beneath her shoulder. “I’m going to tell you a story.”

“Another book? I feel like I heard them all?”

The vibrating from his sweet laugh made her heart spike. “No, this is of my own. Do you want to listen?”

“Always.”

After it, she gently clapped. “Wonderful. You’re such a great story teller. Does that help you with telling visions?”

“I wish. People still tend to get upset… I’m not as good as delivering stories to strangers. I get nervous. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me for one.”

“I still feel funny about magic.”

“Still?”

“I don’t know… yeah. I still think it’s unfair.”

“Hmm. You know, what is really unfair is how you still haven’t told the truth.”

“Bruno…”

“They deserve to know.”

“I can’t. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“It’s never too long to tell the truth. Sometimes I wonder if you’re here because you like me or because you’re guilty.”

That struck her. Shit. Why had it?

She left feeling conflicted and was like that for the next three years. Bruno and her relationship stayed stagnant but her feelings grew stronger. It became less and yet more clear why she was around; as her feelings grew more and more, so did the guilt.

And one day, she couldn’t take it. She told Alma. The disappointment rippled, especially once she told her to leave. From there, others heard—whether Pepa or Julieta , hell, Bruno, were the ones to say something she didn’t know. But she was prepared for the years waiting consequences.

Her parents? The shame they radiated was painful. Each time they spoke, or looked at her, it was like a spear ripped through her chest. She hadn’t went to see Bruno since that day. She had hardly left her home. She stayed in her room to clear her head for some time. Though hard, she was able to sort through her inner self and reflect.

She, in the night, went to go clear her head at the pond, where it all started. Maybe for some kind of closure—

“Boo.”

She jumped and gasped at the startling sound.

“Did that really scare you?” They teased.

She turned around and saw Bruno. He was so much more grown since they were 15. His hair was longer, at his shoulders, and a small moustache was beginning to form. Still lanky, not much taller, and his face still while soft, was more defined and mature.

“You don’t have to be here.” She said.

“I want to be. I miss you.” He sat down next to her. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t… really…”

“More lies?”

“Fine, fine… I was… too ashamed to see you. I can’t show my face to my parents, even less to the others. I miss helping them with their homes, I miss helping your mother around the house. I miss seeing you… but I can’t.”

He gave her a soft, sympathetic look her. “Thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“I needed to. Though it’s hard to show myself… it is of my own doing after lying for years. I feel better. It made things clear. It was worth it… and also, Bruno, I never did properly apologize.”

“But you-“

“Just let me say this. I’m sorry for pushing you, for teasing you, for leaving you here alone. I can only now imagine what it would have been like and for that I hope you can forgive me.”

He stood up. She looked over at his offered hand and took it. He lifted her up and let go. “What you did as cruel. I couldn’t swim, thankfully it wasn’t deep. I felt embarrassed, I felt alone.” He started, letting out some resentment. But then he sighed. “But I have been given the time to forgive you, they have not. I can give you a vision to see when-“

She shook her head. “No. I’ll live through the present. I know it’ll take time if they do decide to forgive. I’ll just have to work hard to prove I’ve changed. I was just jealous that it seemed easy for you all and in reality, it isn’t all that different. You went and go through pain like us and use your gifts to try your best to help. Thank you.”

“You don’t-“

She lifted a finger. “There is more. Bruno, you are a wonderful person. I cherish our friendship and now I know for sure that while at first I reached out because of guilt… I stayed because of you.”

She lifted her palm to place on his shoulder, only to hesitate and retract it. Bruno, faster than she had ever seen him move, reached out and grabbed before it lowered, leaving their palms connected in the air. It was a tight squeeze before the grip softened. He looked to the side and chuckled, obviously as unsure as her on what to do next. She had an idea, a really tempting one, but waited for him. He deserved to lead wherever he wanted to take them.

He eventually brought their hands down a bit as his eyes lingered on her face, then slowly, he guided her towards him as he brought his other hand around her back for a gentle, but secure, and comforting hug. The girl sighed with content as she leaned into it and wrapped her hands around his back, resting her head on his shoulder. He was warm, incredibly warm.

“Thank you. I just… I feel like I am not worth being hated.” He mumbled.

“It isn’t just that, you know. I had to, no matter who it was.” She turned her head so it wasn’t facing his ear. “But you’re worth more than anything to me. I don’t deserve your kind looks and encouraging words. Your blessed forgiveness. To be so close as I am right. You are such a better human being than me.” She, after so much time of bottling in her affection, couldn’t muster up the will to hold back any more of her feelings.

“Oh, don’t say that, please. You are different now. Your laugh is pure, your true smile holds enough light that angels are jealous of it. Your growth over time is beautiful and I’m glad to have been apart of the journey. You are a magical flame I don’t ever want to go out.”

She shuddered. His words made her flutter, she felt like if she wasn’t being help onto, she would fly away. She could return the gesture, but instead she pulled away and smirked. “Well now I feel bad, I was kidding before with the unworthiness. That’s what you sound like, y’know. Feel free to keep giving me compliments though.”

A blush rose upon his face as he playfully scowled and nudged her back with his shoulder. “You’re so mean. Such a tease.” She giggled. “I’ll work on it.”

He shook his head before going still with his gaze steady on her. She didn’t dare tear her eyes away as he got closer to her, in whatever burst of confidence he mustered up. His breath tickled her lips as they hovered just over hers. His beautiful hazel eyes flicker between them and her waiting look. He then spoke, softly, “are you okay with this?”

“Y-yes. You?”

“Of course.” He candidly said, taking her by surprise. This was certainly different than what she was used to, but it wasn’t bad. Not at all. Albeit, she began to grow impatient as he still didn’t move. Maybe he wanted her to?

“Are you going to move?”

“O-oh.” She began to lean in, so close to getting what she wanted. He pulled back last second, ripping her of the contact. Her eyebrow quirked. He held a confused look mixed with a dorky smile. “What’re you doing? I meant are you okay with moving out of the way. I wanted that flower over there.”

She stepped back with a heated face as she crossed her arms, watching as he went behind her to pluck the beautiful plant a few steps away. “That is not what you meant and you know it! And you call me mean!”

Swiftly, a small peck was placed on her face before her hand was grabbed, and a flower was placed in her hair. “Sorry, cariño. I needed payback of my own.”

She crossed her arms, but couldn’t contain her gleeful smile. “Fair enough.”

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zafirosreverie · 1 year

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Little furry friend (Bruno x F!Reader) part 1

Part 2

a/n: If you know where Sebastián the rat is from, congratulations you are so cool and I love you a lot :)

For @hectic-hector hope you like it!

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"Sebastian?"

Bruno asked quietly so as not to disturb anyone as he bent down and reached under the cupboard for the umpteenth time that afternoon. It was not uncommon for some of his rats to spend time away, usually with Antonio, but they always returned at least by meal time. It had been days since the last time he had seen Sebastián eat at Casita.

He was worried, even though his younger nephew had assured him that the rat was fine and not getting malnourished, which meant that he was getting food elsewhere, and that was what scared him. Why didn't his little furry friend want to eat with him anymore? Where did he go every day? Where did he get food from? Who gave it? And why didn't even Antonio know?

He was being paranoid and he knew it, but after spending ten years in solitude with only rats for company, he had learned to love these animals as if they were part of his family, no matter how horrified Pepa and his mother felt about it.

"What are you looking for?"

The man jumped out of his skin and hit his head against the furniture. He grunted a little as he sat on the ground and rubbed his head, before looking at his older sister trying to hide her giggling behind her hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" Julieta said but her tone revealed how amusing she found the situation "are you okay?"

"Yes, yes" he answered, accepting the hand she offered him to stand up "it's just that I can't find Sebastian"

"Your rat?"

"yes, have you seen it?"

"Bruno...you know that only you and Toñito can distinguish them, right? For me they are all the same"

"How can you say that?" he asked a bit offended "They are clearly different, I don't confuse your three daughters with Pepa's three children, do I?"

The healer simply rolled her eyes fondly and offered him a soft, apologetic smile. Although she and Pepa never fully understood Bruno's love for those animals, they loved their brother and knew how important they were to him, if he said they were different, she would respect it.

"Have you already asked Antonio?"

"Yes, but he said that his animals didn't want to tell him where he was, something about a secret and that it wasn't time yet" he shrugged.

"Oh how lovely, maybe your son has a surprise for you?" she laughed

"It's not funny, Julieta" he frowned "...I just want to know that he's okay"

"I'm sure he is" the brunette smiled, putting a hand on his shoulder "don't worry, you'll find him"

"I hope so" he sighed defeatedly "I'm going to look for him in town, I hope he's not in trouble"

Julieta silently watched as Bruno left shoulders hunched and looking definitely defeated and tired. He didn't even wave back to Pepa when he walked past her through the door.

"Is he ok?" the redhead asked

The older triplet just shrugged and looked where her brother had gone before she got up and went to work with her sister’s help. They both knew perfectly well that of their trifecta, Bruno was the one they understood the least, but they hoped that he would go to one of them if he really needed them.

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Bruno hurried through the paths of Encanto trying to catch up with Sebastián. He had spotted it a few minutes ago and although he tried to call it, the animal simply ignored him and went on his way, leaving the poor man making a scene around town while he tried to catch it.

Usually, he would be embarrassed that he was making a fool of himself and that people would gossip about him even more (despite Mirabel's best efforts, he knew that there were still people who believed that he brought misfortune), but at that moment, he just wanted to find out where his rat ran off to every day.

So he followed him regardless of the looks of the townspeople or the tiredness of his legs. You'd think after all the time he spent on Casita's walls jumping between rafters, running across the floor would be a piece of cake, but no, he really needed to work on his physical condition.

"Where are you going?" he thought, as he watched the rat turn a corner.

He really didn't like to leave his room, much less his house, so he was probably the only Madrigal who didn't know the whole town like the back of his hand, but even he knew that house belonged to the friendly carpenters of the town, although he did not know them personally. What was his rat doing there?

"Oh hey buddy, you're late"

Bruno quickly hid behind a tree so you wouldn't see him, and his eyes widened when he saw you take the little animal without problems. Usually, people were afraid or disgusted of rats, judging them without knowing what a wonderful being they really were, but you didn't seem bothered or disgusted in the least.

"I was beginning to worry about you" you said kindly, patting the rat's head "here, I saved you some bread."

You laughed softly when the small animal squealed with excitement and started eating out of the palm of your hand. You had no idea where it came from, but the little rat had been visiting you for days and you were starting to grow very fond of it, and you always tried to save some food for it, even though if your parents found out, they would probably scold you.

Bruno looked at you carefully, not realizing that little by little he was coming out of his hiding place. He couldn't help it, something in you made him want to be close. You jumped when you heard a branch snap near you and turned to see a scruffy-looking, hunched-over man with a guilty expression. The hourglass design on his ruana told you everything you needed to know about his identity: Bruno Madrigal.

The man mentally kicked himself for scaring you like that and he really wanted to apologize, but it was always hard for him to talk to people and just when he managed to find his voice again, you smiled at him. It was such a beautiful and sincere smile, not one of those forced ones that people usually gave him to please the rest of his family, but one full of kindness and joy. Two words that were almost never associated with his presence.

"Hello" you said softly

He just waved at you, not really knowing how to respond, his mind was short-circuiting trying to comprehend that you were really talking to him, without malice or anything, that you weren't really scared of him.

"This little friend is yours?" you asked, carefully lifting the rat up for him to see.

Again, the seer only managed to nod. He felt terribly stupid and began to hate himself more and more for not being able to talk to you back. You were probably thinking that he was pathetic and you would want him to leave immediately.

And yet your smile never left your young and beautiful face. Yeah, he couldn't help but notice that you're definitely a few years younger than him, though maybe not that many (and to be fair, ten years locked up in walls without seeing sunlight ages anyone) and for some reason, it was a thought that began to burn in his mind.

"I was wondering where he came from" you said when you didn't get any more answer "he has been coming daily"

Bruno jumped a little when he noticed that you had gotten closer and now you were standing just a step away. You smiled at him again and held out the little animal, praying that your blush wasn't as noticeable as you felt. If you were being honest, you hadn't expected to talk to a Madrigal in…well, ever.

You were too shy for that. Since childhood, you almost never talked to anyone, preferring to listen from the side or just nod and smile. Your parents always told you that this way you would never get friends or a boyfriend (even though you had had suitors, but they never caught your eye), but you really didn't care, you were fine on your own, or at least that's what you told yourself, despite that there was a feeling of loneliness stuck in your chest.

So why did you feel the need to talk to this man? Perhaps it was the mysterious aura that surrounded him, or that the legend about him, which had run through the town since you were little, told you that there was something more to him. You had never believed that the youngest of the Madrigal triplets was really the cause of people's bad luck, you thought that people simply did not understand him and that he must feel very lonely... like you.

You weren't sure, but from one moment to the next, you needed to at least get a word out of him, to feel that you weren't making a fool of yourself. That he seemed cute and somehow handsome, had nothing to do with it, no matter what your racing pulse wanted you believe.

“I-I’m sorry if he bothered you” he stammered, looking at you awkwardly and not knowing if he should grab Sebastian and run out of there.

"Oh no, he's a little angel" you said "he's kept me a lot of company"

"re-really?"

"Yeah...I'm a bit of a loner" you admitted "so it's welcome company"

"O-oh! Me too!" he said without thinking "I-I mean I'm l-lonely too" he quickly added

Bruno really wanted to kick himself, what kind of creepy man would say that to a woman he had just met? You were the only one who hadn't looked at him with suspicion or fear in many, many years, and here he goes, ruining everything. Surely you would ask him to take the rat away and never come back and-

Were you laughing? No, wait...were you smiling at him? Him? After what he had said? Yes, that's exactly what you were doing. You couldn't help it, he was just too cute and the way he looked at you, as if he hadn't expected you to talk to him, much less smile at him, was charming.

"Well...we could do each other a favor" you said

"A f-favor?"

"I'm Y/N, my pleasure" you said, holding out your hand.

"B-bruno" he replied, looking at your hand suspiciously for a few seconds before shaking it awkwardly. You really did have soft hands.

"Well, Bruno" you smiled "now you have a friend"

He looked at you puzzled and a little alarmed, as if the word wasn't in his vocabulary. Why would someone as beautiful as you want to be friends with someone like him?

"Don't look at me like that" you chuckled softly "we share custody of the little one now anyway"

"I-I guess so" he replied, barely reacting in time to catch the rat that was jumping towards him.

"Well, it's better that the parents get along right?" you said flirtatiously.

You were surprising yourself, you usually wouldn't be this bold and a part of you wondered if you weren't crossing the line. But the man's blush and nervousness were too cute to resist, and if you had to use your furry little friend as an excuse to see him again, so be it.

"P-parents?!"

"I'll see you tomorrow Bruno, our son enjoys trips to the river" you said, turning around to go back to your house "will you pick me up at 2?"

"E-eh, y-yes, yeah!" he replied as his brain tried to catch up with everything

You just smiled over your shoulder and waved before disappearing into the house. Bruno stood there for a few more moments, processing everything before slowly walking back to Casita. What the hell had just happened?

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"Are you okay? It seems you saw a ghost" Julieta asked worriedly as her brother entered the kitchen.

"Yeah...I'm fine" he replied, his cheeks flushed.

"Did you find your rat?"

"Yes, he is playing with Antonio"

"Excellent"

The healer smiled at him and went back to cutting the vegetables. She could sense that her brother had more to say, but she knew better than to push him, he would tell her when he was ready. They were silent for a couple of minutes until Bruno sighed and dropped his head on the table with a thud.

“Juli?”

“Yes?”

“I think…I think I have a date”

The room fell deathly silent as the older triplet dropped her knife on the cutting board and looked at her brother. She never thought she would hear those words from Bruno's mouth, much less at this age but- her train of thought stopped when a sudden thunder sounded above their heads. They both turned to see Pepa watching them with wide eyes.

“You have a what?!”

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let-love-run-red · 2 years

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Sana Sana

AN: Just a little blurb that's been in my head for awhile now, barely edited, please enjoy 💙🖤

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It had become painfully apparent that her only chance to save the magic, the Encanto, her home, was to find out what her uncle's vision meant.

But after the dinner, the disastrous dinner, she was nowhere closer. Worse, Abuela had taken the vision so she couldn't even see it anymore. She was currently sitting on the steps in the rain, trying to decide what to do next.

"Mirabel," Dolores said softly from the top of the steps. She didn't turn to look.

"I'm sorry Prima," she said as she sat beside Mirabel on the steps. Mirabel barely turned to look.

"It's ok, it would have come out sooner or later." Mirabel said, resting her chin in her hands. The two women sat in silence for a moment until Dolores spoke.

"The people down the hill tell stories." She said. They always told stories. In a small town it was the most interesting thing to do.

"There's supposed to be a man who lives on the other side of the canyon," Dolores turned to Mirabel, staring intently.

"There's probably lots of people who live through the canyon Dolores." Mirabel said with a sniff. Her hair was soaked and clinging to her face and her glasses were starting to fog. She felt, miserable.

"he's special." Dolores continued. "People say he can see the future." She raised her brows and Mirabel lifted her head, finally turning to look at her cousin.

"Tio?" She asked. Dolores nodded her head slowly.

"I don't know for sure, but lots of people talk about him. They never say a name." Dolores continued, pushing herself to stand. She held out a hand to lift Mirabel from the steps.

"If you take one of the mules you can get there by morning." Dolores said, pulling Mirabel into a hug. She considered her options. Stay here, try to save the magic without knowing what she was looking for. Or venture through the canyon at night by herself with the slimmest hope of finding her missing Tio to save her home.

The sun shone brighter on the other side of the mountain. It was only 7 am and the whole valley was bathed with sunlight. The flowers were bright and smelled sickly sweet as she rode through the center of town. People were friendly, they waved at her and smiled. She found herself smiling back.

There were no pitied faces from people who knew she was a Madrigal with no gift.

Nobody here knew she was a Madrigal to begin with.

She tied the mule outside of the market that was just opening and climbed off to speak to some of the townspeople.

"Hola," She greeted a young woman who was setting up a stand filled with different colored fabrics and threads. The woman turned with a smile.

"Buenos días," Her tone was welcoming and friendly, "how can I help you?" She asked, folding the length of fabric she was holding in her hands.

"I was wondering if you knew-" the woman held up her hand and excused herself before leaning over the stall and shouting at two children who were running down the street, chasing a cat.

"Diego! Daniela!" The two children froze and turned to her with sheepish grins. They were obviously siblings, quite possibly twins. Both had wild curly black hair and dark green eyes. Both had a smattering of freckles across their nose, and both were dressed in matching fabrics.

"How many times have I told you to leave that cat alone?" She crossed her arms with a half-hearted scowl.

"Lo Siento Tia." The little girl said. The woman waved them away and they ran off towards the bottom of the hill.

"Are they yours?" Mirabel asked. They were sweet, full of innocence and excitement. They couldn't have been much older than Antonio.

"Oh, buen señor, no. My sister's." The woman said with a laugh. "They're good, but they're always into mischief." She shook her head and set the fabric down neatly on the countertop.

"I'm sorry, I interrupted you." She said and turned back to Mirabel.

"Who did you want to know?" She asked. Mirabel wrung her hands together, suddenly nervous.

"I've heard stories, about a man who can read your future?" She asked. The woman nodded slowly. She knew exactly who Mirabel was referring to.

"You mean Bruno Madrigal." She said. Mirabel hadn't expected him to use his own name here. Surely Abuela would have heard by now?

"I'm sorry, he isn't having visions today." She said, turning back to the stall to unpack some threads from a basket. Mirabel felt her shoulders drop. She was so close; she couldn't just turn back now.

"I really just wanted to talk to him, where can I find him?" She asked. The woman paused, puffing out her cheeks in thought before sighing.

"He doesn't like to be disturbed on Sundays, especially this early." She said haltingly. Mirabel leaned over the counter hopefully.

"His house is at the bottom of the hill. Just knock on the door." She said. Mirabel thanked her graciously before turning to dash down the hill.

"Ay! You forgot your mula!" She heard the woman call. She turned to her and called back.

"I'll just be a minute!" She stumbled a moment, catching herself and coming to a sliding stop at the bottom. There were a few houses, small and cozy, and one slightly larger one. It wasn't nearly as big as Casita, probably only a few rooms, but it seemed more welcoming somehow.

She stepped closer and examined the door. It had been painted a deep green with an hourglass carved into the face. The same hourglass on Tio Bruno's door at home. She raised her fist and knocked firmly on the door. She heard the knock echo off stone inside. It sounded empty.

The doorknob creaked and the door opened. She wasn't sure what she expected, but nothing could have prepared her for the sight when the door opened.

The courtyard of the house was small, just large enough for a dining table with a few chairs. The stones alternated between gray and white to create a swirling pattern across the floor. There were rooms above the courtyard all on one side. But that wasn't the surprising part.

The surprising part was the man who was currently looking at her with a tilted head and dark green eyes.

His hair was mostly black with streaks of gray through it. His beard was black and gray and barely covered his jaw. He wore a green ruana with hourglasses embroidered across the bottom hem. He was holding a young child on his hip with one hand as he looked at Mirabel.

"I'm sorry, I'm not doing visions today." He said after a beat of silence turning away from the door. Mirabel pulled herself from her shock and leapt forward to catch the door.

"Wait!" She shouted. The young girl he was holding flinched and took a handful of his ruana. He placed his other hand over her protectively and turned with a scowl to face Mirabel.

"Tio it's me, it's Mirabel." She rushed to explain, reaching out to rest a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at her touch, looking between her and the girl he held. Looking closer, Mirabel could tell it was his daughter.

The girl, she must have only been three or four, had thick dark curls and forest green eyes just like Bruno. Her face was round and she had a thin build. Bruno shifted her up for a moment, resting his forehead against hers before setting the girl on the ground.

"Milena mi hijita, go find Mama," He said, moving his hands exaggeratedly. The girl nodded before running off to somewhere within the house.

Mama? That meant Bruno had a wife. He had children, a home that was his own. All in this strange place away from his family. Bruno turned to her and cleared his throat, casting his eyes down for a moment.

"How, how did you find me?" He asked, stepping out from the doorway, and inviting her inside. Mirabel followed him. He shut the door and turned back to her with his hands in the pockets of his ruana.

"Dolores, she heard people talking." Mirabel said. Bruno nodded thoughtfully.

"I should have known I couldn't get away from her." He said with a chuckle. Mirabel wasn't sure how to respond. There was so much to process. She knew her Tio had left the familia, the Encanto even, but she had never thought he would be here. So close.

So happy.

She heard a scuffle and a shriek and turned to see the two children who had run through the market earlier tousling on the balcony.

"Daniela! Do not bite him!" Bruno boomed. Mirabel jumped. It was surprising for such a loud voice to come from someone so slim. Diego, who had been pinned down with his arm in his sister's mouth, popped up from the ground. He turned to look at his sister, then to his father, and let out a sharp cry before running down the steps and throwing himself onto Bruno's legs. He clung to his ruana and Bruno reached down to push his hair away from his face.

"Ay mi niño." Bruno tutted, kneeling and lifting his son's chin. The boy leaned into Bruno, throwing his arms around Bruno's neck. Mirabel watched as Bruno rubbed the boy's back softly

"Muéstrame, let me see." Bruno gently pulled his sons arms from his around his shoulders. The boy held out his arm and pointed to the angry red teeth marks on his forearm. Bruno held Diego's wrist gently, rubbing his thumb over it. Bruno turned and placed one hand on Diego's cheek while his other hand rested over the bite mark. Bruno scrunched up his nose and Diego giggled.

"I think we can fix that, what do we say?" He asked. Diego sniffled and followed with his father as Bruno spoke.

"Sana sana colita de rana, si no sana hoy, sanará mañana." Diego let out a small laugh and Bruno wiped the remaining tears from his cheek before he pressed his lips to Diego's forehead. Diego pulled away and turned back to his sister, who was still sitting on the balcony. Now staring curiously at Mirabel.

"Daniela," Bruno said with a warning tone. Daniela snapped her attention to him.

"Apologize to your brother." He commanded. Daniela gripped the spindles on the balcony and pushed her head between two, watching as Diego dashed up the stairs.

"Lo siento!" She shouted. Bruno made a sharp "ch" sound and pinched his brows together nervously.

"Don't do that you'll get stuck!" He called. Daniela pulled her head back through the spindles and Bruno turned back to Mirabel while rubbing his temples. Mirabel let out a hesitant laugh and Bruno joined her.

"They're busy." She said as she watched the twins run to the set of stairs at the opposite end of the hallway. Bruno nodded and turned to watch as well.

"Was I that much of a handful?" She asked. Bruno turned to look at her and shrugged.

"Yeah, but they're my handful." He said with a soft smile. Mirabel felt her heart tug in her chest. He seemed so happy, so at peace. The fact that he had to leave his family to find this made her chest ache for him.

Bruno turned back to her and rested one hand on his opposite bicep. She wasn't sure what to say, where to begin.

"Tio," she started, "did you know it was me when you opened the door?" She asked. She knew the answer. She didn't know why she had asked. Bruno cleared his throat and reached up to push his curls behind his ears.

"I, I mean," He stumbled over his words before taking a deep breath.

"It's been ten years Mirabel." He gave a soft shrug. She felt her heart shatter.

"You didn't remember me?" She asked, feeling tears well in her eyes. How could he just forget his family so quickly? Would he recognize Abuela? Or his sisters? He would probably recognize Isabela because that was her luck.

"Mirabel I didn't recognize you. You were five last time I saw you." He defended himself, straightening up and standing tall. He was only a few inches taller than her but he was still an adult and his confidence made him seem bigger.

"I recognized you." Mirabel pushed back. Bruno rolled his eyes slightly.

"The whole family would have known it was you! They still talk about you!" It was a lie, but it was a small one. Maybe he just needed to know how his family still loved him. Bruno scoffed and turned on his heel.

"Yeah, did Pepa tell you how I ruined her wedding? Or how I broke Dolores's little heart when she was three? How about how I made the preacher go bald or how I'm so creepy and killed someone's goldfish." He snapped as he walked towards a room near the back of the house. Mirabel followed him and Bruno held out his hand.

"Mirabel I think you should go." He said. She stopped. She had come so close, so close and she couldn't give up now.

"Tio,"

"Mirabel. Leave." He said, firmer this time. She paused, pushing her glasses back up her nose before clearing her throat.

"I'm sorry, I, I'll go." She said. She watched Bruno's shoulders sag and turned towards the door.

"Bruno you are not sending my niece away before I even get to say hello." A woman's voice called. She turned to see a young woman with (h/l) (h/c) hair come through one of the archways. The young girl from earlier, Melina, was following behind her holding a stuffed bear. She held onto the green skirt her mother wore as she followed along.

This must have been Bruno's wife. She was beautiful, beautiful in the way Mirabel always heard people say in stories. It was like the sun bent its rays to shine on her and her smile sparkled. She reminded Mirabel of her own Mama, gentle and kind and compassionate. She didn't seem much younger than her Mama either.

She approached Bruno and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. Bruno closed his eyes and turned his head into her, pressing his forehead against hers for only a moment before they pulled apart. Bruno seemed so at ease with her beside him. He was more relaxed as she reached up and brushed his hair away from his face while he furrowed his brows at her. She tutted softly and smoothed her thumb between his eyebrows to smooth the wrinkles. The woman turned to Mirabel and approached her with open arms.

"Mirabel, he's told me so much about you mi niña." She said softly as she bundled Mirabel into her arms. She was warm and smelled like cinnamon and fresh bread. Mirabel leaned into her so easily and found herself wrapping her arms around the woman as well.

"I'm (y/n)," The woman said when she pulled away. Mirabel smiled back at her, any anger at her Tio forgotten in the shining presence of his wife. Something about her just banished any negative feelings she may have had.

"Mi amor," Bruno said quietly. (Y/n) turned to look at him with an expression full of love.

"Mi vida," It came out as a request for him to continue. Bruno looked between Mirabel and his wife, who still hand her hand resting on Mirabel's shoulder.

"At least let her eat breakfast with us." (Y/n) said, pulling Mirabel close against her side. Mirabel didn't resist. She felt someone tugging at her skirt and looked down to see Melina with a handful of her skirt. Her green eyes took up most of her round face, giving her a doll-like look. There was no denying that she was cute. Mirabel smiled at her and waved back.

"Hi, I'm Mirabel. I'm your prima." She said. Melina blinked up at her silently before turning to Bruno, running over to him and holding her arms out. Bruno bent down and picked up his daughter, pressing his nose against her cheek for a second before turning to Mirabel. Mirabel frowned. Children usually loved her.

"She can't hear." He explained simply. So that was why he had moved his hands so much earlier. She hadn't recognized the sign language at first, but thinking about it now, she remembered a few of the signs.

"Come Mirabel, I'll have Daniela and Diego set the table." (y/n) said, hustling Mirabel with her to the kitchen, leaving her Tio standing in the courtyard with his daughter in his arms.

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Practice, Practice, Practice

Bruno Madrigal x fem reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/n: Just an idea I had, originally it was supposed to be more angsty but I think this is better! Thank you @luna-xial for the help!

Summary: Pepa has set Bruno up on a blind date, but several hours before his date arrives, Bruno begins to freak out.

Bruno sat there with his head in his hands, his leg bouncing uncontrollably from nerves, why did he let Pepa talk him into this? A date? A blind date? He was barely able to keep it together just around the family, how the hell was he supposed to get through a date with a complete stranger.

And Pepa, she made it all sound so easy and appealing.

“She’s perfect for you, Brunito,” she sang. “A sweet senorita, you’ll just adore her, I know it!” She took his hands in hers and gave them a good squeeze.

“I-I’m not sure about that,” he stuttered, his face heating up the moment she suggested that he should try dating again.

“Trust me,” Pepa encouraged. “At least just this one date!”

Bruno groaned loudly, scrubbing his face with his hands. So, here he was hiding in the walls from everyone again, because of his nerves.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, right? It was just dinner, after all, he could eat without creating a disaster, he could handle that… What could possibly go wrong?

He stood up and began to pace around the room. His date would arrive on time, he’d introduce himself, maybe compliment her, “Y-you look beautiful.” Then he would pull out her chair… and… she’ll fall on the floor because he pulled it out too far and as he tries to help her up his hands would be too sweaty and he’ll slip and fall on top of her and as he’s falling he’d accidentally snag the tablecloth on the way down and the dishes will all shatter on the floor…

Bruno clutched his chest as his heart began to race. He just needed to avoid all that from happening, and he could do that, yeah? He nodded to himself, laughing nervously. He could do that by… practicing? Yes, practice. All he needed was a little practice.

Scrambling around the small space he gathered forks, knives, spoons, glasses, plates, handkerchiefs, a candle, and an old blanket. He tossed it all haphazardly on his small table, while the rats did the rest. Bruno, then, dragged his other chair over to the table. He nodded his head in approval, as the rats finished by lighting the candle in the center.

“Alright,” he muttered to himself. “Looks good, looks right.”

Closing his eyes, Bruno took a few deep breaths and then imagined that his date had just arrived.

He cleared his throat, “Hola Senorita y/n, you look… beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bruno,” he replied to himself in a high-pitched voice.

Bruno pulled out the chair, and waited, he looked down at one of the rats and gestured with his head for them to sit. It scurried up the chair leg and climbed into the seat, then Bruno pushed the chair back in.

“Would you care for something to drink?” He asked.

“Yes, please.”

Bruno pretended to pour wine into the glasses, before taking his seat.

“Salud,” he toasted, lifting his glass. He acted like he took a sip, going as far as giving it a little swirl and sniff before tasting.

“It’s very good.”

“It is,” Bruno nodded, he grabbed the empty bottle and topped off his date’s glass. So far so good, he thought to himself, but lightly tapping his knuckles on the table.

…

Dolores cupped her hands over her mouth as she let out a little squeak as she moved closer to the painting of their family tree. Her poor tío, all he wanted was for this date to go well, but his nerves were getting the best of him.

Unable to ignore him, all she could was listen as he carefully rehearsed for his date. It was so sweet to hear him. He treated his imaginary date so nicely, asking her questions, and making little jokes. If only his real date could see this side of him, see how truly thoughtful and considerate he was… “Oh!” Dolores chirped as she was struck by an idea.

As fast as she could she hurried out of the house and headed straight to yours. Thank goodness you lived so close.

“Y/n!” She called banging loudly on your door. “Senorita y/n!”

“Dolores?” You asked, opening your door. “Is everything all right?”

“Come with me,” She said, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your house.

“Wait, what? Dolores?” You gasped. Your date with Bruno wasn’t for at least another hour or so. “I’m not ready, yet.”

“But we have to go now,” Dolores urged. “I don’t have time to explain.”

…

Bruno hummed looking around the room, his fingers starting to drum against the table. What to do next, what to do next? He didn't want to bore her, but he wasn’t sure what to say next, and the food wouldn’t be ready yet.

He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it while shaking his head. What did people normally talk about in these situations? The weather? Their jobs? Their families? He stared at his imaginary date with big eyes. Pepa had nothing but good things to say about y/n, rattling on and on about how kind, lovely, caring, and compassionate she was. Hopefully, she wouldn’t be too disappointed with having him as her date for one evening.

“My sister told me a lot about you,” he started, fidgeting with the silverware. “All good things… in fact, you almost sound too g-good to be true. I mean, I don’t understand why a lady like you would even give a guy like me a chance.”

He looked down at his hands, having felt out of place most of his life, even with his own family, had made him believe that no one would want him as a romantic partner. It’s what always kept him from even entertaining the idea in the past when he was younger. It almost seemed laughable that he’d try to date now, at his age.

“If you’re anything like Pepa described, I feel very fortunate getting to spend an evening with you,” he murmured honestly, there was a small glimmer of hope deep down, that maybe this would actually work out.

“I feel the same way,” you said from the other side of the wall. Dolores stood beside you, her hands clasped together as she watched the scene unfold. His little admission made your heart flutter. Bruno was absolutely the tender and sweet soul his sister described him as.

He froze, his eyes darting around the room, “Hello?”

“Sorry,” you winced. “It’s me, y/n, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Bruno rose from his seat, peering through the small crack. The first thing he saw was your lovely face smiling warmly at him. You were more beautiful than he had anticipated. He swallowed thickly, his palms starting to feel sweaty all of a sudden. He leaned in closer, as you started to speak again.

“Your whole family has told me so many wonderful things about you, Bruno,” you began. His brows furrowed as though he didn’t believe you. “Your nephews have told me about how funny you are, your sisters have told me the sweetest stories about you, and your mother shared with me about the selfless sacrifice you made for your family.” You placed your hand on the wall and tilted your head. “I honestly can’t wait to get to know you for myself.”

“Really?” Bruno asked, stunned.

You laughed lightly, “Really.”

He smiled, “okay, um… meet me in the courtyard, I’m coming out.” Bruno took a deep breath and tried his best to stand up straight. He smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt and slacks as he climbed out of the wall. Felix helped him with the outfit, seeing how Bruno wanted to look his best for tonight.

“Hola Senorita y/n, you look… beautiful,” he greeted.

“Thank you, Bruno.”

tags: @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night (I know this isn't part 2 of my other Bruno fic, but I thought you might like this one too :))

#encanto fanfic #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal fanfic #bruno madrigal #reader insert #female reader #bruno madrigal fanfiction

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