#PLS IM SO TRASH AT WRITING I NEEF LIKE EONS OF PRACTICE

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Embroidery 101

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Word count: 1067

Characters: ler!bruno and Lee!Mirabel

Warnings: this is a tickle fic, so if you don’t rock with that, feel free to scroll on by!

All interactions are strictly familial and sfw!

A/N: I’m not usually a fic writer and I’m just kinda getting into it, so hopefully this isn’t too bad!

~ Requests are still open! ~

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Bruno was happy to finally be a part of the family again. He was happy to be a part of his nieces’ and nephews’ lives, which he had missed so much of. 

Part of his bonding was taking days and dedicating them to one of the kids - letting them show him their favorite hobbies, music, food, games, you name it, Bruno was up for it!

On the day he spent withLuisa she taught him how to use some of the gym equipment in her room, which proved to be pretty funny, considering Bruno doesn’t have a fraction of the upper body strength of Luisa. Though he was able to do a lot of the leg exercises, thanks to the hundreds of stairs he had to climb every day in his tower

On Isabela’s day, the two spent the hours planting and harvesting from her veggie garden and helping Julieta turn the vegetables into meals. Bruno didnt have much of a green thumb, which was no problem for Isa, who could easily fix his mistakes with a flick of her wrist.

The day before today was Dolores’s day, which was spent in her room meditating, drinking tea, and just having quiet conversations.

And today, it was Mirabel’s day!

Bruno stepped out of his room and headed down the balcony hall, greeting family members as they passed by.

With a sudden thud, he collided with someone who was moving quite swiftly, going in the opposite direction. 

“Oof- Oh! Good morning Mirabel!” Bruno smiled, helping his niece stand back up straight.

“Oh! Good morning tio!! I’ve been looking all around casita for you!”

“Have you?? A-am I really that late..?” Bruno swerved his head around to a nearby clock, noticing he was in fact, 15 minutes late.

“O-oh gosh! I didn't realize it was so behind schedule!! Go on, go on, lead the way! I don’t wanna waste any more of your time!!” He spun Mirabel around and patted her shoulder, signaling her to start moving.

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“Ok tio, come pick what fabric you want to use-” Mirabel gestured to the corner of her room, where a large basket stood carrying rolls of multicolored fabrics neatly wound and standing straight. 

“Pick some fabric..?” Bruno asked, hesitantly walking over to the basket, still unsure of what they would be doing for the day. “Yeah!! Pick some fabric! I’m gonna teach you how to embroider today!” Mirabel swiveled around in her chair, offering her uncle a pleasant smile.

Bruno wasn’t really one for finer arts like embroidery, but he was absolutely willing to give it a go, especially if it was something his niece enjoyed. He returned Mirabel’s smile, then turned back to the basket of fabric. 

Something immediately to his left caught his eye, however, and he smiled, picking up the blue fabric laid over a dresser.

“How about this one-?” Bruno walked over to the table Mirabel sat at and placed the material down in front of her.

“ My… skirt..? You want to embroider something  on my skirt?” Mira couldn’t help but smile- 

She had something to represent every member of the family on her skirt… all except Bruno… so why not let him make a symbol for himself?

“I-if its okay with you of course- I- uh- sorry- I can just pick a fabric scrap- I wouldnt want to ruin your skir-” Mirabel raised a hand “I’d be more than happy to let you make a pattern on my skirt!”

She took the garment from her uncle and laid it out on the table. 

“Ok, come here and watch close, I’m gonna teach you how to thread the machine.” She directed as she grabbed a spool of green thread from a small box off to the side.

Bruno shuffled right up behind where Mirabel was sitting, leaning down over her shoulder to get a good look at exactly what she was going to do, and lazily resting his chin on her shoulder,

“Ok, so fihIHIRST-” Mirabel suddenly shouted, tensing up- Bruno’s eyes widened, but he stayed in place, almost frozen.

“A-are you okay?! What was that?!” he asked with a twinge of concern in his voice

The vibrations of his words made Mirabel snort and scrunch up her shoulders, dropping the thread onto the table. “Tihihihio!! yohou’re tihickling mehe!”

Bruno stood up with a puzzled look. “I- I was..?” he touched his face with his fingers, brushing over his chin. Then it clicked ‘oh- my,,, my beard-’ he thought, a smile growing on his face.

“I’m sorry Mira, I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to get a better view! See?!” Bruno resumed his position leaning on Mirabel’s shoulder. “Now go on! Go on! What’s step one?” he asked innocently. 

Mirabel’s laughter restarted as every vibration of Bruno’s speech sent a ticklish wave through her body. 

“I cahahan’t! Ihihi cahahan’t fohOHOCUS!!” Her laughter pitched up at the feeling of something against her side. 

“Oh, my bad! There was some scrap thread on your shirt-” Bruno lied, poking at the girl’s ribs “Stop moving! I cahan’t grab ihit!”

“THEHEHERE ISN’T AHANYTHING THEHEHERE! AHAHA!” Mirabel doubled over on herself and kicked her legs under the table. 

“There is! I’m sure of it! But I just can’t grab it while you’re moving!” Bruno laughed along with his niece, pretending to pick something off her shirt.

“TIHIHIO PLEHEHEASE!” Mirabel threw her head back, bubbly laughter spilling out as Bruno switched to scribbling along his niece’s sides, dropping the act, and just having fun. 

It had been a long time since he was able to see Mirabel- any of his nieces and nephews- laugh like this. He felt a little closer to them every time they felt safe enough to just let go.

“I don’t remember you ever being this ticklish! Not when you were little at least-” He commented, slowing down enough to give Mirabel a chance to breathe. “I wahahasn’t! I don’t know what happened! I guess I’ve just never been tickled much since then.” She said with a slight flush on her face.

“Well I think it adds to your…whimsical-ness! Is that even a word-?” Bruno stood up and adjusted Mirabel’s glasses on her nose, to which she offered a shrug an a giggle.

“Nevermind! Let’s get this sewing lesson going!” The prophet rolled a nearby stool over to the table and sat down, hands in his lap, ready to listen.

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I DID IT!! G O D THAT TOOK SO LONG- IM SO SORRY CFGBHJNIGUVFYCDXTGH

Please enjoy!! I might make a non tk fic about them actually embroidering the skirt bc i think its cute- 

ANYWHO!! I have some hcs on the horizon for y’all, then after that, I’m pretty much all caught up on asks! So do feel free to drop some if you have anything you’d like to see/say!!

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